#barbie!reader

[emlynnnnn]

ODD ONE OUT — .5

gosling!ken x barbie!reader

summary | You and Allan need to have a talk. Ken brings you your first flower.

part one , part two , part three , part four , part five

. . .

“WE need to talk,” Came the simple demand from your best friend, Allan, after he had stormed into your book shop one afternoon.

You looked up at him curiously before hesitantly closing over the novel in your hands, slipping it under the register like you always did whenever someone came into the shop to bother you for something—most cases being for a book, of course.

“Yes?” You answered with a raise of your brow, clasping your fingers together patiently as you waited for Allan to explain.

He huffed dramatically before crossing his arms, practically glaring down at you. “You need to stop hanging around Ken,” He stated.

You almost choked on air at the sudden request. “I’m sorry; what?” You managed to respond after getting over your original shock.

“Barbie…” Allen began with a sympathetic glint in his eye. “You’re only gonna end up getting hurt if you keep up this friendship with him,” He explained, confusing you further.

“Allan, I have absolutely no idea what you’re trying to tell me here,” You spoke dryly, not being very amused by his initial proposal of dropping one of your good friends.

Your friend rose a palm to his head, dragging it down his face tiredly at your ignorance to what was obvious to himself. “You’re in love with him!” He exclaimed. “You’re hopelessly in love with him and he can’t return those feelings because he’s hopelessly in love with his own Barbie!”

In all honesty, you hadn’t expected that outburst at all. You felt your face burst into a bright red at the sudden confrontation of your otherwise ignored feelings for Ken along with some hurt that trickled its way into your chest over the honest brutality of Allan’s words.

“Not cool,” You spat, pushing yourself up from the chair behind the register to face your friend with a fiery scowl.

“Barbie, I had to be realistic with you,” Allan looked at you desperately. “I’ve watched you the last few months get progressively more upset over this Ken and I just cannot stand it anymore. As your best friend and your brother from another mother, I’m telling you to leave this friendship behind.”

You stared at Allan blankly for a few moments before furiously shaking your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Al,” You scoffed. “I’m perfectly okay—and I’m not in love with him.”

“I’m your best friend, not blind,” He remarked with a roll of his eye. “If what you feel for him isn’t love, then I clearly hate volleyball.”

You tried to hold in the giggle at his remark, wanting to stay mad at Allan for being so blunt with you—and frankly, for hurting your feelings.

“Please leave my shop, Allan. I don’t want to have this conversation,” You mumbled as you disappeared behind one of your many bookshelves, desperately trying to hide from the situation.

Of course, however, your best friend was quite determined to make his point as he followed you in through the maze of shelves. “I’m serious, Barbie!” He hissed, crossing his arms across his chest with a fiery look on his face. “It’s killing me; seeing you hurt yourself over caring for this guy.”

You grind your teeth in your mouth, taking a deep breath through your nose before slowly turning to face Allan once again. “And I’m serious—I would like you to drop this conversation,” You spoke firmly. “Regardless of what you think about the situation, at the end of the day Ken is my friend and I won’t be dropping him—”

The ringing of the bell over the front door stopped your conversation in its tracks, forcing you to speedily walk back behind the register to tend to whatever customer had just walked in.

“Oh! Ken!” You looked at him in surprise. Of course he would have perfect timing. “What can I do for you?” You asked through grated teeth, desperately trying to give Allan a look to tell him to get out after he had appeared from behind the shelves you had just left behind.

“Just the usual, please. What book do you have for me this week?” Ken asked excitedly as he put last week’s book on the counter to return. “And I have this…” He sent you a charming grin before revealing the hand he had hidden behind his back, holding a tall and healthy sunflower out for you to take.

You gasped, your eyes taking in the ring of bright yellow petals. “Ken! What—?”

“I seen it in the flower shop and I thought of you… Sunflowers just fit your vibe,” He explained sheepishly as you took the stem into your own hands, the tips of his ears turning a bright red.

“I… I don’t even know what to say, Ken… It’s beautiful,” You looked up at him radiantly, your whole face lifted up with the smile tugging at your lips. “Thank you.”

Behind Ken, you hadn’t noticed the disappointed Allan as he trudged his way out of the shop to leave you both be—his whole argument was already forgotten in your mind, so what was the point?

. . .

