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ken-dom · 8 months

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Ken’s First Orgasm

Ken x reader

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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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tangirlisfangirl · 9 months

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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?

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scribble-dribble-writes · 9 months

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Plastic Hearts - (26)

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It felt like a joke. The box feeling solid in your hands. This had been your destiny, a passed down doll that was now forgotten. But as sad as it was supposed to sound, to you, it held a different meaning.

The loneliness of being stuck here, the plastic box the only perimeter of your life, you tore out of it. Through the spell and your adventure, you were now someone of substance. But when you glanced at the doll next to yours, his pale hair swiped back in place, his face holding the same joy as you now missed. It wasn’t just you who had escaped, he did too.

He had found his freedom here, with you, however long that was supposed to last but those nights where he held you close, that was the happiest you had ever seen him.

The text on the outside was faded, the advertisement ringing in your ears but the plastic box looked flimsy. That advertisement you had heard about yourself couldn’t even hold true for the dolls present within. Against all odds, you and him were meant to break the matrix, to go against the tide.

It felt like a joke because you weren’t let to enjoy the fruit of your decisions. It all just felt a little premature. Your doll held her iconic frying pan in one hand and the other rested on his. There was no rush around you, so you stayed there in the dim warm light, admiring how her head rested on his chest. The smiles on their faces seemed more complete than a smile of your own. They existed in a world of their own, so much so you wanted to preserve it like a snow globe.

This was how your story should have gone. But maybe it was holding the box in your hand or just the fact that reality had not yet totally sunk it but you still felt tethered. That if you could close your eyes and breathe in, you could remember the smell of his cologne. His memories weren’t just memories, he was a part of you. That not even the ocean did justice to the colour of his eyes. There was only one Ken in your universe.

His doll had the surfboard he never used tucked by his side. He was in his beach clothes, it made you smile, he never liked wearing shorts in the real world, but the yearning to witness the sea was tangible in his eyes.

Can we go to the beach one day?

His question resounded in your ear. When he had whispered it in the middle of the night, as you both laid in the tent.

"Aren’t you afraid of the waves?", you had asked him then.

"Tell you’ll take me.", he had turned to you and you could understand that what he asked held a deeper meaning.

"I’ll take you", you said immediately without letting him wonder.

It was his hope, you were his hope and you had let him down. The turn of events too cruel to not get to say goodbye, to not get to tell him that his love was the one thing you can never recover from.

You held the box tighter, it was time to go back home, to the long days of trying to piece yourself back together. But now you could understand why this place had felt familiar. This had been your home in a way, that housed you and kept you safe over the years. You drew in a deep breath to let that feeling of familiarity wash over you. It was rare now. At least it was going to be.

Your world had been pulled off its axis, everything around you only felt new. You checked your watch to see the time only to note that it had only been five minutes since you had entered. It felt whimsical, it had surely felt longer but you heard the soft muffled sound of footsteps behind you. You turned to leave.

“So that proves you and I are meant to be?”

You froze, your breath hitched in your throat, the edges of your vision turning blurry. That voice. You had heard it in your dreams. You could recognize him anywhere. Your eyes settled on the man who stood next to you. His eyes lifting up to meet yours after spotting the box you carried.

Your words died on your tongue, your eyes searched his to then roam over his face, his injuries were no longer present, his hair fell elegantly over his forehead and his smile was full of life. He beamed with a freshness as though he had been revived. There was nothing you could bring yourself to say, there was nothing to question in this moment. All you knew was you needed his presence, so you reached for him like a woolen blanket in a wintry night. You buried your face in his chest as your hands wound across his torso and held him tight, like two magnets coming together. You never wanted to be separated, even if this wasn’t real. His hands wrapped around your body and you felt his warmth surround you.

You didn’t care for when the shop closed, you were going to stay here as long as you could. He didn’t peel away, he was gentle with you, holding you till you needed it, you weren’t willing to move, the rapid pace of your heart beat sobered.

“This is getting so bad now I’ve started hallucinating.”, you mumbled as you placed your cheek in line with his collar bone as you felt his finger hold you closer, as if this was just as much cathartic for him as it was for you.

“You’re not hallucinating.”, he told you softly but it was said with confidence. That you could take his word and believe that your life had changed this very second. As if it was a fairytale.

But was it?

“That’s what an hallucination will say.”, you chuckled sadly unwilling to believe his words as his hands cradled you, slowly swaying you as if this was your living room.

But to your statement, you felt the tender touch of his fingertips tilting your chin up, so you could see him as he dipped his head, for his lips to find yours.

You couldn’t make this up, his fingers slipped down to your neck and you lost yourself in the way the kiss brought you back to life. As if the past week had never happened, that he had just been late from work. He pulled away and your eyes fluttered open to see that he was still here. The feeling of his pulse thrum with new found energy as your hand caught his wrist was the clue to reveal that all this was real.

The mirror behind him captured his reflection, his eyes softened as he admired you, his thumb tracing your cheek as if he was coming to terms with the fact that you were real too.

Ken let you go but you didn’t step away too far. He didn’t either. His eyes didn’t stray away from your face and you couldn’t look at anything else too. He was a meteor shower and everything else was just dust. Your lips were flushed and blood rushed to your cheeks, your fingers traced over the last place his lips had been in unbelief.

He blinked as though he had remembered why he was here, to then pat down his jacket and slide his hands into a pocket. When he pulled it out, in his hand was a little velvet box. It could have been the light but his cheeks turned red as he softly held it out to you. Like a little boy who wanted to see the treasure he had found.

You took the object from his outstretched hand, it didn’t weight much as you held it. The brown velvet soft to the touch, you looked up at him to see the rise of anticipation in his eyes. He nudged his head forward, telling you to open it and so you did. The lid popped open and within it was a crystal that glimmered a mix of colours. It wasn’t a diamond but it was entirely ethereal.

The light made the crystal to light up or atleast allude to it, it had a calming white glow to it. But as a second passed, you could draw a connection between the object in your hands and the light that blinded you in Barbieland. Your eyes snapped to Ken’s just as he his lips parted as though he was about to tell you the reason behind his reappearance, because nothing was making sense so far.

“The blinding light.”, you stated to which he nodded his head. But that didn’t seem to answer any of the questions that lingered in your mind. You edged closer.

“How are you alive?”, you asked, your gaze flickering to where he had been hurt. But to your question, he reached out to hold your hands in his. His thumbs threading over your knuckles as he phrased his answer.

