â⚠⌠99% NOT LOVE ! | kinich x gn!reader
â in which two people notice what two people don't .
â i've gone absolutely batshit over him your honour. im going to now start writing for kinich like a crazed man dying of thirst in the desert. let it be known that streamer!au kinich, enemies to lovers with poacher mc and other ideas are coming up (no im not cheating on xiao shush)
mualani notices it.
"hehe."
and you hear it.
"so! there's a little..." she stares at you with the most serious face you've ever seen on the girl, acting suspiciously unlike herself. gesturing at you with exaggerated hand movements, then pointing toward who knows where, she eyes you. mischievously. "something that's 'going on', yea?"
and at first, you have absolutely no clue what she could be referring to. mualani is a sociable person, after all. her definition of "something" could range anywhere between a particularly cute baby saurian to an out-of-control-bonfire turned wildfire.
with the only eventful thing today being a brief morning surf session with sharky, you just sat there, never having felt more lost.
mualani grabs your shoulders in an iron grip, leaning forward to the point she's almost beginning to seem menacing. you can see the moment where she tries to think over something (which she never does quite successfully) before she straight up shouts:
"ah!! i'll just spell it out for you!! you. and kinich. bestie. spill."
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.
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ajaw did more than just "notice" it.
"you..! kIINICH, did you seriously have to-"
"noisy."
"selfish assh- ALMIGHTY DRAGONLORD K'UHUL AJAW HAS HAD ENOUGH OF THE DISRESPECT! TIME AND TIME AGAIN, yOU'VE-"
"once again, ajaw. be quiet."
"sure sure, and pretend i didn't see you and that someone do a little smoochy-smooch, huh?! UGH, now you've asked for it- KINICH AND LOVEY DOVEY, SITTIN' IN A TREE, K-I-S-S-I-N-"
ajaw was what you would call a "witness". though, most would use that term in regards to one seeing a crime or heinous event take place â this event was nothing of that nature.
well, as far as kinich was concerned, the matter was simple. you'd ventured all the way to scions of the canopy to give him a gift, (claiming it was for the time he'd helped you after a couple of yumkausarus hadn't enjoyed your fruit offering and instead decided to off you), and he'd refused to accept it. he wasn't one to receive reimbursement for others, and he didn't particularly like talking either â it was a well-known fact, almost law in natlan, that if the malipo ignored your words, all you need do was apologize and continue on.
well, you did exactly the opposite.
"no thanks."
"...sorry?"
"i don't need it."
"haha, so 'malipo' kinich's rumored no-nonsense nature really proved to be true! now come over here so i can give you my fucking gift!"
you were rather adamant about giving it to him. the reason? you'd bought the gift on a whim after seeing it being sold by a passing merchant, advertised as "80% only today if you buy within the next like 4 minutes" and you'd immediately dropped every mora you had. it was the most useless little thing ever, and you didn't want it at this point, but.. the deals. how could you return such an item???
naturally, you handed it off to the man you'd seen for a good two minutes before he flew, or did whatever his thing was, away. the man had remembered furrowing his brows the slightest, listening to ajaw's persistent yellings of "IT'S AN OFFERING TO ME, TAKE IT" and feeling an oncoming headache. "i said i didn't.."
as he turned to walk away, three unfortunate(?) things occured.
a rock under your shoe and a very graceful process of falling to the ground
kinich looking back (his mistake)
a kiss...?
oh, and two extra.
4. ajaw had saw it all.
5. and mualani, who had saw you from a distance and was coming to greet you, was faced with a sight she could not process.
...Now that he thought over it again, was the matter really "simple"? kinich's job was what he considered simple â split 70% to investigation, 10% to final decision, and 10% to execution, well portioned and planned out.
then, this...
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"girlie, you've seriously got the wrong idea. i'm telling you, we aren't dating!"
"mmmokay. of course! because not-dating people kiss allll the time!"
you paused for a moment, remembering kinich's even tone, stern gaze, and... ah, a face that deserved a gold medal.
"it's only 99% not love, okay mualani? but if it wasn't..."
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"... and it's 99% not love, ajaw."
