#ken imagines

[ken-dom]

I’m not entirely sure if you’ve done this yet but: the Geese Boys and their biggest kinks? Maybe their favourite/go to kink, or one they’re too embarrassed to even bring up with their partner?

I’d bet my left tit that 90% of them have a praise kink lmao

∘₊✧ Biggest kinks with;

Sierra Six / Holland March / Lars Lindstrom / Ryland Grace / Driver / Henry Letham / Ken

Please tread carefully! This covers lots of different kinks that I’ve tried my best to list below. If you’re unsure please don’t look - dead dove do not eat etc. etc. Shout out to @heresthestorymorningglory AKA The Sixpert, whom I consulted for thoughts on Six and as usual served the hottest Six tea – you’ve her to thank entirely for the Six thoughts!

Content: nsfw, various kinks included here so proceed with caution!, hinted erectile dysfuntion and premature ejaculation (the ken-dom big two), relinquishing control, edge play, praise, kissing kink, voyeurism, Driver is kinda creepy (yet more ken-dom classics), masochism, smoking, role play, katoptronophilia (mirror sex), masturbation, fingering, gn!reader, afab!reader (Ryland) 

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∘₊✧ Sierra Six

Although it takes Six a while to trust, when he does, it becomes quickly apparent that his kink is relinquishing control. To him, this is the highest form of intimacy – completely baring himself to you. While it doesn’t come easily to him, when he’s able to let you take the lead, sex has never felt so good. The way he moans and whimpers, it’s like nothing you’ve ever heard from him before as you gently instruct and guide him through his own pleasure, and teach him about your own. He sheds a tear as he comes undone, harder and more intensely than he can ever remember, and will just want to be held afterwards, snuggling into you feeling safe and loved.

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∘₊✧ Holland March

Holland is partial to a spot of edge play. It doesn’t always work out; sometimes he can’t keep it up, sometimes he comes after no less than one edge. But it’s all in good fun, and it’s not all about him – he loves to keep you simmering all day if he can. He  teases here and there until he’s fingerfucking you in the kitchen just right, and as you’re about to clench around those slender digits he’ll slip them out, lick them clean and go make a sandwich. Only when he’s finished his impromptu lunch will he pick up where he left off and so the day continues on that way. Then there’s those nights he’s just fascinated with your pleasure, switching between eating you out, fucking you, fingerfucking you, and stopping short every time until you’re shaking and absolutely begging for him. He’ll always make you cum in the end, though, more than once, hard and preferably screaming his name.

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∘₊✧ Lars Lindstrom

Lars is a sucker for role play. He’d never have thought it himself, being so shy and all, but it turns out that playing pretend isn’t only fun, it can be such a turn on. He can lose himself in the story or the character, slowly worrying less about himself and what he might be doing wrong, loosening up to really enjoy the sensations instead of focussing heavily on fear of his touch hypersensitivity spoiling the moment. Of course, that’s still very real and something to be considerate of, but role play helps him feel comfortable enough that it doesn’t completely consume him. He loves it when you dress up like one of his favorite characters – it feels so naughty and only makes him want you more. And when he does the same for you, he feels closer to you than ever. It’s a really intimate way to get to know one another, a shared little secret for only the two of you that strengthens your bond further than anything he could have imagined. Lars feels very warm and loved when he thinks of all the nights you share planning out and acting on your secret ideas together. Although he doesn’t realise it can be classed as a kink, auralism is another one that applies to Lars. Hearing you moan for him sends him to Heaven and back every time. Sprinkle in some dirty talk for him and he’ll all but pass out on the spot.

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∘₊✧ Ryland Grace

Katoptronophilia is Rylands vice. He realised he came harder when he watched himself jerk off in a mirror and learned the word for the kink after searching online forums to see how common it is. When he wants to explore this kink with you, he will sit you on his lap, legs spread, his long fingers spreading your folds and dipping inside while he bites and sucks at your neck – all in front of a full length mirror so you can see exactly what he’s doing to you. After you cum, he’ll watch your reactions in the reflection as he fucks you from behind, losing himself in the visuals.

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∘₊✧ Driver

Of course, Driver has a kissing kink. He isn’t even really aware that it’s a kink, he just knows what the feeling of soft lips and a warm, wet tongue against his does to him. Especially when there’s intention behind it, romantic subtext… mmh. He gets lost in those kinds of kisses to the point of coming in his pants, sometimes even just from fantasizing, and he’s perfected kissing to the point that he can get you pretty close, too. He also likes to watch or listen, learning about what you like purely from observation. He’s patient, and he isn’t above listening through the wall, but when you finally get together, he will guide your hand between your legs and lift an eyebrow at you, silently asking for you to show him what you like while he memorises every part of your pleasure, mostly for when he’s ready to fuck you so good you’ll forget anyone who came before him, but also partly for himself – he’ll jerk off in the shower about it later, imagining that you’re listening to him though the wall, now.

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∘₊✧ Henry Letham

Henry enjoys a little pain. It’s not the same when he does it to himself, that’s for different reasons, but if you were to put a cigarette out on his bare skin after a heated kiss, he would moan so prettily. Wax play comes into this too, although that’s more about feeling anything rather than feeling pain. The contrasting heat and cool sharpens his breath and has him suddenly in tune with every sensation in his body. He sees it almost as art, pouring the burning liquid onto your flesh, watching you pour it on him like paint on a masterpiece. The intense sensations help him to know he’s really here, and the psychological edge makes it extra thrilling. It's all a little bit messy and dark, just like him.

