#rg! ken x reader

[skxllz]

𝒫𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓣𝓸 𝓜𝔂 𝓡𝓮𝓭

ken x male! reader

{ song; hey lover, the daughters of eve }

summary; ken discovers y/n's soft side after an argument.

warnings; sad ken, mentions of a panic attack. upset/angered reader, says things he doesn't mean. some angst but fluff at the end!! I think that's all? :'')

side note; I'm still new to writing for ken so I apologize if I haven't fully grasped his personality yet. leave feedback in the comments/reblogs! not proofread.

date started; 11.11.23

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“ y/n! please, talk to me! ” ken insisted for the umpteenth time throughout a span of fifteen minutes.

see, he's been pining after you like a puppy dog since you've woken up. the blonde resides in your house - and even though you've made it clear you're not interested in him that's a lie, he continues to bother you as if the pair of you are dating. from what you've heard, he used to be obsessed with barbie - and yes, you're aware of his situation of being a doll and coming from barbieland and all that complicated shit.

but, what you don't understand, is how he managed to find an interest in you. not only were the two of you complete opposites, but aren't dolls supposed to stick to their counterparts? barbie is his counterpart, isn't she? plus... do dolls even know about different sexualities, or is this one of those situations where labels aren't a thing?

well, no matter what the hell is happening, you just weren't bothered for it. ken was annoying you, actually making you regret taking the blonde in. again, a lie.

you just wished you could think. with him around, it was impossible to. work has been stressing you out, family troubles had arisen- you just didn't want the responsibility of a doll who was now in the real world as a fully grown man. did he even fucking age? probably not.

“ ken! ” you whirled around finally, stopping the male in his tracks from yapping your ear off again and again with the same choice of words. please talk to me, y/n! you were tired of it. “ please, for fucks sake, stop! ”

ken's worried expression turned down. his lips fell into a puppy-fied frown; his usual happy, sparkling blue eyes now reflecting... a broken sense of hope. “ what? ” he spoke quietly, voice cracking.

no, did he mess up..? was this... was this barbie, all over again?

surely not! y/n wasn't like that. he was always quiet; and even when he seemed moody, he was nice to ken! y/n didn't mind his presence, nor his quirky attitude, nor the fact that he could only ask questions and tell him how he was so good at beach!

... right?

“ ken, ” you took a deep inhale through your nose, closing your eyes to try and calm your growing irritation. once the irritating arose, so did the anger. and when you got angry- “ please. just... quit. I need some time to myself. ” your eyes opened back up, to show irises that held nothing but seriousness. “ do you understand? ”

“ but... y/n. ” ken breathed, quickly grabbing the hand that had lifted to make a knowing gesture - only to bring it to his chest with a big smile now lighting up his face! “ I'm here for you! I love you! please, let me he- ”

“ fucking- no! ” you snatched your hand away, only to probe a finger to his broad chest, which was displayed since the man never buttoned his shirts. “ I told you, again and again, that I need space right now. ”

he looked devastated, backing away - but you only moved closing, poking his chest with a rough touch and startling him. “ y/n- ” ken's voice came out in a whimper, but you cut him off again.

“ you're pissing me off. ” you growled, Corning him into the wall. the anger in your blaming eyes shone through, scaring the blonde that was already trembling. he had never experienced such... an emotion. sure, he's gotten mad at ken in the past, but ken's never seen it get this bad! the way y/n was staring him down, brows furrowed to the center between his eyes, teeth gritted- it made men's body react in a way that he didn't want if to.

why was he shaking?

you surely didn't notice, too caught up in the fuel of your raging emotions. “ you've been annoying the fuck out of me, ” you smacked his chest. he jumped. “ constantly down my throat! with, ‘ oh, y/n, what's wrong? please talk to me’ - well guess what?! I don't want to talk! ”

your breathing had become harsher, leaving your nostrils to flare. ken didn't know how to respond; his mouth was dropped ajar, shock and hurt evident in his face. “ I'm tired, ken. ” you rasped, your voice strained. “ of the constant whining, and your questions, and the god damn fact that I can't have any time to myself. you're always around! ”

ken's mouth closed, and he thickly swallowed. what were these things he was feeling? he's felt some... hurt with barbie before, but never this strong. it's like there is a dull throb in his chest, and it hurt more and more with each harsh word y/n said. ken didn't like it, mot one bit.

and now.. water was sliding down his cheeks? these are what barbie referred to as tears, right?

why were tears coming out of his eyes?

that's when he noticed he wasn't listening any longer, either. your shouting filtered out, blending in with the background noise of the whirring fan and television lowly playing. why couldn't he hear?

why was his... breathing picking up?

and- his stomach. It hurt. like knots, or something, was in his abdomen. it made him grab at his torso, forearms pressing tightly.

that's when you slowly calmed down, your breathing becoming regulated. you had turned away from him in the time you were yelling - not because you couldn't stan's to look at his pretty face, but because... that expression he wore.. it made you feel bad.

why'd he look like such a kicked animal? you hated it - the fact that he had you wrapped around his stupid finger. the fact that you knew, deep down, you had fallen for ken just as he had you.

that's exactly why you didn't want to be near him. It hurt, to know you were gaining feelings for another person. after your ex, you didn't want another relationship - not so soon, or... at all. the pain just wasn't worth it.

but, ken? he was an absolute babydoll. his blue eyes lighting up everytime he spoke about the beach, and the other ken's he got along with, and everything he's learned in the real world - including things about horses! he loves horses...

your brows curved down and you swallowed the ball that was arising in your throat. you couldn't... you had to apologize to him. you didn't mean anything you said.

and, as you slowly turn around, you realized that the sound of a sob caught your attention. your ears perked and you straightened, facing the bolonde.

ken had slid down against the wall, now on the floor, face in his hands as he cried. he kept furiously wiping at his eyes, trying to stop the tears - but as you could see, they wouldn't.

a frown immediately overtook your face, as did the look of regret and guilt.

“ ken... ” you mumbled, feeling horrible. what had you done?

you glanced away, sighing to yourself. then, cursing under your breath, you decided to finally out away your pride - you needed to help him. comfort him. and so, you closed the small distance between you two and kneeled.

“ ken- ” your voice, for the first time since ken had met you, was as soft as melted butter. in any other situation he'd be quick to look at you- because y/n, sounding as silky smooth as that? It couldn't be. but alas, he did not raise his head.

the sobs continued. his shoulders shook, his body trembled. you had really hurt the man, and it was setting in just how dire the situation was. ken has never experienced such a pain...

“ ken, sweetheart. ” you called once again, this time reaching forward to take ahold of his finger tips. he tried to jerk away, a reasonable reaction, but you wouldn't let him; sliding your fingers forcefully around the front of his own to pull them back from his face.

“ don't look at me! ” he cried out, squeezing his eyes shut and whipping his head away. his eyes were raw, red around the outside... his cheeks were tear-stained and his smile lines were biting through, making his frown that much more noticeable.

it was breaking your heart to see him like this.

ever so gently, you moved one hand away from his own to lift it to his face. your fingertips met the corner of his jawline, only to slide under; cascading to cradle the underside of his jaw and lift his head. “ ken. ” your voice was still soft, but held a sternness to it. “ ken, can you look at me? please? ”

ken had stopped sobbing by now, but the tears were still rolling. he was sniffling, hiccuping; trying to stop himself from looking so pathetic. It definitely wasn't manly to cry - and he didn't like that. why couldn't he stop crying?

the ache in his chest, it just hurt so much.

“ baby, ” that caught his attention, as he sniffled again, “ look at me. ”

for a moment, he didn't listen, and you thought perhaps he was being stubborn - which was valid -, but slowly he began to lift his eyes to meet your own.

his bright, baby blues were glossed over; sadness in them. tears kissed his lashes, making them stick together. he looked... pretty. but you still didn't want yo see him cry.

ken deserved to smile, and laugh - and you enjoyed seeing the corners of his eyes crinkle up when he grinned. his orbs always sparkled, radiating the best glow-y energy... but as of right now, they didn't. heartbreak just settled within them.

your frown deepened, thinking over what exactly you had said... It was some pretty fucked up shit. If it were you, you definitely wouldn't have wanted to hear it. the only difference is that you can take such words with a hard stare, not easily letting things like that effect you - but ken? his heart was as sift as a teddy bear. It's no surprise he ended up in a pile on the floor.

