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Sleepy Confessions - Ryan!Ken X GN (Human) Reader

Title: Sleepy Confessions

Ryan!Ken X GN (Human) Reader

Additional Characters: Barbie/Barbara (Mentioned), The other Kens (Mentioned), the other Barbies (Mentioned), Allan (Mentioned), and Midge (Mentioned), and Weird Barbie (Mentioned)

WC: 3,567

Warnings: Reader is a human, italics, love at first sight?, mentions of injuries, sort of idiots in love, friends to lovers, Reader gets a little delirious when sleepy, gentleman Ken, Post-Barbie Movie events, Ken got his own Mojo Dojo Casa House, mini angst/Ken's slightly insecure?, and fluff

The warm sun kissed your skin as you sat comfortably on one of the beach chairs of Barbie Land's iconic pink beach. The weather was perfect for a day on the beach, as it always was in Barbie Land. But you weren't alone, no. A few Barbies were chatting together, and some were over by the ice cream stand. There were even a few sunbathing. Allan was even enjoying the beach, cheering on four Kens playing volleyball. 

Speaking of Kens... Ken, your best friend, was in the middle of that volleyball game. He stood out from the other Kens as he spiked the ball with dramatic flair. His enthusiasm was impossible to miss, and every now and then, you’d catch him sneaking glances your way, clearly hoping that you were watching. You couldn't help but smile.

You’d glance up every now and then - after you finished a chapter - a mix of admiration and something deeper swirled in your stomach. ‘Is this what they mean by butterflies?’ You wondered, biting your lip. You shook your head, trying to focus on your book, but the words danced off the page, blending into the background of laughter and cheers.

You met Ken after you met Barbie - well, Barbara, but she always went by 'Barbie'. You became fast friends with her, but you didn't find out that she used to be an actual Barbie until a couple of months later. It was kind of hard to believe at first, but she told you everything; Barbie Land, the other Barbies, the Kens, the overtaking of Barbie Land - everything. It was surreal, but you believed her. And it wasn't long until she invited you to come with her on her visit to Barbie Land.

When you arrived in Barbie Land with Barbie by your side, the bright colors and perfect blue skies seemed almost too beautiful to be real. Barbie then introduced you to all the other Barbies and some of the Kens. And that was when you met the Ken.

When you first laid eyes on him, you couldn't help but notice how pretty he was. Tall with blonde hair and shimmering blue eyes... And you had to admit - only to yourself - that he had quite the body too. His sun-kissed skin and chiseled abs gave him an almost divine appearance, as if he had been sculpted by the gods themselves. He looked like a Ken doll, which only made sense since he was one.

Ken, on the other hand, froze when he first saw you. He stared at you, his eyes wide. Starstruck, he seemed at a loss for words and what to do, just standing there. It didn’t take long for him to snap out of it, though. Ken quickly composed himself, flashing his signature smile and slipping back into his charming, easygoing self. But beneath the surface, his plastic heart raced - pounding against his plastic ribcage - and he could feel a warmth rising in his cheeks. Long story short, after being introduced, you and Ken slowly grew closer, becoming best friends.

So, there you were, sitting in that plastic beach chair, reading one of your favorite books that you brought from home, and looking absolutely gorgeous. It was hard for Ken to focus on his volleyball game; his thoughts kept drifting back to you. He felt incredibly lucky to have you as his best friend, but beneath that admiration lay a whirlwind of nerves.

Ken had feelings for you - deep feelings. Ever since that first day both you and him met, his emotions had only grown stronger, like a wave building up before crashing down upon the shore. He was nervous, scared even, to tell you how he truly felt. Each laugh you shared and every moment spent together only fueled the fire in his plastic heart. He wanted to impress you - make you laugh, show you how fun and charming he was and could be. 

There was also a small voice in the back of his mind, a voice telling him that you wouldn’t feel the same. But he pushed that voice away.

After he hit the volleyball back over the net, he turned his head to look back over at you, and all those doubts left his racing mind as he watched you read; the small smile on your face as you took a sip of your drink in your favorite tumbler that you brought from home. You looked radiant, lost in your book. His muscles tensed, not from the exertion of playing but from the anticipation of your gaze meeting his. If only you’d look up…

However, his trance was soon broken when the volleyball hit him right smack-dab against the side of his head. With an 'oof', Ken fell to the side, and with the 'thump,' you finally looked up from your book. Seeing Ken sitting on the ground, rubbing the side of his head with the volleyball rolling to a stop beside him.

You quickly stood from your seat, not even caring to put your bookmark in to save your place. "Ken!" You rushed over, plopping down on the plastic, pink sand beside him, "Are you alright? What happened?" You asked as a few Barbies and Ken circled.

Ken scrunched up his face, still rubbing his cheek, “Volleyball.” He muttered, secretly loving the attention you were giving him. He always loved when you paid attention to him, if it wasn’t obvious.

"Yeah, sorry, Ken." One Ken spoke up, presumably the one who served the ball, "I thought you were going to hit it back."

Your Ken shook his head, "Nah, Ken, it's cool. I'm okay."

As the Barbies and Kens left, going back to their usual business, you stayed by his side, a small smile forming on your face. "Are you sure you're okay?" You asked, reaching up with a hand to brush the stray strands of Ken's blond hair away from his forehead, your fingers occasionally grazing his skin. Your fingers lingered longer than intended. You caught yourself lost in the moment, heart racing as you marveled at how soft his hair felt. How come you had never brushed your fingers in his hair until now?

Ken blushed, practically melting as you continued to play with his hair. "Yeah, I'm okay," He chuckled nervously, his words snapping you out of your daze. 

"Good," You replied, your hand leaving his hair as you stood up and offered your hand out for him to take. "I'm really glad you're okay... Because I need someone to be my dance partner at the party tonight.”

‘Oh, right, the party…’ Ken thought, and all the aches and pains on the side of his face disappeared, a smile growing on his lips, “Are you excited?”

“Oh, I am very excited,” You giggled out, not even realizing that you were still holding Ken’s hand. “I love these parties. I get to have fun with all my friends, and I get to spend more time with you.”

Ken’s smile faltered for a second as your words sank in. His plastic heart nearly skipped a beat. “Me too,” He mumbled, trying to hide how much your simple words meant to him. You felt a flutter of hope in your chest as you met his gaze. It felt like the perfect moment - one you had secretly wished for. Ken took a deep breath, his eyes softening, “You know, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…”

Just as he was about to reveal his feelings, another Ken burst onto the scene, grinning widely. “Hey, Ken! Want to play another round?” His voice boomed, shattering the intimate moment between you.

You watched Ken’s gaze shift, frustration flashing across his face briefly. “Uh, yeah, sure!” He replied, the words tumbling out without thought. The smile he forced didn’t quite reach his eyes, and your heart sank a little, sensing the sudden change in mood.

“Maybe you can tell me later?” You asked, and Ken let out a sigh, nodding. You lightly squeezed his hand in yours, “It’s not like I’m going anywhere anytime soon.” You then leaned in and pressed a reassuring kiss to his cheek. The moment your lips touched his skin, Ken’s expression brightened instantly.