(a/n) darling im back from jail part 2. daddys home part 2. not funny? ok. HIHIHIHI ive bene really built like a sun dried raisin lately but kinich is the healing holy water that has saved me i will write more for him in the future because i love him a stupid amount its like the first time in a decade I've written for just ONE character and AND AND
I THOUGHT HE WOULDNT OCME HOME BECAUSE I ONLY HAD 68 WISHES OUT OF MY ORIGINAL LIKE 100+ AND RUINED MY CHANCES BECAUSE OF REALLY REALLY WANTING MuALANI (i love her sm) BUT. BUT BRO CAME HOME. ON THE FIRST 10 PULL AND WON THE 50/50 JUST LIKE MUALANI DID (or is it 45/55 now idk) LIVE LAUGH LOVE KINICH !!
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Never Have I Ever⌠| E.M x Virgin!Reader
TJâs 2K Request celebration!
@nailbatanddungeon : âI have a request for youuu. Okay, this is Eddie x Virgin!reader, reader is still new to everything, but there is one thing that the reader needs but is scared to push because the reader is TOUCH STARVED (So am I)â
Cw: reader and Eddie are in their mid to late 20âs, touch starved virgin!reader, angst, fluff, alcohol, throwing up(too much alcohol consumption), hangovers, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, protected sex. Friends to lovers
WC: 3.1k
I hope you enjoy!! đ
âYouâll get there; youâre just a late bloomer, is allâ
A late bloomer, youâve heard it your whole life- and youâre sick of it. Sick of feeling behind in life? Youâre in your twenties now and getting absolutely shit-faced because youâve never done anything in this game of never have I ever.
You, Nancy, Steve, Eddie, Robin, Jonathan, and a few others were at the block party, and you somehow ended up involved in the juvenile game.
âNever have I ever kissed the same gender,â you drank.
âNever have I ever dumped anyone,â you drank.
âNever have I ever smoked weed,â you drank.
âNever have I ever said the wrong name in bed.â Thatâs rich because youâve never been in a bed with anyone to begin with.
You hadnât relized how much youâve had to drink until you stood up.
âWoah, you okay?â You hear Nancy speak as you wobble.
You had wanted to get up and get more to drink because, unlike the others, your cup was empty.
âYeah.â You tried to get out, but it sounded more like a grunt to the others.
Ignoring their protests, you stumbled your way back to the kitchen, feeling sorry for yourself.
You fumble with the lid of the hard liquor bottle until a strong ring-clad hand clasps over yours. You freeze, pissed off and embarrassed, knowing who the hand belongs to.
Even in your inebriated state, you get that same feeling whenever he is around you. You feel the heat in your cheeks instantly as the butterflies in your stomach irrupts.
âI donât think thatâs a good idea, Sweetheart.â
You look down, not wanting to see the look on his face.
âI donât careâ you slur. God, you will hate yourself in the morning.
Of all people, it had to be Eddie to come and check on you?
Thatâs how he wasâalways worried, always babying you because you âwerenât experienced in life,â according to his words, and it made you mad! It made you seem like a child, and you were sick of people treating you as such. You were a grown woman, you had a 9:00-5:00, an apartment, and a degree, but none of that matteredânot when it came to dating and love.
âSweetheart, please, you need to slow down.â
âWhy?â You rolled your eyes. âIâm a big girl I can handle my alcohol.â You huffed.
âI just thinkâ "
"IM TIRED OF WHAT YOU THINK!" you've had enough. No one took you seriously, and you couldn't help that Eddie happened to be the only one to feel your wrath.
"Woah, okay-okay, Iâm sorry."
âIâm sick of everyone treating me like a child!" the dam broke, and streams of mascara fell down your cheeks.
"I don't think you're a child." Eddie timidly reached out his comforting hand.
"Yes, you do."
"When haveâ "
"ANY TIME WE ARE OUT, EDDIE! Like last week at the bar, I was so close to getting that guy's number and you swooped in acting like my father!"
"Sweetheart Iâ"
"Don't sweetheart me!" You cut him off once again. "It's demeaning."
"y/n. Let me take you home. We can talk about this tomorrow."
"I donât want to."
"Too bad we are going." Eddie no longer gave you a choice. He took your hand and started to pull you along with him.
You stumbled, tripping over your feet because your balance was gone completely.
