ANYONE WANT ME TO WRITE FOR THE BARBIE MOVIE?? I LOVED IT SM

ANYONE WANT ME TO WRITE FOR THE BARBIE MOVIE?? I LOVED IT SM

I have an addiction to putting the most cold hearted, anti social, sociopaths into the cutest fluffiest scenarios

Scars

A/n: kissing Königs scars🤤

Pairing: König and Gn Reader (romantic, fluff)

“What’s this one from?” You whispered, 

Your lips pursed into a soft frown as you traced your fingers over the rough, leather like patch of skin, on his bare back.

The sunshine creeping through the window painted his scars in a soft golden light. 

The skin trailed down his pale back like a waterfall, ending at the small of his back, dipping into flesh like paint to a canvas.

König shivered beneath your soft touch, a soft red picking through the paint smeared across his masked face. 

He felt so open, so exposed, his body was open to you, and you handled him so gently like he was made of glass. The thought enough had his heart hiccuping in his chest, he only prayed you couldn’t hear the sound.

“They’re burn marks…” he muttered, silently cursing himself out on how soft that sounded, the way his voice wavered as you touched him.

His eyes widened as he felt your soft lips lean into him pressing a delicate peck against the twisted red that covered his skin. He felt his breath hitch at the feeling.

“Was that okay?”

You whispered unsure of whether he was comfortable with the action, based on the way his body tensed you had assumed he didn’t enjoy it. 

König shook his head softly with a nervous laugh that rang from the center of his chest. Your lips curved at his light reaction.

“No, it was fine, I’m just not used to this kind of attention…” he murmured quietly, waving vaguely at the situation.

“Well I think you should get used to it, because I don’t plan on stopping.” You replied, pressing a warm kiss to his shoulder.

König shuddered again at your touch.

He felt a smile of his own fight it’s way to his face. 

“I guess I will.”

He felt himself leaning into each lingering touch, his walls breaking slowly, wanted to let you in, he needed you.

HEHEHEHEGE

Bro this Hogwarts legacy game is crazy

Random König Headcannons

A/n: Guess whos been playing Cod, yeah I'm not sorry, also happy pride!!

Synopsis: Just some random headcannons I thought of, reader mentioned

Has let you attempt to paint his nails but couldn't keep the polish on because he chews his nails to much so he eventually just gave up on trying to have painted nails all together

He overthinks everything, every little interaction he has so to avoid this anxious feeling he keeps interactions short and sweet, which can make him seem cold in distant in contrast

Has such a guttural, breathy laugh, not many people have seen him laugh so consider yourself a lucky few, in public he want even chuckle but in private he's the loudest person in the room, his laugh bounces off the walls and fills the room

He's the type of person who slaps his knee or your back when he laughs

He's one of those people that's always warm, no matter where he is or what the temperature is he just radiates heat some how

Has rough, calloused skin. His skin feels like leather, almost every inch of his body is littered in scars

Is not very outward about his interests or beliefs in fear of being judged or cast away in some way so mostly keeps to himself, but if you have ask him personally how he feels about something he can feel a genuine smile creep up onto his face, though you can't see it because of his hood, he's grateful

Fidgets a lot when he's nervous, he's good at masking his emotions, he learned how to cover up stress as hes worked in the military, but physically he can't contain himself, he'll tap his foot, or scratch his arms until their red, but if you ever ask him about it he'll snap at you

Enjoys lazy mornings the most, when he wakes up first, and starts his day with a cup of coffee and no one to bother him

He enjoys hiking a lot and has invited you to join him on several occasions, something about being surrounded by the serenity of the lush green forest and gentle sway of the breeze calms him

Gonna post some Ghostface fluff after this

Can you do some heavy hurt comfort with Ryan Goslings! Ken and reader? Thanksss Love your writing!

A/n: Thanks Pooki. You asked and you shall receive, also sorry these requests are coming out slowly I've been busy with school and work. This could be before patriarchy Ken? I don't know where ever you feel it fits best

Summary: Kens perfectly happy living his best day everyday alongside you, but you can't seem to wonder what is would be like to really live.

Pairing: Gosling! Ken and Gender-neutral doll reader (a bit existential, talks of death and wanting to die not in a morbid way!)

“Hey!” 

Your head snapped around to the direction of familiar hearty, booming voice you had grown so used to, your flickering gaze didn’t wonder the vibrant stretch of houses for long, as they quickly snapped to giddy blonde man,

failing out stretched his arm excitedly, eagerly approaching the small gate of your white picket fence.

Flicking the latch and clumsily shutting the gate behind him, the frail wood bouncing with the harsh slam.

His dimples pushed back by the curves of his mouth, pearly rows of teeth gleaming under the sparking sun, golden strands of hair pushed back against his sun kissed skin, 

Ken.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere! What have you been doing all day?”

He huffed with a grin, squatting down beside you on the soft green carpeting the quiet earth. 

You turned your head slightly, glancing at him, your eyes soft as you looked over the wavering green plants, that shook so softly in the gentle wind, dew dripping, dipping the delicate leaves down.

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer, your attention solely fixated on the garden before you. 

Ken's pale eyes remained on you, as you mindlessly watched over the pocket of green. His brow arched, his eyes narrowing at the swaddle of plants.

“How come you spend so much time looking at these things?” 

The breeze caressing your face, a sigh slipping from your mouth, shoulders slumping down at the question.

“I don’t know.” you muttered, voice strained in a hushed whisper, dying out in the draft.

Ken's face twisted into one of discontentment upon hearing your  reply, wrapping a firm arm around your wilted frame.

Ken wasn’t quite sure what to do, you weren’t usually like this.

“You seem off today?” 

He said as you tucked your head beneath his jaw, a heavy sigh escaping your throat.

“Do you ever wish you could be a plant?”

Ken let out a heart chuckle, but seeing your face fall, a blush biting at your soft skin he coughed, clearing his throat. 

“What do you mean?” his voice held a sentimental tone you had never heard from him.

“I don’t know.” there was a pregnant pause before you spoke again.

“Alive.” you mumbled anxiously fiddling with your clothes. 

Ken's brows furrowed.

“Aive? We are alive, aren’t we?”

“Not in the same way.” your voice held a longing to it, your gaze fixated on the plants as if waiting for something. 

“They have beginnings, they grow, blossom, they watch the seasons pass by, they wither.” 

You stopped yourself for a moment as if something in you froze and Ken couldn’t help but watch you intently.  

“They die.”

Time pulled the silence between you, stretching it further and further out, until reality came snapping back, hitting Ken square in the face. His chest filled with a sensation he couldn’t understand. An unwavering sense of fear.

“Do you want that?”

He breathed holding his breath as he waited for your response.

“Maybe. Someday.” 

Your eyes wander to the cloudless blue sky. There was a silence filling the air with uneasiness before Ken spoke again. 

“Well, when that day comes, I’ll lay down beside you.”

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I was listening to Mitski when I wrote this, send more Ken requests!