“Yeah, I’ll- I’ll tell you later.” He agreed, reluctantly letting his hand slip from yours, and joining the other Kens for the next round of Volleyball.

He’d tell you later…

 ~~~

The party was in full swing, vibrant and alive, just like every gathering in Barbie Land. The glow of several spinning disco balls, sent colorful lights across the large dance floor. Barbies, Kens, Weird Barbie, Allan, and Midge danced to the catchy, upbeat music that filled the air. The synchronized choreography was impressive as ever - each move perfectly timed as everyone twirled, clapped, and laughed together.

Everyone was dressed in a variety of outfits - some in flowing dresses that glittered in the light, while others rocked sharp pantsuits or sleek jumpsuits. Despite what most people in the Real World thought, it wasn’t all pink, either. Splashes of blue, green, yellow - and practically every color of the rainbow popped up among the sea of dancers. Weird Barbie stood out in her eccentric, mismatched outfit, grooving on the dance floor with Midge by her side - who was still pregnant - laughing and enjoying the moment. Allan, meanwhile, stood near the edge, cheering on the crowd, doing little dance moves of his own.

Amidst the party, you stood in a dazzling outfit you borrowed, feeling just a bit out of place, but confident. The fabric shimmed with each sway of your hips as you slipped through the room, eyes searching for one person - Ken. Your Ken. 

When you finally spotted him, facing away, and absorbed in the music, you grinned, sneaking up behind him. With a playful tap on his shoulder, Ken spun around, and the moment his bright, ocean blue eyes landed on you, his smile widened, and for a split second, he looked taken aback.

His eyes scanned you, lingering on your outfit, clearly stunned. Your cheeks flushed under his gaze, “So… What do you think? I borrowed it.” You asked, with a quick spin.

Ken’s eyes sparkled as he took a step closer, “You look incredible. The most beautiful person in the room.”

Warmth flooded your chest at his words, though you tried to play it cool. “Really?” You asked with a soft smile, your voice teasing but a little unsure.

Ken’s gaze lingered on you, and he nodded, his expression softer than you’d ever seen. "Absolutely. I feel like the luckiest Ken in the world just standing here beside you." The sincerity in his voice sent a flutter through your chest, enveloping you in a sense of vulnerability that felt oddly comforting. Ken’s hand hesitated for only a moment before he held it out towards you, his voice a bit more confident this time, “Would you like to dance with me?”

Your lips curved into a grin as you slipped your hand instantly into his, nodding, “I would love to.”

Ken’s smile grew impossibly wide as he led you onto the dance floor. The two of you danced, moving in sync, laughter bubbling between you. With each spin and step, you found yourself sinking deeper and deeper into the comfort of Ken's embrace. His charm enveloped you, his warmth radiated like pure sunshine, and his presence felt like home - wrapping around you in a feeling that was both exhilarating and sweet.

You were having so much fun, and as they say… Time flies when you’re having fun. Before you knew it, two hours had passed in what felt like a heartbeat. Your arms were draped around Ken’s neck, your cheek resting gently against his chest as you both swayed softly side to side, Ken’s hands were around your waist; holding you close. You felt a sense of peace, the weight of the evening’s excitement settling in; your body relaxed into his. You let out a tiny yawn. All this dancing was making you sleepy, but you didn’t want the night to end. The night ending meant you’d have to go home, and that meant leaving Ken.

Ken's chest rose and fell with the deep breaths he tried to control. He was overwhelmed, not by the party, not by the dancing, but by you. Being this close to you, feeling you against him, he thought his plastic heart might burst. Every movement, every soft breath you took, stirred something within him, a deep sense of happiness and absolute adoration.

He gently placed his cheek against the top of your head, closing his eyes. And in that moment, Ken couldn’t imagine wanting anything more than this - just you, in his arms, feeling like the luckiest Ken in the world.

You let out another yawn, this time longer. More noticeable.

Ken paused the gentle swaying, looking down to find your eyes closed, a serene, tired smile gracing your lips. You looked so comfortable in his arms. Raising a hand from your waist, he gently brushed his fingers through your hair, earning a soft sigh from you as your cheek nuzzled into the fabric of his shirt. In that moment, he realized he never wanted to let you go, not now, not ever.

“Hey,” He murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re tired... Do you want to go home?”

“I’m too tired to go home, all the campervans and bikes… Too much work.” You admitted as your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at him, “Can I stay at your house?”

Ken nodded, his heart racing at the thought of you staying with him. “Of course, you can stay at my house,” He said, a smile creeping onto his face. “Do you want me to carry you? So you don’t have to walk anymore? You’ve been dancing all night.”

You sighed, looking up at him as you nodded; he was too sweet. “Piggyback?”

Ken, nodded, “Piggyback.”

You slipped your arms from his neck as he turned around and bent down. Hopping onto his back, you looped your arms back around his neck, his hands grasping your legs to stabilize you.

As Ken began walking toward his mojo dojo casa house, the warmth of you against his back and the sweet scent of your hair, made him feel a sense of euphoria he had never experienced before. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this happy - this connected to someone.

You began to hum the tune that had been playing at the party, a sweet, melodic sound that blended perfectly with the night air. Your exhaustion made everything feel more dreamlike, the world around you beginning to blur. Nestling your face against Ken’s neck, you didn’t notice the way your humming vibrated against his skin, unintentionally sending delightful shivers down his spine.

He then felt you playfully tugging at his hair with a hand, a gentle movement that made him chuckle. “What are you doing back there?” He asked, glancing over his shoulder, a grin plastered on his face.

“Just admiring the softness,” You replied with a sleepy giggle, your eyes barely open. “You have the softest hair, Ken. I could play with it all day.”

His cheeks flushed at your words, and he couldn’t help but smile wider. “I’m glad you think so.”

“Well, it’s true! You’re like… A big fluffy cloud.” Your voice was dreamy, and Ken couldn’t help but feel like he was floating along with you. You continued to run your fingers through his hair, your touch gentle and soothing. “I always have so much fun with you…” You murmured, your words slightly slurred by fatigue. “You make me so happy.”

His smile widened, “You make me so happy too.”

You sighed contentedly, resting your head back against his shoulder. The rhythmic motion of his footsteps and the warmth of his body made you feel the tug of sleep pull at you. As you drifted in and out of consciousness, a thought crossed your mind. “Hey, Ken…” You started, your voice barely above a whisper. “What was it you wanted to say during the volleyball game?”

Ken hesitated as he felt the heat rising in his cheeks. The words felt trapped in his throat. Anxiety crept in, tightening around his chest. He took a shaky breath, summoning all his courage. “Um… It’s just…” He stammered, “I just wanted to say… I like you.” He braced himself for your reaction.

Silence enveloped you both, and Ken’s heart sank, worry gnawing at him. Had he said too much? Was it too soon? Just as doubt threatened to consume him, he heard, “I like you too, Ken.”

“I mean more than like, like ‘I wanna be your boyfriend’ like.” The words left Ken’s mouth before he could fully process them, and at that moment he wanted the world to swallow him whole.

And then you spoke, “I mean more than like too. Like ‘I would love you to be my boyfriend’ like.” There was amusement in your voice, despite how tired you were.

His breath caught in his throat, a mix of disbelief and joy flooding through him. Overwhelmed with so many emotions, he felt happy tears prick at the corners of his eyes, “Really?” He managed to ask, his voice trembling.

“Really.” You replied as you leaned forward slightly and pressed a tender kiss to his jaw - the closest part of his face you could reach from where you were on his back. It was sweet and made his heart swell, melt, and turn to pink goo all at once. “You’re everything to me, Ken.” You murmured, your eyelids growing heavier. 

As you nestled deeper against him, your breathing slowed, and he felt your weight become more relaxed. Ken couldn’t help but smile, “You’re everything to me too.”

The rest of the walk to his mojo dojo casa house went by in a flash. Finding his bedroom, he sat down on the edge of the bed, letting you go. You had somewhat woken up at this point, your hand rubbing your cheek as a sleepy smile graced your lips. Your eyelashes fluttered, watching as Ken dug through his closet, grabbing some clothes of his that you could use as pajamas. 

He placed the light blue sweatpants and a soft T-shirt on the bed beside you, and your heart swelled at the sight of them. You loved how Ken always thought of you.

As he knelt down to help you out of your shoes, you couldn’t help but gaze at him as if he hung the stars in the sky. This moment felt perfect. Ken’s focused expression, the way his fingers brushed against your ankle, made your heart race in a way you never expected; your fingers instantly went back into his hair, you just couldn’t get enough.

Once your shoes were off, he grabbed his own pajamas and glanced back at you with a shy smile. “Uh, do you want to change in the bathroom or here?” He said softly, his cheeks tinged with pink; shuffling his foot against the floor.

“Here is good.” You nodded, and Ken nodded back.

“I'll change in the bathroom then. Uh, be right back.” He spoke, before leaving you to change.

“Okay,” You muttered, watching him go before you then quickly changed into his clothes, reveling in how soft and comfortable they felt against your skin. You were dreading the morning, not wanting to return them. But, oh, who were you kidding? He probably wasn’t going to get them back. 

When Ken came back up to the bedroom, wearing only his pair of black sweats, he paused momentarily in the doorway, his breath hitching at the sight of you in his clothes. He smiled warmly, his eyes softening as he looked at you. “You know,” He said quietly, almost as if thinking out loud, “My clothes suit you better than they do me. Maybe I should just let you keep them.”

“I have no objections to that.” You teased lightly, making Ken chuckle - almost shyly - his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. 

“Well, uh, I’ll be on the couch if you need me-”

“Ken,” You interrupted, you tilted your head, “You could sleep next to me.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, his eyes brightening with hope.

“Yes, of course. Now, come here.” You replied, tapping the bed with your hand, “I want cuddles.” With a grin that lit up his whole face, Ken turned to the side, fist-bumping the air - letting out a little ‘yes’ - before he climbed into bed beside you; you both pulled the cozy blanket up over your bodies. As the fabric settled around you, you noticed the playful pattern of horses galloping across it, making your tired smile widen at the sight. Flipping onto your side, your eyes met his, “Goodnight, Ken.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” He replied, feeling a wave of overwhelming happiness wash over him as he wrapped a tentative arm around you. As he did, you instinctively curled into him, your head resting against his bare chest, arms around his waist.

And as you both drifted off to sleep, Ken couldn't shake the blissful smile on his face, hoping that when he woke up that you'd still be wrapped up in his arms, proving that this wasn't all just a dream.