“ ken- ” your thumb stroked the side of his jaw. since he was calming down, he took notice - and he happened to like it. “ I'm sorry, for what I said.. ” your voice was no more than a whisper. you didn't want to startle him even more.

and, somehow, he took notice of that. ken was not the brightest, you knew that and so did everyone around him- he was the natural stereotype of a blonde. but, by the way he glanced down at your thumb while you moved it in slow circles, you knew that he knew you were trying.

“ I... ” you sighed, shoulders slumping “ I didn't mean any of it. I'm just frustrated, and overwhelmed. ”

ken was quiet, so you kept speaking. at least... the tears stopped. “ I know it isn't an excuse to yell at you, ” your eyes momentarily flickered down to his pouting lips. he didn't notice, so you quickly looked back to his eyes before he could. “ but I did. and I'm apologizing, because you didn't deserve that. any of it. you're a sweetheart - the sweetest guy I know. ”

“ I am? ” ken's voice finally rang out, coming out raspy and raw from crying. you winced from that, a pang of guilt taking over your chest... nonetheless, you nodded.

“ yes, ” he was looking up at you, eyes big and doe eyed as you spoke. you could feel a big, melty feeling in your chest. It was warm. “ you are. the sweetest, honey. ”

now that he was more focused, ken actually acknowledged the pet names you were using. his lips parted slightly and his brows raised curiously. did he hear you right?

you were no dummy, instantly taking notice. It made you grin, just the tiniest bit. “ I don't actually find you annoying. ” your fingers moved, gently scratching on the other side of his jaw.

ken's face was slowly lighting back up. the attention he was receiving was the kind he's always wanted. his heart, now moving faster like it always did when you were near, felt as if it was doing flips and turns and downright juggling.

shouldn't he be mad, though? you had hurt him.

but... you said you were sorry. you're giving him attention, and calling him sweet names, and even specifying the apology. that should be more than enough, shouldn't it?

but dear god, he wanted more.

you had been speaking the whole time, but of course the poor man zoned out; too busy focusing on your lips, and pretty hair, and gorgeous eyes, and tge way your mouth moved, looking oh so kissable-

“ y/n? ” ken spoke out before he could even comprehend it himself. you paused, looking at him expectantly- and a smile melted onto your lips.

“ yes, dear ken? ” you hummed, rubbing the pad of your thumb over the lining of his jaw. his eyes fluttered at that, nearly making you laugh.

“ can you.. ” he was breathless. “ can I... kiss you? ”

the movement of your thumb paused. your eyes zeroed in on his lips, then flickered back to his baby blues. he noticed, yet said nothing; choosing to let out a hopeful breath.

“ ... hm. ” you hummed, pretending to ponder. teasing was in your element, and often you'd do it to people yoy fancy- never to ken before, but.. he was an exception now, wasn't he? “ you want to kiss me? ”

“ yes. ” the blonde whimpered, eyes dancing across your face in impatience. “ please. ”

“ why should I let you? ” a twitch of a grin raised your lips, the corners if your mouth threatening to break out a full blown smile.

ken frowned at that. immediately, he thought this was more rejection- of course it would be. why would you suddenly want hi-

but you didn't let him think negatively. not anymore.

leaning forward, you pressed a soft, meaningful kiss to ken's lips.

ken was left... speechless. his eyes widened, and his cheeks turned rosey. why did he feel hot? warm? warm and hot? his body was tingly and on fire.

chuckling, you parted your lips from his, amusement shining in your orbs. “ you okay there, cowboy? ”

“ perfect. ” he breathed, staring ahead with sparkles in his eyes. literal sparkles.

you would've thought broke him if it weren't for his eyes flickering back into you, seconds later. his chest fell quickly in a large exhale of excitement. “ can you do that again? ”

you grinned.

“ of course... come here, blondie. ”

[ken-dom]

Ken’s First Orgasm

Ken x reader

1.1k words

Summary: Since Ken entered the real world, he’s been experiencing some… feelings (AKA a good orgasm might calm him down)

Author’s Notes: It’s smutty, it’s tongue-in-cheek, it’s a little bit silly… just take it for what it is, enjoy the Kenergy and have fun 🩷

This was my first Ken fic, originally posted to my main blog under the title 'Ken's First Time.' Due to a tagging issue on my main, I'm reposting my works here to have everything in one place.

Warnings/content: NSFW, 18+, first kiss, first orgasm, making out, dry humping, hand job, gn!reader, Ken’s self doubt and nerves (and crying)

‘I’ve been getting these… urges, like, there’s something stirring deep inside me that I can’t seem to tame,’ Ken uttered huskily, fingers toying with the hair by your ear. ‘I think it might be because I’m craving… this.’

Biting his lip, he stared deep into your eyes, the heat of his gaze dropping down to your lips before slowly leaning in.

When you followed his lead, breath quickening as you tilted your head, he faltered, pulling back with a quiet growl and balling his fists in frustration.

He had hung on your every word all day, never taking his eyes off you for a single moment. And you’d noticed the way he lit up every time you looked at him… but now, you began to wonder if you’d done something to put him off.

‘Ken?’ you breathed carefully.

‘I- I’ve never…’ he hesitated.

Oh. That’s all it was. You dipped your head to meet his sparkling eyes again.

‘You’ve never kissed anyone?’ you asked gently, lifting your palm to rest softly against his handsome cheek.

Ken cleared his throat and forced a smile. ‘I’ve tried. Lots of times.’ He lifted his chin with mock confidence, as though trying to kiss was some sort of proud accomplishment. ‘You know how it can be.’

‘It’s alright,’ you soothed, rubbing your thumb soothingly over his cheekbone. Your mind raced with what else he probably hadn’t done either, the thought causing heat to pool at your core. ‘We’ll take it at your pace.’

The silky tone of your voice and the comfort of your words made him feel… dizzy? He blinked his gaze away, blushing. Feeling it again. That pull of something deep in his gut that made him want to submit himself to… whatever it was his body was craving so much. Damn it, he really needed to just get over it and kiss you.

You smiled warmly, leaning in again with pause enough to allow him time to decide. To your delight, he pressed forward, lips crashing soft and wet against yours, and as you parted your lips to encourage his tongue, he moaned loudly into your mouth while his fingertips drove hard into the flesh at your waist.

Lost in the intensity of the moment, it was suddenly hard to remember to breathe, his needy whines and desperate grabbing clouding your thoughts, causing your legs to tremble, but eventually you pulled away, panting.

‘Wow, Ken… that was-’

‘Terrible! I mean, you… you were great. I had no idea what I was doing. I'm not made for kissing, I’m only good at Beach.’ He shook his head, frustrated. ‘I shouldn’t have- mmh!… mmm…’

You shut him up instantly, diving back for more and inadvertently pushing him to lay back on the bed. You straddled him naturally, conscious thought still lost in the haze of excitement.

‘You- you liked it?’ he breathed huskily as you pulled up to get a look at how pretty he was, breathless with anticipation beneath you.

You nodded, humming in approval. ‘And it feels like you did too,’ you smirked, grinding down against his already aching erection.

The noise he made was unearthly, a growl and a whimper and a groan and a desperate exhale all at once. The pressure he had been feeling there released ever so slightly with a small pearl of precum, affording him a moment of bliss between the aching neediness.

You stilled, worried you’d hurt him somehow, but his eyes widened revealing pupils dilated to the size of dinner plates, and you realised it had been a sound of pleasure, not pain.

‘What… was… THAT?’ he cried out breathlessly. ‘That felt incredible! Sublime! That’s it! That’s what I’ve been craving?! Do it again? Please-’

The last word tapered into a whine as you rolled your hips to grind against him again, and he flopped down onto the pillow, eyes rolling back with overwhelming sensations he couldn’t find the words for.

‘Ken?’ you asked softly, leaning down, ‘you’ve never had an orgasm before have you?’