“You’re the hero of my story, Brie.”, he said quietly, his eyes reminiscing the last moment he had held you. A moment he never wished to ever witness. To have to send you away. He never wanted to lose you.

It was solemn, he meant it, everyone in Barbieland could have forgotten and the world could continue to revolve as if it wasn’t a few hours away from being destroyed, but he will always remember.

For so long he had no memories or hopes for the future that it was easy, to live like the rest in Barbieland. But once he got to make a few memories of his own, he couldn’t stop, coming to the verge of losing it all was unthinkable. So as his fingers fiddled with yours, to keep him rooted in the present, there was nothing else he had so surely wanted but to continue making memories with you.

That was all. And that was all he had in him to fight for the right to survive, because he now believed that he deserved it. A life of happiness.

“But how?”, you thought out loud. All you did was be sent back here, Ken was the one who took the step you couldn’t.

“The light from the crystal”, you piece it together. That was the only moment that you could vividly remember, you held the jewel box tighter.

“That protected you from the reset?”, you asked to which he softly shook his head. So if it wasn’t the gem you held, what was it?

“Not quite.”, he narrowed his eyes as a smile spread across his face.

He reached up to the collar of his shirt to pull it to the side. Around his neck was the necklace he had worn before, the one with the heart shaped pendant. But the crystal now looked lifeless and ordinary as compared to when you had seen it before.

“It was your love that was stored with the enchantment.”, he beamed and it took you back to that night, when it changed colours as you spoke into it.

“To remind me I will always be loved by you.”, his eyes softened and a soft gasp left your lips.

“It protected me and those who were near me from the reset. So Allan and weird Barbie still remember everything that happened.”, he explained.

“Wow”, you said almost breathlessly , you needed a moment. That all it took to save him wasn’t a grand gesture or the most valuable object you owned. It was what you had given freely.

So when he had closed his eyes, sure that he was at the end, his world lit up around him. Engulfing Allan and weird Barbie too as it covered the three of them with a pink sheer protection veil. But as he was in it, all he could feel was the depth of your love. Slow motion captures of the times you had thought of him, fast paced replays of the time he had spent with you and as he was there witnessing all of it, he could feel his wounds seal. His heart that had been shattered with the thought of losing you had been put back together.

When the blinding light faded, Barbieland was reset but he wasn’t. He still remembered the warmth of your lips against his and he fell back in relief.

All he wanted to do then was run back in search you that very instant.

“How long have you been here?”, you asked noting that he looked all dressed up.

“Got here a few hours ago.”, he told you.

“Wanted to help Allan settle into Weird Barbie’s dream house. I told them I’ll be back for Christmas with you. If you want to come that is.”, he raised his hands up defensively knowing that Barbieland had caused you enough hurt.

But Allan and weird Barbie were the closest to family you had before you met Melissa, so it wasn’t too hard thinking of visiting them.

But before you could say you would love to join him,

“Actually.”, he shook his head as though he had found the courage he needed.

“I came by your restaurant earlier and they told me you had quit.”, he tilted his head.

“I thought it was time I started my own place.”, you smiled and he inhaled deeply, his face lighting up with a sense of pride for you.

“Finally”, he raised his eye brows.

You held up the velvet box to him, waiting for him to tell you why he was giving it to you although you were now beginning to guess the reason.

“About that.”, he began looking at the box. He reached for you his hands effortlessly finding your waist again.

“I found it in the cave near the lake. It’s a love stone.”, he said.

“It’s shines the brightest when it finds the purest form of true love.”, he told you but the awe from this revelation filled you up with a happiness you could never describe.

Just when you had thought you had lost everything, you were actually receiving it all back. Now that you thought about it, it had glowed every time you were near him

“So our … love.”, you began softly.

“The purest form there is.”, he finished your sentence.

Maybe this was the moment you had been waiting for. That the wish for your dreams had come true.

You placed your hand on his chest, to smooth down the edge of his coat but it was only so that you didn’t breakdown thinking of how utterly hopeless you had felt a few minutes ago.

“I felt so alone the past week”, your voice broke but he pulled you closer, to place his chin on top of your head as he shushed you to calm you down.

“Which is why I wanted to ask if you would like to have me as your forever partner?”, he whispered against your ear.

“For your new business, to share your home with or to just be there to hold your hand whenever you wanted.”, he explained further as you pulled away to see him.

He waited for your answer. It all made sense and only proved you right as the edge of your lip tipped up, his sophisticated attire, the gelled back hair and the velvet box. He was a man on a mission.

There was no reason to think it through, or give it more thought because the answer was already on your lips.

“Yes.”, you say and watched as his eyes light up again.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes.”, you held the sides of his face as you kissed his cheeks, his forehead and his lips in happiness and that feeling doubled when you heard the sound of his laugh.

He set you down half heartedly after giving you another soft peck. He didn’t want to stop but now he had forever. So he intertwined his fingers with yours and walked back to the cashier.

The old man smiled at the two of you as though he knew or maybe he had heard everything. You placed the dolls on the counter and bought them. With one final look at the dolls in the box before you put them into your bag, you exited the store with your own Ken.

With your only Ken.

The city lights sparkled and the breeze felt sweeter than before. He turned to look at you and you knew that you were finally home.

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justsomerandomfanfic · 5 months

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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.

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writing-fanics · 9 months

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Ken falling in love with human reader, and after visiting her a couple of times traveling between BarbieLand and the real world and her occasionally going to BarbieLand to visit him.

he finds his purpose with her and becomes human, and stays with her in the human world.

maybe they have a kid? honestly thst would be adorable Ken takes the name of his doll cannon

so his last name is Carson and they name their son, Tommy

#ryan gosling ken x reader #Ryan!ken #Ryan gosling ken x you #Ryan gosling ken x y/n #ken x reader #Ken x y/n #Ken x you #Barbie

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lateniteat711 · 8 months

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i actually want to write more on my little ken canon kenon if u will where he’s actually just a little neglected doll and he also ends up meeting his person and finds out that his person keeps his box on a shelf and while he isn’t physically played with he is loved dearly so upon meeting it isn’t cold or awkward or strange

it’s like seeing a childhood friend, someone they loved dearly in their past and all the uncertainty ken held so close to him is gone and he’s able to experience a hug and fully feel the love his owner always has, he gets to experience nostalgia

it helps his ‘owner’ get back in touch with their inner child that they lost some time ago from being an adult and ken gets to do what all dolls want, he gets to experience play and have his hair brushed and his outfits changed

#i am a lonely little man #i have a lot of thoughts on ken #especially barbie 2023 ken #ken carson #barbie 2023 #ryan gosling #ryan!ken

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multifandom-fanfic-writer · 8 months

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#ryan gosling #ken #ryan!ken #barbie movie #barbie #kennergy #ken energy #this is amazing. ryan is kenning so hard here. he explains everything we need to know about ken and also he is havingthe time of his life #donig that #i am so happy watching this #Youtube

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frecklystars · 9 months

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☆ - ̗̀✨ He's just Ken ✨ ̖́- ☆

#barbie movie #the barbie movie #ryan gosling #barbie 2023 #barbie #ken #barbie ken #my art #ANYWHERE ELSE... HE'D BE A TEN...