~~~

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[shari-berri]

Ken would 110% say “This one’s for you Barbie”, shoot the basketball, and end up knocking himself out somehow

[boypied]

himbo!ken is absolutely obsessed with you and your love for his muscles. The way you'd do anything he asked of you if he just subtly flexed his biceps, sometimes Ken does it intentionally, but sometimes it's just like a reflex. “You like that baby?” he mumbles out quietly in your ear as your hands grope across his arm, feeling his bicep bulge between your grasp. “I love you.” You mumble back as you trail kisses along his bicep as he chuckles as it tickles slightly.

“You're such a himbo.” You say with a smirk on your face, and Ken's face contorts with confusion. He shrugs off your comment that he didn't really understand but doesn't care that much as he throws his head back, feeling your lips part and suck on his bulging arms, leaving a love-bite. Your hands trail up his body to push open his denim jacket as you feel his perfectly sculpted abs, your eyes flutter back just from the feeling of your fingers dipping in and out of each crevice.

Himbo Ken will always put your pleasure first. Watching your eyes roll back and body quiver in intensive pleasure is what he needs to get off. He loves watching you ride him. That is his utmost favourite sex position that you both do together. Ken loves watching your cock flop around while it's at its hardest state. Another thing that he loves about you riding him is that you always, ALWAYS cum hands free. Squriting your load all over his beautifully sculpted body.

Ken knows that you're the love of his life, he knows that he won't ever find anyone better than you. You're the full package that he needs; perfect boyfriend, perfect in sex, you both have a lot in common. A lot of people wouldn't expect someone like yourself would end up with the sexiest himbo known to man. “I'm just Ken.” he says to you confidently and you just smirk because of how often he says this, you don't comment on it though because he tends to repeat himself without actually realising it.

[gudfornuthin]

Ken: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Barbie: Sure!

Barbie: Whats your favorite color?

Ken, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you love me?

[fairyvtale]

I’ve been obsessed w the movie since seeing it! Could you write something for ryan gosling Ken! where reader (a Barbie lol) compliments him on something and he then start’s following her around like a puppy and she invites him over for a sleepover (Barbie’s never miss girls night but she’ll miss it for him) just fluff maybe some cuddles with Ken having his hair played w and some kisses I just need to give him some love thank you <3

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ you are Kenough

ryan gosling! ken x f! reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

IT was a pretty normal day in the barbieland. you were chilling at the beach with your best friend, — allan. it isn’t surprising that you spend almost every second with him; you didn’t expect that it was going to change anytime soon. right now, you and allan were "drinking" your colorful drinks with paper umbrellas as decorations. it was a beautiful day (to be honest, every day in barbieland was just perfect).

“hi barbie!” you heard ken calling your name as you just smiled at him and waved.

“hi ken!” you have always liked Ken; he was hilarious, and sometimes he could be really sweet. “i really like your outfit today, ken, it suits you.” you smiled nicely, being honest with him.