He shook his head.

‘Do you want to?’

He couldn’t catch his breath and his reply came out as a husky whisper. ‘Will it feel like that again?’

‘Better,’ you grinned wickedly.

‘Oh fuck, yes,’ he mumbled, not even realising he’d sworn. ‘Please.’

You leaned in to kiss him again, igniting the flames inside him that had been roaring since the first time you held his hand. Ken moaned in anticipation, closing his eyes tightly, composing and preparing himself.

You rocked your hips only once more and he exploded, fists bunching the sheets while you continued to writhe against him, his back arching off the bed and tears prickling at his eyes as his orgasm tore through every fibre of his being.

It was like nothing else. How had he never so much as wondered what this would be like until he had entered the real world and discovered human feelings and thoughts… and needs.

His chest heaved as he came down from his high, lazily lifting an arm to rest over his forehead in complete surrender while he tried to claw his way back to the present, with you.

When he opened his eyes, he was met with you smiling down at him, nothing short of smug.

‘Was that- did I-?’ he stuttered.

‘You sure did,’ you panted, heart pounding and heat rushing down to keeping your own arousal simmering. God, he was a picture, mussed hair and pink cheeks and heavy eye lids.

‘Oh… oh, that was, it was-’

You chuckled, climbing off him to settle at his side, where he turned to face you.

‘Should I have… you know? Was there something I didn’t do? You didn’t…’

The concern in his eyes was endearing, but you laughed again and he relaxed. Another tear slid down his cheek as you caressed his arm tenderly.

‘Don’t worry, Ken, we have time for that. I get the feeling you’ll be great at… doing stuff. Besides, that wasn’t quite the whole thing. I’m glad it felt good, but there’s a lot more I can show you. If you want me to…’

Ken snorted a disbelieving laugh. ‘Well, good, because these urges I’ve been getting? I think they might have actually been for-’

‘Orgasms,’ you interrupted with a smirk. ‘Yeah, humans tend to get that a lot.’

‘I’m not surprised! How do you get through the day without doing that at regular intervals?’

You laughed, gently wiping the tears from his cheeks. ‘It will calm down when you’re a little more used to it. In the meantime… let’s make the most of your libido, yes?’

‘Absolutely,’ he agreed eagerly, as though the word libido meant anything at all to him. Nevertheless, he was as eager as anything for another round.

‘I’m going to start undressing you this time… if that’s alright?’ you muttered seductively, kissing at his collar bone while your fingers toyed with the buttons of his shirt.

‘Of course. You don’t have a body like mine for nothing. Well, I suppose it’s main purpose is for Beach, but-’

‘Ken?’

‘Yeah?’

You didn’t use any more words, and he suddenly lost all concept of his own thoughts when your hand slid inside his beach shorts.

‘How does this feel?’ you whispered as your fingers wrapped loosely around his thick length and pumped slowly, lightly. You didn’t want to overwhelm him too soon.

‘R-real- f-fucking- oh!- good, hnnng…’

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Hi! I saw you wanted some barbie prompts so I had a idea.

What if Ken meets someone in the real world and he instantly found them attractive, they end up complimenting him which makes him want them even more to where he forgets the whole patriarchy ordeal and just wants them to love him because they didn’t just ignore him.

💖 Meeting RG!Ken in the Real World 💖

(RG!Ken x Human!Reader)

💖 SO YOU DEFINITELY MEET THIS GUY WHILE HE’S IN DAVY CROCKETT MIDDLE SCHOOL’S LIBRARY. You’ve been working there a few months as a librarian and while it wasn’t exactly your passion it was something that filled your schedule and kept half-decent food on the kitchen table so you wouldn’t complain.

💖 “Hi! Would you point me in the direction of the Horses and Patriarchy section?” The cheerful voice made you look up from where you were hunched over at the painfully old computer- double checking that all of the due books had been checked in.

💖 “Excuse me?” You said, completely flabbergasted by both the words and looks of the man who stood opposite your desk. He was tall; with golden blonde hair and sun-kissed skin he would be strikingly handsome were it not for the ridiculous cowboy outfit he was donned in. (Who were you kidding? He was still ridiculously attractive even with the costume).

💖 “Would you point me in the direction of the Horses and Patriarchy section of this library” he repeated with another charming smile, leaning forwards to rest his chin in his hands.

💖 “That’s…” you started slowly, brows furrowed in a way that made his chest feel weird and tingly. “We don’t have a section for Horses and the Patriarchy.” You explained as gently as you could, eyeing around in hopes of finding the poor excuse for a security officer that usually took his lunch in here despite the obvious ‘no eating in the library’ signs posted around.

💖 The man’s handsome face wilted a bit and for a moment you felt a little guilty for not being able to indulge his ridiculous request. “Oh! Silly me- could you point me in the direction of the Horse Section first? I’ll go to the Patriarchy section after” He said, chipper once again.

💖 “We… don’t have a just Horses section either..” you said again, watching as the man seemed to actually wither, crumbling forwards till his head was against the cold wood of your work desk.

💖 “Do you have a Patriarchy section?” He whimpered, looking up at you from where he’d half collapsed dramatically against your desk- blue eyes glassy and filled with so so much emotion considering the circumstances.

💖 When you shook your head he nearly wailed, sinking further till he was almost entirely on the floor- fringe out of place and hat askew. You stood up to peer over your desk, looking down at the handsome man near-crying on your library floor.

💖 You glanced around, thankfully it was lunchtime for the kids so almost everyone was outside enjoying the sunny Los Angeles afternoon, leaving your room mostly empty. You gnawed on your lips nervously for a few moments before making a decision.

💖 “I can help you find some books on horses though.. and the patriarchy?” You offered, not entirely sure what you were getting yourself into as he jumped up, smiling eagerly and leaning forwards till his face was a few inches away from yours.

💖 “You’d do that for me?” He said with so much awe and amazement you’d think you offered to hang the stars for him.

💖 “…Yeah?” It was your job after all, even if this man was definitely not a student or staff member as far as you knew. Maybe he was a substitute teacher (yeah… right)

💖 But the way his whole face lit up joyfully at something as small as helping him find books made your heart give a little skip in your chest.

💖 You guide him around, pointing out a few books that were somewhat relevant (though he really only seemed interested in grabbing the ones with lots of pictures). Standing next to him you noticed he… really didn’t have a sense of personal space- the man would lean close everytime you spoke up to offer your help in locating relevant books, big baby-blue eyes staring into yours as he hung on to every word you said, nodding enthusiastically.

💖 You felt your cheeks and ears warm go warm at all the attention, occasionally stumbling on a word or two and chewing on your lip nervously between sentences- eyes darting around to anything but the absolute ray of sunshine in front of you.

💖 “Why are you doing that?” He asked innocently, leaning forwards into your space again with only the flimsy spine of Horses, by Ryan Bessin to protect you.

💖 “Doing what?” You said, trying to sound collected and professional though your gaze was still elsewhere, skimming over the names and authors. You jumped a little when you felt him reach out to gently prod at your lip, freeing it from the grasp of your teeth.

💖 “You’re chewing on your lip” he started, unconsciously mirroring the action on his own face. His blue eyes were focused so intensely on your lips and he felt that weird flutter in his chest again. What was that? A side effect of the real world?

💖 “Oh sorry I do that when I’m” you waved your hand vaguely for a moments, waiting till he finally looked away from your mouth to meet your gaze. “Nervous.”

💖 His head tilted in confusion and you were unable to look at him and not see an absolutely adorable, floppy-eared golden retriever puppy. “You’re nervous? Why?” He sounded so genuine and you swear to god he needed to stop looking at you with so much kindness and interest or you may just explode.

💖 “You’re just” you grip tight to the book, “-you’re very… handsome” (and intense) you started again, cheeks warming even more when his face seemed to light up like the Fourth of July- a huge grin splitting his face. “I think there’s another book that might interest you over here!” Frantically you change the subject, thrusting the book forwards and trying (and failing) not to notice just how solid his abs were.

💖 He followed you eagerly, still smiling at you with those weirdly perfect teeth and that shamelessly attentive expression. “Thank you so much, Barbie!”

