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gatorbites-imagines · 9 months

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Kenneth “Ken” Sean Carson x male reader

Smut drabble

Can you guys believe that Kens name is Kenneth?? What the hell,,,,, I loved the Barbie movie btw, I loved how worshippy Ken was, cuz what’s better than a guy that would kiss the ground you walk on.

Reader doesn’t know he’s like,,,, a doll I guess, they just think he’s the biggest himbo airhead in existence.

This was not proofread btw.

Kens bright blonde hair was soft between your fingers as you brushed your fingers through it, before tightening your hand into a fist as you pulled his head closer. Kens hands grasped at your thighs, his grip clenching and loosening over and over as he gurgled around your cock, wet sloppy noises filling the back room of the store you worked in. Pleasured moans left the blonde man on his knees in front of you, and you could catch his feet wiggling behind him in those ugly cowboy boots he wore. His hat had been thrown somewhere to the side so you could bury your hands into that blonde hair that was so light you were sure it had to be bleached, but as you pulled his hair you couldn’t see any sign of roots showing. Either he truly was the stereotypical dumb blonde, or he had a great hair routine. But his hair was too soft to be bleached as much as you were sure it was, so maybe he really was blonde. His name was even Ken, like those Barbie dolls you had seen your baby cousin play with.

It was very clear the guy had never given head before, but the way he moaned and slobbered over your dick made it just as good. Never before had you gotten such good head, Ken was just so enthusiastic about it, like pleasing you was all he could ever want. The first time you had muttered praise down at him, he had stared up at you in disbelief, like praise was something he had never heard before. His pupils are grown bigger and his lip had quivered, and then he dove on your length and swallowed all of it down in one go, like he had no gag reflex at all, sucking and slobbering over it to the point you had to bite down on your fist to stay quiet, so as to not moan so loud it alerted other customers or your coworkers.

What you didn’t know was that Ken really didn’t have a gag reflex, why would he have one? Hes a doll. Dolls had no need for that kinda thing. They also didn’t have a need for genitals, so it wasn’t like Ken could whip it out or let you go down on him, not that hed ever wanted to do that. Maybe it was the fact that Kens by nature were just accessories, there to better their Barbie and follow along to her every whim, hanging onto any bit of praise and positive attention they could get. But being here between your legs, his mouth and throat working your length with throaty noises, was enough to have Ken brimming with pride and a hot tingly feeling he couldn’t identify.

Every murmur of praise that left your lips had Kens hips twitching or his thighs clenching, even though there was nothing for him to clench around. You were sure you’d found the guy with the biggest praise kink in existence, so you kept going, brushing his hair out of his eyes and telling him how good he was, how pretty he was, how good of a boy he was. It seemed the more praise you gave him the more he preened and more effort he put into it, and to say you were amazed at how good he became so quickly? You couldn’t even put it into words.

Kens pretty blue eyes looked up at you as he swallowed down all you were worth, the tip of your length tickling the back of his throat, and where others would gag, Ken just hummed and looked up at you with wet eyes. His lashes were clumped together, but it only served to make him look even more needy and attractive. Kens throat clenched around you as he swallowed, and when he learned that action got you to moan, he kept doing it, almost milking you like he didn’t have any need to breathe.

Soon it was impossible to hold it back anymore, and you came down his throat, your head falling back against the wall you were leaning against as you ground your hips against Kens pretty face. Ken swallowed everything you gave him, wet gulps filling the tiny room you two were hiding in as he gulped and gulped, still looking up at you, his hands gripping the fabric of your pants.

He kept your softening length in his mouth as you released the rough grip you had on his hair, a pleased hum leaving him as his eyes fluttered, as you ran your fingers through his hair instead. “Such a good boy Ken, you did so well. Fuck, you’re so pretty, so amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so good at sucking cock as you, I just wanna keep you all to myself” you murmured in a post orgasm voice, the praise thick and heavy as it fell endlessly from your lips.

The praise seemed to be what did it for Ken, at least from your perspective. For Ken, hearing all those words from you as you petted him had that hot tingly feeling in his abdomen growing, more and more until it seemed to overtake his entire being. His vision went white as he swallowed around your flaccid length, eyes rolling back as that feeling overtook him. Kens entire body shook as he felt a sudden weight between his legs, a soft length of his own appearing, which quickly seemed to be filling up as you talked him through his orgasm.

Ken was still floating off somewhere as you pulled him to his feet, hugging him to your chest to let him calm down from such a powerful orgasm. To you at least, that was what it seemed like. Someone who came from the praise and sweet attention you gave him, but to Ken it was something completely different. He had no idea what to do with the hardening length between his thighs as he started rolling his hips into your thigh, whimpered moans leaving him as he buried his face into your shoulder.

You bit your lip as you hesitated for a moment, before coming to a conclusion. “Why don’t you come home with me Ken? Just for a bit” you asked, both worried about how strong his reaction had been, as you feared maybe you had put him in subspace, but also because you didn’t want to see the blonde cute himbo go just yet. You barely had to ask before Ken was nodding into your shoulder, soft murmurs leaving him that he really wanted to go with you, please don’t leave him. So, after tucking yourself away, making yourself presentable, and grabbing Kens cowboy hat, you signed out of work and tucked Ken into the passenger seat of your car, starting the drive back to your apartment, Kens hand in yours as you kept muttering praise to the blonde, who only replied with soft whimpers and moans.

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sweet-as-an-angel · 9 months

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Yandere Kencanons

Warnings: Kidnapping, Abduction, Major Spoilers for The Barbie Movie, Unhinged Post, Possessive Ken, Ken Just Wants to be Loved, Petnames, Ken Being Condescending, Post-Patriarchy Ken, No Pronouns Used for Reader Except 'You'.

Simply put, you’d charmed Ken. Made his non-existent heart flutter and a feeling he always associated with Barbie to overtake him. Been in the wrong place at the right time. Hence, less than a few hours after your meeting with Kenneth, you were in Barbieland. Sorry - Kendom Land.

You’d made the mistake of asking him for the time, in a rush to make it to work. And, with a twinkle in his eye and a seeming newfound sense of purpose, he proclaimed that “You respect me!”

Dazed and with little else you could say, you shrugged. “I mean…I guess…?”

And that was enough for him.

“I must go – get back to Barbieland – spread the news about patriarchy!”

You'd humoured him, more for the promise of your own safety than actual agreement, and he tipped his hat to you, billowing away in the direction of Venice Beach in a haze of his own world.

You managed to dodge him initially, untangling yourself from his vacant stare and making it to work unscathed.