âWoah, see my point exactly.â
âShut up.â You mumble, and Eddie canât help but stifle a laugh. You were so cute.
Eddie didnât mean to make you think you were juvenileâŚ. He admired you and wanted to protect you; you were a woman to him, all women. He liked you; he really liked you. The only reason he swoops in is because he doesnât want you with anyone who isnât him, not because he doesnât think youâre not capable⌠He dreams about how capable you can be. He just didnât have the balls to say it to your face.
The thought of you not having any experience never even crossed his mind. He still had no clue youâd never been intimate with someone; he didnât even know how inexperienced you were until the game. He watched and raised an unknowing brow each time you took a gulp.
Eddie took your keys from your hands and unlocked your front door for you. The whole car ride had been eerily silent. You didnât dare speak a word without the threat of vomit coming up with it.
You silently stumbled into your home. Eddie followed closely behind. He helped you take off your sneakers. He led you to the bathroom and found some makeup wipes to help you take off your makeup, but halfway through, you turned to the toilet as the tequila made its way back up.
Thatâs when you broke; you were so embarrassed. âWhatâs wrong with me?â You cried.
âNothing is wrong with you, swee-.â But he cut himself off, remembering that you scolded him earlier in the evening.
âYes, there is something wrong with me! Nobody wants me.â
âThatâs not true.â Eddie stroked the back of your head as you emptied out the contenders of your stomach into the porcelain bowl.
âThen why am I still a virgin?!â You sobbed.
Eddie was stunned, speechless. He had no idea. He just thought you didnât like sharing your sex life, not that you didnât have one.
So he let you cry into his chest. Your tears stained his shirt, but he didnât care; he was here to take care of you.
âCome on, letâs get you to bed,â he guided you after he helped you ride your mouth out.
You crashed as soon as your head hit the pillow. Eddie thought of leaving but was worried you would need him if you woke up, so he took the couch.
You awoke with a throbbing pain pounding in your head. You were never drinking again. The night was murky; you started remembering bits and pieces but not everything. You get up and notice the bottle of painkillers and a glass of water you definitely didnât put there.
Then you remembered Eddie bringing you home and let out an aggravated groan. How could you have been so messy? And in front of Eddie, out of all people? Why couldnât Robin and Nancy bring you home? What did you say to him? Were you mean? Did you yell at him? You remember crying, but the reasoning was foggy.
You begrudgingly take the water and pills and almost gag, trying to get them down, but you manage. You also smell like a minibar, so you strip and walk to your bathroom.
After a long hot shower, you get dressed and must put some food into your empty stomach.
You walked past a sleeping Eddie, not seeing him curled up in the living room, and started noisily making yourself some breakfast.
âIs that the way you wake up all your guests?â
You screamed as you threw the fork you had in fright.
âEddie, what the fuck?!â You clench your chest as you take big breaths to calm your racing heart.
âSorry, Angelâ
Angel⌠thatâs new? Itâs always been sweetheart.
âI didnât know you stayed?â
âYeah⌠you um. Were in pretty rough shape last night, I didnât want you to be alone... so I slept in the couch. I hope thatâs okayâ
âThank you, Eddie, Iâm sorry I ruined your night.â You looked down, ashamed.
âYou didnât ruin it.â He shook his head.
âWell, I owe you one,â you giggle awkwardly. Eddie and you hardly ever hang out one-on-one.
âHow are you feeling?â
âLike absolute shit.â You hand Eddie a black coffee.
âYeah, well, you really went hard in that game of never have I ever.â
You met out a moan of embarrassment. Your memory came flooding back.
Mortification consumed you as you didnât want to look Eddie in the eyes. You cried in his arms last night after you puked your guys out.
��Oh godâ
âItâs okay, Angel. Nothing to be embarrassed about.â
âWhat happened to sweetheart?â You tried to change the subject.
âYou said it was demeaningâŚâ
âOh god, I did?â You peek up and see Eddie silently nod his head yes.
âIâm sorry, itâs not⌠I like the nickname. I justâŚ. I was feeling so emotional last night, and the alcohol.â You tried not to gag at the thought.
âSâall good.â He shrugged. But he was replaced to hear you liked being called sweetheart. It suited you; he didnât call anyone else that, either. It was reserved just for you.