“thank you, barbie, you also look pretty” he said, and you only smiled shyly at his compliment. allan sent you a surprised look because he didn’t know that you would like Ken. maybe it was fear that he would lose you (of course it wasn’t true). but at the same time, you knew that he was supporting.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

barbie doesn’t knew that it was only the beginning.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AFTER this situation, Ken started to be your shadow; he was in every place you were. he always wanted to make you happy with compliments and sweet gestures. other barbies also found it sweet because he was just the perfect ken for you.

today was girls night at the stereotypical barbie’s dream house. you loved them, and you always have the best time with all barbies. but today you wanted to spend time alone with ken, you loved sleepovers with allan, so why don't you do it with ken instead? you find Ken standing on the beach doing nothing, so you come to him and poke his arm to get his attention.

“hi barbie! how are you?” he asked as you smiled at him.

“i’m doing fine, thank you. i was wondering if you want to have a sleepover with me today?” you asked him, wishing that he would say ‘yes’.

“as a girlfriend and boyfriend?” he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. you nodded excitedly, and he instantly agreed.

“what will we do as a boyfriend and girlfriend?” ken asked you as you two walked to your house.

“we can hold hands, we can kiss our cheeks, and we can cuddle,” you answered as he smiled at you sweetly, grabbed your hand, and kissed your cheek as you smiled flatter.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

YOU two were at your house, sitting on your bed under the pink fluffy blanket. you knew that you skipped the girls' night, but you were happy to lay and cuddle with ken, and girls night was every night, so you could spend this one time doing something else.

you closed your eyes and placed your head on ken’s torso.

“i love to be your girlfriend, ken” you admitted with a shy smile.

“and i love to be your boyfriend, barbie” he said happily.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

it was so nice to write it, cause it’s just a fluff and ryan as a ken was incredible!

i hope you liked it!

[dropitpunk]

dating and giving ken his first kiss headcanons

ken x gn!reader

cw: spoiler free, himbo ken, jealous ken, sweet and short.

he's not very sure what to do or how to approach this subject.

things have been getting serious between you two, more pda around other barbies and kens and weekly beach dates have been filling up your calendar.

ken thinks your face is just too pretty and that you're too sweet. he's always saying more to himself than to you, "i really love to be your boyfriend, i wish i could be around you all the time."

but he really, really wishes he could just... touch his lips with yours.

ken doesn't really understand why he feels that urge so strongly every time he's around you, even if other kens or even allan explain to him that couples just do that.

he's very jealous of other kens, and he certainly doesn't like others talking about you or your relationship.

his goal is to be the perfect boyfriend for you. he expends extra time trying to get the perfect tan and the perfect amount of gel on his hair. ken's day is only good when you compliment him.

ken is constantly trying to find excuses to be around you. you need help trying to find the perfect outfit for the day? he's there in a second. you don't need help for anything at all? well, he's also there.

talking about outfits, he's always going to match with you and he makes sure of it. he thinks about how pretty you are gonna look every night before he goes to sleep.

gets very mad if any of the kens is wearing the same color as you. he is your boyfriend and only him should look like he belongs in a couple with you.

ken is very supportive of you when you play any sport in the beach, he's cheering your name and holding signs with cheesy lines and big hearts.

ken even tries to teach you how to surf, even if he isn't really the best at it. you two just stay in the sand and hold hands, smiling and laughing with all the other barbies and kens.

"this rock just reminds me of your eyes. just so round and big. it's for you," he says with emotion in his voice, extending the palm that was holding it to you.

"thanks, ken." you smiled, grateful and content.

he smiled proudly and nodded, "you're welcome."

he also loves especially when you drive him around in barbieland cause he gets to hold your hand and just look at your beautiful focused eyes all the time.

"can i come to your house today? i'm thinking we could have a sleepover." ken asks as he crosses his fingers and hope for your answer.

you immediately agree and he cheers, sending a thumbs up to the other kens that were watching excitedly.

you're wearing matching pajamas and brushing his hair when he suddenly turns to you, eyes shining with clear uncertainty.

"can i ask you something important?" ken surprises you with the seriousness in his voice.

"of course, ken." you drop the brush and squeeze his biceps in encouragement.

he gulps, subconsciously leaning into you, "what would you do if i kissed you?"

your eyes widened and you thought about it only for a second.

"i would kiss you back," you said and smiled, face closer to his.

"oh, okay then." he closed his eyes and pursed his lips, waiting for you with a tilt of his head.

you mindlessly leaned in and softly touched your lips with his, feeling ken smile against your mouth. the contact was innocent, and ken kept caressing the inside of your wrist.

ken's days from that moment were only good if you kissed him in the morning.

a/n: this is so silly but i'm just a ryan gosling silly girl

[notyourhetloki]

From prompt list “I’m going to ruin you” after Ken has learned about bodily anatomy after his venture into the real world and he says this to fem reader (or gn if you prefer!), and decides it’s finally time to get your attention off that other Ken once and for all (which, of course, the reader has never cared about that “other Ken” anyway)

feel good (Ken x Reader)

Reader: gender neutral

/NSFW Ken x Doll!Reader/

A/N: Heey! Thanks for requesting! THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN like... you're a genius. Hope you like it! Prompt list mentioned: here's the link

Warnings: very smutty, dolls have genitals in this one, reader is implied to have a vagina but I don't describe it much (it's still gn!), possessive Ken, maybe a bit ooc, reader's virginity is mentioned.

Word Count: 1.1k

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In his venture into the Real World, Ken learned very interesting things like the patriarchy, horses, and most importantly... sex.

See, the dolls in Barbieland knew they had genitals but it was never something they actually used often (if ever). They knew the basics of human anatomy but... nothing as throughout as what Ken had discovered.

Magazines, books, even videos of sex were readily available, all accessible to a very naive Ken who let everything get to his head.

Arriving home to Barbieland, Ken began getting these thoughts... if sex was so good after all, why not try it with you, the person he loved the most? The thoughts were pure enough at the beginning, but it all went to shit when he saw you...

Sitting next to Simu!Ken, you were laughing and chatting along. You both seemed to be having fun and Ken hated that, a gut-wrenching sensation of pure jealousy taking over his entire body.

Without thinking, Ken immediately walked over to you, grabbing you by the wrist and waving a sarcastic goodbye to the other Ken. You were surprised, but happy nonetheless. "Ken! You're back! I'm so happy you returned, love... But where are you taking me?"

He didn't answer, only marching towards your house until you were in your living room. Ken released the grip on your wrist and turned to face you.

He looked... different. He had a stern but mischievous look on his face, his pupils blown out making his baby blue eyes look darker, hair messy... He looked feral. "Ken..."

"I'm going to ruin you..." He whispered, taken by a mixture of jealousy and arousal. You looked so good... and you were his.

You didn't know what to make of his statement, feeling heat run through your body as he looked at you like a meal... he had never looked at you like that before.

"Sit down." Ken calmly said, and you promptly obliged. Sat on the sofa, he held your chin up so you looked at him as he said: "I'm going to make you feel so good... I promise."

Then, he kneeled. Moving his hands to your waistband, he looked up asking for permission and you agreed (even if a little confused).

Ken took your pants off, removing your underwear with it. You gasped a bit, not expecting any of it. His hands grazed on your thighs, opening them up so he could get a good look at you.