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filiseverus · 9 months

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The Barbie movie reminded me about how when I was little my parents were upset that I kept making my Barbie dolls kiss, so they bought me a Ken doll. The next day they found me having a funeral for poor Ken in the garden, he had died of tuberculosis. All the Barbies were in attendance and I buried him under our rose bush. The Barbies were too poor to afford a headstone (it was 1875) so I didn’t mark where the grave was and I never could find him again. He’s probably still there.

#barbie movie #barbie #feminism #ken #ken doll #i’m just ken #my writing #true story #ryan gosling #barbie dolls #greta gerwig #margot robbie #oppenheimer #barbenheimer #if you ever find a Ken doll wrapped in toilet paper that’s mine sorry

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pizzee · 10 months

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I’d lose interest if I found out it wasn’t about horses too

#barbie #barbie 2023 #barbie movie #barbie spoilers #ryan gosling #ken barbie #gotta love a horsegirl ken #pizzee’s comedy tour

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yourartur · 10 months

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Humans only have one ending. Ideas live forever ✨💧💖

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ken-dom · 8 months

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Sex On The Beach

Ken x reader

Summary: Ken's new to a lot of things in the real world. You know, like sex. And cocktails.

Author's notes: This is set at no specific time but Ken has a penis, and I just wanted to give him a little boost. A sexy one.

Warnings/content: nsfw - smut, reader has a vagina, mention of hand jobs, cum play, cream pie, praise, first time, glittery Ken cum! ✨

'How does it feel, baby?'

Ken is brought back to you at the sound of your voice, his lungs abruptly filling with breath and his eyes rolling back into place.

'Warm... r-really warm and s-soft... ohhh-'

'Yeah? You like it?' you smile down at him.

He nods eagerly, biting his lip and whining because he can’t think clearly enough to speak anymore.

You roll your hips slowly, keeping a careful and steady pace. He’s so deliciously responsive and so blissed out already that you’re afraid to go too fast and overwhelm him; as amazing as he feels, stretching and filling you with his perfect, pretty, plastic cock, you're able to keep your composure for now where he lost his the moment you sank down onto him.

'Good boy, Ken... you're doing so good for me,' you praise him.

He whimpers and bites his lip, and your heart skips a beat. It's almost endearing, the way he responds to your words.

You caress his cheek with your palm, needing to feel closer, to show him the affection he’s so desperate for, and he presses his face into the warmth of your touch.

Needy little thing aren't you? you think, watching him writhe and blush prettily beneath you. Gorgeous.

You finally begin to speed up, chasing your own pleasure and equally wanting to test the water, see how he reacts.

And boy do you get a reaction.

Loud moans and gasps punctuate each breath he takes while his fingertips grip desperately at the sheets, almost pulling them clean off the bed beneath him.

His jaw drops, his eyes screw shut, and fuck, he looks as though he's cumming already.

'You can touch me,' you pant, caressing his cheek. 'You can ask for what you want-'

'P-please- feels so good- d-don't stop!' he cries, finally grabbing your hips instead of the sheets, sighing shakily as he kneads your flesh.

You hope he’ll leave bruises, but you don't tell him that for now. He might not understand yet, and you don't want him to worry about it.

'Don't worry, baby, I won't stop. You're safe with me, just focus on how it feels...'

He looks so fucking irresistible, perfect hair now mussed and cheeks flushed pink.

You lean forward to swallow him into a deep kiss, and the new angle, with the way he’s bucking his hips up into you, sends a jolt of pleasure sparking through every nerve in your body.

You moan his name then, and to him it sounds like he's the only thing you'll ever need.

It ends him.

His back arches off the bed and he practically screams out, strangled and excited and overwhelmed - and comically high pitched as he pants and whines down from his high, trembling beneath you.

His fingertips drive so hard into your hips that you groan at the sweet pleasure-pain, your walls contracting around him to squeezing out every last drop of that glittery, pink cum you love so much. You must have given him at least ten handjobs this past week alone just to witness the beauty of it spilling in shimmering, ample amounts from his slit again and again.

As your climaxes subside and you're left face to face, breath hot on each other's faces, Ken gazes up at you as though you're the most important thing in the world to him.

'WOW,' he bursts, breathless and wide-eyed, 'that felt... different.' He turns pensive, brows knitting.

'Good different?'

'Really good different,' he beams.

Carefully, you shift to lay beside him, easing off his cock slowly. Even with your consideration, he feels cold and somehow empty now that he's no longer inside you.

He immediately rolls onto his side to gaze at you. With anyone else this would be uncomfortably intense, but with Ken it feels right somehow.

'Was I... did I...' he hesitates, unsure. 'Did I make you feel good too?'

'Yes, Ken. You made me cum so hard,' you smile, turning to face him properly, pecking his lips.

He lets out a little giggle. 'And my glitter... my cum... it's inside you now?'

You laugh softly. 'Yes, inside me. Just how I wanted it to be.'

He nods, understanding yet slightly bemused, a smug expression crossing his handsome face.

'Ken... do you want to do it again?' you offer, dragging a finger teasingly down his side.

His eyes light up. 'Really?'

'Yes, really. I seriously need another dose of your Kenergy.'

He closes his eyes to calm himself, bringing a fist up to his lips and uttering a quiet but excited, 'Sublime!' under his breath. He flips over onto his back to assume your previous arrangement, but you pull him back to you, slipping your hands up into his soft hair, burying your face in the crook of his neck, making him mewl.

'There are different positions we could try...' you whisper, guiding him on top of you and wrapping your legs around his waist.

He lets out a delighted little, 'Ooh!' at how closely you're entangled, revelling in your embrace.