On your way to lunch a few hours after, however, you were accosted again.

Of course, by none other than Ken Carson.

Who, having put all he’d learnt from his books on horses, the Wild West, and patriarchy, literally lassoed you and threw you onto his shoulder.

“We’ve gotta get you back to Barbieland – the Kens are not gonna believe this !”

On your journey back to this mysterious place, Ken explained to you how Barbies usually rule everything while the Kens are left with nothing.

“But, with you at my side, I’m sure we can make it right!”

You genuinely chalked this guy up to be insane, if at most, an escaped patient.

However, as you traversed 2D landscapes, you were more inclined to believe him. That this fabled Babrietopia did in fact exist.

And, once you get there, you become Patriarchy Ken’s personal servant.

He tells you to “Brewski Beer” him, all the while talking about how his initial conception of patriarchy had been that it was “Horses who ran the world, but it’s actually men — and horses are men extenders.”

He calls you his “bride-wife” or “groom-husband”, which, compared to the other Kens’ long-term distance low-commitment casual partners, seems oddly…endearing. Dangerously permanent.

With no idea how to get back to the Real world, you’re stuck with Ken and his entourage of fellow Kens, the Barbies either indoctrinated into their way of thinking or in hiding.

Speaking of, you are basically Ken’s property.

And he treats you as such whenever one of the other Kens tries to accost your service.

His tone is low, eyes sharp. “(Y/N) is my long-term distance low-commitment partner, not yours, Ken.”

And, to show as much, you get to sit on the floor next to Ken as he watches the Godfather with his Kentourage, talking through the whole thing, commenting on its ingenuity and nuance.

He also makes you stay nearby whenever he changes outfits - which is just him changing into another faux mink coat, pants and headband.

Despite being this new, independent, untethered Ken, he asks your opinion on things which seem largely inconsequential. Still, you sense something unstable. Insecurity, perhaps.

"What about...this coat?"

"Isn't that the same as the last one you showed me?"

Ken looks at your glass reflection in the wardrobe doors. His smile glitches, falters. He replaces it.

"Yeah, course - I was just testing you, seein' if you were paying attention."

Whenever you get a moment alone, away from the madness of the Kens, it’s short-lived. For Ken is never far behind, seeming to materialise in the doorway of whatever room of the Dreamhouse you’ve adopted as your refuge.

“What’s wrong, tiny baby?” He says, sauntering over to you, snake-like.

“I want to go home, Ken,” You tell him, voice racked with sobs, tears in your eyes.

He just gives you a narrowed, confused look, adopting an almost incredulous posture as if to say ‘Why?’

“First of all, I don’t like your tone, Doll,”

He steps towards you. You step back.

“Second of all, why in Kendom Land would you wanna leave ?" Another step forward. Another step back. "This is the dream of any patriarch’s partner to be where you are now; it should feel just like home !” Another step forward, another step ba-

Your legs hit the edge of the bed.

It doesn’t matter how hurt - or frightened - you look. Ken doesn’t listen.

“And besides, do you know how many Barbies would kill to be where you are now ? I know Weird Barbie would.” And he smiles – smirks – as if he’s triumphed you in some way only he is aware of, hands on his waist. The image of power.

Ken tends to test his boundaries when it comes to physical affection.

Seeing as he received none with Barbie, he seems to want to try his luck with you.

And yes, this does include him puckering his lips and staying stood in front of you until one of you caves.

Usually, it’s him, causing him to retract and act as if nothing happened. Which it didn’t.

But when he really wants a kiss, he can persist for hours.

You timed him. Two hours and three minutes until you relented and pecked him.

“Wow,” he says, every time, as if it’s the first time, his eyes clouded with dreams and what you could only pen as whimsy.

He’s incredibly touch-starved. Show him an ounce of willing and he’ll be overjoyed in his own, new, macho way. Though, he does have a hard time containing a squeal whenever you touch skin.

Secretly, he's entranced by how...human you are. how different you feel and talk to the other dolls in his Kendom.

He's developed an obsession interest with your hands, holding them in his, telling you how small and soft your hands are compared to his.

He squeezes them whenever he gets the chance, commenting on how "Squishy" your fingers are, despite you having a skeleton beneath your skin - a concept that blows Ken away every time you explain it to him.

He also adores hugs. Though, he only hugs you/lets you hug him when out of view of other Kens. He needs to protect his image as the stoic leader, after all.

Loves a cuddle; goes stupid crazy for them.

He favours holding you to his chest and resting his chin atop your head. He finds your warmth a foreign comfort. While you find his lack of a heart – and a beat – a discomfort.

“S’nice and warm,” he says, eyes closed, the image of laxity. "Being here with you."

He mumbles that last part. You know not to inquire further. The Kens consider any form of genuine affection to be a weakness.

It’s in your best interest to just let him stay there and talk about whatever it is he’s fascinated himself with, lest you wish to incur a temper tantrum or the cold shoulder.

Aside from being a fan of hand-holding, he's also a partaker in wrist-holding.

If you ever do something to aggravate him, he tends to grip your wrist hard enough to make you wince, his jaw clenched, eyes narrowed.

“Something wrong, Babe?” He’ll say, tone deep with simmering wrath.

You know not to push it with Ken.

Despite how platinum and perfect he is, he does harbour a resentment which, whether caused by you or not, he seems to target you with.

Talked to a Ken for too long, or in a way he didn’t like?

He’s going to embarrass you in front of him. Make you seem undesirable to all who are not himself.

He knows he can’t make you disappear, given the fact that you’re mortal. But he knows he can make other Kens disappear; an idea that, the first time it appeared to him, frightened him, made him confront a darker half he’d repressed. But, as time went on, he’s learnt to harness it in ways you’d never have suspected from a Ken.

Not that you’d know it from the way he treats you, but he does actually care for you.

Perhaps…as much as, even more so, than he does — did — for Barbie.

He doesn’t feel like he’s tethered to any one job or image when he’s with you; his identity is not an extension of yours. But, he does try to treat yours as if it is an extension of his.

“Babe, hurry up with those beers — the game’s about to start !”

He knows you’re impervious to the effects of his brainwashing, given that you’re from the Real World, so he feels that you’re the most genuine person in Kendom Land. Hence he tends to treat you with equal harshness and care.

This also often leads to Ken asking you things about your world. Things he doesn’t yet have the answers for.

His favourite pastime is to lay his head on your thighs while you sit against the headboard of his bed, asking you any and all questions that come to mind.