“KEN?” You questioned from behind your front door, tiredly rubbing your heavy eyes after answering the knock of the door in your pyjamas. “What are you doing here so late?”

“I had to talk to you about this book, Barbie! It’s so fascinating… I couldn’t go to sleep without talking to someone about it, and backflip Ken told me to buzz off, and I usually talk to him about the books I read, but—”

“Okay. Pause,” You cut his rambling off by raising a hand up to his face, letting out a quiet yawn. “You do realise how late it is, right?”

Ken’s face suddenly dropped. “Shoot… Is it really that late?” He asked worriedly. “I hadn’t noticed… I was reading.”

You couldn’t help the smile that grew across your mouth, admiring that he had picked up a habit you yourself had as a reader. “Yes, it’s quite late,” You nodded before noticing that Ken was ready to suggest he should leave. “Come inside,” You quickly cut in, stepping aside for your friend to enter you house.

Ken took a moment to look surprised before making his way into your dream house, looking around curiously—he hadn’t actually been inside before. He quietly admired the fairy lights that lined your walls along with the aesthetically messy assortment of book and film posters. “Wow, it’s so…”

You couldn’t help the cringe that grew on your face, scrunching your shoulders after realising that you had just invited him into your cluttered home. “Messy, I know—”

“What? No. I was gonna say it’s so you,” He shook his head approaching your wall to take a closer look at one of your movie posters. “It’s so awesome.” There was a moment of silence. “I’ve never been inside a dream house…”

You felt quite horrified at this statement—he’d never been inside a house before. “Oh…” You replied stupidly, not being entirely sure what to say in response to that bomb of information. “Well, uh… let yourself get comfortable. Want a drink?” You asked awkwardly, pulling on the hem of your fluffy white pyjama sleeve.

Ken cleared his throat before nodding. “Yes please—just a drink of water.”

You quickly ran to your kitchen, grabbing one of your pink cups before “filling it” with water and handing it back to your friend who gratefully took a “sip”.

“So… Has Barbie really never invited you into her house?” You asked curiously, sitting beside Ken on your sofa.

He shook his head solemnly. “No, she’s always busy when I ask to visit,” He shrugged.

You nodded hesitantly, knowing that was probably a lie being a friend of Barbie’s and all. By all means, Barbie didn’t owe Ken any right into her home if she didn’t want him, but you had assumed that they were friendly enough for visits… Maybe their relationship was purely reliant on Ken’s pining?

“Right,” You nodded. “Well, you can always come visit me at my dream house,” You shrugged, leaning back on the soft cushions on your sofa. “I enjoy the company.”

Ken’s cheeks flushed a soft pink at the invite, not being entirely sure what to do with it but feeling elated nonetheless. “Sick,” He brushed off coolly, crossing his arms over his chest as he also sat back against your sofa to get comfortable.

“Well then, what did you want to talk about with the book?” You eventually asked, referring back to the whole reason he had arrived at your doorstep in the middle of the night.

. . .

RAYS of light refracted through the glass and around the room, annoyingly shining right onto your eyes and waking you up. You stretched your arms and gracefully rose from your place of rest, which you quickly noted was your sofa, and remembered that you had a guest over.

You glanced over to your side where Ken was curled up into a comfortable ball on the other side of the sofa, making you chuckle quietly before reaching over to gently shake him awake.

“Huh…?” He mumbled, still half asleep, before shooting up and frantically looking around. “I fell asleep! Oh gosh, Barbie, I’m so sorry! That was a mistake,” He rushed, jumping up off of the sofa and making you flinch from the sudden movement.

You furrowed your brows. “You’re fine, Ken. Allan stays over all the time,” You explained.

Ken shook his head. “No, no… Staying over is for boyfriend-girlfriend, and I’m stabbing Allan in the back by doing this because we’re not boyfriend-girlfriend!” He shrieked dramatically, pacing around your living room.

You ignored the pang in your chest over his words and decided to focus on the middle part of his outburst, shaking your head with a chuckle. “Do you think Allan and I are boyfriend and girlfriend?” You hid your grin behind your hand. “Because we’re not, and it’s normal for friends to have sleepovers. You do it with the other Ken’s all the time, right?”

“That’s not the same. We all live on beach together,” Ken stared at you flatly, raising an amused brow as he looked down at you with his hands resting on his hips.

