Ken's NSFW Alphabet
Reader: gender neutral
/NSFW Ken x Reader/
A/N: You know what? I ALWAYS wanted to make one of these... I literally have no excuse for it I just need him carnally ok pls don't judge me
NSFW Alphabet originally found here.
Warnings: this Ken has genitals lol, top!Ken, lots of sex talk, no images just text, very explicit!
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
I think Ken would be a very caring lover, making sure you had everything you needed and that includes aftercare! He would draw a trail of kisses down your body to your legs, massaging them while asking if you're ok, then would take you in his arms and keep you there for all the time you needed. Ken would even clean you up if necessary, joining you in a nice shower, combing your hair... Yeah, he's the KING of aftercare!
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
I think Ken really like his arms, they're amazing to show off his muscles and strength and even better for carrying you around!
And his favorite part about you is definitely your beautiful face! But most especially, your lips. Ken loves when you kiss him all over his body, it never fails to make him shiver.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically...)
Well, because he's a doll, I don't believe there would be a risk of diseases or pregnancy (particularly if you live in Barbieland/are a doll as well) so… yeah he would cum inside you pretty much every time. The feeling of you around him while he cums is intoxicating enough, but he would make exceptions for when you asked him to cum over your face… that vision was also fantastic.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Ken has a very big fantasy of fucking you while he wears his mink, or seeing you suck him off while he wears it… anyway, he wants to wear the mink!! But he feels a little silly about it…
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Before you, I don't think he had any experience, really. He knew about sex from the media he consumed (he even read a few books on it, out of curiosity) but sex was not really a priority especially in Barbieland. That is until he visited the Real World and you showed up...
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)
Cowgirl/boy. Ken loves to have you on top, seeing you bounce on top of him while he grabs your waist is SUCH a turn-on. And that way you also could control the pace... yeah, he adores it.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
It depends... are you making love after a whole day spent together? Yeah, he could be goofy, wanting to see you laugh at every opportunity he can. But are you fucking after spending the day apart, needy and desperate? No time for joking around.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He's a doll so I'm pretty sure he's just shaved down there... nothing really to be worried about!
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)
Ken is so needy... so needy he would embrace you during the whole thing if he could. He's the type of guy who says "I love you" during sex, and he's ok with it! As long as you say it back... and you always say it back.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Masturbating was not really a thing dolls did, but he would do it occasionally out of curiosity. And after you came around, he couldn't help himself a few times... humping a pillow before sleep and dreaming about your body. Yeah, he masturbated quite a lot then, thinking about you.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
PRAISE KINK this one's obvious… the guy could nut only from being praised if you took the time to do it. If you praise him during sex while looking him in the eyes, oh… his cock immediately twitches in anticipation. It's adorable, actually.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Because he's very jealous and protective of you, he only does it inside of your house (or his mojo dojo casa house) somewhere no one can see you, so yeah… not very adventurous in that aspect.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Besides the praise, just... being your boyfriend. Matching clothes with you, holding your hand... kissing you immediately turns him on, and being called names like "baby", "love", "blondie" makes him go wild. He just loves the attention and of course, loves when you're turned on as well.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
I don't think Ken would enjoy rougher sex... don't get me wrong, he can definitely pick up a fast pace from time to time, but... ROUGH as in, slapping you, calling you names... nuh-uh, he don't likey. He hates the possibility of hurting you in any way.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Ken honestly doesn't have a preference. He loooves eating you out/sucking you off and the praise that comes with it, making sure you finish so he can taste you. But oh, there's something just as endearing in the wet sounds you make while sucking him, the feeling of your lips tightly around his dick... oof! He loves both ways!
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
At the very first time you had sex I think Ken would be slow and not really in rhythm, so overwhelmed by the sensation of being with you… So you'd have to take control and guide him. He would eventually get the hang of it, and the more confident he became, the faster he went.
So yeah, when he's feeling sentimental he goes slow, taking his time with you. But if he's feeling confident, he likes to show off and fuck you raw.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He's pretty neutral about quickies, I mean... Ken likes taking his sweet time with you, but if you're both feeling naughty and there's not really much time, he would definitely go for it!