“What’s your favourite colour?”, “Where does the sun go when it’s night time?”, “What did you do at your job?”

Personal ones like that last one often cause you to tense, and Ken can tell. He tends to refrain from asking you such questions now, seeing as any reminder of your life prior to this cause you to, what he has learnt to call it, cry.

Despite how tone-deaf Kenneth can be, he is actually rather intuitive. Or, rather, considerate.

When you’d told him your favourite colour, he’d painted his bedroom walls in it. Albeit a slap-dash job of it, given how interior design is not in his box description like Interior Design Ken, but he tried !

Despite his small acts of kindness being his attempts to imitate comfort, they do little to calm you. For everything he says, does, discussing a future with you in Kendom Land, changing aspects of his world to cater to your preferences, feel as if you are to take up unwilling, permanent residence here.

And, while you wait and plot for a way to escape, you exist as a perpetual puppet for Ken to mither and berate and order around.

In the real world, a doll has started appearing on shelves – a new range of ‘Misery Barbie/Ken’ dominating the toy aisles of every supermarket and toy store, your visage wrapped tightly in every box.

Tears, an outfit demeaning enough to make a grandmother faint, and the unwavering expression of the need for freedom.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 9 months

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Omg hey I woul like to request something ! Ken x Reader (male, if possible) where the reader teaches Ken about the real world and they're also very in love. Thank you very much !

When Ken returned to the Real World again, he had a vision similar to Barbie's--realizing his owner was nearby.

Instead of a child....it's you, an adult who (like Gloria) inadvertently projected your own insecurities onto him while looking at an unboxed Beach Ken doll in your attic.

When you were younger, you really wanted to play with it unlike other boys who had action figures and nerf guns...but you were sorta shamed into keeping it boxed, as your parents said it would be more "valuable" one day.

Similarly..Ken had been stuck in a box all his life, trapped in the role of Barbie's accessory until recently.

So there's an instant connection when you two meet.

To make a long story short, you're like "ohhh hey I guess I kinda fucked up your mental stability, bro...you wanna come over and we can talk about it, man-to-man?"

He was very eager to go with you and learn more about your world beyond all the patriarchy and toxic masculinity.

You tell him about using your "male privilege" for good, and one defining example was when a random woman taps him on the shoulder, looking terrified and almost in tears.

"H-Hi, um..this is gonna sound really awkward but can you two pretend to be my friends for a second? This guy has been following me-"

"Of course." You reassure her, before looking to the confused Ken and telling him to go along with it.

The creepy guy comes along and backs off when he sees you two standing there protecting this lady, and once he's gone, she thanks you with hugs before leaving.

"I think I did a good job." Ken turns to you for validation, eyes shimmering. "Was that good, [y/n]? I mean playing pretend is all I've ever done so-"

"Yep. You did great." You chuckle, patting his shoulder. "I'm glad she thought you were a safe person to approach."

He nods and is giddy the whole way back home, especially when you get into your car and show him the different mechanisms, with him clinging to every detail.

These life lessons you're teaching him, however, made him think back to the "Kendom"...and he admits to trying to reinvent patriarchy there and feels ashamed of how he treated the Barbies.

He didn't think he'd open up this quickly to you, considering he never had any "manly" talks with other Kens (besides beach-offs).

But besides you being his owner, there's something about you that just made him feel...secure enough to do so. Like he could tell you anything.

You listen and reassure him that acknowledging his mistakes was a great first step to unlearning those toxic mindsets.

With all of that finally hashed out, you decide to show him the simple pleasures of the real world. Like cooking, watching TV, playing video games, etc.

Just mundane things you regularly do, with Ken picking up on some of your habits/routines as well as having some independence of his own.

You two grow closer as a result over the next few weeks, and you began falling for him and his humor and his charming smiles-

Yeah, you're 100% smitten for this doll who crossed worlds to meet you.

But you're not sure if he felt (or even could feel) the same way, since he was made to love Barbie and was...clearly still getting over his "breakup" with her. So you left it be.

That changes when you show him some emotional movie where the lead male characters showed vulnerability (ie Good Will Hunting or Brokeback Mountain) and he unconsciously holds your hand as he stares at the screen, tears staining his cheeks.

While the credits roll, your heart melts as he looks at you with those pretty blue eyes, his watery smile persistent.

"Th-Thanks for showing me this, [y/n].."

"Of course, Ken. Now you know that us guys don't always have to pretend to be tough. We're allowed to have feelings." You rub your thumb across his knuckles, a sweet gesture which makes him blush.

On the subject of feelings, he realizes that the ones he has for you are...leaning more into romance than "bromance" (yeah you taught him that term and it's part of his vocabulary now).

He becomes uncharacteristically quiet when you ask him what's on his mind, before he leans in to kiss you on the cheek. Purely on impulse.

You're both flustered at what happened, yet he panics internally when you don't say anything, trying to get up to leave so you didn't see him cry over the stupid decision he made-

"Ken, it's okay." You take his hands, convincing him to sit back down. "I had no idea you swung that way, but I'm...actually glad."

"Glad? Y-You're not...mad or anything?" He sniffles.

"Of course not. I....was planning to come out of the closet sooner or later. I just didn't know when or how to bring it up, but....I guess I don't have to worry about that anymore, thank god."

"So...does this makes us boyfriend and g....boyfriend?"

"If you want it to be, sure. I wouldn't mind a handsome doll being the love of my life." You wink.

Ken mirrors your smile, relieved to know you reciprocated his feelings.

Then he gets stumped on something and his eyebrows furrow.

"Wait...what closet were you talking about?"

Oh boy.

You just chuckle and give him a kiss on the lips.

Falling in love with a Ken doll from Barbieland certainly wasn't on your bucket list....

But you're perfectly content with that.

#oop kinda went to town on this one-#clanask #barbie x reader #barbie spoilers #ken x reader #ken carson x reader #male reader #fluff #hurt/comfort #headcanons

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iliumheightnights · 9 months

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Ken convinces M/n, the owner of his doll to stay in Barbie Land with him and become a doll.

Ken: "Don't go back. The Real World sucks!"

M/n: "It...REALLY does."

Ken: "Plus here, we can just be on the beach all day."

M/n: "That DOES sound nice."

Ken: "You can even stay at my place."

M/n: "Sold."

#the barbie movie #barbie #ken #ken carson #male reader #male!reader #x male reader #x male!reader #it felt like a parody writing this #but also I just love him

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ruru0803 · 7 months

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What do you do when your sister was made in opposition to your best friend and your brother to your crush? Can you really be evil if you were made to just play a part?