💖 You looked over your shoulder at him, bewildered. “That’s? Not my name?” You said with a confused but genuine smile. Was it supposed to be some type of weird compliment?

💖 The man blinked, baffled for a few moments before he seemed to remember something. “Oh! Sorry! Force of habit” he laughed, looking bashful as he fingered the pages of the book he held.

💖 (And you definitely didn’t let your gaze slip to those deft, elegant looking hands. Broad and masculine but spared any callous or freckle- his tanned skin nearly perfect)

💖 “So… why exactly are you looking for books on the Patriarchy and Horses?”

💖 He blinked a few times at your question, looking down at the books in his arms as though he’d forgotten they were there for a moment. His smile brightened marginally, and he picked up one of the books at random- The Origins of Patriarchy, waving it loosely in front of your face. “Oh! So I’m learning about this super awesome thing called The Patriarchy”

💖 He almost immediately noticed the slight downward tilt of your lips- and the resulting twist in his chest was not like the fluttering sensations from earlier. No this was… icky- this feeling was unpleasant (something he didn’t actually have a lot of context for) and all he could think of was getting that look off of your face as fast as possible.

💖 “But- uh that’s beside the point!” As flippantly as possible he tosses the book over his shoulder with a bashful laugh. You winced, knowing you’d have to put that up later, but the man didn’t seem to notice; too busy looking at you with those big blue eyes and leaning against the bookshelf.

💖 “O-Okay?” You said, blinking rapidly at him as you chewed nervously on your lip again, trying not to squirm under the pure fascination in his gaze, completely unaware of the rapidly shifting priorities of the man in front of you.

💖 “Oh my name is Ken! Hey- what size rollerblades do you wear by the way?”

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You know you've hit rock bottom when you've read all the ken fanfics on tumblr

[tangirlisfangirl]

sorry for the brainrot but the yandere (k)energy coming from ryan gosling’s ken is INSANE, like could you imagine being his barbie??

he only has a good day when you notice him. you’re his everything. he’s nothing without you. he was created for you. he only exists within the warmth of your gaze. he’d ruin your entire life and rip away everything you held dear just to get you to notice him, acknowledge him, love him the way he loves you, please…

please?

[ideas-live-forever]

hi!! i love your ken imagines and was wondering if you might be interested in writing something for maybeee a pining ken and an oblivious reader? 👉👈🥺 reader has totally convinced themselves that ken is just being super nice bc they've been showing him the ropes for living in the real world but he's actually just super smitten with them

Pining Ken With Oblivious Reader

hi!! thank you so much for requesting! sorry about the wait, i got a little stuck in the middle of writing this. i hope this is what you meant! if not, feel free to send another ask :)

i’m working on my other request right now, so i should be able to get it out soon. in the mean time, i’m open to other ken requests as well!

Ever since you met, you’ve been all Ken can think about

You’ve always been so kind to him, helping him figure out the real world and everything

And he is nothing if not head over heels in love with you 

He can’t help but admire you from afar

And the care and caution he uses when interacting with you is far beyond what he uses with other people

In fact, he gets teased by your guys’ friends all the time about it

As much as he wants to tell you, he just can’t find the courage to do it straight out

You two are just friends

What if it’s too much too fast? Or you don’t love him back? Or you never even liked him in the first place and were just putting up with him because you’re just that good of a person?

You love him too, obviously 

But you don’t seem to pick up on any of the hints he drops, no matter how blatant they are

It started about a month ago, when Ken decided to start being more obvious with his affection for you

His hints were pretty tame at first: an extra compliment here, a few more texts here

“You’re looking extra nice today, did you do something new with your hair?”

‘Goodnight! Have the sweetest of dreams :)’

You were flattered, sure, but in your head he was just being nice in return

He kept that pace up for a while until he couldn’t deal with it anymore

This was going agonizingly slow

So, recently, he’s been more obvious about it

He’ll bring you gifts all the time, hoping they’re meaningful enough to get his point across

It gets to the lost where you have to be more assertive with how many presents he gives you a week

“Ken, you really need to stop buying me so many things.” You scold him, though your tone is undermined by the warmth of your gaze as you look at what must be the 3rd gift box you’ve gotten in 5 days. 

“Why?” He asks, a dejected kind of look falling over his face. “Do you not like them?”

His expression and cautious words catch your attention and you let out a little smile. He’s really just the sweetest guy. ‘If only he liked me..’

“No, of course I do!” You reply, setting the present down and placing one of your (shaky) hands on his. “I’m just worried that you’re spending too much money on me.”

Miraculously, you don’t notice the way the blush rises to his cheeks or his eyes widen at your touch. Ken takes a deep breath to steady himself before stumbling through his next words.

“That’s like, impossible. You’re worth more than all my money.” He says, cringing as soon as it leaves his mouth.

A part of you, a small and repressed part of you, swoons at his statement. However, the reason i’m your mind decides that this is just another example of Ken being Ken.

You don’t see the little frown that falls back over his face when you don’t seem to get the hint.

Ken, driven by newfound motivation, starts jumping at any opportunity to hint how smitten he is with you

He’ll remember the smallest things you say and bring them up later

“The aquarium?” You inquire, looking at the building you two had just arrived at. 

Ken smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. He thinks for a moment, debating whether or not to tell the truth. He decides to be totally blunt.

“Yeah. I, uh-“ He clears his throat. “You told me about that time when you were like 6 when your birthday at the aquarium got cancelled and you never really got to go back. So I just figured it could be fun or something-“

“You remembered that?” You ask again, in slight disbelief.

Ken’s a really sentimental person, you know that. But he remembers that dumb story? You must’ve told him that months ago. A blush creeps onto your cheeks.

“Of course.” He shrugs.

Obviously, you end up having a great time at the aquarium (although he got scared in the shark tunnel and you had to hold his hand)

Your one-on-one hangouts evolve from casual outings to fancy restaurants quickly

The line between hanging out and going on a date is so blurred that neither of you are quite sure which it is

Not that you’re going to bring it up

One day you go out for a walk after dinner and end up sitting on a park bench, just talking

Ken looks over at you and noticed how perfect you look in the moonlight

He’s tempted to tell you how he feels right then and there

But of course it doesn’t work out like that

“Thanks for hanging out today,” You say, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

Ken smiles in acknowledgment before clearing his throat a bit. He shifts his gaze from you, to the stars, back to you again. You can practically see his brain racing.

“No problem. It’s nice to feel so wanted.” He says softly. “I really appreciate this, by the way. That you’re willing to put so much time and care into, uh, this.”

You take a deep breath. ‘He’s just being nice. Don’t look for implications that aren’t there.’ You think to yourself. But you have to respond somehow. He’s looking at you like you handed him the world. It’s really cute.

“Of course, Ken. You know I love you,” You realize what you said quickly, eyes widening. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

Ken’s never felt so disappointed in his life

He really thought that was it

He’s pretty stiff for the rest of the evening

Like everything he says is scripted

It’s really just so that he can keep it together until he gets home to think out what to do next

As soon as he drops you off, his mind starts racing

What was that?

Was he friendzoned? Was that last part a coverup? 

Regardless, he cares about you too much to potentially hurt you in any way

Even if that means backing off a little bit

So he distances himself abbot, not knowing what else to do

You realize something is off pretty quickly and walk over to his usual spot on the beach

Sure enough, he’s sitting on the sand alone, his head cradled in his hands

You approach him slowly, sitting next to him on the ground

Ken glances up as your shadow casts over him. You sit next to him, not saying anything at first. He looks… confused. There’s a glint of relief at your presence, but also a slightly guarded look that Ken never usually carries.

“Hey,” You say softly, meeting his gaze. “You okay?”

He shifts uncomfortably, his eyes betraying that he’s weighing whatever options he has in this situation in his head. Eventually, he sighs, shifting his gaze to his hands.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He says vaguely, fidgeting with his fingers. “Just trying to think I guess.”

“About?” You don’t want to press, but Ken’s almost never closed off like this. 

“You?” He says, blushing intensely. 