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Hmm, I would say he's not really into taking risks. Ken probably waits for you to suggest something before he suggests it himself. He doesn't want to scare you off or anything like that.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)
Baby, he's a DOLL... He can go as many times as you desire! LOL But oh, on the first few times you had sex, he didn't last very long... he was too overwhelmed but soon he felt better! Now he lasts a reaaally long time.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Not sure if there are sex toys in Barbieland, but if yes, sure! He would definitely have a vibrator to use on you. Anything that helps you cum is a treasured tool for him, because getting you to cum is his top priority during sex!
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Besides lasting for an absurd amount of time, he loooves to tease as well. Kissing and softly biting on your skin before slowly going down on you, looking up at you with puppy eyes while humming and moving his tongue around your sex... yeah, he's a tease.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Fuck, Ken's loud. He learned to tone it down a bit by muffling his sounds with his hand, but he continues to be a loud moaner. He whines and groans a lot, too... calling your name while being super vocal. "Oh, my... yes. Yes, (Y/N). Please don't stop, ah..."
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Ken still gets emotional every time you make love, holding your face while kissing you deeply, your bodies moving in tandem feeling so good he could cry. He probably did cry the first time, but now he holds back trying to not seem too sappy.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants.)
I MEAN... hear me out. I think he's pretty damn hot, like... maybe around 7 inches? And like, girthy as well LOL He's a dooooll he has to have a pretty perfect dick, right??? (don't look at me)
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Again, not really high before you came around. Now he thinks about sex all the time, looking for excuses to be alone with you and get his hands all over your body.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Ken would make sure you were fine (and had finished), do some aftercare if needed and then he would fall asleep rather quickly, rolling over into a little spoon so you could hold him. In your arms, he feels safe and sound.
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Innata Malevolentia - Part One
Summary: there is something unsettling about Ettore that she can't quite put her finger on, and perhaps something deeper and more sinister about her check-ups with Dibs | Word Count: 3.2k ~ | warnings below the cut!
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warnings: mentions of past non-con crimes (but vague), masturbation (f), intimate examinations, Ettore being creepy
Why do they put windows in here?
That's the constant thought that rattles around her brain, demanding an answer, but unable to find one.
She stands, by herself, arms crossed and neck craned to look up at the skylight. A box of light and cosmic colour, carved into the pitch black darkness, bathing her face in a cool, extraterrestrial glow.
It doesn't feel warm, like the sun would.
In fact it's freezing, like being dunked under a cold shower. Like that feeling when you're just about to fall from an extreme height, but your feet stay planted, arms stretched out for balance, but your weight wants to pull you down without the real force to do it.
Heart going fast, breath burning in your lungs and blood pumping around your body at such speed, it makes you feel weightless.
That's how looking at the stars and the endless abyss of the universe makes her feel.
Uneasy.
Getting closer but also further away at the same time.
If she looks at it too long she feels a bit sick, like the loops on a rollercoaster, her stomach feeling airborne for a moment.
The air conditioning nips at her arms, every little hair standing right on end. They don't even have the decency in this hellish place to pretend it's a warm, safe place to be.
How safe is she, surrounded by the most dangerous criminals, all free to roam the ship at their leisure?
Criminals including her.
There are a few people she knows she should be afraid of, and a few who are largely harmless until pushed that little bit too far, but they all have their tells.
Only Dibs has access to their records.
Only she knows what they've all done to deserve being here.
That smug-faced, cocky witch, knows everything, and says nothing about it, but carries herself as if she is any better herself. Her chin tilted up, putting on her professional facade that everyone seems to have seen through already.
The look, as if she was judging them.
But she was sick of being judged. Many had already judged her before, and doomed her to a lifetime of imprisonment because of it.
They're all monsters here.
Convicted to die on this ship, years away from Earth, from all she knows.
Not like it assisted her in any way, being on Earth. Her life had been riddled with constant failures at different points in her life, some her fault, some not.
But that's life, she muses constantly, to try and apply some reason to her existence.
Here, there's a level of freedom. No chains or bars on her cells at least. No guards to shout in her face or threaten with batons.
And yet, that feeling of being confined to a room is eclipsed by the feeling of being confined by nothingness.
She often wondered, what were her family doing right now? The little family she had left.
What was anyone back on Earth doing right now?
Had much changed?
She knew she only thought of these things because of how uneventful the ship always was. A routine set in stone, like commandments.
Wake up. Eat. Exercise. Eat. Whatever duty they were assigned. Eat. Shower. Sleep.