"Don't be shy, (Y/N)... you're so beautiful." Ken said before diving in between your legs, kissing your inner thighs, making you shiver. "K-Ken... what are-" Suddenly, you were cut out by a wave of pleasure that dominated your chore. He was kissing you... down there. And you didn't know why it felt this good.

Ken continued kissing, licking, and sucking... It was obviously his first time but he was doing his best, and he knew exactly where your most sensitive spot was... not neglecting it for a moment.

Sounds were coming out of your mouth and you honestly couldn't care about neighbors, moaning loudly when Ken hit that sweet spot... you felt out of orbit, taken completely by pleasure.

Tightness began building in your belly, like a bomb ready to explode, you were scared but nothing could take you out of this moment. "Ken, p-please... don't stop..."

And he didn't, working fiercely to make you orgasm... he wanted to taste you in his mouth, to be the first one to make you cum.

As you felt his lips and tongue moving, the tightness suddenly released. Waves of pleasure washed over you while you moaned his name. You felt dumb with the feeling, overwhelmed by so many sensations all at once.

Ken got up with a smile, feeling real proud of himself "See? I told you I would make you feel good! Now... it's my turn."

He took his pants off in one single swift motion, revealing his hard cock to you. Damn, he was hot... and you wanted to pleasure him too. "Ken... I-I want to learn how to make you feel good as well..."

His eyes grew wide, taken aback by your sudden confession (yes he was still insecure about you, even though you had just let him eat you out lol). "Oh, doll..." Ken softly said before kissing you, tender but slightly possessive... he was desperate at that point.

After the kiss, he carefully positioned you to kneel on the couch with your back facing him, legs spread slightly apart enough so he could slot himself in between. Ken massaged your back while teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock.

After you gave him consent, he slowly got inside you, careful to not hurt. It was quite off rhythm at first, Ken groaned while feeling so overwhelmed with you around him. But as soon as you both got comfortable... things escalated.

Ken fucked you quickly like an animal, completely desperate and needy. He was inside you, the first to ever be inside you! He felt possessive, moaning and groaning as he grabbed on your thighs and waist, pulling lightly on your hair as he cried into your ear: "You're mine, you're mine..."

"Ah, Ken! Ah..." You whined as his pace quickened even more, his dick inside you so deep hitting sweet spots you didn't even know you had, stretching you oh so deliciously.

"Yes! Please! Hmm... so good!" You hummed in approval, and the more praise you gave, the messier it got. Ken seemed to get off on your words, rolling his hips into you harder the more you spoke and driving you crazy. Eventually, you started moving your own hips to meet his thrusts, and that sight... he began getting erratic just from looking at you.

Not long after, Ken cummed inside you. Head tilted back, moaning your name and holding your waist for dear life. He never imagined it could be this good.

Plastic hearts racing, you both hugged each other as you laid on the sofa. Ken had his head on your chest, resting as he regained composure. "See? You're mine now..." He said between breaths.

"But, Ken... I've always been yours." You reassured him, running your fingers through his blonde hair. "You're the only one for me."

He turned his face upwards to look at you with teary eyes, admiring your face before reaching and kissing you desperately. Tears ran down his face as he kissed you, and you wiped them clean with your hands.

After Ken calmed down, you two sat side by side on the couch while you wondered: "What was that, by the way? The... the things you did, the way it made me feel..."

"Oh... yeah, there are a lot of things I'd like to show you! Things I learned in the Real World... that was one of them." Ken grinned while holding your hand, soothing you before continuing: "I've never done anything like it before, either... but I wanted to try it with you."

You couldn't help but smile, squeezing his hands while being so happy he trusted you like that. "Well, I'm glad that I'm yours, then..."

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[therealdaydreamstark]

Ryan Gosling is very handsome.

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That’s the post.

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[ken-dom]

Stay Quiet, Stay Near, Stay Close

Colt Seavers x gn!reader

2.2k words

∘₊✧ Summary: You help Colt unwind with a hot bath and a massage.

Can be read as a part two to my previous Colt fic or can be standalone.

∘₊✧ Author’s notes: I don’t know what it is about Colt Seavers (particularly with long hair) that makes me desperately want to soothe him via handjob but here you have the second version of exactly that — unlikely to be the last! @heresthestorymorningglory was my partner in crime as usual and gave me the perfect Colt song for the title, from Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional.

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: nsfw, hot bath, hair washing, massage, handjob, praise, crying, before during and aftercare!! Long hair Colt!

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Even beneath the shimmering softness of warm, soapy bath water, Colt’s body lays heavily against yours as he sinks further into your safe, massaging hands.

With your legs either side of his waist and his back to your chest, you can feel every breath he takes, slow and steady. It’s kind of like a physical meditation that soothes you from the outside in, and you wonder how heavy you’ve become, too, while you’ve been soothing his aches away.

His head rests, lolling in the crook of your neck with long damp strands of blonde sticking to your flesh among the rising steam, slightly darker where the tips have met the water.

Kneading the flesh at his broad shoulders in a soothing rhythm, you bite your lip to resist the urge to let your fingers wander. You want to slide them further down his muscular arms and caress those firm contours, but that would be purely for your own pleasure and this is about Colt.

You can’t quite see his face from here, just a glimpse of his handsome profile out of the corner of your eye, but you can hear the infrequent little catches of breath and feel the way he tenses up for a moment every time he bites back a moan.

You can see the rest of his body clearly enough though, golden in the warmth of the candlelight. His slowly rising and falling chest, his knees protruding from beneath the bubbles where his legs are spread, feet planted firmly beside yours. And you can see the way his body is reacting to your touch; as your eyes drag over his form again, you notice his fingers tighten their grip around the rim of the bathtub.

‘Huhng-’ he grunts, knuckles turning white.

‘Sorry,’ you breathe, withdrawing your fingers and gradually resuming the more measured pace you’d set before letting yourself get carried away with his big strong arms carrying you and the way his muscles might flex as he touches you, and accidentally pressed your thumbs just a little too sharply into his shoulders.

‘S’alright,’ he slurs, dropped against you again, far too relaxed to bother much about separating words unnecessarily. ‘Felt good.’

Oh.

Despite sharing a hot bathtub, your naked bodies pressed together under hot, steamy water, you’re very aware that you’re here because you’re trying to help him relax, to ease his pain and hopefully to get a good night’s sleep. But the way your body reacted to those two innocent words that dripped off his tongue like warm honey — Felt good —  isn’t exactly conducive to focussing solely on Colt’s shoulder tension.

You close your eyes and recompose yourself.

‘You… want me to do that again?’ you offer, hands hovering, and Colt nods his approval with a quiet hum.

Watching his hands closely, you dig the pads of your thumbs firmly above his shoulder blades, loosening the knots you can feel there with a little more force than before. You feel him jolt as you work them out, and see his knuckles turn white again as his fingers grip the edge of the tub.

And you hear him moan.

Oh no.