âUm, so about last night, you mentioned nobody wanting youâŚ.â Oh god, was he really doing this now? âI donât think thatâs true.â Yes, he was.
âHuh?â You sit up, taking a sip of your coffee.
âYou cried about how you didnât think anyone wanted you, but itâs not true⌠I want you.â
Did you hear that right? Did you get water in your ears from the shower?
âYou do?â Your eyes widen.
âYeah,â he looks at you sheepishly.
âOh?â You were in shock.
âShit-I-Iâm sorry, I ruined everything.â Eddie stood up, but you stood up with him, not wanting him to leave.
âNo, Eddie, wait!â You grab his shoulder and turn him to face you. You couldnât let him leave, not now.
âSweeetheart, please let me be mortified in peace.â
âKiss me.â
Eddie stares at you before you tell him one more time.
âKiss me, Eddie.â
Then you feel his hands grip the back of your head and pull you in.
You didnât think anything could cure your hangover but this comes pretty damn close.
You melt into his touch, his hands cup your head, your hands find his waist. It feels right, so right you think youâre floating.
No one had kissed you in what felt like years, and maybe it had been, but it was worth the wait.
Hands danced around one anotherâs bodies, and tongues and teeth clashed. It was messy; it was needy.
âWoah woah woah, sweetheart, hold on.â Eddie pulled back breathlessly.
âWhatâs wrong?â You look up at him, concernedâŚ. Had he changed his mind?
âI think we should slow down.â
âI donât want to.â
âSweetheart, itâs okay. We have time.â
âNo.â You shook your head. âIâve waited long enough.â
âSweetheart, I donât thinkâ"
"No! I need this, I want this." You look him dead in the eyes.
"You tell me if you want to stop, okay? Promise me."
"Okay, Eddie."
Eddie waists, not another second to take you in a feverish kiss. His hands roam your body, landing on your ass. It excites you so much you can feel the familiar tingling ruminating lower and lower.
You moan his name and press your whole body into his; you need to feel him, all of him⌠and you can. His hard cock is digging into your hip bone, and you connect your bodies.
Stumbling back without breaking the kiss, Eddie leads you to your bedroom. You fall backwards onto your bed with a gasp.
hovering above you is Eddie. You can see the lust behind his eyes as he scans your body.
"If im doing anything you don't like, tell me. This is about you, okay?"
âOkay,â you breathe as he lowers down to his knees. You watch his hands run up the tops of your thighs before spreading them wider so he can have access to where he wants you the most.
Running his fingers down your centre, you canât help but moan at the feeling. You are greedy; you want to feel everything all at once.
Wasting no more time, you pull down the stretchy waistband of your pants and yank your underwear down with it. No time to be self-conscious- the need to feel Eddie fueled your desire.
âBeautiful,â Eddie whispered as he left a trail of kisses up your thigh, hovering just above your mound.
âCan I taste you?â
âYes, please. Take care of me, I want it so bad,â You whine desperately. If you werenât so horny, youâd be embarrassed by your words, but with Eddie, everything felt right.
Eddieâs lips latched into your soaked pussy, and you watched as his eyes rolled back in enjoyment. He didnât hold back; he wanted this to be the best head of your life, even if itâs the only head of your life. You grip his hair in your fist, not expecting the pleasure to ripple through you so quickly.
âTaste so good, sweetheart; I wanna live in this pussy.â
âOh god!â You cry as a single digit breaches your wanton hole.
Slowly, with his tongue and his finger pumping into you, youâre nearly there. Considering how long youâve waited for this moment, it doesn't take much more. Youâre cumming within minutes.
âGood girl, you okay?â he slaps the inside of your thigh and your body jerks.
âMore,â you beg. It wasnât enough; nothing would be able to satiate you until his cock was deep inside you.
âYou sure? We can stop if youâre not readyâ
âNeed you now.â You grab him by the shirt collar and pull him towards you for a searing kiss.
âOkay,â he mumbles into your mouth, crawling up your body.
You loved the feel of his weight on top of you, consuming you with every kiss.
âWant you, Eddieâ you moan as your hands toy with the hem of his shirt.
âYou have me.â He dips his head lower to caress your throat with his lips.