Playground Rivals: Ken x Reader

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The Cast

Ken Carson

Played by Ryan Gosling

Barbie Handler

Played by Margot Robbie

Raquelle

Played by Camila Mendes

Ryan

Played by Nick Jonas

Y/N

I don't own the Barbie movie or its characters, this story will be based on the movie. I can't promise this story will be any good but I'm interested in Barbie rn so why not. I hope you guys enjoy.

Both stories follow the movie and have the same relationships with each character but sometimes the paths will be different. F y/n will be a pianist/cook and M y/n will be Ryan's backup singer/ guitarist. Again I do not own barbie or any of it's characters. I want to make this a little interactive so you can vote on what your character can do every now and then. This is my own interpretation of Raquelle and Ryan, they won't be exactly like the ones from Life in the dream house, Fairy Secret, or Fashion Fairytale.

Minors do not interact, 18+ only.

Female

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Male

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Alternative Chapter [Second top vote]

Female

Chapter 2,

Male

Chapter 2,

Extra

Life, 2,

#ken x reader #barbie 2023 #raquelle barbie #ryan gosling #margot robbie #barbie #ryan barbie #nick jonas #camila mendes #ken x y/n #ken x you #ken x male reader #ken x female reader #ryan gosling x reader #plaground rivals masterlist

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yourbpdgf · 2 years

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rules+whoiwritefor ???

rules ?

• no piss,, shit,, fart kinks cs ew

• no pedophilia

• i dnt write male readers,, only gender neutral or fem!reader

• requests r always open

note ? i write in my own style: lowercase,, double commas,, no apostrophes,, slang,, etc .

fandoms + characters i write for:

artists ?

• chief keef

• ddosama

• destroy lonely

• ddot

• evvls,, jaydes,, yen

• jacquees

• juice wrld

• king von

• ken carson

• kodak black

• lil tracy minaj

• lucki

• luh tyler

• playboi carti

• skimask the slump

• trippie redd

• xxxtentacion

• young thug

creepypasta ?

• bloody painter

• eyeless jack

• laughing jack

• homicidal liu

• jane the killer

• jeff the killer

• ticci tobi

bungo stray dogs ?

• chuuya nakahara

• edgar allen poe

• fyodor dostoyevsky

• nikolai gogol

• osamu dazai

• ranpo edogawa

• yumeno kyusaku (only platonic or child reader x yumeno, no smut hes like 10.)

danganronpa ?

• celestia ludenberg

• ibuki mioda

• kokichi oma

• nagito komaeda

• rantaro amami

• shuichi saihara

genshin impact ?

• albedo kreideprinz

• chongyun

• columbina

• cyno mahamatra

• diluc ragnvindr

• dori (platonic)

• fischl

• gorou

• hu tao

• itto arataki

• kazuha kaedehara

• klee (platonic)

• kokomi sangonomiya

• mona megistus

• qiqi (platonic)

• raiden ei

• razor

• rosaria

• sayu (platonic)

• shenhe

• tighnari

• venti

• xiao

• yae miko

• zhongli

haikyuu ?

• akira kunimi

• atsumu miya

• kei tsukishima

• keiji akaashi

• kenjiro shirabu

• kenma kozume

• kentaro kyotani

• kiyoko shimizu

• kiyoomi sakusa

• kotaro bokuto

• osamu miya

• rintarou suna

• satori tendou

jujutsu kaisen ?

• mahito

• megumi fushiguro

• ryomen sukuna

• toge inumaki

• toji fushiguro

• yuji itadori

naruto ?

• deidara

• gaara

• hinata hyuga

• kiba inuzuka

• naruto uzumaki

• neji hyuga

• sasori

• sasuke cchiha

• shikamaru nara

obey me ?

• asmodeus

• barbatos

• beelzebub

• belphegor

• leviathan

• mammon

• satan

tokyo revengers ?

Emma Sano

Hajime Kokonoi

Haruchiyo "Sanzu" Akashi

Izana Kurokawa

Kazutora Hanemiya

Keisuke Baji

Manjiro Sano

Nahoya "Smiley" Kawata

Ran Haitani

Rindou Haitani

Seishu Inui

Senju "Kawaragi" Akashi

Shuji Hanma

Souya "Angry" Kawata

Takashi Mitsuya

Wakasa Imaushi

Twisted Wonderland:

Floyd Leech

Idia Shroud

Jamil Viper

Leona Kingscholar

Lilia Vanrouge

Malleus Draconia

Riddle Rosehearts

Ruggie Bucchi

Silver Vanrouge

Vil Schoenheit

YuGiOh (Duel Monsters and Arc V):

Atem

Chazz Princeton

Duke Devlin

Ishizu Ishtar

Joey Wheeler

Mai Valentine

Marik Ishtar

Maximillion Pegasus

Ryou Bakura

Seto Kaiba

Sora Perse

Yami Bakura

Yami Marik

Yami Yugi

Yugi Muto

Yuya Sakaki

Thief King Bakura

Miscellaneous:

Adrien Agreste (Miraculous)

Amane "Hanako" Yugi (TBHK)

Ayato Kirishima (Tokyo Ghoul)

Ban (Seven Deadly Sins)

Bellatrix Lestrange (Harry Potter)

Camilo Madrigal (Encanto)

carlos madrigal

ciel phantomhive

connie springer

Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter)

Dabi (MHA)

Denki Kaminari (MHA)

Eren Yeager

Gowther (Seven Deadly Sins)

Himiko Toga (MHA)

Hotaro Oreki (Hyouka)

Iguro Obanai

Illumi Zoldyck (HxH)

Isaac "Zack" Foster (Angels of Death)

Karma Akabane (Assassination Classroom)

Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul)

Killua (HxH) (No Smut)

Kusuo Saiki (TDLOSK)

Levi Ackerman

Meguru Bachira (Blue Lock)

Merlin (Seven Deadly Sins)

Micah Yujin (Error143)

Mikasa Ackerman

Mitsuri Kanroji

Muichiro Tokito

Nagi Seishiro (Blue Lock)

Ray (TPN) (No Smut)

Ray "Saeran" Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Rin Okumura (Blue Exorcist)

Rodrick Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Ryuunosuke Chiba (Assassination Classroom)

Sae Itoshi (Blue Lock)

Saeran Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Saeyoung "707" "Luciel" Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Suit!Saeran Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Unknown (Mystic Messenger)

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supercap2319 · 9 months

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Ken watched Y/N from afar. He was leaning against a pink column with Ken. Ken watched as Y/N glided through a well choreographed dance routine in a glittery outfit alongside the other Y/N's and Barbie's. He had this big smile on his face as he swayed his hips in motion to the song as he twirled Barbie around, earninng a polite chuckle from her.