'You were so good and...I trust you, Ken. I need you.'

Ken's lip quivers as he holds back a sob. He was already hard again, eager as ever, but now you've told him he did a good job at making you feel good? That you need more of what he can do?

A bead of glittery slick drips, glinting, from his cock and he groans at the sensation of fleeting relief before forcing himself back to the present with you, hungry for your attention.

'M-maybe I should change my job,' he mumbles, clearly proud of whatever he's thought up.

'Yeah, what too, Ken?' you smile up at him.

'Sex and Beach,' he drawls, a mildly cocky glint in his eye. 'Y'know, instead of just Beach.'

'How about sex on the beach?' you joke, but he doesn't quite get it.

'Y-you can do that? Oh-'

Another thick pearl of sparkling pre-cum leaks down his throbbing shaft at the thought and his head drops as he tries hard to compose himself long enough to last for you.

'I'll take you for one. Sex first though. Then sex on the beach.'

He nods, serious and dutiful as he slowly slides back inside you, trying not to think too hard about why you referred to having sex in his favourite place as 'taking him for one.'

It doesn't matter anyway. Sex and Beach with you. That's all that matters right now.

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 10 months

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I am Kenough.

#barbie movie #barbie #barbie spoilers #barbie movie spoilers #LOOK OUT THERES SPOILERS HERE #SPOILERS FOR BARBIE #SPOILERS FOR THE BARBIE MOVIE!!!!!#Ken #just Ken #he’s just Ken #Ryan gosling

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scribble-dribble-writes · 9 months

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Plastic Hearts - (27)

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This is the last chapter! So it's a bit long and a little spicy in certain bits haha but I hoped you enjoyed the journey so far!

We got to the end and a happy ending 😆

Love you all, thank you making this a great experience and for all the lovely comments 💖

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The sun kissed your skin and so did your husband, his dark blonde hair catching the light as his eyes took in the sight of you sprawled out in your swim suit. Just your very presence seemed to make him look drunk and for his fingers to crave for your warmth.

The waves were gentle today, that it made the sunlight glimmer over the surface like patches of diamonds. It had been a while since you had moved out to the Hamptons. You hadn’t had a lot of grey days or gloomy clouds hanging over your head, it was endless blue skies and white clouds, the beach air seemed to agree with you as you took in a deep breath. This new chapter made up for everything, so much so that Barbieland was now in the past.

The city had it’s charm but you needed a change of pace, a step towards a new start. The wounds in your heart was healing, it was time to step out from Melissa’s apartment and a life you knew. You had grown comfortable in it and all you needed was a shift in your perspective. It was nostalgic, to place the keys to that dark wood door into the hands of a new tenant as you packed away your things into a moving truck. But the beauty was, you weren’t doing any of this alone. Every aspect of this change felt welcome and adventurous because he was by your side.

So as a reward to all your hardships, now you began your day with morning swims instead of bustling through an angry crowd and by lying in Ken’s arms as you lounged by the beach instead of being in a loud kitchen. Life had taken a slower pace and you enjoyed every bit of it.

It only felt like yesterday when you walked out that hotel lobby hand in hand, gold rings gleaming in each other’s ring finger and now it had already been a year of this bliss. The gathering was quaint but it was never about the people or the grandeur of it, it was getting to be there together after having thought you had lost him forever. It was getting to slow dance to your favorite song and then dance the night away.

You were by the corner talking to one of your friends when Ken found you during your reception, his cheeks flushed with colour and a smile that he couldn’t contain.

“Come on, I’ve requested a song for us.”, he took you to the middle of the dance floor as he tipped his head toward the Dj to play the song.

The intro began to play as he took your hands in his to give you a playful wink. ‘The very first night’, by Taylor swift was the song he had chosen. You shook you head as you laughed.

“Every weekend, the same party. I never go alone and I don’t seem broken-hearted. My friends all say they know everything I’m going through. I drive down different roads but they all lead back to you”

He sang the words to you, it took you back to the all the times you had seen him waiting outside during Girls night. To think that all those different roads had in fact led you both together made the nostalgia dig deeper.

"We never saw it comin’, not tryin’ to fall in love, but we did like children runnin’, back then we didn’t know we were built to fall apart. We broke the status quo, then we broke each other’s hearts."

You sang the second verse to him, because that was how you fell in love, and you broke the status quo when you both found your own lives here, but parts of the story left you both with broken hearts only for it to seal together now.

His eyes beamed with life but so did the corners as it held traces of his tears.

"But don’t forget about the night out in L.A. Danced in the kitchen, chased me down through the hallway. No one knows about the words that we whispered. No one knows how much I miss you."

This you sang together, he placed his forehead on yours as you swayed together. For all those nights ago when you were catching feelings and falling in love all over again.

It truly was one of a kind, a love you will never get to witness again in this lifetime.

"Take me away to you."

He spun you out and that night was the best you had ever witnessed, your heart was full. It felt like it could go on forever.

You knew nothing about what life held from then on, all this was new and so when many advised that it would start getting harder after the honeymoon phase died, you didn’t understand the logic.

Because for you, his love was constant. It wasn’t something that demanded a lot of effort. You and him shared that easy frequency where fights were limited, like you could read each other’s mind. The honeymoon phase didn’t have an expiration date, he treated you with such tenderness that it wasn’t just a display of his affections, it was the embodiment of it.

But today was important, it was the grand opening of your restaurant, situated right on the beach front. At the very thought your mind dipped away from your daydream and into the endless spiral of preparation for the event, so you held his face in your hands to get his attention to which he groaned as he pouted his lips.

“We’ve got to prepare for the evening.”, you chuckled to which he broke free from your hold to nuzzle his into your neck as he laid by your side.

“We’ve got hours to prepare.”, he mumbled sleepily.

“I don’t know, I don’t want anything to go wrong.”, you said as you sighed.

“And it won’t.”, he reassured you.

You nodded, placing your hand over his that wrapped around your waist. You turned to him, to catch sight of him resting so peacefully. He looked like a merman come to life so content with his life on land, that you were blessed with having him with you, in the arduous journey of life.

“I’m just nervous.”, you let the words spill because with him it just ebbed from out of you. His thumb stroked your body as his eyes fluttered open.

“Don’t be.”, he said gently, his eyes finding yours, you were lost in his gaze.