You rolled your eyes before pushing yourself up off of the sofa. “Regardless, it’s normal for friends to sleep over,” You continued, walking past Ken. “Do you want some cereal? I can’t cook you eggs or anything because I need to buy more food from grocer Barbie…” You mumbled to yourself.

Ken shook his head, looking awkwardly tense as he continued to stand in the middle of the room. Clearly, you weren’t going to be able to sway him on the whole “sleepovers are normal” topic.

“I guess I should go,” He scratched his neck.

You sighed, nodding your head understandingly before leading the blond man to your front door. “You’re welcome here anytime, Ken,” You pursed your lips up at him as he stopped in your doorframe, looking down at you thoughtfully before pulling you in for a quick hug.

“Thank’s for having me over, Barbie!” He thanked you cheerfully, already gone back to his normal self—it was bizarre how quickly he had switched from being frantic to merry.

You waved your friend off as he strolled down the street and out of sight, spotting one of your neighbours, doctor Barbie, giving you an odd look. “Hi Barbie!” You sent her a wave, gritting your teeth together for as genuine of a smile you could muster. This was slightly awkward—she had caught Ken leaving your house.

She sent you back a rather confused greeting before getting into her own car and driving off, leaving you behind as you let out a sigh of relief and walked back into your home.

. . .

—> part six

. . .

[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)

[callieyanderechan]

Yandere Barbie and Ken (2023) with a 1960s Barbie s/o?

That I can anon!

YANDERE!BARBIE AND KEN X 60s!BARBIE!READER

Barbie and Ken think you are so cute!

With your bubble haircut and gloves and shit

You just scream innocence

When Barbie starts having thoughts of f death she also starts having thoughts of being with you <3

When Ken finds out about the patriarchy he finds out about women of the 50s/60s and instantly thinks of you

You could be his little housewife <3

So they both become obsessed for different reasons

But obviously if they fought over you, you would get scared of them

So when Barbie comes back to Barbieland she makes a deal with Ken

He will demolish the patriarchy and the two of them will share you

Barbie guilts you into being with them

"I thought I lost my home and all my friends and I still can't stop thinking about.... death. I need you"

You feel bad for her so you agree to be with her

Then somehow Ken is involved

You don't even know how

One day it was you and Barbie

Then the next it was you, Barbie and Ken

And the relationship is kinda confusing

You are dating Barbie but you're married to Ken but Ken is not married to Barbie and Barbie is not dating Ken

Of course they have to keep their darling safe. Away from all the other Barbie's and Ken's and Allan

So Barbie gets a new dreamhouse. Far away from all the other dreamhouses

And every night you choose who's bed you sleep in because obviously Ken and Barbie aren't going to share a bed

Because they are loyal to you

You are literally never allowed to leave the dreamhouse

You spend all day cooking and cleaning and dressing up in pretty dresses

And generally just being a pretty housewife

Dr Barbie came to the dreamhouse once to see you

No one has seen her since

Barbie and Ken swear they don't know what happened

They do

Everyone learns to leave the three of you alone after that

As long as they stay away from the secluded the dreamhouse then they are safe from suffering the same fate as Dr Barbie

What happened to Dr Barbie?

Barbie and Ken may or may not have played with her too roughly

GOOD THING THEY LIVE NEXT TO THE BEACH

Overall you are literally stuck. You should of ran to the real world when you could

[edsforehead]

Heavily tattooed!Eddie X Barbie!reader, inspired by this blurb by @newlips(who may or may not have been the inspo for Barbie)

Couldn’t stop thinking about this blurb and had to make a lil something for it 💖

[munsonology]

All the Barbie!readers im seeing has my wheels turning again 👀

It’s Erica’s twelfth birthday, a year after Vecna is defeated. Eddie finally got his degree by taking Summer classes between physical therapy and his court appearances. Dr. Owens helped Eddie clear his name.

Lucas, Eddie, and the rest of the Hellfire Club go shopping at the rebuilt Starcourt Mall to find gifts for the birthday girl. Eddie has never shopped for a kid before, he doesn’t know what preteen girls like. The little girl next door always has a doll with her so he buys Erica a Barbie doll.

When it’s time to open presents, Erica opens Eddie’s gift and looks at him blankly. “I even got you an outfit change and everything. You could be twins,” Eddie suggests.