It was no question on who Ken was jealous of. And it wasn't Y/N. It was Barbie. The stereotypical idea that a Ken and a Barbie were supposed to end up being boyfriend-girlfriend wasn't always the truth. Especially, in Ken's case. What he felt for Barbie, or what he was supposed to feel for her was somehow transferred to Y/N. Ken didn't understand it. The patriarchy of Barbie Land being ruled by only Barbies was something that didn't apply to the Y/Ns. They were what the Kens were supposed to be. Not as an accessory, but as an opposition.

They lived in harmony with everyone in Barbie Land, but they weren't bound to the patriarchy of Barbie and her rules. They had their own success in masculinity that wasn't toxic to themselves or the kids that played with them. Perhaps that's what drew Ken to Y/N. He wasn't anything like Ken himself. He was... Amazing. He was so sure of himself and had this sunny disposition about him that just drew Ken in like some choice waves.

Y/N turned to Ken staring at him as he smiled and winked at him. "Dance the night away. My heart could be burnin', but you won't see it on my face."

Ken flushed as he looked at his feet and counted the glittery pink tiles on the dance floor before he felt a tap on his shoulders and saw Y/N looking at him with a smile on his face. "Fancy a dance, Kenneth?" He had his hand stretched out as Ken looked from his hand to his face and smiled charmingly. "Yeah! That would be cool."

He grabbed Ken's hand and led him to the dance floor. "Cause every romance shakes and it bends, don't give a damn. When the night's here, I don't do tears, baby, no chance. I could dance, I could dance, I could dance. Watch me... dance. Dance the night away. My heart could be burnin', but you won't see it on my face."

Barbie watched from afar as she saw Y/N and Ken together in a choreographed dance number. She smiled. Good for them.

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supercap2319 · 9 months

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"Ken guess what?! Do you know what they call sleepovers here in the real world?" Y/N said in excitement as he looked at the bleach blonde haired male.

Gloria and her family were trying to teach Y/N, Ken, and Barbie about what things were like in the real world if they were going to stay in it. It was cute watching them get excited over new things, but there were some things Gloria wished she didn't have to explain. The next words out of Y/N's mouth were a prime example.

Ken looks at him and smiles charmingly at his boyfriend. Because apparently here in the real world, men could have boyfriends and girlfriends. "What is it? What do they call it?"

"Apparently, they call it, 'Netflix and chill.'" Y/N said. "You watch Netflix and eat something chilling or is it chilli? Is that right, Gloria?" Y/N turns to the Latina mother and smiles innocently as she gives him a fake smile.

Her daughter, Sasha chuckled and rolled her eyes. "No, Y/N. Netflix and chill means you and Ken are supposed to fu—"

"—Fun. Have fun!" Gloria put a hand over Sasha's mouth before she could say what it really meant.

Y/N nods. "Fun? I can do that. I'm fun. Come on, Ken!" He grabbed his hand and led him upstairs.

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supercap2319 · 9 months

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"Y/N? I don't know if I'm doing this right." Ken pants as he looked at the genital in his hands and continued to stroke it up and down like he saw in the Internet video.

This all started when Gloria and her family took Y/N ,Ken, and Barbie to the beach. And it was a real beach with real sand, water, and sunburn. Ken had been waxing his board so he could score some choice waves, when Y/N, and Barbie had both come out of the water as their swim suits clung to their bodies. Barbie wore a coral pink bikini as she wrung out her long blonde hair, looking at Ken, and winking as he felt his genitals starting to stir in his shorts.

His attention turned to Y/N, who, wore cerulean blue swimming trunks as they clung to his lower waist and outlined his crotch area as Ken's genital skyrocketed into hardest as he gasped quietly and tried to keep it from poking out of his mint green shorts.

That night, he had searched online and found a cure for his achiness as he tried to calm it down in the bathroom as Y/N came in and watched Ken try to get his erection under control by the edge of the bathtub.

"Hold on, Ken. Maybe you need another person to help you." Y/N said.

Ken looks at him. "What do you mean?"

"I saw this one guy helping out another guy with his erection problem. Maybe you need two people for it to go away?"

That sounded reasonable enough. Ken nods. "Can you please help me?"

Y/N nods as he stood up and entered the bathtub with Ken as he looked at him and smiled as he sank to his knees in front of Ken and licked his lips like in the video and opened his mouth wide as he slipped his lips over Ken's manhood.

Ken's eyes widened at that. This was something that he wasn't used to as he let out a soft moan and he ran his fingers through Y/N's hair as the other male began to bob his head back and forth on his length as Ken's moans got very loud.

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supercap2319 · 8 months

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Ken watched as Y/N came down to the beach with a young man dressed in a red and blue spandex costume. He had a baby face and was about 5'7. Who was he and why was he talking to his Y/N? Technically, Y/N wasn't his, but he would be once he saw him surf some tubular waves.

The platinum blonde haired Ken doll took a chance and licked his lips. "Hi, Y/N!"

Y/N turned to him and smiled as he waved. "Hi, Ken!"

"Hi, Y/N!"

"Hi, Barbie!"

"Hi Barbie!"

"Hi, Ken!"

"Hi, Barbie. Hi, Ken. Hi, Y/N."

"Hi, Allan!"

Beach Ken walked towards Y/N after the introductions were made. He eyed the superhero-looking guy. "Who's this?"

"Ken, this is Spiderman Ken."

"Spiderman Ken–or is it Peter Parker? Or Tom Holland?" Y/N asked.

"No, Tom Holland is the guy who plays Spiderman. And he has a British accent. But I could give it a go, mate." Spiderman Ken joked in an accent.

Y/N chuckles as Ken gets instantly jealous. "Why is he here?"

"Mattel just released a new line of Marvel's Avengers Barbies and Kens. And pretty soon we'll have Captain America Ken. Winter Soldier Ken. Iron man Ken. Thor Ken. Hulk Ken. Even Eternal's Ken. He's my favorite."

Ken looks shocked. Great it was bad enough that he had to compete for Y/N's attention with Tourist Ken, but now superheroes too? This sucked.

He faked a smile and shook Spiderman Ken's hand. "Nice to meet you."