You weren’t saying anything and neither was he, but you were having an entire conversation. You pushed away his hair, he caught your wrist, to then pause before he kissed your palm. It was as if he could never get enough, that’s how he displayed his affection. Delicately and unconditionally, executed with excellence.

“You know what you have to do now, don’t you?”, you felt his grin against your palm to which you groaned, squirming away but he didn’t let you slip away.

He reeled you in, like a boat out on the bay, till you were on top of him. He raised his brow letting you know that he was waiting for it, the sentence he got you to repeat every time you doubted yourself.

“I deserve this happiness.”, you began to which he closed his eyes again, feeling appeased as he listened to you.

“And?”, he asked.

“I worked hard for this.”, you continued to which he nodded his head in agreement.

“You did and you continue to.”, he held your cheek as his eyes found yours again but now he beamed and you knew that he was proud of you.

As you held his gaze you narrowed your eyes at him knowing well why you were out here. The morning swims and walks by the beach were your effort in helping him get out of his fear of the water. All this while, he would only stand by the shore and never get in. You didn’t force him, it had to be on his terms, he would wait for you when you went out for a swim but you could see it in his eyes, the desire to follow you in.

“Now it’s your turn.”, you got up and he sighed as he looked at the serene waters.

You held your hand out to him and he took it, to stand up and dust the sand off him.

“Race you to the shoreline?”, you asked him, with adrenaline beginning to rush into your bloodstream.

“What will you give me if I win?”, he smiled as he rested his hands on his hips after pulling away his shirt.

“Anything you want”, you said mischievously which piqued his interest.

“Ok count down to –

But you didn’t, you didn’t wait for him as you took off running, down towards the open waters.

“Hey!”, he called after you, telling you it wasn’t fair that you cheated as he chased after you.

You felt laughter fill your mouth and the sweet taste of victory when your feet touched the water before you dove in.

He slowed down the moment you waded away, his smile sobering as his feet rested ankle deep. His eyes however were on you, looking at you as if he was mesmerized. He wanted to get out there. So he waded in deeper, the water rising up to his knees.

So you made it easy, and got closer to him instead, as you stood in front of him. Your hair slicked back as you felt water trickle down your face, your hands were cold and wet as you placed it against his cheek.

“You don’t have to push yourself. This is greater progress than before.”, you told him.

But something about the way you shimmered beneath the sun, the cold touch of your fingertips, he knew he couldn’t let this hold him back. He had to let go, of the way his past fears still had an edge over him. He wasn’t going to lose everything again. All this he had now was here to stay, so were you. So the waves didn’t seem daunting anymore.

He hummed as his gaze fell to the shape of your lips, his eyes darkened as he bit his lip. He took in a deep breath, looked ahead and in that instant made up his mind.

You didn’t expect it, when he picked you up, getting your legs to straddle his waist as he ventured further. The water level raising up his waist to his chest. Seeing you smile was intoxicating that he wanted to venture further.

“I just needed the right motivation.”, he chuckled.

“Oh and what is that?”, you asked swiping away water from his face.

“You”, he said, his eyes taking in the details of your face.

And with that feeling the cold waters around him that were being to turn warm as he got used to it, he couldn’t wait anymore, he reached up to place his lips on yours.

It was sweet, the taste of strawberries on his lips then the sting of the salt balanced it out. He pulled away from you, leaving you wanting more with a sly grin on his face. You dipped low, you lips hovering over his.

“You don’t want to claim your prize?”, you whispered feeling bothered that he didn’t catch the meaning of your phrase from before.

“Not here.”, he said slowly, his voice getting husky and low.

“I feel jealous having to share you with the sea.”, he said and it only made you chuckle. That his competition wasn’t another man’s attention but the elements around you. That some how he wanted to be the breeze that caressed your skin, the water that enveloped you or the sun that made your hair change colour.

“Alright.”, you conceded with placing a kiss on his forehead.

It was relaxing, bobbing a long the waves as you lazily swam about. But with the afternoon sun rising higher, the water was getting warmer and your skin had spoken up enough salt.

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So you packed up and headed home. Your new place was much bigger, the large windows let natural light stream in, your kitchen was idle with a few covered dishes from last night sitting on the counter top. You dropped your bags into the allocated space that contained all the items that related to your beach activities.

Ken put away his flip flops to then head over and peruse through the fridge to cure his hunger.

“I’m headed off to take a bath.”, you let him know as you undid your hair, a trail of water droplets followed you.

The salt now stuck to your body and face that everything felt grimy and uncomfortable. So you took a towel and got into the shower space, the warm water cascading over you to make you feel fresh and clean.

But half through you heard the sound of the bathroom door open and close. You saw his silhouette through the fogged glass. The outline of his body gave way to his presence as he got into the shower with you. He held his sweet gaze but you could tell he wasn’t here to play games. He drew closer to you until he towered over you, to tilt your chin so your eyes were on him, the water beginning to cover you both, his hand slid up your neck as his fingers wrapped around your throat gently. His eyelashes dripping wet, his light hair turning dark as it soaked through.

“I’m here, to claim my prize.”, he said, his voice lost its politeness, now he said it with an authority making his lip tilt up.

“Took you long enough.”, you said as you met his gaze.

You slid your hands down his back, there was no holding back now. He found your lips with a passion and hunger that never seemed to run out. Being touch starved only meant neither wanted to keep their hands to themselves. He held you steady, his body pushing you up the tiled wall as you held onto him, your hands slipping against the glass as he dug his tongue deeper.

Your bottom lip getting caught between his teeth as his hands traced down your body. The salt disappeared, the steam took over. There was no time to pause, it was a dance, it was an art. The way he paced himself and the way you craved his touch.

You could see his little puffs of air take up a wispy form as the hot water continued to keep you both warm. His fingers travelled down the dips of your waist to the curve of your backside. He trailed it back up to cradle your head again as he held onto your hair, the edge of his nails scraping against your scalp as he exposed your neck to leave a trail of kisses or to leave little love bites but you fought for your turn.

You pulled his chin down to you, meeting his unrelenting mouth with yours, the sound of his delighted moan drove you insane, the power your touch held to make him weak in the knees, it empowered you to pull on the ends of his hair, to pull him deeper towards you that his hand slipped from when he had braced himself against the wall behind you. He pressed into you and you pulled away to catch your breath.

Madness, you were both full of it. You would eventually get to finishing up your bath later, but as he took caught his breath, his chest rising and falling with yours, his eyes focused on yours to tell you he only wanted more, you knew this was far from over. He pinned both your hands above your head and dipped his head to meet your lips again.