The two of you just sit there for a second, trying to process what effect that little comment had on the future of this conversation

He eventually works up the courage to tell you everything. From the very beginning.

He tells you what a great friend you are, and how he never wants to mess up what you already have

He starts rambling in his nervousness, trapped beneath your intense gaze

“I know you love me as a friend, and I obviously also love you as a friend. But I think I might also love you a little bit more than that, if I’m making any sense. But I totally get it if you don’t feel like that as well. I might be moving too fast. I’m sorry-“

You have to kiss him to shut him up (i know it’s cliche i’m sorry 😭)

He just stares at you after you part, his eyes wide as saucers, until a small grin sneaks onto his face

“So, is that like, an, uh-“

“An ‘I love you too’? Yes.”

You’ve never seen him smile to big

You two spend the rest of the day sitting on the beach and talking

About how you covered up your confession that day at the park

About how he thought he had to avoid you 

Hesitantly, he reaches for your hand

When you grab it back he smiles a little, turning away to hide the blush in his cheeks

[himbotiem]

Fancy Dancing with RG!Ken x GN!Reader

I’ve been in Barbie hyperfixation land ever since I watched it, and Ken is such a fun character to read about so I tried throwing my hat in the ring. I didn’t really see anything like this but the idea of ballroom dancing with Ken like in a Barbie princess movie,,, it’s been spinning around in my brain like a microwave pizza roll. If this is incomprehensible it’s because it’s 1am and I already took my melatonin lmao if anyone else wants to write smth like this *gestures vaguely* I would love to read it I wanna see more formal princely Ken fics

- once a month President Barbie holds a formal gala!!! What, did you think every night in barbieland was a chill dream house party with planned choreography? No, of course not! We gotta add some variety

- every Barbie has some knowledge of classical dance, along with other choreos, yes even you!

- You’re getting dressed in your FAVORITE fancy outfit, you’ve been waiting to break it out since the last gala, the month before!

- You make sure your hair and clothing are perfect before you get in your car to pick Ken up. You find him in town, already in his clean pressed suit and ready for dancing. You let him sit in the passenger’s seat after he asked nicely :)

- Once you get to the ballroom, there’s a table full of plastic treats, the President really goes all out on these events! There’s even a chocolate fountain! The chocolate doesn’t move, of course, but what does in Barbieland?

- There’s a classical song playing from a live band of Barbies. It’s so nice of them to play their beautiful music for tonight, and they do get to dance at some point or another because they deserve it 🩷

- Ken asks you if you’d like to dance with him, crossing his fingers down by his waist hoping you’d say yes. You nod, and he fist pumps the air before reaching out for your hand.

- Making your way to the center of the dancefloor, the barbie band starts a new song, one that you know very well. You and Ken dance together beautifully, every step in sync and perfect.

- That is, until you take a misstep and trip over your feet, falling in slow motion to the music.

- Ken, thinking quickly reaches out, and the slowed time flashes back to normal as soon as you’re back in his arms. He holds you close for a moment before bringing you back to your feet.

- Taking a break, you two decide to go out onto the elegant balcony connected off the ballroom, and stare up into the starry night sky of barbieland 🩷

[drivinmeinsane]

Thoughts on RG!Ken as a Romantic Partner (Bad End)

As a result of his patriarchy journey, Ken decided to flip the script and view you as his accessory of sorts. He likes it when your outfits compliment his. He will pick your clothes for you.

He's terribly possessive in a contradictory way. On one hand, he doesn't want the other Kens to so much as glance in your direction, but at the same time he wants to show you off.

He wants you to be his "bridewife". You being his long-term long-distance low-commitment casual partner just doesn't cut it for him. He wants all of you to himself. He would give you his necklace to signify your special relationship. He plays his desire to marry you as no big deal, but it's incredibly important to him. He needs to be wanted in a tangible way.

He is wildly insecure. Ken needs a lot of reassurance and approval from you even if he won't admit it out loud since men don't need that kind of thing from their partners.

Pet names? Ken uses them relentlessly. They're all a little condescending but they belay his affections. He calls you things like "tiny baby", "mini baby", "my rainbow", "my divine girl/boy". He'll go on a tangent with the names he throws out getting increasingly more outrageously long.

He keeps you in sight at all times. Partially just to marvel at how he got so lucky, but also because he's insecure that you might choose another Ken. He has to be the object of your attention. You're never allowed to brewski beer anyone else.

He likes explaining things to you. It's even better if you ask him questions (the simpler the better so he doesn't get flustered). He talks at you for hours. He also 'writes' you songs and plays them at you and sings in that goofy voice of his. Any activity that gets your eyes on him is worth doing.

It's not unusual for him to cry in your arms at night. He's no stranger to burying his head against your stomach and sobbing. He's wracked, not quite by guilt, but by the stress of being a figurehead for a movement he doesn't even really care about (he just liked the horses and the respect) and how he drove away Stereotypical!Barbie. It was simpler being an accessory to Barbie, even if he wasn't even one of the cool ones.

He's very physically affectionate with you on top of the names and showoff behaviors. He'll pull you right against his own body. He lives for kissing you. One of his favorite things is to sit you in his lap facing him and drape himself over you, holding tight.

He only has eyes for you. You're his and he's your Ken. There's no room for anyone else in his obsessions.

Despite all his shortcomings and twisted logic, there's always an undercurrent of care in everything he does. He treasures you even if he puts on a macho, cool guy persona for the other Kens.

18+ content under the cut.

He's not patient and that extends to the bedroom. He gets aroused at the drop of a hat. He will put your hands where he wants them to get the point across of how much he needs your touch.

Ken also won't keep his hands off of you. He shamelessly gropes you regardless of your surroundings. He doesn't have any hangups or restraints when it comes to you and intimacy. He wants whatever makes him feel good and he wants it right away.

Receiving gratification in front of the other Kens gets him going. It shoes off how "manly" he is and how much his perfect partner desires him. He's not shy about being an exhibitionist.

He's a taker. He's not prone to reciprocation or getting you off. His books and research for the reinvention of patriarchy taught him that you were made to service him.

Ken's incredibly loud in bed. He makes it a point to show off to the other Kens that he has someone in his life that's willing to be intimate with him.

{ m a s t e r l i s t }

[notyourhetloki]

AAA all your Ken stuff make me giggle nonstop idk how you do it🫢🫢 I was thinking what IF Ken AND Barbie started falling in love with Reader, and we had to pick at the end I would love to see your twist on that love u 😙❤️❤️

competition (Ken x Reader x Barbie)

Reader: gender neutral

/Ken x Reader x Barbie/

A/N: Hi, anon! AWW thank you so much!! I loved this request, and I hope you like it too! lots of luv xoxo (Stereo!Barbie = Stereotypical Barbie / RG!Ken = Ryan Gosling Ken; I thought abt calling him 'Beach!Ken' but idk if there are more Kens like him so... yeah.)

—

It all started when you arrived at Barbieland, nervous but completely in awe of this new world.

Stereo!Barbie was one of the first dolls to greet you, holding your hand and guiding you through the streets to your new house.

‘They’re so cute!’ Barbie thought to herself, completely charmed by your smile and shyness… she really wanted to get to know you better.

And so thought RG!Ken when you walked past the beach. Barbie was still holding your hand, and he was intrigued… who was this new doll she was seeing? He needed to find out.

As time went by, Barbie would visit you daily, bringing small gifts and inviting you to parties… and you would always go!

Ken would also be at those parties, curious about you… the more he got to know you, the more he got obsessed. He loved your laughter, loved the way you danced, and he would always try to join you, succeeding most times.

Barbie began hating when Ken danced with you, something in her screamed ‘NO’ when she saw you two having fun without her. She wanted you to dance with HER, not HIM… was this… jealousy? What a weird feeling.

She then also joined the dance, nailing the choreography while trying to push Ken away, but it didn’t work… Ken would come back stronger than ever, dancing as if his life depended on it (he was trying to impress you).

When the music stopped, Barbie was quick enough to grab your hands and lead you somewhere more private, looking into your eyes before asking: “(Y/N), would you like to stay over?”