You know Colt’s moans exceptionally well. They’re always so loud and unrestrained, and you’re surprised he’s lasted this long through a massage without one or two escaping until now. No mistake, you want to hear them – of course you do! But you’re not sure how good of a job you’ll make of soothing him for a restful night when all you can think about is the way he sounds when you pleasure him.

Please him, you correct yourself.

Then again. Perhaps that would help…

You slow the rhythmic circles to a stop. It’s reluctant, but necessary if you’re going to at least attempt to concentrate. You can always return to rubbing steady patterns into his supple flesh as he lays in bed beside you later. With that in mind, you grab the shampoo bottle to move things along.

‘Scalp next, handsome,’ you say softly, mindful that he’s already somewhat of a puddle and the last thing he needs is a bolt of your over-enthusiasm at getting your fingers tangled in his luscious hair.

‘Mmmh,’ he hums, not even bothering to nod this time. He can feel himself melting against you, feel how heavy he must be becoming while he actually feels like he’s floating.

You wonder if washing his hair will finally send him off to sleep and you’ll have to drag him out of the bath after somehow managing to slide yourself out from underneath his burly frame… but whatever. He needs it, it’s working, let him have it. Worry about the rest later, post-hair wash and scalp massage.

You squeeze out a dollop of shampoo, warming it between your palms, sliding your fingers from the nape of his neck and up, deliberate and so sensual that Colt begins to hum again. It’s a little more high pitched this time. Whiny.

He shivers against you, skin prickling with tingles, and with some effort, he lifts his head to allow you the space to continue exactly what you’re doing. Don’t stop, he thinks, but he isn’t sure how to say it out loud. Maybe he is saying it? He can’t quite tell. It doesn’t matter. You’re not stopping. He knows you won’t stop as long as he needs it. 

A low groan drags from his throat, though, head as heavy in your hands now as his torso feels against yours, and his hair tangles around your fingers as they drag, slow and mesmerising, over his scalp. Another little moan.

You allow your eyes to drag over what you can see of his body again. As a treat. The way the light dances on the contours of his chest, those husky arms, the tip of his thick cock appearing from beneath the bathwater…

Oh.

‘B-blended… ice…’

You’re brought back to your senses by Colt’s incoherent muttering, realising that your fingernails are scraping quite harshly against his scalp, but he mustn’t mind it too much because there’s still a low groan lacing his stuttered words.

‘Spicy…’

Margaritas. He’s putty in your hands, achingly hard, and muttering about margaritas. 

This is the man you adore. And he needs you.

You rinse the shampoo away as best you can at this angle, and reach for the conditioner, squeezing a helping onto your palm.

‘Wanna make margaritas later?’ he drawls. It's the most coherent he’s sounded since insisting that you use the neroli and amber bath bubbles he likes, but that was before climbing into the tub and immediately melting, mind and body, against you.

Even Colt isn’t sure where his question came from because all he can think about now is how he wants your hands, soft, clever, precise hands, between his thighs now instead. Another question he isn’t sure how to translate from hazy thought to speech. But margaritas, sure. That appears out of nowhere.

Maybe he isn’t sleepy at all but just… zen? Random thoughts he matches up with feeling close to you spilling out while he feels safe enough to let them?

‘I think we can stretch to margaritas if you’re not too relaxed to sit up,’ you appease him.

‘Mmh. I’ll manage.’

‘You sure about that?’

You finally allow a hand to glide down over his chest, soft from the steam, and rest it at his belly where the water gently laps against your movements.

Your breath catches in your throat at how firm he feels under your palm, the way he trembles just slightly as your hand travels lower. The way he whines.

His breath catches at the exact same moment; your touch sending tingles coursing down to his core. The hazy air thickens in the split second that you both freeze, and he grits his teeth, seeming to regain some coherence now you’re doing exactly what he wanted. Kind of embarrassing though, right? To get a hardon from a scalp massage and the way your fingers pulled at the long strands in the process…

‘Was kinda hoping you wouldn’t notice.’

‘Pretty hard not to,’ you reply under your breath, but he hears you and you can practically feel his smirk. ‘You know, I’ve heard that hair conditioner has some excellent… other uses.’

‘Oh?’

You slide your other arm around his waist, revealing your palmful of the silky product.

‘Trust me?’

‘Yeah-hhhnnng-’

Your fingers close around his length, conditioner-covered palm coating the half of him visible above the water. He shifts to reveal more and you begin to stroke, long and slow, kneading lightly, just as you had with his aching muscles.

But it’s easier to massage with the addition of this impromptu aid, the thick, glossy liquid allowing your hand to glide over his skin with ease.

‘Feel good?’ You press your mouth to his neck, keeping the pace of your slicked up hand steady as your tongue slips from between your lips and drags over the sensitive flesh, lips closing now and again to nip at his skin and feel him shudder.

His cock twitches inside your grip, strong enough that you can feel it begging you to jerk him faster before his blissed out brain catches up and he moans, ‘Please- please-’

He’s bucking his hips enough that the gentle lapping of the water escalates to loud sloshing against the sides of the tub and hot, scented water splashes over onto the floor, steaming puddles quickly cooling against the tiles.

Every laboured breath Colt takes in is exhaled laced with a grunt or a low whimper, echoing around the room and surrounding you both with the sounds of his pleasure. It’s turning desperate though, and you don’t want him desperate. You want him to enjoy the journey, ride it out with nothing but bliss.

‘Shhh,’ you soothe him, working the heel of your other palm over his shoulder again as you stroke his cock in the same rhythm. ‘It’s ok. Tell me what you need.’

The combination of the soothing touch at his shoulder and the electric touch lower down – the one setting something ablaze in his gut – is driving Colt wild.

You can feel it radiating from his pores and don’t require a verbal response to decipher what he needs. He needs exactly this, until he doesn’t anymore. And then he’ll need you.

‘You need to cum, don’t you, baby? Is that it?’

Colt’s head drops back against your shoulder, heavy again as the tension that’s been coiling, hot in his gut, subsides with the increased speed of your hand and the languid swipes of your thumb over his steadily leaking tip.

He manages a low hum, and you don’t push it. You could carry on, slow your hand back down and force him to use words, to beg, before you’ll allow his release. But that’s not the point of this, and it’s not what you want. You want him sated and comforted and safe. 

‘It’s alright, let go for me,’ you coo, and without a beat, he does, a thick creamy rope splattering up over his chest and dripping down, mingling into the bath water.

A growl tears from his throat as his peak hits, tapering off into a weak little whimper, and he slumps, his weight almost crushing you if it wasn’t for the small volume of water still in the tub with you. Colt wonders if you’ll notice the tears dropping into it.

You do, but you say nothing. In another position, you’d have wiped his cheeks, so instead you file it away.

You manage to release the bath plug with your foot, letting the water drain as you hoist him forward and upward, clumsily reaching around for a jug of fresh, warm water to rinse the both of you off. Untangling your bodies, already sweaty from shared heat, you climb out and wrap yourself and then him in a fluffy towel and help him climb out of the tub.