The walk up to your store was nerve wracking. The sun had set and the moon was out, Ken was all dressed up in a loose blazer, white fitted shirt and trouser pants, he looked pristine while you wore a maroon velvet gown, perfect for this evening. But when you caught sight of your restaurant, the nervousness faded because the neon sign was on. ‘Melissa’ in a cursive font lit up the street and reminded you of fond memories.

Ken took your hand to give it a gentle squeeze, his hair combed back as he nudged you ahead. You stood taller and pushed through the door to be greeted by your friends and staff, some of whom joined you from Sam’s kitchen.

The menu was set, the food was prepared and everyone looked happy. Ken invited his colleagues from the local school he worked at and also from the youth program he was overseeing. You grabbed a drink to clink against the glass to get everyone’s attention.

“I know I’ve spoken a lot over the past few months so I just want to keep this short. I wanted to thank everyone here, for being a pillar of support and for cheering us on. Looking forward to a great night and to the many more that are to come.

Here’s to new beginnings.”, you finished raising the glass in the air to hear an eruption of cheers around you.

The crowd fizzled away as each one found their own spot, you took a sip from the glass as you turned to the photo wall behind you. Ken slipped his hand from behind to kiss your cheek to then rest his chin on your shoulder as he admired the photos with you.

It had one of Melissa, a lot from New York, one from your wedding day, one with Ken and you riding horses and many more. This was your new legacy, one made by your own with the people you loved. The other walls were still empty but you knew that as time passes, they will become full too.

You took Ken’s hand as you found your table, that idea set up for you two, he held out the seat for you to sit in and once you did, he took up the seat in front of you.

Your plates were placed in front of your with the first course and it felt like you had come full circle from where you began to where you were. The world paused for a second. Ken’s eyes caught yours before he looked towards to shelf near the entrance. You turned to see it too and on it sat, Chef Barbie and Beach Ken.

For the dolls who once had nothing, now the world was theirs, it was yours and his.

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justsomerandomfanfic · 6 months

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Falling Snow And Heart-Shaped Waffles - Ryan!Ken X GN Reader

Title: Falling Snow And Heart-Shaped Waffles

Ryan!Ken X GN Reader

Additional Characters: No one else really?

WC: 3,500

Warnings: Nicknames, teasing, tiny tinnnny bit suggestive, Reader's human, Ken's human, post Barbie movie, clingy Ken?, Ken just loves you, very attentive Ken, mentions of sickness (none transpire in the fic), Ken's chest, mentions of food, a lot of fluff

You were softly awakened when Ken shifted in bed beside you, the arm around your waist tightening protectively. Turning around to face him, you cherished the peaceful atmosphere surrounding you, and Ken’s soft - adorable - snores that emitted from him. He slept soundly on his side, mouth slightly agape, his chest rising up and down. His blonde hair was everywhere, sticking out in random directions; it made you smile. Reaching out, you gently brushed his hair back away from his forehead, making him stir.

Slowly, his ocean blue eyes fluttered open, a dopey smile gracing his features when his eyes met yours. “Good morning, babe,” He muttered, his voice raspy and rough with sleep.

You sighed, brushing your fingers along his cheek, marveling at the man before you. “Good morning, Ken.” Your fingers trailing to the back of his head, tangling in the soft hair at the nape of her neck, “I’m sorry for waking you.”

Groaning lightly from your ministrations, Ken shut his eyes, moving forward to nuzzle his head into your neck, “Mm, you didn’t wake me,” He murmured, voice slightly muffled as he pulled you closer into him; legs tangling with yours, “I was already awake.”

“Sure,” You mused, carding your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, earning you another soft groan. “I totally believe you.”

Ken only hummed, his eyelashes tickling your neck as he pressed multiple sleepy kisses there, “I love you.”

You tried to hold back a giggle, your smile widening as you dug your nose into his hair, taking in the scent of coconut and vanilla; melting at his soft words. “I love you more, sweetheart,” You whispered, tightening your hold on him briefly before caressing his hair back and kissing his forehead. “Do you want some breakfast?” You then asked, “I can make your favorite.” You sang softly, only for Ken to pull back to look at you.

“Waffles?” He asked, and you nodded, his smile widening at the movement, “With whipped cream?” He added, becoming more excited as you nodded once more.

“Yep, as long as we still have some left over.” You answered, which caused Ken to cheer, his arm lifting from your waist to fistbump the sky; a small ‘yes,’ escaping him.

Sitting up in the bed, Ken followed, letting out a yawn as he rubbed one of his eyelids with the heel of his hand. You admired him for a moment, thick fleece blanket pooled in his lap, sun-kissed chest exposed; flexing as he raised his arms up in the air; he was the definition of perfection, and would be the death of you eventually. Biting your lip, glanced away, hopping out of the bed, and walking over to the window to open the blackout curtains. Your eyes squinted at the harsh sunlight before they lit up when you saw the fresh pile of snow resting on the ground, snowflakes falling gracefully from the sky.

Whipping around, you sprinted back to the bed, jumping and landing on your knees, making the bed bounce. Ken chuckled at your behavior, his eyes flickering from your large smile to your eyes, seeing them sparkle. “Kenny, it’s finally snowing!” You cheered, watching as Ken’s eyes widened.

“Real World snow?” He asked, and you nodded, trying to peer over your shoulder out the window.

“Yeah! New plan, after breakfast, we’re building a snowman.” You spoke, your excitement sort of getting the best of you, but you didn’t care. You loved snow. Ken only smiled, eyes softening as you began talking about all the things the two of you could do out in the snow. “We could also have a snowball fight, or build a Mojo Dojo Casa House out of snow, it'll be so cool…”

Ken watched as you, adoring how you spoke so animatedly. Ken couldn't help but think about how stunning you looked in his plain, pink shirt from the day before and black sweats that matched his.

He was so glad that he went back to the Real World after a couple of months of finding himself. He had learned so much from Barbie and the others. Traveling to the Real World for the second time, permanently, he never expected to run into you while rollerblading. Literally.

Perfect you. You really helped him a lot after he had become human. With learning about how the Real World worked in general, and making sure he knew enough that when you headed off to work Ken wouldn't starve but he also wouldn't burn your house down. For that, for you just being you, for loving him, appreciating him… He was forever grateful, and forever yours.

He was so in love with you.