A monotonous, tiresome regime.
Designed to make life here as dull and boring as possible.
She's not stupid. She knows some of the crimes worthy of a death sentence.
Murder. Rape. In some cases, fraud. Which, in the same breath, seemed so tame, it could hardly be compared.
But she guessed most of them were here for murder.
It was too dangerous to think they were here for anything else. She didn't want the idea anywhere near her.
People like Monte, Tchemy, Mink. She could see those kind of people just snapping. Doing something they would later regret for the rest of their lives, and are currently paying the punishment for.
Boyse, Dibs and Nansen seemed different.
If they did murder, it would have been planned in a moment of madness.
But these were all just guesses.
One she couldn't guess for the life of her, was him.
Ettore.
An all-round weird guy. There was no other word she could think of to describe him.
Perhaps, unsettling?
In such small proximity, she sees him mostly everyday. And everytime she does, a chill prickles at her skin as she feels his eyes on her.. When she dares to look back at him, to see if he will look away, embarrassed at being caught, the pit in her stomach gets heavier when she sees he doesn't.
His blue eyes unapologetically stuck on hers, before wanding in a waving pattern all over her body, pausing at the places she might expect a man to.
His gaze would linger, but he never would.
He was like a whisper. Gone before you could even hear him approach.
In a way, that's what scared her the most. That she might be walking anywhere, in the supposed 'safety' of the artificial day or the darkness of the evening, and he might be following.
Silently.
And watching alongside it.
For what? She wasn't sure.
Was he trying to map out her movements, trying to find a set routine in her everyday life? To find ways of getting her alone to do god knows what?
Based on what she assumed about him, she made sure she was never truly by herself. Never vulnerable.
He looked like the kind to prey on vulnerability.
And therefore, women.
As he perceived them weaker, smaller, less able than him.
Not able to fight him off. Even if they tried.
Out of all the women, Mink was the easiest to talk to. To cling to.
She wasn’t even really sure how they filled their time. For what could they even talk about? Nobody wanted to talk about their crimes, or their life back on Earth. A life where everything seemed easier. Where one day they’d be told that today was their last day, and justice would be coming for them the next.
Death seemed a mercy compared to this.
Mid-spoonful of an undoubtedly terrible meal in the mess hall, Mink winces, one hand at her lower stomach.
“Period?” she asks.
Mink scoffs, shoving whatever beige looking meaty substance into her mouth, trying to act as if the pain didn’t bother her. But she just shakes her head, “I wish. Dibs’ latest checkup wasn’t the nicest”
Everything seemed to circle back to that old hag, who had shouldered control over the ship like some kind of cosmic dictator after the official captain, Chandra, died. Though she is no better than any of them, she certainly pretends to be, assuming herself to be the next kind of authority, when really, if everyone was smart enough to band together, each of them could easily do away with her.
But she was the only doctor.
And that was precious.
But why Dibs feels the need to inspect each of the women so intimately, on such a regular basis, makes a chill rattle through her body. The idea that Dibs has some kind of idea, some agenda, but isn’t telling them, is as terrifying as the endless darkness to some degree.
“What did she want this time?” she asks, pushing the inedible sludge around her plate. Though hungry, she feels little desire to actually eat anything.
Mink shrugs, “The usual I suspect. Just ‘checking on our normal bodily functions’” she replies as if quoting from the woman herself, scoffing like she doesn’t believe a word of that nonsense.
“I think she’s doing something fucking weird to us” Mink muses.
Curiosity nips at her ears as she raises her head to her fellow inmate, “Like what?”
Mink scans her periphery, checking if any of the other inmates are listening, too preoccupied with their own meals to care.
“I felt her put something inside me”
A chill settles at the back of her neck, where all her baby hairs stand on end.
Mink continues, “Boyse got a good look at what was going on. Says she thinks Dibs is trying to get us pregnant, for her psycho experiments”
Her eyes scan the table, as if trying to find answers where there are none, “She can’t do that, surely-”
“Oh yeah and who’s gonna stick up for us?” Mink interrupts, her face flat, expression cold. What she says is so unapologetically laced with the truth, but does little to take the prodding sting of panic from her.
“The people on Earth?” Mink scoffs, shoving yet another mouthful of food past her lips, “we are literally the worst of the worst. We waived the right to defense a long time ago”
Again. It’s true.