Before you could answer, you heard a loud gasp. Turning around, you saw a shocked Ken sneaking in behind you, trying to listen to the conversation.

Ken was stunned because 1. Barbie had never asked him to stay over when they were together, and 2. That meant it was getting serious! And he needed to act fast.

“Sorry, Barbie… (Y/N) can’t stay over at your house tonight, I’m taking them to the beach to have a little date, isn’t that right, doll?”

‘Doll?? Why did he call you that? And a date?? You were going on a date with Ken?? What was going on?!’ Barbie thought.

“Hum…” you managed to start, but you couldn't even protest before Ken tried pulling you away by your arm.

Barbie immediately pulled your other arm, trying to get you to stay. You felt like they would split you in half like that, fighting for your attention.

“GUYS…” You finally shouted, making them stop. “The only place I’ll go is home! Goodnight!” Anger filled your voice as you walked away, leaving the two behind.

“Look at what you've done!!” “What I’VE done?? What do you mean??” You could still hear their banter as you exited Barbie’s house, and that irritated you even more.

At your house, hours had passed and you were preparing to sleep when you heard the doorbell ringing.

Opening the door, you were surprised and a little annoyed at the presence of the fantastic duo. Barbie and Ken stood there with sad puppy expressions before she spoke first. “(Y/N)… we’re sorry we hurt you, it wasn’t our intention!”

You gently smiled at her, accepting her apology. Then, Ken started talking as well. “We just… really like you. I… we would like to have more of your attention, if that’s possible…” It seemed a little scripted, but you wondered he and Barbie had agreed on something to say... and that was cute. Besides, what did he mean by ‘really like you’, after all?

“Oh, guys… it’s alright! I promise I’ll equally schedule time for the both of you, is that ok?”

They looked at each other for a moment and nodded, smiling for their mission was a victory! You’d spend more time with them separately, it’s everything they could have asked for.

“Now… are you gonna stand there or come inside?” You teased, and their smiles grew wide before racing to your door.

(Because why choose if you could have both? ;D)

—

[bubblegumvolcano]

🐬 hi, could you maybe do a blurb of a rg!ken x reader where ken is feeling insecure about not being good enough or basically not feeling (k)enough, and reader just sort of comforting him and reminding him that he is loved and enough? tyy <33

ofc! here u go;

(🐬)

Ken sat on a bench on the beach alone, his head resting heavily on his hands. Self-doubt settled within him, leaving him feeling unworthy.

It was nighttime, so most of the dolls were asleep.

You, however, just happened to be taking a solo walk on the beach and noticed Ken sitting there, looking lost in his thoughts.

You hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to approach him or not, but concern won over uncertainty. You'd never seen a Ken look this way.

With a deep breath, you walked up to him and sat down gently beside him. "Hi, Ken," you said softly, giving him a friendly smile. "Mind if I join you?"

He looked up with a bit of surprise. "Hi, Barbie. Yeah, sure," he replied, trying to hide the emotions swirling inside him, smiling a small smile.

You sensed that he was going through a tough time (which was something extremely rare in Barbieland) and chose your words carefully. "Is everything okay?"

Ken sighed, relieved to have someone to share his feelings with. Usually he would lie, because you're a Barbie, so he'd rather not dump everything on you. But right now? It was too much for him to carry.

"I've been feeling like I'm not good enough lately. Like no matter what I do, it's never going to be enough for anyone here."

"Ken, you are so much more than you give yourself credit for," you said, trying to sound reassuring.

Ken's eyes softened, and he gave you a grateful smile. "Thanks, Barbie. It's just hard sometimes, you know? I see all these confident and successful Kens and Barbies around, and I kind of feel like I'm falling short. I think I might have to talk to therapist Barbie."

"Ken, you don't have to compare yourself to others. You have your own unique qualities that make you special," you said, your voice gentle.

"You have a way of making people feel valued, and your presence brightens up any room."

He looked at you, a hint of something unspoken passing between you both. "That is so nice, Barbie. How did you notice that?"

"Oh, I notice a lot of things about you," you replied, your smile holding a hint of playfulness.

Ken's cheeks flushed slightly as he spoke, "You know, you have a way of making everyone around you feel special, Barbie."

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, the subtle hint of admiration in his voice not going unnoticed. "Thank you, Ken. That means a lot to me." Although every Barbie held that skill, it was still sweet of him to say.

As the moon shined over you, the two of you sat there, enjoying each other's company, each lost in your own thoughts.

"Barbie," Ken said, breaking the comfortable silence between you, "thank you for being nice to me."

"You don't have to thank me, Ken. We're friends, and I'll always be here to support you."

You placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You're Kenough."

-

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[skxllz]

blushy-boyish-smile ken when you kiss his nose. blushy-boyish-smile ken when you look at him with the softest look in your eyes. blushy-boyish-smile ken when he's watching you from afar. blushy-boyish-smile ken when you dress in your cute outfits. blushy-boyish-smile ken when you excitedly jump on him and shower him in kisses. blushy-boyish-smile ken when you shyly dress up for him. blushy-boyish-smile ken when do that thing where you twist your lips to the side and scrunch up your nose when thinking. blushy-boyish-smile ken when you look at him innocently. blushy-boyish-smile ken when he's admiring you.

[ken-dom]

NSFW Ken Headcanons

Warnings/content: It’s pure smut, Ken definitely has a penis in this, hand job, oral, praise kink, begging, aftercare, gn!reader

I originally posted this to my main blog but I'm re-posting all my work here to have everything in one place due to an unresolved tagging issue on my main

Sometimes cries out a strangled ‘Sublime!’ when he cums

Speaking of cum, it’s glittery ✨

Usually announces when he’s close because he’s so excited about it

Would be happy to dry hump as long as it’s with you, but give him a handjob and it changes his life forever

Takes him a few times to get over how good it feels when you bring him off to begin with, but after he’s calmed down a bit he’s laser focussed on your pleasure

Learns your body really quickly

Literally cannot keep his hands off you once he’s had a taste and he wants you to touch him all the time, too

The first time you suck him off he’s pretty sure he died of pleasure and came back to life while you were kissing him after

Total horn dog once you open up his eyes to all the different ways you can make him feel good

When you first got together he would cum in his pants just from making out if you were pressed against him just right

On that note, he really likes it when you press your thigh between his legs while you make out

Such a needy, whiny mess

Every moan and gasp he elicits from you is the sweetest praise he’s a ever heard, so he memorises every little touch and every reaction they get

He is SO loud, and at the slightest touch. You have to kiss him to swallow his moans if you’re trying to be quiet, or, if he’s feeling ✨kinky✨ he’ll let you put a hand over his mouth

Huge kink for begging, he discovers. You moan out a, ‘Please!’ one time and that’s it, he’s obsessed

Really good with his hands. Like. It’s unreal how skilled those elegant fingers are

His gaze is so intense when you’re making out and pull away to catch your breath or tell him what you want to do to him

Likes to see your face when you cum. And if you make eye contact too, he’s done for

Loves you to tangle your fingers in his hair when he goes down on you

Feels so safe when he’s with you and it’s slow and intimate and he can bury his beautiful face against your neck, gasping against your skin

Whimpers so needily when you praise him. During or after

Praise him too much too soon and he won’t last

But it doesn’t matter because he’s eager, and he will happily start all over again and take his time on you while he regains his strength

Doesn’t actually take him long at all to get hard again so you’re not left waiting if you want him to fuck you

Doesn’t matter how many times you get together, he cheeks always flush when you start kissing him

If you mess his hair up he tries to keep it that way so he can show off to the other Kens’

Always really excited to try new things with you, surprising you with ideas for positions he’d like to try, and later new sex toys when he discovers them

Almost feints when you explain what 69ing is

The BIGGEST cuddler after sex

And sometimes takes the opportunity to show off his muscular arms with a cheeky smirk

Melts when you squeeze his big muscles or caress his chest

His aftercare with you is brushing each others hair and putting matching pyjamas on to cuddle while he tells you how amazing he thinks you are for being turned on by him and satisfying him so thoroughly

[cassiesbarbie]

💌rg!ken x barbie!reader headcanons

a/n: first post lmk what you think! this is just a general barbie but if you want headcanons for a specific barbie my requests are always open! :)

• for starters, this man would absolutely worship the ground you walked on. if there’s a puddle on the ground, you’d best believe that even on the coldest of nights he would cover it with his jacket and offer a hand as you crossed (you told him you could just walk around it but he insisted)

• physical touch is this man’s JAM. he would always be touching you in some way whether it was holding your hand or wrapping arm around your waste. he needs all the other kens to know that you’re his and his only.