Your breath hitches when you feel his teeth scrape across your soft, delicate skin.
Eddie didnât lift his head until he was satisfied with the dark mark left on your neck.
When he unlatched from your throat, you demanded he take his clothes off.
Eddie loved your eagerness; he saw a spunk in you that he could only have dreamed of.
You also removed the rest of your clothing as he stripped.
When Eddie removed his last layer over his head, he couldnât help but ogle your body, the way your head sunk into the pillows, your breasts, your soaked pussy on display for him. He was devouring you with his eyes.
You motion him to you with a single finger, breaking him out of the trace you put him under.
âGod, youâre so beautiful.â Eddie was like a feline the way he crawled up on the bed to you.
The heat rushed to your cheeks; somehow, this felt more intimate than what he was doing between your legs a moment ago.
âI want you,â you repeat yourself.
Eddie cups your face, and you cup his in return. His eyes bore into your soul, leaving not a trace unturned as he searched your entire being before kissing you one more.
You moan into his mouth, and Eddieâs cock grazes your mound collecting your slick as his hips ground into you.
âReady?â He asked desperately; he needed to be inside of you.
âYes.â
He quickly got up and you moaned,
âWhat are you?- oh,â you blush
You see him reach for his pants pocket for his wallet as he pulls out a condom.
Quickly he rips it open, and your mouth waters as he rolls it over his cock. This is the first time youâre seeing what he looks like down there, and youâre getting nervous because how is that supposed to fit?
âSweetheart? You'll be okay.â He smirks.
Cocky, shit.
âIf I have to ask you again, Iâm going to do this myself.â You huffed.
âOh really? How do you suppose that?â He pounced back on top of you.
âI have my toys.â
Eddieâs head drops back. âWe will get back to that later. Now Iâm going to fuck you.â
âFinallyâ
Eddie doesnât respond. He just slowly slides his cock through your slick folds collecting your natural lube before inching his way inside of you.
âI need you to relax, sweetheart.â You naturally clench around him. He was so tickled and long. Never had you felt so full, but little did you know Eddie was only a quarter-way in.
âFuck youâre big,â you gasp.
âNo need to stroke my ego, baby girlâ
That made your pussy clench down again.
âOh, you like that?â
You nod your head, yes, unable to speak.
âNotedâ
You could kill him if he wasnât making you feel so good.
âEddie!â You scream as he finally reaches the hilt, gripping him like a koala you donât want to let go.
âFuck, this pussy is so tightâ Eddie slowly works his hips in and out of you; with each thrust, you can feel his bush brush against your clit, and it sends a tingle down your spine.
You moan in response; everything feels like it is on fire; never had you expected this level of sex. No wonder everyone is obsessed with it.
âHarderâ
âYou sureâ
âYes, god yes!â
Eddie's hips snap into you with such force your head almost hits the headboard. The bed is rocking; you have never experienced something so wanted, so needed, so absolutely taken over by someone else.
âEddie! Eddie! Eddie!â You chant his name, which only makes him go harder. His fingers dug into your hips, gripping you so hard, not ever wanting to let you go.
âFuck me, this pussy s'good.â He spits through his teeth. His primal side is showing, and you can't get enough.
Nothing can again amount to this amount of pleasure; you're ruined for life.
"You close, baby girl?" Edie smirks when he feels you clamp don't on his cock when he spits out the words.
A guttural moan is unleashed from your throat in response because, god, you're so close.
The pressure building inside of you is about to burst as Eddie's calloused fingers find your sensitive clit.
"Come on baby, I know you gotta another one for me. I know you do."
Eddies words tipped you over the edge. Your body seized as his thick cock continued to pump into your greedy pussy. Your orgasm took over, and Eddie watched you silently scream for him.
Before you became overstimulated, Eddie also came shortly after, only a few more pumps, and he spilled himself into the condom.
With Eddie beside you huffing and puffing, you couldn't wipe the stupid grin off your face.
"That good, huh?"
"I don't want to stroke your ego, but yeah... fuck me" You hid your face.
"I just did." Eddie rolled over to kiss all over your face and you can't help but giggle.
"I hope we can do that again," you shy away.
"Oh, we are one thousand percent doing that again. "
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