“Do I look like I play with Barbies you shroom head loser?”

“Erica!” Sue reprimands. “Apologize!”

“Sorry you couldn’t give me a good gift. Why is the box dirty anyway?”

“Erica.”

The girl sighs loudly with an eye roll, “thank you for coming.”

Eddie nods, that’s the only thanks he’ll get and honestly he’s proud of his youngest sheep.

After the party, Eddie takes his unwanted gift home. He can return it and get his money back. He’d need it for gas anyway.

As he sleeps, the box forgotten on the dresser in his cluttered room, the clock strikes 3am.

The next morning, Eddie wakes up to the shrill of his alarm. Stretching up in bed he meets the gaze of a strange woman sitting naked on the dresser. The plastic and cardboard box on the floor.

“Hi! I’m Barbie!” You say.

Eddie screams bloody murder which makes you scream too. When he calms down, you giggle. “That was fun! Can we do it again?”

[writingsofwesteros]

barbie!reader would probably find one of helaena brothers first… immediately knowing who they were when helaena would blabber to the barbie about them.

She tells Aegon how he enjoyed his hair being braided..she says it so innocently as well

[holdoncallfailed]

SPILLED.

[shari-berri]

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

[yandere-wishes]

Normal People: "Why did u start writing Yandere content?"

Most Yandere Authors: "I wanted to express my dark desire for a forbidden romance through a creative medium. Forgoing social norms to create a love that is most cruel yet utterly true. To appease the lethal love that lays dormant within my bones, rattling me with its yearning for freedom. To show the world a love that is hideous, dangerous, yet wholly profuse. The sort of love only found under a moonless sky. A romance that can kill and heal with the same hand. To fashion ballads of broken hearts and damaged minds trapped in a waltz of shimmering hearts."

Me: I want to get kidnapped so I won't have any responsibilities.

[nnarellia]

girls when they remember it all too well

[sytoran]

𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 | barbie!wanda

Having been a Barbie her whole life, Wanda hasn’t got a clue about how her newly-human body works. Thankfully, you happen to be the best gynecologist in town.

pairing: innocent!barbie!wanda x fem!gynecologist!reader

word count: 2054

warnings: smut (18+), not exactly a dark fic - surprisingly consensual given the circumstances, just barbie!wanda exploring her identity and being corruptibly cute

Wanda didn’t quite know what to expect when she stepped foot into the gynecology centre. It’s to learn more about your body, Natasha had said, urging her to go. The doctors there will help you. 

She hopes her doctor is nice.

.

“Name?”

“Wanda Barbara Maximoff.”

“Your queue number is 476. Please proceed to Room B when your number is shown on the screen.”

“Okay.”

.

The metal handle of the door is cold.

That’s the first thing Wanda registers when her right hand meets the shiny surface. It’s a contrast to the warm blood that flows within her body, thrumming in her veins and sliding under the surface of her supple skin.

Temperature. Texture. Telltale emotions.

It’s a whole new world, really, with a human body. Wanda certainly isn’t used to existing within one that isn’t Barbie-like. 

She can’t jump out a window and fly two floors down without breaking any bones. (You don’t want to know the story behind that.) 

She can’t walk out of the house in full-body neon pink, either. (That one can be achieved with a severe lack of others’ opinion, but Wanda gets this human thing they call ‘anxiety’.)

Change.

That’s what it’s called, experiencing new things, and that’s what this is about.

Wanda pushes down the door handle. She can do this.

.

“First time?”

“Uhm, yes.”

The doctor’s back is facing Wanda, going clickety-clackety on the computer that actually works and is not made of plastic. It’s a female gynecologist, just like she requested. (Wanda loves women! She’s all for strong and independent women.) 

Wanda probably staring at the back of the doctor’s head a little too hard, but then the doctor swivels in her chair, finally turning to face Wanda, and turns out Wanda actually can’t do this anymore.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Y/N, and I’m your gynecologist.”

.

(This Barbie is going through gay panic, except she doesn’t know it.)

Of all the things that could possibly happen to her, of course Wanda's gynecologist is the most attractive person she’s ever laid her eyes on.

This was not how this was supposed to go. Wanda’s brain is short-circuiting, and she has this new feeling coursing through her body that causes her heart rate to speed up exponentially. It’s new. And different. And oddly nice.