• girls night is every night and he knows that, but sometimes he’ll get lucky and you’ll agree to let him stay over. he’s stayed over so many times now that your dreamhouse is almost starting to resemble a mojo dojo casa house.

• he follows you around like a lost puppy. most mornings he’ll wait for you at the beach and once he catches sight of you he won’t leave your side for the rest of the day (but if you ask for time away from him he’ll be out the door in a split second, always wanting to make you happy)

• he obeys you like you’re a queen because to him, you are one. if anyone so much as steps a toe out of line around you he won’t hesitate to take extreme measures.

• he’s very insecure, always worried you might want to leave him for some other ken. so when the other kens inevitably turn and gawk at you as you pass by (how could they not?), nine times out of ten he’ll grab your face and kiss you in front of all of them to prove that you’re his.

• he’s also the most supportive boyfriend of all time. no matter what you’re career his, he’ll stand behind you and support you in any and every way possible (not that a barbie needs it, but it’s sweet nevertheless).

• sometimes, if he catches you on a good day, he manages to get you to agree to listen to him play guitar. is it very good? no. is he a very good singer? sort of. but he loves playing for you so you pretend to love listening. he plays your favorite songs though, so that’s a bonus.

[heresthestorymorningglory]

Red

Just a little something I felt I needed to get on paper; again with the encouragement of my RG brainrot partner in crime @ken-dom

It's Driver x Reader and it's NSFW so 18+ only (I actually tried really hard to make it fluff and FAILED so enjoy)

He tips his head curiously watching as you walk up the rainsoaked path; heels clicking on the cement as you offer him a soft smile. 

You're dressed immaculately, looking like you had stepped off the pages of one of those LA fashion magazines. His breath hitches ever so slightly in his throat as he takes you in. The thing catching his attention most was the bright red shade you wore on your lips, even in the dark of night.

It's date night. For him, date night is something as simple as driving, obviously. 

You don't typically dress up for date night, usually you like to be comfortable; but tonight, tonight you were feeling ambitious. Outfit, make up, the whole nine yards. 

You chuckled quietly to yourself, his reaction was exactly what you had hoped for. 

A pair of strappy black heels on your feet, a tight black leather mini skirt hugging your hips, a red silk cami under a leather jacket. 

"Hi" You smile as you reach the car door he's holding open, very aware of his lingering eyes. 

"Hi" He says softly, no hint of a smile anywhere on his boyish features. 

You pause for a beat, extending your neck to peck him gently on the cheek. You breathe a laugh, reaching to wipe the lip print away that had been left behind, before slipping into your usual place in the passenger seat. 

His heart skips a beat at the lightness of your touch as he closes the door and makes his way around the car, climbing in behind the wheel. He had decided then and there, tonight he would kiss you. Bringing that fantasy that played on repeat in his mind to reality.

You rest your head on the back of the bench seat, eyes closed. He felt safe for you, comfortable. Your silent, dark drives were a welcome routine at the end of a busy week. 

Your eyes flutter open feeling a strong warm hand on your thigh, squeezing gently. 

You unbuckle and slide across the smooth leather and he lifts his arm, dropping it back around you as you nestle against him. 

He wasn't one for public displays of affection, but when you were alone, just the two of you, you saw on occasion, his gentle side.

He had only noticed that you drifted off when you whimpered in your sleep; he glanced down briefly, and you were leaned against him with your eyes closed, you must have been dreaming; he wondered what about…him? Maybe?

You're not sure when, but at some point you had drifted off and had only realized when you felt yourself being lifted from the car. He slung your arms loosely around his neck, one arm around the small of your back, the other under your knees. You leaned on his shoulder, your eyes closed but listening to his steady breathing. 

He knows you're awake, you would have been heavier had you actually been asleep, but he didn't mind, he liked holding you close, your head resting comfortably against his shoulder, the smell of your conditioner wafting under his nose with the gentle breeze after the earlier rain. 

He shifts your legs draped over his forearm slightly, but doesn't wake you, the soft jingle of his keys as he unlocks the door to your apartment. 

He crosses the threshold and kicks the door closed with his foot. 

Deciding you've tortured the poor man enough, you shift in his arms, taking advantage of your position, kissing his neck, sucking gently, leaving faded red lip prints behind, not bothering to wipe these ones away. 

He sets you on your feet and you turn with your arms still wrapped around his neck. His gloved hands find their way to your waist. 

His intense blue eyes study your face, his clouded by shadow in the dark room, the rhythmic flash of blue, green, and pink neon splashing across the walls. 

You both stand without speaking, he likes that he can do that with you, but for him it's anything but silent; his heartbeat is thudding in his ears. Jesus Christ you're beautiful. 

His hand is already reaching before his brain fully registers his movement.

A leather clad hand cups your cheek and you lean into his touch, eyes fluttering closed, a small hum in the back of your throat.

You sigh heavily as he stands silent in front of you. You open your eyes again as his hand stays, warm against your skin. 

"Aren't you going to kiss me?" 

You speak softly, but it still seems too loud. 

Your lips are moving, but he barely hears what you ask, his attention focused on the weight of your cheek in his hand, on your red painted lips. They're perfect…too perfect. 

Lips part slightly taking in air as his gloved thumb drags across them, red lipstick smearing across the worn leather and your cheek.  

You gasp and he feels his skin prick with excitement and he can't help himself as he closes the distance between you. 

You're suddenly stumbling backwards on your feet, a strong arm around your waist keeping you from injuring yourself on your heels before you're pinned against the wall. Before you can process what’s happened, his mouth is on yours with a desperate urgency, but he still seems so calculated in his movements, like if he moves wrong you’ll shatter in his hands. 

In an attempt to ease his nerves…and maybe yours, if only slightly…you pull him against you, his body flush with yours; kissing him back with that same hungry need. He bites your lip roughly and you cry out into his mouth only to return the favour. 

His primal need gets the better of him as soon as he tastes your lips on his; he loses himself in the moment, teeth tugging on your pouty bottom lip. He doesn’t have a chance to pull away, to apologize for getting out of hand, because, and much to his delight, you trap his lip between your own teeth before you let out a moan next to his ear; fingers twisting in his hair at the nape of his neck.

It takes every ounce of willpower he has not to cum in his pants on the spot. Not only is his deepest fantasy unfolding right before his eyes, but you, you seem to want it just as badly as he does. 

You roll your hips into his, desperate to feel him, to feel more. He groans into your neck and it’s the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard. You pull back to look at him and you could swear for a fraction of a second you saw fear in his eyes. 

“I’m not made of glass” you whisper “I want this, I want you”

Something inside him snaps then, giving way like a burst dam. He’s frantic, but not clumsy as he tugs your leather jacket off your shoulders; you have half a second of clarity and enough mind to step out of your heels, kicking them out of the way as your shirt is lifted over your head, skirt tugged off your hips, dropping to the floor. 

He has to remind himself to breathe, especially once you start pulling at his clothes; your hands pushing up his shoulders, under his scorpion jacket, he shrugs it off and it falls to the floor. He’s amazed that you haven’t gotten your hands tangled together in your frenzied stripping, clothes littering the floor at both your feet. 

You’re surprised, but keep quiet when you see him tug his driving gloves off, biting the middle finger of the first before harshly tugging off the second. He lifts you off your feet with ease, as you lock your ankles around his naked back, his cock twitches against your throbbing centre, making you clench your thighs around his hips. 

His hands slide up your smooth bare back, tangling in your hair; another moan slips out as he tugs roughly, making your head snap back exposing your neck. 