Colt’s legs feel wobbly, and his head is spinning a little as his blood finds its way back from his core to his extremities. The heat of the water he’s been soaking in for probably too long isn’t doing much to help matters. He feels woozy, but still safe.

Before he knows it, you’ve dried him off, guided him onto his bed, plumped his pillows to support his back, and slipped his favorite joggers on for him. He can’t remember if he saw you bothering with underwear, and he doesn’t care. He can feel aftershocks in his soft cock, and it’s reassuring, somehow.

You realise as you sit on the edge of the bed that you didn’t actually condition his hair. You’re careful not to cause any knots where it’s still wet as you brush through it for him. It doesn’t matter. Next time, you will, if the feel or smell of it doesn’t get him too excited and distract you both again.

Colts whole body feels incredibly silky against the fabrics, and he can’t remember ever feeling quite this good as he wriggles against the sheets, settling in. 

‘Still want that margarita?’ you tease, and with his eyelids too heavy to keep open now, he just huffs a gentle laugh and lets sleep wash over him.

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine Ken getting jealous when another Ken compliments you

It was another perfect day in Barbieland as everyone gathered around the beach to enjoy the sun shining brightly in the sky and the cool ocean breeze that drifted through the air. A majority of the Barbies and Kens had decided to spend some time at the beach to fully bask in the nice weather.

Leaning against the life tower’s railing with Ken, Beach Ken watched the volleyball game before him with keen interest as you, Writer Barbie, and President Barbie played against Physicist Barbie, Doctor Barbie, and Stereotypical Barbie in a very close match. Doctor Barbie hit the ball back over the net, and President Barbie quickly moved toward the ball and bumped it into the air. Running to reach the ball, you jump up and spike it to the other side of the net where the other Barbies were too slow to make it to the ball on time, causing it to fall onto the sand.

“That was such a good spike, Barbie!” He calls out to you, a broad smile on his face as he waves his arm frantically, trying to catch your attention so he can belt out more praises for you. However, his smile quickly turns into a frown as you don’t seem to notice his compliment due to Ken, his long-time rival.

With narrowed eyes, he watches as Ken makes his way from the side of the volleyball court to you. He's too far to make out what Ken is saying but based on his rival's grin and the hand you rest on his bicep, it's not something he likes. With a huff, Ken marches down the life tower ramp. Spotting a surfboard against the tower, his eyes brighten as an idea pops into his head.

"Hey Barbie," He called out to you, feeling more confident about his idea when you turn away his the other Ken to look at him, his rival sporting a deep frown. "Check me out."

Seeing you nod to him, signaling that he had your full attention, Ken takes hold of the surfboard and takes a deep breath before sprinting toward the water. Sadly, his effort to impress you with a surfing trick fail as he crashed into the ocean wave. Bouncing off it, he and his surfboard are launched into the air where he crashes onto the tan sand.

An echo of shocked gasps is heard throughout the beach as you and Doctor Barbie rush toward Ken. "Hi Barbie," Ken says as you crouch down beside him, you rub his shoulder in an attempt to soothe him and distract him from any pain he felt. Butterflies fill his stomach at the motion as you stare at him with great concern.

"Let's get you up on your feet, okay?" Taking hold of his forearm, you and Doctor Barbie carefully help him stand back up as a crowd begins to form around you three. When he's right up again, you move his arm onto your shoulders and wrap an arm around his waist to help support his weight. You gesture for the crowd to part and they quickly follow your directions before you begin helping Ken slowly make his way to the pink vehicle. "Let's head over to the ambulance so Doctor Barbie can fix you right up."

Looking back to the dispersing crowd, he spots Ken staring at him with narrowed eyes, his frown having only grown larger. Ken shoots his rival a smug grin before turning back to look at you. "I wanted to show you a cool trick."

"It's okay." You give him a bright smile. "You can show me next time."

The unpleasantness that Ken felt earlier vanishes as his day becomes perfect now that your attention is focused solely on him.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Mi Casa Es Su Casa - Ryan!Ken X Female (Barbie) Reader

Title: Mi Casa Es Su Casa

Ryan!Ken X Female (Barbie) Reader

Additional Characters: Kens (mentioned), Allan (Mentioned), and Barbies (Mentioned)

WC: 1,234

Warnings: Happy tears, first kiss, nervous Ken, mini angst, cuteness overload, and fluff

In your Dream House, you sat next to Ken as you both watched 'Ocean's 8' on your big, flat-screen TV. It was a great movie, full of good feminine energy. But Ken sat beside you on your pink couch, eyes glued to the screen, gasping whenever something awesome happened. It was mighty adorable. And you sat content beside him, leaning into his side, his arm over your shoulders and your head on his arm.

"This is such a good movie!" Ken exclaimed as you smiled softly up at him before looking back at the movie yourself. 

“It is, isn’t it?” You replied softly, highly enjoying the movie.

For the past couple of weeks though, you've been hyping yourself up to ask Ken a very important question. After eight months of dating, you knew that you were ready to ask him to move in with you. You were a bit nervous, but you knew he'd say 'yes.' Ken stayed over at your Dream House more often than not. He basically lived with you at this point. If he wasn't with you, out and about or at your Dream House, he was at Beach with his other Ken - and Allan - buddies. 

And Ken, being the incredibly attentive and caring boyfriend he was, somehow noticed that something was going on with you; turning to look down with his soft blue eyes that you couldn’t get enough of. You smiled back shyly up at him. "Are you alright?" He asked, and you nodded, taking Ken's hand in yours. 

"Ken? Do you want to move in with me?" The words came easily now that you were saying them aloud for the first time. The smile on your lips faltered slightly though as you stared at Ken, who looked shocked beyond belief. His wide eyes flicked between yours and your hand wrapped around his. He didn't answer for a moment before nodding rapidly, and both of you broke out into huge smiles; relieved and overjoyed.

Tears welled up in his eyes, "This could be our house?" He asked, and you nodded, giggling lightly as you reached up to touch his cheek gently, wiping the tears away with the pad of your thumb. 

"Yes, if you want it-" You weren't even able to finish your sentence before Ken engulfed you in a massive hug and buried his face in your neck, letting out little whimpers of happiness against your skin. You wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, resting your chin on his shoulder as you hugged him back.

"Of course I do!" He said, voice muffled by your neck. "It's our house." He continued, tightening his grip around you. You giggled softly again, pulling back to look up at him.

"Our Mojo Dojo Casa Dream House." You added with a soft sigh, making Ken seemingly stutter out his own shaky breath, his teary blue eyes widening at your statement; he was so overwhelmed by his love for you. You knew how proud he was of his old Mojo Dojo Casa House, so why not add a bit to your house title to make it more his as well?

His hands in yours, Ken couldn't stop looking at you with what you could only say were 'heart eyes,' as he just smiled at you, "I really want to kiss you right now." At his words, both of you froze momentarily. A small, awkward silence washed over the both of you. Believe it or not, neither of you had kissed yet, and you weren't sure how to proceed. The two of you just sat there, staring at one another. Ken broke his gaze from yours first, staring down at his lap with a frown, "I'm sorry, I ruined everything."