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∘₊✧ Ken

Ken has praise kink written all over him. He wants nothing more than to please you, for you to be happy with him, to know he’s done a good job for you. You know what it does to him and sometimes whisper some affirming words in his ear when you’re out somewhere together just to see him blush bright pink. When you breathe, ‘My good Ken,’ in his ear while he’s fucking you, he bites his lip so hard to try and keep his peak from approaching too soon. Continue on, ‘Just like that, you feel so good, don’t stop! You’re so good at fucking me just right-’ and he’s a gonner. Still, he will ask you to explain what you liked about it in detail after, still seeking the high of your praise while you play with his hair and tell him how pretty he is when he comes for you.

[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.

[1-800-imagines]

just watched barbie and holy SHIT. ken has my heart. i will be taking requests for ken at this time (only ryan!ken)

[ideas-live-forever]

Business Trips With Ken!

inspiration strikes! i’m on a roll, i never usually write so much 😭. just some more ken headcanons/blurbs :))

send a request if you have one! i’m looking for some more ideas about what to write!

Ken LIVES to be around you

So when he learns that you have to travel for two weeks or so for your job, he’s a little bitheartbroken

The poor guy immediately assumes that he won’t even hear from you the whole time

You explain to him that you could still call him and talk every day, you just wouldn’t be in person with him for a little

He’s still very sad, but he does his best to be understanding

He helps you pack your bags and insists you bring a bunch of things you definitely don’t need for two weeks 

“Y/n! You *have* to bring your favorite pillow!” Ken insists, pushing it towards you.

You take it in your hands and let out a soft laugh at his antics. He’s so worried about you, and you haven’t even left yet. It’s honestly adorable.

“The places I’m staying at have pillows, love. I’ll be fine.” You reply, your tone affectionate as you delicately set the pillow down.

“But what if they’re not as comfy? Then you won’t be able to sleep, so you might not be able to do work as well! And then you’ll get upset!” Ken persists in his actions, picking the pillow up again and hugging it to his chest. “Just take it, it’ll make me feel better. Please.”

How could you say no to that? Reluctantly, you pack the pillow in your suitcase, looking up to see a much less stressed out boyfriend. 

“Okay, fine. Happy?” 

“Very!” He says, smiling before he gets an idea. “While you’re at it, maybe you should bring this stuffed animal for luck.” 

To your dismay, he holds up his favorite horse plush. His expression is so innocent and caring. It takes practically all of your willpower, but you manage to go without packing it.

You found that horse in your suitcase while on your trip

The next day, he insists on going with you to the airport, and he calls a taxi early in the morning for you two to get there

Ken doesn’t even let you NEAR your suitcase. He pulls it for you all the way to security

When its finally time for you to leave, he gets all teary eyed

Pulls you into a bone crushing hug.

“Call me as soon as you land, okay?” Ken says through sniffles, burying his head in your shoulder. 

“I will. Promise.” You back away from the gif long enough to press a kiss to his cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. And we can call every day.”

Ken nods at that, blinking rapidly to try and stop the tears from really spilling down. He gives you a little smile, incredibly proud of you even though you have to be away from him. The noise of the bustling airport around you seems to draw you out of your sweet moment.

Teary goodbyes

He gives you a nice, long kiss on the lips before he lets go of you

When you finally go through security and he can’t see you anymore, he goes back home and texts you a ‘Safe flight!!! Love you so much!!’

You text him when you land, as promised, and he lets out a breath of relief

While you’re away, Ken is basically texting you all the time

Every time he sees something that remind him of you or he thought you might enjoy, he sends you a picture.

You answer him as soon as you have time too

And every day after work, you call him to catch up

He always picks up on the first ring with a “Y/n! I miss you :(“

If you’re in different time zones, he’ll definitely stay awake until unreasonable hours to talk to you

Until you make him hang up and go to bed

BUT if you have a rough at and tell him about it he will absolutely refuse to go to sleep until he knows you’re feeling better 

He hates not being able to comfort you in person :((

Ken makes plans to pick you up when you land back home from your trip, but he can’t drive, so he calls a taxi again

You barely see Ken before he runs and hugs you, ignoring the weird looks he’s getting from the other people in the airport

He takes all your bags to the taxi and then sits next to you in the backseat, clinging onto your hand

Once you get home, he insists on you resting 

“Ken, I should really unpack a little-“ You start as he practically pushes you into your room.

“No, you have to sleep! You were on a plane today. Get some rest. I’ll unpack. Then we can cuddle!” He says with a tone that sounds like he doesn’t plan on budging in his stance.

He keeps his promise

Ken unpacks all your bags as best as he can, putting things away correctly for the most part

Then, he joins you in the bed, grabbing you around you waist and kissing your forehead

Lots of ‘I love you’s 

He falls asleep with you, excited to hear about your trip more in the morning

[skxllz]

𝒫𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓣𝓸 𝓜𝔂 𝓡𝓮𝓭

ken x male! reader

{ song; hey lover, the daughters of eve }

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

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

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

date started; 11.11.23

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

... right?

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

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

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

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

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

why was he shaking?

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

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

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

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

why were tears coming out of his eyes?

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

why was his... breathing picking up?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it was breaking your heart to see him like this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but dear god, he wanted more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you grinned.

“ of course... come here, blondie. ”

[tweedracer]

I’m begging someone to give me Barbie, Ryan Gosling’s Ken, or Allan x reader prompts PLEASE cringe is dead and I wanna kiss this little plastic toys so bad it makes me look stupid

[drivinmeinsane]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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( i don’t know what compelled me to write this ) dating ken as a human hc’s here after barbie left to the real world, ken never felt