“Wanda? You alright, sweetheart?”

The blonde snaps out of it with a flushed face, snapping her jaw shut. Sweetheart? Vision – a Ken – had tried calling her that once. She didn’t like it.

Sweetheart.

Wanda decides that she likes the way you say it.

“Yep. I’m right here. Sorry.”

You get this side smile on your face for a moment, something flickering in your eyes as you stare at Wanda, and it causes the biggest shiver to run down her spine. 

Wanda’s heart is palpitating uncontrollably. If anyone heard it right now she’d probably die of embarrassment.

You pull out a stethoscope.

F***. (She learnt that word from Tony.)

.

Wanda’s skin burns under your touch, as you place the medical instrument over her chest, listening keenly to her heartbeat. 

The blonde thinks she’s going to pass out, with the way you move your rolling chair over so close your legs could touch hers.

“It’s quite fast,” you murmur, your voice taking on a lower tone, and Wanda has to physically swallow before her heart breaks through the constraints of her ribcage.

“O-oh,” Wanda responds breathily, a lot higher-pitch than she had anticipated, and she swears your eyes darken just a tad bit. (She doesn’t know what that implies. But it’s kind of hot.)

“Turn around,” you continue, moving back slightly to give your patient space. Wanda releases the breath she was holding and steals all the air she can, but when your hands slide up and under the back of her shirt, all that air is lost again.

It takes every cell of Wanda’s existence not to let out a whimper when you apply pressure on the stethoscope, right above the clasp of her bra. 

That new feeling has been amplified by a thousandfold, travelling from your touch to her skin to her heart and right between her legs.

(This Barbie is experiencing lust.)

.

“Alright, I’ve been informed that you’re a rather special case, Wanda,” you comment, not unkindly. “You don’t have any past medical records. So today I just want to check that everything is in good condition. We’ll do a quick pelvic exam to test your sexual and reproductive health, is that alright with you?”

Wanda doesn’t know what a pelvic test is. But she’d do anything you told her to, honestly, so she just nods.

“Okay, so you need to strip and lay down on the bed for me.”

“...Huh?”

(This Barbie is thinking dirty thoughts.)

.

Wanda is clothed in a blue surgical gown. She doesn’t know whether to be thankful or disappointed for that.

All she knows is that the material is scratchy against her chest (or more specifically, her nipples are all tingly — she’s not quite sure what that means yet, but it feels strangely good), and that your gloved hands are spreading her thighs open on the operating bed.

Her feet meet the stirrup supports at the end of the bed, knees falling open, and the way you move your rolling chair between her legs in a swift motion has Wanda questioning how she ever entertained the idea of liking Kens.

Your hands run down the expanse of her thighs — probably a little longer than you should have, not that Wanda’s complaining — and your gaze locks on the pinkish bareness of Wanda’s pussy.

The reaction is instinctive, non-commital, subconscious. “Uhm,” Wanda whines, trying to close her thighs. She squirms under your inspective gaze, biting into her lip and trying to shift away from the grip of your gloved hands.

She’s so bare, so open, so vulnerable. But that’s not what scares her. It’s the fact that she doesn’t mind, not around you.

You seem to catch wind of this, and don’t release your grip on her thighs. 

Wanda stares at you with her heart hammering in her chest. Wide-eyed and flushed. The pulse grows from her chest to between her legs and that’s never happened before.

“Sweetheart,” you murmur, very softly, and Wanda melts like putty in your arms.

Her knees fall open again.

.

The rest of the examination goes somewhat smoothly.

Save for the embarrassing little squeaks Wanda makes when you peer a little too closely at her cunt, it’s not too bad. 

She knows you’re discerning possible signs of swelling and soreness or something along those medical lines Wanda is hardly an expert in, but what’s more concerning is the warm liquid pooling in her lower belly.

Wanda’s never felt like this before, especially not as a Barbie, especially not this vividly.

When that warmth spreads to the tip of her folds, threatening to emerge on its surface, Wanda’s breath catches in her throat. She doesn’t know what it means that she’s going to be wet.

“All done,” you comment, leaning back, and Wanda’s legs snap shut just as her pussy grows damp, for the first time.

Crisis averted.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you say, almost sadistically, watching her reaction with an amused look. “That’s just the external visual exam. The second part of the pelvic exam is where I get down to the real stuff, yeah? I’m going to have to put my fingers inside you.”