Shaking your head adamantly, you pulled his hands in yours closer to you, scooting closer to him; your knees brushing his. "No, no, Ken. You didn't ruin anything." You assured him, your thumbs rubbed circles on his knuckles, "I would love to kiss you, but I've never kissed anyone before..." You confessed quietly, glancing down at where their joined hands rested on your thighs.

You glanced back up to see what he might be thinking. He was watching you intently like you hung all the stars in the sky. "I haven't kissed anyone either..." He admitted softly, and you felt butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach. 

"Not even with Barbie?" You asked, knowing about his previous sort of relationship with the Stereotypical Barbie who had gone to the Real World a long while ago.

Ken shook his head, "Not even with Barbie," He answered and a couple shakes of his head, sounding kind of forlorn.

You shuffled in your seat slightly, feeling a bit more nervous than usual, "Well, if you want, we can kiss. I just want to make sure with you that this is something that you want. No matter what, I don't want to push past any boundaries that you may have."

Ken nodded, understandingly, "I appreciate that," He told you, his plastic heart warming at how considerate of his feelings you were, "But I've been wanting to kiss you for a long time." He gave you a soft smile, and you returned it, though still hesitant to take the first step forward. The two of you continued to sit there, gazing upon one another, until Ken spoke up again, "So, how do we go about this?" He asked, and you shrugged a shoulder.

"Maybe we should just go for it?" You asked, more as a question than an answer, but Ken nodded anyway, agreeing.

"Good idea, just go for it." He repeated, before the both of you closed your eyes, puckered up, and leaned forward. Your lips met halfway in a simple peck, the contact fleeting, but amazingly sweet for a first kiss. When you pulled away, both of you were smiling brightly, giddy with excitement. "Wow," He chuckled, grinning at you. "That was magical."

"Yeah... It definitely was." You agreed, laughing softly. "We should do this more often." You suggested, and Ken nodded enthusiastically.

Cuddled up together on your couch, you and Ken completely forgot about the movie, taking time to plan out how to decorate your Mojo Dojo Casa Dream House together. From adding in Ken's new closet and putting up some horse paintings and pictures, and with the addition of a few new furniture pieces to make the place feel more homey for both you and Ken. You couldn't stop the adoring smile on your face as Ken spoke, watching the bright toothy grin on his face and the way his eyes lit up as he asked if he could get a lava lamp.  

Agreeing to the lava lamp, you gently squeezed Ken's hand in yours, which he then returned before watching as he brought your intertwined hands up to his face, brushing your hand against his cheek lovingly; his eyes closing blissfully. As you both began to plan out your upcoming time together, living in the same home, you couldn't help the bubbly, warm feeling in your chest. And as you looked over at Ken, the way his eyes were sparkling, his blonde hair ruffling lightly as he grinned from ear to ear, you found you couldn't contain your smile.

All in all, you couldn't wait to see what the future would hold for the both of you in your shared Mojo Dojo Case Dream House.

[stanfanfiction]

Masterlist

Hey all! For now I’ve only written Ken x reader fics (and they are ongoing) but wanted to go ahead and get my masterlist page started. I do accept requests so let me know if there’s any fun ideas you’d like me to consider!! I’ll be updating anytime a new fic is posted :) thank you all SO much for all the insane love, and so fast!

Ken (Barbie) (ongoing)

Taste of You - Ken x fem!reader, 18+ only

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Two.Five

Chapter Three

Chapter Three.Five

Chapter Four

Chapter Four.Five

Chapter 4.5 (BONUS)

Chapter Five

Chapter Five.Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Six.Five

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight (coming soon)

Requests are currently open

[cyberstrm]

ken being affectionate

cws: none!

a/n: baby

loves hugs. just wants to touch you. always. will sneak behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and squeeze

loves lying in bed and being held, a hand in his hair, stroking it gently

always asking for kisses, leaning forward and staring at your lips,,,,,, hnfkckd

picks you up all the time. scoops you into his arms just to hold and appreciate you. but will totally put you down when you ask <3

also enjoys being picked up,,, he loves uppies!!

you go on dates every night. movies, walks, time at the beach. he just wants to be around you all the time

pet names. so many pet names. 'babe', 'sweetheart', 'puppy' <33

likes having you on his lap and vice versa WAA

plays with your hair, hands, clothes, everything

holds your hand literally all the time. 24/7.

hnggg very good kisser. loves a good make-out. holding your face and really going for it. pinning you against a wall,,,, yes

says 'i love you' every 5 minutes and gets all pouty if you don't say it back

[gudfornuthin]

Computer: Please enter a password.

Ken: *types in Barbie*

Computer: Your password is too weak.

Ken: How fucking DARE YOU-

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Yandere Kencanons

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

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

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

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

And that was enough for him.

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

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

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

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

Of course, by none other than Ken Carson.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Speaking of, you are basically Ken’s property.

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

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

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

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

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

"What about...this coat?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He steps towards you. You step back.

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

Your legs hit the edge of the bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Loves a cuddle; goes stupid crazy for them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know not to push it with Ken.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ You’re Barbie

margot robbie! barbie x f!reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

AS a kid, you loved barbies dolls; you had every single one. it was your childhood. you always wanted to look like barbie, have perfect skin, and have this many clothes. even as an adult, you still watch barbie movies because you want to forget about the world and be happy for a few hours.

you had a stereotypically boring life: a boring job, an evil boss, almost no friends, etc. you wanted to live an exciting lifestyle, but you just couldn’t. also you had very low self-confidence, so that was the reason why you didn’t change your life because you thought that you didn’t deserve that.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

right now, you're sitting on the bench, waiting for the bus. it was a pretty normal day, but suddenly you felt someone was looking at you. you looked at the blonde haired girl who was smiling at you. forcing a smile, you felt a little confused. ‘did i have something on my face?’ you thought.

“you are beautiful,” you heard the blonde-haired girl say. you frowned. you felt confused because no one had ever said something like that to you before. especially not the perfect girl. you smiled at her, but this time without forcing it. it was a nice feeling when someone complimented you when you were tired and didn’t like the way you looked.

“thank you, you’re gorgeous.” she kept smiling at you as she sat closer to you. “i’m y/n” you introduced yourself.

“nice to meet you, i’m barbie” she said, and you became more confused. it was impossible that you were talking to a real barbie, you weren’t living in a dream. but when you asked her if that was her nickname and she said ‘no' you believed her and didn’t care if she lied.

“i have always admired you, barbie, you are my inspiration. i always wanted to be like you” you said with a tired smile as she spread her shoulders, inviting you for a hug. you hugged her tightly, finding weird comfort in her shoulders.

“you are like me, y/n. all women are barbie, you are beautiful and strong, just like me. you are barbie.” when you heard her words, you realized that she didn’t just say that to make you feel better because she didn’t even know who you were. she really meant that. all women are barbies in real life, and so are you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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