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gatorbites-imagines · 5 months

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Could you do a Ken (Ryan Gosling) X Male Reader X Ken (Simu Liu) SMUT? Their Rivalry turning Raunchy when it comes to the MR: Whose kisses are better, who is the better makeout partner, who can give better blowjobs(Resulting in MR getting a Double BJ from both), whose penis, balls, and cum are better and tastier, and finally whose Ass tastes and feels best! ;) ALSO if neither Ken's have genitalia, just smoothness, do they love it when MR rubs and licks them their, turning into moaning messes? ;)

Stereotypical Ken x Male Reader x Pompadour Ken

Headcanons

I’ve learned the only way I can get in the mood to write about Ken is to listen to Bimbo Doll on repeat.

It’s gonna be so confusing saying stereotypical Ken and Pompadour Ken over and over, but I have no idea how else to refer to them 😭

How you ended up with not one but two kens following you around, you had no idea. Maybe it was the fact that you stole two of your sisters ken dolls as a kid, and used to play with them when you played with your ninja turtle toys and monster trucks.

Or maybe it was the fact that you worked at Mattel for like, a few months, and specifically had worked on outfits for Ken and only Ken. It meant you had some kind of connection to them, in some way.

Maybe it was also because you got dragged along with everything that happened with the Kens taking over barbieland, and you had to go save it with the rest.

Stereotypical Ken had been absolutely glowing when you said he looked pretty cute in his Kenough hoodie, and Pompadour Ken immediately seemed to hook onto that, for some reason. Being rivals just seemed to be in their blood, bodies? Plastic?

Now that stereotypical Ken knew how to get from Barbieland into the real world, you get used to him just showing up at your apartment sometimes. He would never tell Pompadour Ken how to get there, because he doesn’t want his rival to have that advantage, but they both figure it out at some point.

Any weaker man would have buckled or probably passed out from the blood rushing upwards and downwards at having two very attractive, not very bright but enthusiastic men, rubbing against you from both sides.

But you were not a weak man, for the most part. In the beginning their competitions were on the normal side. From whom could do the best backflip, to who could cook the best brownies, you never really questioned it, and somehow always made sure to keep their “score” equal.

Both Kens must have stumbled across more adult content, or the overexposure of being in the real world started giving them ideas, because you almost had a heart attack coming home from work one day and they both almost knocked you over, their lips immediately all pressing against your neck and chin.

You end up having to sit them down and scold them, but from then on it seems like a switch has been flipped inside stereotypical Ken and pompadour Ken.

Their competitions start becoming steamier, from kissing, to make outs, to full body massages. You aren’t complaining of course. It’s horrible for your ego, having two hot guys rubbing you all over and competing to see who can make the best hickey on your chest.

You almost get a nosebleed when you come home from work one day to see them both on speedos, comparing their bodies in front of a full body mirror you didn’t even know you owned.

You get lightheaded from how much blood is rushing downwards as they grope and squeeze each other, grumbling half compliments-half insults at each other. It ends up with you just leaning against the doorway and watching for a bit, because how can you not.

They both also seem so taken with you, especially when you come home from work, especially if you do a blue-collar job. It seems to tickle some kinda manliness nerve inside them, as they both seem so obsessed with your uniform or how rough your hands are.

Its kinda nice honestly, coming home to two attractive guys who are so excited to see you and please you in one way or another. It did catch you off guard the first time they scrambled into your lap, one on each thigh, Pompadour Ken stating you needed them to help figure out who the best kisser was.

Of course, you never ended up giving them a solid answer, which they quickly forgot, as both Kens seemed to become almost mindless and weak in the knees from just kissing alone.

When they first gain genitals, you bet your ass they’re comparing size, girth, hairs, anything. They would want your opinion too. You, being a bit of a tease, would go down on them and leave them both whining and whimpering as you suck them off.

The experience feels like some kind of awakening for them both, and you swear they’re gonna start throwing hands on who gets to go down on your first. You’ll have to remind them they can both go first, maybe by wording it like a competition.

It ends up extremely sloppy and with little finesse or skill, but by God are they enthusiastic. Two mouths on you at once, both looking up at you with those begging eyes of their, trying their damnest to make you cum.

After making you cum, both stereotypical Ken and pompadour Ken seem even more energized. You can expect to get head at least once a day from then on, some days even twice, as they don’t wanna share every time. I pray for you.

They become fiends are they get a hang of the internet, saying all kinds of dirty things to you and wanting to try so many different things. Stereotypical Ken would definitely want to ride you, and I can see pompadour Ken wanting you to eat him out till he’s crying into the pillow and shaking.

Its like having two dogs in heat running around sometimes, they’re gonna have to learn how to help each other, because you can in no way keep up, especially when their rivalry kicks up a notch like it does sometimes.

To have mercy on yourself and your body, you end up able to convince them that you can sit back and watch, and then pick a winner from there. They would still want you involved sometimes, or most times for that matter, since they are sure you can judge it better that way.

At some point you have to be careful when you have visitors over, as both Kens just take to walking around in the nude, because why cover up when they wanna show off to you?

They are both so beautiful in very way that you don’t mind most days, but you don’t wanna have someone over and then see the two of them making out on the couch, trying to settle who the best kisser is for the fourth time this week.

You still love them, even though they leave you feeling like a juice box with all the air sucked out, or more dehydrated than after a full day working in the sun. They’re your messy competitive boys, and you’d probably allow them to get away with anything if they looked at you with those pretty eyes of theirs and pouted.

They never end up being able to settle any of their competition with you after all, but at this point the competitions just seem like a cover or habit to get in the mood or get each other riled up.

Both Kens are pretty submissive by nature, which is why they pull out their rivalry most times when they wanna do something but both feel so shy to ask you to do it with them, and you might enable them a bit too much sometimes, but you all enjoy it too much to stop.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 9 months

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hi! can i request ken x (male) reader who’s from texas and breaking ken’s idea of the patriarchy (mostly the realities of cowboy life lol) thank you!!

"Now what're you supposed to be, a cowboy or somethin'? Because it looks like you're goin' to a fashion show upstate."

Blinking owlishly, Ken spun around on his heels, coming face-to-face with you. He looked at your clothing up and down, noting you had a hat similar to his, along with ripped jeans, cowboy boots, and a buttoned plaid shirt.

His eyebrows furrowed with confusion, not seeing an apparent difference.

Nevertheless, he realized you were another human male who was trying to talk to him, and he was excited! This was his big chance to learn more about the patriarchy of the Real World!

But he didn't wanna let his eagerness show too much, so he leaned against a nearby pillar, keeping the books tucked against his side.

"Nah, I ain't goin' to no fashion show....partner..." He made a poor attempt at mimicking your accent, which he noted was heavily Southern, and it took all your willpower not to laugh your ass off.