(This Barbie is dangerously close to passing out from skyrocketing levels of libido.)

.

“I normally use lubricant on my gloved fingers for my patients, but I have a feeling you won’t need it,” you comment dryly, casually tugging off your surgical gloves and tossing them into the trashcan.

Wanda is too embarrassed to respond. Her face is flushed, her nipples are extra tingly, and her pussy is thoroughly soaked at this point. 

And you’re just there, sitting between her legs with your hands on her thighs, a very badly hidden smirk on your face.

She kind of wants to slap your dirty mouth. Or maybe kiss it.

“This is a speculum,” you announce, pulling out a metal-hinged tool. “And I’m going to use it to keep your pretty pussy open. Make sure you don’t close up on me again.”

Wanda squeals at your choice of words, slapping your arm in embarrassment. At this point, there’s hardly a need for professionalism, but she’s still not used to the whole thing.

You let a laugh slip from your lips, thoroughly enjoying yourself as you put the medical instrument in place. Wanda’s so pretty, so innocent. 

A more sensual look takes over your features when you’re greeted with the sight of her glistening cunt again. Precious.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

.

“Oh!” The high-pitched noise Wanda makes when two of your fingers push inside her pussy is downright filthy. 

The sensations of your warm fingers bounce all around Wanda’s body and the room. It’s only your fingertips, and you’ve barely moved at all, but Wanda’s slick is dripping and she’s already stimulated like she’s never been before.

“More,” Wanda whines, bringing her hips up, urging you to continue. You press her down by the lower belly, your warm spreading out over her skin.

“This is an examination,” you state, no room for question. Your eyes narrow, and Wanda gulps. “We’re doing it how I like it.”

The blonde looks up at you with those doe-green eyes, pouting adorably, before nodding obediently. She’s been so busy ruling Barbieland that relinquishing all that power for once might certainly be pleasant.

You continue to slowly slide your two fingers in her cunt, and Wanda lets out a whimper. Her body moves with your touch like you’re her puppeteer, but maybe she needs it because this feeling is so, so new.

“Feels s’good,” she gasps, and you want to chastise her because it technically isn’t supposed to feel good, but you see the dizzied look on Wanda’s pretty little face and you relent.

It definitely isn’t the first time you’ve had your fingers in a woman, so your practiced fingers curl with expert ease to find her sweet spot. “Oh!” Wanda moans, louder, lithe body arching on the operation bed.

“Shit,” you swear, fingers curling again so you can see that exact reaction. You start to move, faster, harbouring this carnal desire to make Wanda scream and beg.

She’s so innocent, so corruptible, so easy. 

Sooner than later, you’re bent over Wanda’s body on the bed, wrist hammering in and out of her sweet pussy, finding all the spots that make her weak.

“Pretty girl,” you pant, biting hickeys into collarbone and her breasts. Her blonde locks are splayed out on the pillow, body shaking with each thrust, eyes screwed shut in pleasure, and it’s the most breathtaking sight you’ve ever chanced upon.

You memorise every stroke that makes her arch, every spot that makes her whine — perks of being a gynecologist, you supposed — you find your way around her body like it’s child’s play, and all too soon Wanda’s nearing a hypothetical edge.

“I think- I think I’mna pee,” Wanda cries, clawing at your wrist because the feeling is too much. She can hardly think, at the sheer pace and ferocity of which you were taking her cunt.

“Ever heard of a clitoris?” you question breathlessly, still pummeling your wrist into her soaked pussy. Wanda’s dripping, actually dripping. If she thought she was wet before, she was now soaking the sheets.

“Wh-what?” she responds, equally as breathless. Her mind was all fuzzy, barely registering your question.

“It’s this,” you add, bringing your thumb to harshly press against her swollen and puffy clit.

Wanda screams.

(This Barbie reaches another plane of existence with fantastical pleasure.)

.

It turns out Wanda is a ‘squirter’. She doesn’t know what the implications of that are. 

“Do I need to come back next week?” Wanda asks innocently, knowing full well gynecologist visits only needed to be scheduled once a year. She’s perched on the edge of the bed, back in her clothes.

“Definitely,” you respond, scanning over the test results calmly, like you hadn’t just made Wanda squirt twice in less than thirty minutes. 