But it still does nothing to quell her nerves.
“All we have is ourselves” she adds, “and sometimes I don’t know if we can even trust that”
Having had enough, Mink leaves, carrying her tray back.
A kind of aching dread settles in the back of her mind.
For what reason would Dibs want any of them to get pregnant?
This was no place for a child, and certainly not equipped to deal with childbirth. And on top of that, who the fuck does Dibs think she is?
If she’s trying to get the women pregnant, surely, she must be getting the sperm from somewhere.
Monte was very vocal and proud of the fact he would never even touch another woman. For some inexplicable reason.
Maybe Dibs was forcing the men to do it. As she was the women and the examinations.
When her eyes scan the room, she sees him in her periphery first, his eyes like when you shine a torch in the darkness and see those two blinking amber orbs, staring right back at you. Unmoving. Like they are watching you in still and silence, as you are doing the same to them.
Even though she looks away as soon as they lock eyes, taken completely off guard that he had been staring in her direction to begin with, she still feels the way her skin prickles, feeling as if lots of gentle needles are prodding at the surface of her flesh, but not pressing hard enough to puncture.
It is like trying to hide, knowing there is nowhere to hide. Like wanting to disappear, in a place where there is only this harsh, blue light.
As she stares at her plate, the handle of her fork slovenly sliding into the beige mush, making her want to gag, she still feels it. The intensity of his gaze.
Nothing about it is warm.
He doesn’t even break as he spoons more food into his mouth, as if on auto-pilot, and completely infatuated. Like when you watch a movie and feel like you can’t blink, otherwise you’ll miss something.
It’s as if darkness seeps out of him, like a disease or a virus, flooding every inch of clear air he invades, swallowing the oxygen in the room. She often wonders about him, curiously.
How such a person, a mere man, can have that kind of effect.
Her watch beeps. Dibs wants her again.
But at least it's an excuse to leave.
And yet, she feels the intensity of his stare burning the back of her head as she does.
"Deep breath for me"
As if taking a deep breath will take away the sting of shoving that metal speculum inside her, lube or not.
She winces slightly at the discomfort, her hands forming fists where they're laying on her stomach. Staring up at the ceiling, she tries to loosen the muscles that are so tense and tight, she imagines it's not doing her any favours.
"Oh stop. It isn't that bad" Dibs says. She talks to her as if she's speaking to a child, presenting with a scraped knee, complaining that they're afraid the leg might fall off.
It only makes her want to punch her square in the face.
"What's the point of this again?" She asks, annoyance colouring her tone.
Dibs sighs, clamping the instrument open inside her, stretching her in a new place that feels like a dull ache.
"I am checking your reproductive health"
She could almost laugh at the vague response.
"So what? We can be your guinea pigs for your fertility experiments?" She adds, scoffing as she feels a swab poke at her cervix.
Dibs doesn't even have the decency to really deny it.
"I am devoted to reproduction" she explains, "the human body is an extraordinary thing. It can withstand an incredible amount of stress"
Ah, so that's why.
She wants to see if a baby can survive in these conditions.
She can't help but think that's just a bit sick.
"You are scum. All of you. This may give you some purpose in life, if you let it"
She laughs through her nose at that.
"And what does that make you?" She says, "playing god with dangerous criminals, being no better yourself"
"I did not say I was better" Dibs argues, still between her legs, with a light illuminating her work.
"And yet you feel like it's completely justified to try and get us pregnant against our will" she replies, shaking her head slightly, "you're no better than us. You're worse"
"Keep saying it and it does not change anything" Dibs sits up, reaching over to grab a clear tub. She doesn't see exactly what it is, but has an idea when she feels another instrument at her most intimate areas, pushing something inside.
Mink wasn't lying.
She was trying to artificially inseminate them. With the other prisoner's sperm.
It almost made her gag a little.
"You are a fine specimen" Dibs says, pulling the instruments she'd used out to sterilise later, "there is no reason why you cannot become pregnant in my view"
She can't help but laugh, "my body obeys me. Won't happen"
But Dibs just laughs back.
"We will see about that" she muses, "get dressed"
There's only one saving grace from being here. Away from him.
The Box.
As terrible as it sounded, it was her haven in this horrendous place.
Nobody was more shocked when Dibs announced it.