Yet you couldn't help chuckling anyways, which made the blond pout as he adjusted the brim of his hat. "Awh I'm only teasin'." You shook your head. "I will say it does fit ya pretty good. Haven't seen anything like that back in Texas."

"...oh really? Thanks!" He put a big smile back on, trying to sound cool and casual. "Sounds like a fun place. I'm just here..seeing what this world's all about...getting accustomed to the patriarchy. Man, I wish Barbie told me about-"

"Hold on..." You stopped him in his tracks, being perplexed by several things he just said. "What about the patriarchy? You act as though it's a lifestyle-"

"Is it not? Because I see it all around us!" He spread his arms out. "It's incredible! Everything's backwards but yet...I'm just amazed! This world caters to us men!" Then he stepped closer, showing you the books in his hands depicting studies of horses and patriarchy, a sparkle in his eye. "Look, these books have already taught me so much!"

You blinked, taking one of them and frowning as you recognized the barcode as being from the school your cousin attended. "Ya realize you stole these from a school library, right-?"

"Back in Barbieland, we Kens had none of this stuff!!" He ignored your remark, yanking the book from your hands as he continued to babble on and on and how "awesome" the patriarchy is while pointing to a nearby horse statue.

He's acting as though this was the first time he's ever heard of it, firmly believing that it's all about men and horses.

That would've convinced you that this guy was either insane or living under a rock all his life....had he not mentioned "Barbieland", "Barbie", and "Ken".

'As in...the dolls my little cousins played with?' You pondered. 'Well it would certainly explain the outlandish outfit..and how it doesn't look like any lights are on upstairs...'

"So.." You cleared your throat, he was quick to shut up and let you continue, blinking as you offered your hand. "Before I forget...the name's [y/n]. A pleasure to meet ya."

He studied your gesture intensely, before putting forth his manliest handshake possible, his eyes lighting up when you laughed and complimented his strong grip. "And I'm Ken, the pleasure's all mine."

"Yeah, I figured."

"Well, [y/n]. You seem to embody everything a human man is, so...you got any advice for a fellow man who only just recently learned of all these great luxuries?" He raised an eyebrow.

You thought about it for a few moments, letting his hand go as your gaze went back to the books tucked under his arm. "Yeah, uh..for one, ya seem to be holdin' onto this "idea" that patriarchy's all about the horses. I hate to break it to ya....but it ain't that simple."

"....wait, it's not..?" He blinked in bewilderment, looking to the books and frowning. "Are you sure? Because these books told me-"

"They're outdated an' used for history projects at school. They don't accurately showcase modern cowboy culture, which is what ya seem to be enthralled with."

"...these don't???" His voice became higher-pitched, becoming utterly devastated that he was lied to. "But if it's not about horses..then...then what about the statues, hm? And those officers riding them?!"

"Ken..in this world anybody can ride a horse if they wanted to. You just happen to see more guys than gals doin' it."

"Oh..."

"Look, it's true that more men are in charge of stuff here in LA, but the patriarchy is really just a messy system that harms both sides." You frowned slightly. "It ain't somethin' I'd wanna idolize."

"...but why?"

You sighed, unsure of how you could possibly dumb it down for him even further. "'cuz it's turned some of my own friends and family into vile dirtbags who think the world owes them everything. I'd hate to see ya fall down that same pipeline."

He nodded in slight understanding, but seemed rather sad as he hugged the books to his chest, feeling like his dreams were shattered just as he began to realize them..

"I thought it was just like Barbieland..."

"Ya'll got a matriarchy there?"

"...I guess..? They write all the constitutions and stuff."

"And...how do they treat ya?"

"Like we're accessories." Ken huffed, eyebrows knitted together in frustration. "They aren't terrible, but...I only have a good day when Barbie looks at me..which...hasn't been happening lately. I was thinking if I could show her the cool horses and stuff...she'll see me differently. See me for the man I can be."

You never expected for this conversation to derail into you trying to resolve a doll's identity crisis, but it's clear he was holding onto the misconception that the "Real World" was just opposite of Barbieland--where men had it all here and ruled without flaw.

That was far from the truth.

"Now changin' yourself for a lady isn't what ya wanna do, son." You patted his shoulder, causing him to look up at you in astonishment. "You're good enough as you are. But I take it that deep down...ya just care about the horses?"

He nodded again.

"Then..how about instead of reading this misleading garbage--" You tapped the binder of one of the books "--ya talk to someone who's lived the authentic cowboy life? Somebody with experience?"

Looking all around, he seemed confused for a moment, before his gaze returned to yours. "Like....you?"

"Yup."

"Isn't being a man and wearing this not enough?"

"It's a wee bit more complicated than that. It's hard work. But if you're interested in that sort of life, I can tell ya all about it." You offered, smiling as you watched the grin return to his face.

"I'd love that. Now if I don't need these stupid books, then I'll just--" He went to toss the stack into the nearest trash bin, but you were quick to intervene.

"Hey, hey, hey! Ya can't just throw away school property like that!"

"...but you just called this "garbage"."

"It's a figure of speech, Ken." Sighing, you just shook your head, taking the books off his hands. "You'll learn a lot about that here. Let's just go return these and I'll tell ya all about my life back in Texas. Whatever ya wanna know, I'll do my best to answer."

Ken's eyes shimmered at the prospect of hanging out with another guy..like all the other humans he's seen. That's all he truly wanted, really--just to bond with someone and not be in some aggressive rivalry unlike what he had with the other Kens.

He's lucky he ran into you.

"Can I ask something now?"

"Sure..if it's less than ten words." You humored him.

"Do..you..own..horses..? That's four." He grinned, counting on his fingers just to be sure of it.

"I do. Poor things couldn't take the dry heat of Texas, so they came along with me in a truck. I'll show ya pictures after we return these books."

Ken nodded eagerly, unable to hide his excitement as he followed you back to the library, ready to learn more about your culture.

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Y/N and Ken walked hand and hand towards the beach where their counterparts were waiting for them, but also soaking up some sun. They stood at the top of the sand dunes before Y/N cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the Kens and Y/Ns.

"Attention my fellow Y/Ns and Kens. Ken and I have been to the real world for a couple of days and we've discovered that the men there are very different from here in Barbie Land." Y/N said.

"They have horses and patriarchy!" Ken cried excitedly.

"And we've also discovered that the men beach each off very differently as well. Instead of a well choreographed dance number and song. The men in the real world beach each other off by touching each other's genitals until this white sticky substance comes out."