“Doctor’s orders?” Wanda asks playfully, purposefully batting her lashes when you look up from your computer.

You don’t bother hiding the chuckle that leaves your lips at her antics. “Yeah, doctor’s orders.”

a/n: you do not want to know how many health sites i visited to learn about pelvic exams and gynecology. | main m.list

[gudfornuthin]

Ken: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Barbie: Sure!

Barbie: Whats your favorite color?

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

[callieyanderechan]

Hello!

I don’t know if your still doing requests, but if you are can you do one where reader is a singer Barbie and she is besties with Stereotypical Barbie and she sings at Barbie’s big blowout party? I know there’s not really a plot but I just thought it would be fun. Also, I adore all your stories they’re awesome!

Hi! Thank you so much for saying my stuff is awesome that means a lot to me ❤️

If you want a yandere version just ask

BARBIE (2023) X SINGER!BARBIE!READER

Barbie had always loved your singing

Well everyone did, you where singing barbie

But Barbie loved it the most

Your singing always made her day amazing

Her day wasn't perfect if she didn't hear your voice

So when she was planning her blowout party with all the Barbie's and planned choreography she knew she had to have you sing

And she couldn't have been happier when you said yes

At the party she didn't pay attention to Ken or Ken or Alan or Midge or the other Barbie's, all she was focused on was you

Okay but this is definitely happening instead of her existential crisis

The little kids playing with you two don't own Ken's so they are making you two date ❤️

During the party instead of asking everyone if they think about dying she asks you if you ever think about having a girlfriend

Its all very cute and girly pop

Toxic gossip train? More like lesbian Barbie bus

I love them

Btw I totally imagined reader as Keira from princess and the popstar while writing this

[acozysoulwrites]

✮ Dating Ken Headcanons (bc i adore him) ✮

I watched the Barbie movie and i am in love with Ryan’s Ken… sooo here we are

✮ You met Ken at one of Barbie’s parties.

✮ He was slumped over in the corner of the room, his head resting in his hand with a pouty frown.

✮ “What’s wrong?” you asked, nearing him.

✮ He had never seen you before. You were a new Barbie, you wrote poetry, Writer Barbie is what people knew you as.

✮ “Oh you know, doin what i do best” he says unenthusiastically

✮ You frowned and looked around him… he was doing… nothing?

✮ “And that is…?”

✮ This made Ken glance up at you and when he did, his face quickly turned from solemn to shocked.

✮ After that night, the two of you started hanging out way more.

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✮ Soon you two made it official and threw a party at your dream house to announce it to the other Barbies and Kens

✮ Dating Ken was wonderful. He was this ball of happiness and energy that kept you on your toes.

✮ He often followed you around throughout the day.

✮ When you asked him to move in with you, he cried.

✮ “No freakin way” he said through teary eyes. “This is like… so cool” he said with a glossy eyed smile.

✮ He does face masks with you, and usually gets more enjoyment out of it than you.

✮ You write poems about him, which he also cries over.

✮ He was the first to say “I love you”.

✮ This was said at the beach, while he sang a song and played his guitar for you.

✮ You go on dinner dates all the time, he takes you to the nicest places.

✮ When he is sick, he clings to you, not letting you leave his side. You don’t mind it.

✮ He cried when you two watched the notebook together.

✮ He also cries during most Disney films.

✮ (He cries a lot)

✮ He is the best at cuddling, literally like a single hug from him is enough to soothe all your worries.

✮ 100% male-wife. He lets you pick his outfits out if you want, and he cooks breakfast for you, cleans your dream house while you write, he’s really the whole package.

if you want more Ken, interact with this somehow! i am also taking requests!

[munsonology]

Eddie and spiderbie 🥰

I can’t wait for the Barbie movie!!!!!

Eddie and Barbie reader 😭 she’s the doll he gets Erica for her birthday but erica doesn’t like Barbie like that so she takes the second option he got for her, a new my little pony set

Too bad this doll was at the center of the ‘earthquake’ 🤭

[writingsofwesteros]

aegon would bring barbie!reader home, he doesn’t care if the barbie doll was helaena; this human barbie is his now, he likes her braiding his short hair; plus barbie!reader is fascinated by the real world, he tells her everything about their world

He's going to enjoy teaching her..but she is very sweet on Helaena. So wild !!