You grind against him, your body wrapped around him so effortlessly and you’ve given him permission, his head swims with possibilities, scenarios he thought he would only ever dream of. 

You’ve snapped your head back, eyes closed, mouth open in ecstasy; and he can’t take it anymore, he has to have you and he has to have you now.

His tongue licks a hot stripe up the length of your neck and you let out a loud moan, your body shivering in his hands. 

A half turn on his heel and you’re flat on your back on what you quickly realize is the top of your kitchen table. You cling to him with a need you can’t explain as he pulls you to the table’s edge, his hips lining up perfectly with your dripping core from this height. You bite your lip, watching him get completely lost in his own thoughts, eyes devouring your naked body laid out in front of him like a meal on a silver platter. 

He watches your chest rise and fall, heaving  with anticipation; you’re not put together anymore; your hair has fallen out, your skin is flushed, your breathing is ragged. Your perfect lipstick is smudged, no not smudged smeared over your kiss swollen lips and between your legs, is the best part…your cunt is dripping, absolutely soaked and it’s all for him. This is perfect. You are perfect. 

You clear your throat softly and it snaps him back to the present; his bare hands slide up your naked hips and the sensation sends a shiver all over your body as you realize just how exposed you are and then he moans. Quiet and deep, but thick with arousal. 

He leans over you, his weight heavy on your chest as his mouth absolutely devours yours, his tongue claiming every inch of free space; his hands, his bare hands have a firm grip on your hips, thick fingers disappearing into the soft flesh, squeezing hard, like if he let’s go you’ll disappear out from under him. 

A sharp thrust of his hips and in one swift movement you’re filled with him. A loud, cracked, desperate cry is muffled by his mouth moving against yours. 

He stops kissing you only long enough to clench his jaw, sucking a breath in between his teeth “So tight” 

Your nails bite into his back, leaving half moon welts in their wake; the entire length of his cock is enveloped by your tight heat; it’s so good it’s almost painful. You buck your hips gently and he realizes he hasn’t started to move. 

His hips roll slowly at first, but within seconds, his thrust have gotten harder, faster, deeper. You can feel the table shifting under your weight, swaying unsteadily on its own legs as he stands firm on his. 

You’re not even sure how, but he's managed to push all the right buttons, and hit all the right spots; your entire being is racked with lust as he pushes you closer to the edge with each skilled snap of his hips.

You try, but you can’t find the words; you open your mouth as his attacks your neck, leaving harsh bites and nothing but pathetic cries of pure bliss are your response. This only spurs him on further, his breath hot and heavy against your neck, as he mewls sounding as desperate as you feel.

You’re there, teetering on the edge and he can feel it; you’re so fucking close; writhing under him, fingernails scraping down his back, legs locked around his waist so tight it almost hurts. And then…you’re there, begging him not to stop, you’re going to….you’re so- “Don’t-fuck!”

Strained cries as you cling to him as if your life was dependent on it and it’s enough to send him careening over the edge himself, his seed spilling inside you a guttural moan against your neck as he finally feels the release he’s been chasing for what felt like forever.

The small table underneath you rocks a bit too far forward and before you can think to get the words out, it cracks; but before you can crash to the floor you’re crushed against his firm chest and you can feel his heartbeat slamming through, your own beating just as hard. 

He sets you on your feet, careful not to release you too quickly. 

You smile, before gently biting your lip, your eyes meeting his. “I love date night” you whisper and he pulls you tightly against him, lips pressing into your hair as he speaks “Me too”

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Pepero (Ken/Fluff)

Ask: Hello! Could I please request a VIXX Ken X reader fluffy fanfic where the reader is an idol too. They have to perform together/appear on a show or do the pepero game ^__^ Thank you! (for @hiname-rg)

Y/N’s POV

My heart was pounding in my chest when my group heard that we would be starring on a variety show with Vixx. We were so new and Vixx were legends. We had met them before, backstage at Music Bank and they were the nicest. But there was one member in particular who always stood out to me, Jaehwan. 

His friendly demeanor and ways to brighten a room were amazing qualities and I envied and admired them. I might have even been crushing on him but I didn’t know him well enough to know for certain.

But there we were, arms length from Vixx and the presentators. I stole quick glances at Jaehwan and looked away before the presentators could notice. I didn’t know it but he was doing the same and silently being teased by Hyuk. 

“Y/N, we hear you are a big fan of Vixx.” The hosts said and I smiled. I was, Vixx was one of my favorite groups and rolemodels. “Yes, sir. I really love Vixx. They are very talented and attractive.” I said and the men of Vixx bowed, saying thank you. 

Jaehwan looked up at me a cracked a smile, which made me blush before turning back to the hosts. My ears were bright red, I could feel it and I had no idea what was going to happen today on this show. They were known for having crazy challenges and I was quaking in my sneakers.

“Aaah, a loving dongsaeng. Let’s see if she if she is still so loving after this. Y/N will have to do the pepero challenge with one of the members of Vixx. Vixx choose your player.” 

My heart dropped hearing his words and I felt like I couldn’t breathe for a moment. Vixx had their backs turned and were whispering, deciding who would have to practically kiss me. They turned back around, sly smiles on everyone’s faces. 

“Vixx who do you choose?” The host asked them and N pushed Ken forwards slightly. “Ken!” My heart started racing and I looked back to my group members. They were looking at me with a surprised look on their face, shwoing they were equally as shocked as I was.

Ken and I moved towards eachother, we shook hands and he smiled warmly at me. The host handed me the pepero and I took a deep breath before placing it between my lips. Ken placed his hands behind his back, not wanting too touch me inappropriately on accident. 

I watched him swallow the lump in his throat and waited for the sign to go. When the sign was given he got really close to my face. Moving closer and closer I could feel his breath on my lips. I shut my eyes, praying for it to be over quickly. 

It wasn’t like I wasn’t enjoying it, I was. I just didn’t want him to know that. His breath was hot on my lips and I could’ve swore our lips brushed for a second before the pepero broke. 

I quickly took the remaining piece out of my mouth and felt my own cheeks. My heart was racing and I was bright red.  Looking over at Ken, I noticed he was just as bright red.

“Did your lips touch?” The host asked and Ken nodded making me blush even more. “Let’s measure how much is left.” They took the small piece of pepero and measured it. Ken and I looked at eachother and he smiled again. He wasn’t embarrassed, he was proud. I just couldn’t tell. 

“2 Centimeters!!!! That’s a new record! Good job! On to the next challenge.” The host said and we returned to our spots. I adjusted my clothes and refused to look at  him again. 

The rest of the show went by quickly and I didn’t have to interact with Jaehwan again. We thanked the producers and all went back to the dressing rooms. My heart was thumping and the lead singer in our group patted my back.

“You guys kissed huh.” She said and I shot her a look. “I want to crawl into a hole and never come out.” I said, covering my face. “He was such a gentleman about it though.” She said and I smiled. She was right and I shouldn’t stress about what happened too much.

A knock on our dressing room door interupted our conversation. I stood up and opened the door, letting out an inaudible gasp and what I saw in front of me. Ken stood there, holding one rose in his hand and smile on his face.

“Ken oppa, What are you doing?” I asked, surprised and he laughed. “Can I maybe have a minute alone with you?” He asked, gesturing behind me. I turned around and saw my friends staring at the two of us. “Of course.” I said, walking into the hall and shutting the door behind me. 

“I only thought it was appropriate to give you something considering our lips touched not too long ago.” He said, handing me the rose. I smiled and looked up at him. “That wasn’t necessary, but thank you very much.” Thinking he was finished, I started heading back into the dressing room when he caught my hand. 

“I wanted to ask you something.” He said and I cringed at my own actions. “I’m sorry, I thought you were finished.” I said and he chuckled. “You’re cute when you’re awkward.” My cheeks heated up again and I looked at him. 

“I wanted to ask you on a coffee date.” He added and I couldn’t hide my smile. “I would love too.” I said and he smiled. He pulled me into a hug and I burried my face into his neck. He smelled great, like cinnamon and his touch was gentle. “By the way, I have the feeling your friends are listening through the door.” He said, pulling away. I laughed and looked at the shadows under the door. “They probably are.”