"It's possibly milk." Ken said.

Tourist Ken/Rival Ken rolled his eyes. "Is that a fact, Ken? Prove it. Show us." All the other Kens and Y/Ns murmured in agreement.

"Wait, you want Ken and me to beach off right in front of you guys?" Y/N asked in surprise.

"Yeah. Unless you're chicken, Ken?" Tourist Ken/Rival Ken taunted.

Ken huffed in defiance as he looked at Y/N. "Come on, Y/N. Let's show them how real men beach off." He pulled his shorts down to reveal a mint green jockstrap as Y/N blushed and pulled his own pants down as he and Ken started to beach off for their counterparts.

"See? This is how you beach someone off, Ken!" Beach Ken snapped in between moans.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 7 months

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I saw the Ken man ask (the one with the Ken who's supposed to be an overdramatic superhero) and I wanted to know if you'd be cool with a follow up, when the events of kendom happens in the movie Ken man Is having the time of his life since he can now do what he was meant to do and save barbie land from the forces of beach ken, but while he's doing so he and beach Ken at some point have an overdramtic confrontation about how the other betrayed them

Yeah! I'm glad you liked the hcs!

Here's the post of Ken-Man if anyone wants to read em!

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"I'LL SEE YOU ON THE MALIBU BEACH!!"

"CHAAARGE!!!!"

As the Kens on both sides of the beach shouted their war cries and charged at each other, you, Barbie, Gloria, Allan, Sasha, and all the other dolls freed from the brainwashing observed the battle from the safety of Weird Barbie's manor.

"And so it begins...they're so wrapped-up in their egos that they cannot see that they're tearing each other apart...and destroying the beach Barbieland knows and loves." You murmured, crouching along the ledge of the building. "I know what I have to do."

"Yeah, you go....do your superhero stuff or whatever. Stall 'em if you can," Weird Barbie suggested as she peered through her binoculars, before turning to the others. "As for us...I think it's time we put our freaking constitution back together."

There was a unified agreement, so while they all headed down to the Pink House to cast their votes, you donned your mask and flew towards the shores.

Finally, you could fulfill your purpose as a hero by saving this world from the forces of Beach Ken and his tyrannical Kendom! You refused to be part of his empire, knowing how badly it was hurting the Barbies despite his insistance that things were better this way.

All your life you've been living in the shadows, rescuing the dolls from mundane situations. And while you did receive acknowledgement and praise, you felt like something was lacking..

Danger.

Seeing the Kens attacking each other so viciously with tennis rackets, beach balls, frisbees, and pool noodles....that was dangerous in your eyes. People were getting hurt. Your people.

You may just be one man.

But you're Ken-Man.

And it's about time you saved the day.

The beach was in total chaos, but conveniently you had gadgets and fighting skills that most of these Kens didn't have. All the Mortal Kombat, Street Fighter, and Justice League media Ken brought back to this place couldn't prepare any of them for what you had in store.

You dodged a frisbee, grabbing it and flinging it right back to a Ken, hitting him on the back of the head before he fell to the ground. Then you narrowly missed an arrow by doing a flip, kicking up sand as you landed.

"KEN-MAN!!!!"

Hearing the familiar shout, you spun around, cape swishing dramatically, and suddenly found yourself in a clearing.

Amidst all the Kens fighting around you, there was only one you were focused on:

Beach Ken, donning his lightning bandanna and a black fringe open vest, staring you down with such fury.

"Ken-"

"You....TRAITOR!!" He charged at you, ready to swing, but you intercepted his fists, standing nose-to-nose. "What ever happened to being your sidekick?!! You promised I would be as cool as you!! Did that mean nothing?!!"

"I think you got this all backwards." You retorted. "I offered you a place by my side, but you abandoned me the moment you heard Barbie was going to the Real World!"

"Well maybe if you taught me how to do better flips, we wouldn't be here right now!" He pushed you back.

"That's crap and you know it. I taught you every flip in the book! Am I to blame for you not retaining it-?!!" You moved aside as he attempted to hit you with a foam sword some other Ken tossed his way, quickly disarming him. "Look, I know you're sick of living in the shadows. Trust me, I've been that way all my life-"

"Which is why I thought creating Kendom Land would make you happy!! You could've had so much power, a new suit, and recognition!! But you still chose the Barbies..and they convinced you I was the enemy-!!"

"They didn't convince me, Ken. You did that yourself."

For a moment, Ken stood frozen in shock, taking in your words for a moment or two. He didn't expect for you to say them so...coldly.

He clenched his fists, trying his hardest to contain his anger. But even you could see it was gradually fizzling out as he observed all the fighting surrounding you two.

"I never wanted it to be like this...I just wanted her to see me..." He murmured, eyes now cast down to the sand.

You shook your head. "You still don't get it. No amount of backflips or cars or cool clothes will get her to like you."

"....I thought superheroes were supposed to be uplifting and inspirational...and I definitely don't feel uplifted or inspired right now." Ken glared back up at you, eyes glossy with painful emotions.

"Not always. There comes a time where we have to unveil the truth...even if it hurts both sides." You huffed, relaxing your shoulders. "You can stop this. All of this can end right now."

"....can it really?"

Your heart sunk a bit at how lost he sounded. It's obvious that he wasn't fit to be this great and powerful leader the other Kens believed him to be after he brought great "manly wisdom" back from the Real World.

He thought he'd feel better.

But if anything, he only created more problems, and he didn't know how to cope.

He didn't wanna be the villain of this story...and neither did you.

"Of course it can." Smiling behind your mask, you extended your hand out. "The only one stopping you is...well..you. At the end of the day, you're still my friend. And together we can restore this wonderful beach. So...whatdya say, sidekick?"

He blinked a few times as he stared at you, almost considering taking your hand.

"Ken-Man, I-"

"I GOT HIM, SIR!!! I'LL UNMASK HIM!!"

Out of nowhere, you were tackled from behind by a random Ken, although you wasted no time in flipping him over your shoulder and slamming him to the ground.

"Way to ruin the moment, Ken.." You sneered, kicking him down before glancing up to see that Beach Ken had ditched you, having his sights set on Tourist Ken from across the way.

AKA the one who "stole" his Barbie when all the Kens were playing guitar at their girlfriends last night.

'Well...can't say I didn't try to talk some sense into him..' You watched as he fought his way to him with noogies and his "hotness", before you decided to flee back into town, breaking up a few fights between Kens along the way.

This wasn't your war to finish.

It was Ken's.

But you're certain you did the right thing.

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