Reaching over, Ken placed his hand on your cheek, causing your words to slowly trail off, meeting his eyes, as his thumb brushed along your soft skin before he leaned forward to press his lips to yours. You sighed into the kiss, eyelashes fluttering as you closed your eyes, leaning forward to deepen it. Pulling back, Ken chased your lips, a lovestruck expression on his face; drunk on you and your love.

“Let's go make breakfast, yeah? The faster we eat, the faster we can go play in the snow.” You suggested, watching as Ken nodded eagerly. Slipping back out of bed, Ken followed close behind, his hand instantly holding yours. He placed countless kisses on your hand as you traveled through the house to the kitchen. One there, you leaning forward, you reached over and turned on the radio that was on the counter. Raising your intertwined hands, you glanced up at Ken, who had already been looking down at you; admiring you as always, “Ken, I need my hand.” You gestured to your hand, looking from him, to your hands, and back, “I need both of my hands to make breakfast.”

Pouting, Ken reluctantly dropped your hand, “Okay…” He lightly groaned, only for you to reach up and gently pat his cheek.

“Help me grab the ingredients?” You asked, and Ken was on it. He loved helping you with anything that you asked. And for the next ten or fifteen minutes, Ken helped mix the batter and set the small table. As you were pressing the batter into your heart-shaped waffle maker, you felt Ken's strong arms wrap around you. He nuzzled his nose into your hair before resting his chin on the top of your head, a content smile on his face. Reaching out for the plate on the counter, you stop, your fingers just brushing it. Turning slightly to look up at him, you gave him a small smile, "Kenny, honey, could you grab that plate for me? Currently, I can't reach it." You asked, your hands covering his hands on your stomach.

A smile on his face, Ken reached over. Grabbed the plate, he slid it over toward you, wrapping his arm back around you. Plating the first waffle, you poured more batter in the waffle maker, closing it. Ken hummed, taking his chance to turn you around in his arms, "You're so beautiful." He muttered dreamily, his blue eyes staring into yours. His hands trailed down your sides, his fingertips grazing the skin under your - his - shirt.

You felt like you were going to melt right then and there. Your cheeks began to burn as Ken continued to stare lovingly down at you. He leaned forward again, pressing his forehead against yours, you breathed in deeply, enjoying the scent of him mixed with the sweet smell of freshly baked waffles. "You're too sweet." You whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck, playing with his soft hair. Ken hummed again, placing a gentle kiss upon your lips; smirking lightly. It was short, but it was perfect. "You're beautiful too." You added, your lips brushing against his as you spoke.

Opening his eyes, he looked down at you with an adoring - yet shocked - gaze, "You think I'm beautiful?"

"Of course," You chuckled lightly, "You're perfect." Leaning forward, you captured his lips again in another sweet kiss, relishing the warmth he emitted. "I mean that. I love you." You whispered, holding his cheeks between your hands.

Smiling brightly, Ken beamed confidently, "I love you too." He replied with such conviction, pulling you back into him as you finished making breakfast.

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"Kenny! Honey, you ready?" You called by the front door, finishing tying your boots. Hearing the soft thuds of feet, you looked up, watching as Ken walked over, fiddling with his blue gloves. You couldn't stop the smile that spread across your features at just the sight of him. Wearing a puffy, bright blue jacket, warm pants, and pink fuzzy socks; he gave you his charming smile. Resting your hands on your hips, you tilted your head to the side, "My, my, looking good, blondie." You cooed teasingly, watching as he blushed profusely, averting his gaze. Lacing his boots, you grabbed his pink beanie and blue scarf from the wooden shelf beside you on the wall. Ken fixed the gloves as you placed his beanie over his head, and wrapped his scarf around him. Your hand on his bicep, you reached up on your toes to brush his hair away from his forehead and eyes. Ken simply watched you do so, your touch sending shivers through his body, as well as a tingle that ran through his arm from your fingers. Shutting his eyes, Ken pursed his lips; immediately, you knew what he was asking. Letting out a breathy chuckle, you pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, a triumphant grin settling on his face. Stepping back to admire your work, smirking lightly. "So handsome and ready to head out into the cold."

Ken seemed to stand up straighter, puffing his chest out at your praise. An odd sensation settled in his stomach; it felt like butterflies. Taking your purple gloved hand in his, he interlaced his fingers with yours; mixing blue with purple. “Thank you, Y/N,” You giggled, gently squeezing his hand, and leading him out of the house.

Immediately, Ken's eyes widened as he stepped out into the snow. Now, he had seen snow before - though it was always plastic - he had never seen Real World snow before. And he was mesmerized by it all. He held your hand tight as he looked up at the falling snow, a grin forming on his lips as he watched the snow gently fall to the snowy ground; in awe.

Sprinting into the middle of the yard, you spun around, arms out wide as you stared up at the falling snow; a bright smile on your face, and a bit of laughter spilled out from you. A gust of wind blew past, chilling your skin, but you paid it no mind. Instead, you continued to gaze upward, completely entranced. Ken watched you silently, trying to soak in every detail of this moment, this magical scene. His heart fluttered, the way you laughed; carefree. It made his chest tighten with emotion.

"Isn't it pretty?" You asked as you slowed your spinning to a stop, a little bit out of breath, the smile on your face unmoving as you walked back over to him.

"Yeah... Pretty." Ken agreed, but he wasn't talking about the snow.

Chuckling, you nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder. Moving further from the beach was totally worth it. You missed spending time in the snow. But you knew Ken loved the beach, so you made sure that you took him there whenever you could. When not working, you’d drive the two hours just to see Ken's smile and his eyes sparkle at the sight of the crashing waves.

"Ken, I want to show you something." You said, tugging lightly on his hand, guiding him forward with you. Ken watched as you let go of his hand, and stepped back a few steps, before falling backward; starfished in the snow.

A bit confused, but more so curious, Ken followed you. Falling down in the snow beside you. Looking over at you, Ken spoke, "This is nice," Ken spoke, making you laugh.

"That's not all," You began moving your arms and legs, creating a snow angel. Ken followed suit, mimicking your movements. After you were finished, you carefully stood before helping Ken stand up. "See?" You gestured to the two snow angels, "We just made snow angels."

"So cool," Ken answered, his arm wrapping around your shoulder, pulling you close to his side. Looking down at you, Ken spoke, "What do we do now?"

"Hmm," You wrapped your arms around him, meeting his gaze, "Do you want to build a snowman?" You asked, and he nodded enthusiastically. "Then let's get started!"