"You are not permitted to fraternise with the other prisoners. You may use the on-site masturbatory aid, The Box, should you feel the desire"
It seemed a strange thing to her, to include such a thing on a ship. For people who barely deserved to live, they deserved to at least have the privacy to get themselves off?
It was very weird.
But she didn't complain. Beats touching yourself in a cell you share with two other people.
She was only grateful she didn't have the bunk bed.
The Box could generally have a few people waiting to use it. And whenever she saw a queue for it, she grimaced and turned away, like she never intended to use it in the first place.
She knew other people had their way in it, but for some reason seeing them lined up outside waiting to have a fiddle, made her recoil back into herself.
It was almost sad that people had to wait for the supposed enjoyable experience. And having to watch them wait their turn.
Tonight though, she simply entered The Box as Boyse came out, not sparing a glance at each other when they crossed.
Not because they didn't get on. But because it offered some sense of privacy, to not acknowledge what they were here for.
Without embarrassment.
Everyone had urges after all.
It had been so long since she'd been with anyone. A long time before they even left Earth, as they certainly didn't let them fraternise with anyone within their earthly prison. Male or female alike.
At the beginning, it took her a while to get into the groove of using the Box. But now it had become second nature.
Once the door was shut, she did her business, bringing herself to peak on her fingers. Not being able to find it within herself to use the phallus on the table. It was just too weird.
Luckily for her, time passed slowly at least when she pleasured herself. Pressing her lips together to prevent any sounds from coming out. Apart from the whiny, hurried breaths that spilled from her with her orgasm, rolling in waves numbly through her limbs.
Feeling her heartbeat through her bud and a pulsing in her blood, she pulls her sweatpants back over her hips, sighing and smoothing her hair down. Pressing the button to exit, there's a lull in her horrendous situation. A brief, fleeting moment where it's just her, her feet shuffling in front of one another, her body heavy with pleasure, but light at the same time.
That is until the creaking of metal, of footsteps making their way down the ladder, bounces off the walls.
The hallway suddenly seems so much narrower, darker, with his presence.
She doesn't quite realise when he's sat down or stood far away, but now, almost right before her, she's struck by his sheer size. How tall and broad he seems in comparison. It sends a nervous chill over her bare arms, the skin beneath the short sleeves rippling up with goosebumps.
She swallows as they briefly make eye contact.
In the time she's known of him, he emotes very little. But here, seeing the faint flush on her face from the efforts of her time in the Box, one side of his lips curl up almost unnoticeably. His arms swing barely as he walks past her, his arm brushing against her shoulder, like he intended to do it.
Just the faintest touch, seems to give him something.
But it only makes her feel ill.
She dare not imagine what he could be thinking. Plotting.
She hears him murmur something deeply, a breathy laugh accompanying it.
Pivoting on her foot, her eyes find him down the hallway, where she just was, at the entrance to the Box.
"What?"
Half in, half out, his face turns over his shoulder, a faint smirk on his features as he steps backwards into the chamber.
With his messy blonde hair, once overgrown and cut himself, striking blue eyes, he would be attractive. If she didn't know him.
"Fucking cocktease" he muses, "playing hard to get, are we?"
The blood that rushed to her face before, suddenly drains.
His voice is like the purr of a cat. Calculated. A whisper, but not at the same time.
It frightens her. In a way only a man can frighten a woman with his words.
She's about to open her mouth to retort when he says.
"It's alright, I like a little struggle"
When he disappears behind the door, her blood has a chill to it.
She thinks of returning to her cell. Thinks about the fact that, since Boyse lashed out on Dibs and tried to conjure up a makeshift douche one evening, the women had been reduced to being tied down by their wrists as they slept.
The men don't.
She knows sleep won't come to her that night.
That she'll be sat awake, her wrists tied at her sides, hoping and praying that Ettore isn't fucked up enough to pay her a visit in this vulnerable state.
Perhaps, by staying awake, he won't.
She watches the doorway, hearing the faint click of skin walking on the linoleum floor in slow, careful movements. Her heart goes fast, blood pumped with pure adrenaline.
She sees his form, lit by blue, lithe, broad and littered with wiry muscle. His eyes, glimmering at her, seeing she's awake. His lips as they quirk up at the sides, like he's amused by what he sees.
Even as he carries on, walking out of view, she knows…
…that it's only a matter of time, until he has the courage to not just watch her.
And that here, she cannot escape him.
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