"How do you make a snowman?" Ken asked, watching as you crouched on the ground, gathering the snow in your hands. This type of snow was far from what he was used to.

"Here, let me show you." You gestured to the ground next to you. Ken shuffled over, his puffy jacket scrunching slightly as he sat down beside you. "Okay, first you get some snow..." You trailed off, shoveling snow closer to you with your hands, "And then you pack it all together into a big ball, round thing." You rolled the large snowball in your hands, it was probably no bigger than a watermelon. All the while, Ken was comparing Barbie Land snowmen to Real World snowmen.

But Ken watched you, his eyes slowly trailing from your hands, up the arms of your puffy, green jacket, passing your shoulders, and up to your face. Ken was trying so hard to pay attention to you, he really was. But no sound escaped from your moving lips. And as the snow fell around you, catching on your shoulders, the top of your yellow beanie, and the tips of your eyelashes; Ken couldn't look away. The snow seemed to fall in slow motion, glittering and sparkling around you - the sun hitting your frame just right. Ken was completely enraptured by you - surrounded by the frozen paradise.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you. Your smile made him smile, and you looked so incredibly beautiful, as always. You were his everything, Ken loved you, and you knew that. It was evident in every little thing he did, and pretty obvious because he told you practically ten times a day. He just couldn't get enough of you.

"Ken?" You called out to him, looking up at him after he took a bit too long to answer your question. The expression on his face made your heart skip a beat. His eyes were full of love; pure and unadulterated. "Kenny?" You repeated, feeling quite warm even as the snow began to dampen your pants, seeping onto your legs.

"Hmm?" Ken blinked, for a moment, he was at a loss for words, they seemed to have died on his tongue. "Sorry, Y/N. You're just so pretty, especially in the snow," He apologized sheepishly, smiling.

You felt your heart burst, leaning forward, you pulled him into a hug, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. Kissing his cheek, you whispered softly, "Thank you." Pressing another, more lingering, kiss against his cheek; he sighed, happily overwhelmed by you. You pulled back, your lips curving upwards as he smiled widely back at you. "Well, while you were admiring me, I finished Frank." You continued, gesturing to the snowman.

Tilting his head, Ken frowned, confused, "Frank?" He asked, and you nodded, pulling off the beanie from your head and placing it on the snowman's.

"Yeah, I named him." Subconsciously leaning into Ken's side, "We don't have carrots, so we can't give him a nose. And I’m feeling a bit too lazy to find any rocks or sticks, so I guess Frank's not going to have a face or arms." You muttered with a laugh, "He has a killer hat though." Glancing up at Ken, you raised an eyebrow, "Do you want to give him a last name?" You asked, and instantly Ken's eyes lit up, and he nodded his head rapidly.

"Horse." He answered simply, and you paused before agreeing.

"Yeah, that's a great last name, Ken." You answered, your grin matching his, "Frank Horse."

Reaching up, Ken unwrapped his scarf and leaned forward slightly to wrap it around Frank the snowman. "I like Frank Horse," Ken grinned, sitting back, wrapping his arms around you once again, "And now he's perfect." He mumbled, as you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting the side of your face on his chest as you listened to his heartbeat; a small chuckle escaping you as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. As you let out a shiver, Ken’s eyes widened and he quickly pulled you up to stand with him. Looking down at you with the cutest face of concern that you had ever seen, he noticed that your eyes were beginning to droop and your breath had begun to swirl in the air. Tugging off a glove, he pressed his warm hand onto your cheek, and you instantly turned your head to nuzzle into it; pressing a kiss into his palm with your cold lips. "You're cold. Let's go inside. I don't want you to get sick."

Letting out a soft sigh, you reluctantly nodded your head, closing your eyes for a second. Opening them, they widened as Ken wrapped an arm around your back and under your knees, lifting you up into his arms; bridal style. "Ken!" You exclaimed, letting out a laugh as you looped your frigid hands around his neck, "I can walk, the door is only a couple of feet away." You spoke, but Ken only shook his head, a determined frown on his face.

"Nu-uh, I don't want you to get sick." He spoke as he began walking to the front door.

Gazing up at him, you sighed softly, not bothering to fight with him any longer; you knew he was stubborn, but he was too cute and you loved just being in his arms. Resting your head against his chest, you dug your cold nose into the side of his neck, making Ken suck in a breath.

Once inside, Ken sat you down on the small wooden bench, propping himself up on one knee as he helped tug off your snowy boots. You let him, your eyes half-lidded as you watched him unlace your boots, sliding them off of your feet and setting them with the rest of the shoes on the shoe rack. He then reached forward to unwrap your scarf before carefully unzipping your jacket, making sure the melting snow on it didn't touch you. You simply sat back and admired the man before you, a fondness spreading throughout your chest at how attentive he was being towards you.

Once you were out of your winter attire, Ken did the same for himself before helping you up off the bench with an outstretched hand. "Guess we'll have to have a snowball fight tomorrow if the snow stays," You muttered, looking up at Ken with a sleepy smile. Spending time in the snow always makes you a bit tired. "I might take a small nap before making lunch. Do you want me to find that horse documentary I saw on Netflix for you?"

Looking down at you, Ken returned your smile, "Can I please take a nap with you?" He asked, and you chuckled, nodding your head.

Smiling wider, Ken led you upstairs and into your shared room. You laid back on the bed, unabashedly watching as Ken threw off his shirt - chest muscular and perfect - and joined you. Ken immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling the blankets over the both of you before reaching over you; shutting off the lamp on the bedside table.

Gazing at you, Ken's blue eyes shifted over your features; your soft lips, sparkling eyes, the wisps of hairs framing your face. Letting out a deep sigh, Ken grinned, "I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

"Oh, Ken," You gasped softly; melting from his words, not to mention the way he was looking at you, leaning up to gently brush your nose against his, "I guess that makes me pretty lucky too."

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you sighed; hands pressing into the warmth of his skin. Ken shivered slightly, a deep hum resonating from him - he loved it when you touched him - pulling you further into his chest, and lowering his head to nudge his nose into your soft hair again, inhaling your sweet scent; spellbound.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself fall deeper into the warmth of his body, taking a few moments to enjoy the peaceful silence around the two of you. A quiet yawn escaped you, causing Ken to tighten his grip around you, holding you close.

Leaning forwards, he kissed your forehead, whispering, "I love you…"

Pressing a kiss to his chest in return, you sighed, "And I love you, Ken."

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