#muses. [ kinich. ]

[naniyou]

The Natlan trio has me in a chokehold

[glaciescustodia]

Sentence Starters. // Accepting.

@stelliferousduo - "Rest your head on my lap." // For Kinich. uwu

Hearing her, it made the Hunter pause, briefly eyeing the golden haired woman before shifting his attention to the open book in his grasp.

''.....'', he knows not where that offers comes from but neither was Kinich going to pry over something essentially inconsequential.

After a moment of thought, he silently choose to forgo the book and leave it on the side, where it won't accidentally get kicked over.

Shuffling a bit onto the couch, the scaled man simply get himself cozy. Though, for whatever reason, doing this brings him a certain flashback, of fairly long ago but not the bad kind of memories.

Regardless, Kinich dwells not on that.

With no intention to speak as of yet, his head finds repose against those so said laps, his expression as indescribable as ever.

He stare at nowhere in particular before shutting his eyes, not with the intent to sleep, mind you.

It is only that...

The world has been tiring today.

[resolutepath]

❝  i have never seen anyone fight the way you do.  ❞ (sethos to kinich)

"Well of course you haven't, there's not many who fight like my pathetic champion, otherwise I would not choose him to be the future veseel of the Great Kuhul Ajaw!" Indignation sets the tone for the meeting immediately and Kinich lets lids descend over eyes to give a full body sigh at Ajaw's words.

"Try not to mind him too much, it's just posturing, for the most part..." He won't deny that he is well aware that Ajaw chooses him because of his strength and dedication, that there was something about him that drew the dragon to him. But he has met stronger individuals and weaker, seen many styles of fighting and isn't so arrogant as to think that he was the only one capable of taking on the role he has with Ajaw. He simply got there first.

"My style mostly derives from my work as a Saurian Hunter. While swinging a claymore around is good in open battle, often I am subduing or incapacitating creatures in difficult terrain and to be able to move freely makes the difference between success and being bulldozed by an Abyss affected Saurian..." Arms fold across chest and he lets the matter sink in, studying his desert visitor, wondering perhaps if this is an academic visit or personal interest. Either make sense and regardless he will still be watching Sethos closely, as it is in his vigilance he offers the best chances for his nation.

"If there's something particular about my style tha pulls your interest I can break it down. Or you could accompany me on one of my missions, if you would prefer. Of course there will be an additional cost if you wish for me to guarantee your safety at the same time..."

[captivemuses]

"Hehehe. Another birthday of his gone, another year closer to Kinich's sweet sweet death."

[ironbloodcd]

10 Random Headcanons Generator

Kinich is a cat person. [ TRUE ]

Kinich cracks his knuckles very loudly. [ FALSE ]

Kinich was dropped out of a window as a child.[ TRUE ]

Kinich has chronic nightmares. [ TRUE ]

Kinich stole a lollipop at the checkout when he was 5 and he still feels guilty about it. [ FALSE ]

Kinich watched the sonic movie. [ FALSE ]

Kinich is the gay cousin. [ TRUE ]

Kinich gets road rage. [ FALSE ]

Kinich always has an extensive manga collection on him. [ FALSE ]

Kinich was forced to eat cement as a child. [ FALSE ]

Tagged by: @hyaciiintho Tagging: @tenebriism, @kaehdeh, @marchingasone, @windsfavored, @box-of-characters and whoever else wants to swipe it~

[glaciescustodia]

@stelliferousduo

"I would die for you."

"I don't want you to die."

"I would kill for you."

"I don't want you to kill."

"Then I have nothing to offer you."

"If I ever find the person who made you think you're worth nothing more than that, they'll pay dearly."

[ivy-elle]

How they tend to you after getting injured

Feat. Albedo, Childe, Kinich, Scaramouche

A/N: Slightly suggestive in Childe's part, more so in Scaramouche's

“Move it a bit for me?”

You couldn’t help but grimace a little at that prospect. “I’d rather not.”

That promptly earns you a disapproving look from the alchemist. Which is quite an unusual sight for him, you think. He must be really concerned then.

“Slowly.” A soft musing laced in his voice as his fingers gently wrap around your wrist to move your hand at a slow pace.

You hiss quietly at the sharp pain. “It’s not broken,” you state, trying to convince yourself more than actually being sure of that.

“No,” Albedo attests, touching up your wrist, careful not to hurt you further, “it’s fortunately not. Yet, your wrist is in a less-than-ideal state.”

You raise your eyebrow and reply in a flat tone, “Really.”

Albedo’s eyes meet yours, unaltered. “Positive.”

Then his brows furrow as his gaze falls on something next to you on the table. He reaches for the bottle of painkillers you took earlier, inspecting them with concerned incredulity. “My love, I hope you didn’t expect to cure a sprained bone with these pills alone?”

 “Well…I mean, maybe?” you fumble with your words. “They’re good.”

Albedo can’t help the sigh leaving his lips as he shakes his head and grabs the pack of bandages, he prepared. “I will bring along some more profound remedy later if that’s alright with you.”

Carefully, he starts wrapping a string of bandages around your hand, making sure it sits steady and firm but not enough to be painful.

“Does that feel comfortable enough?” He shifts his eyes back to yours, observing closely for any indication of pain on your face.

Somehow his soft-spoken words seem to soothe the pain on their own Your heart tightens along with the last string of bandages as he seems to be so utterly tender and gentle with you.

“Yes,” you whisper. “Thank you. I’m sorry, for the fright earlier.”

“Nonsense.” Albedo gently lifts up your now bandaged hand and presses a feather-light kiss against the cloth. “I’m glad I could help.”

“You’re slacking more than usual. Where’s your fire today?”

The sounds of clashing swords against each other halt for a moment when Childe stems his sword into the earth beneath. He tilts his head as his arms sneak under to support his chin against the grip of his sword. A boyish grin on his lips as wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Long night?”

You huff, mirroring his position. “Shut up, you shithead.” He knows damn well who’s to blame for your lack of sleep recently.

But Childe only snickers, like that smug ass he is, giving you a once-over. “Oho, we have a sore loser here I see.”

“You just want me to pay for the dinner tonight.”

“Precisely.” His smirk widens. “There is an evening waiting for you full of relaxation, notorious meals and of course the best company Liyue has to offer.” Childe takes a few steps back, widening his arms out in a dramatic manner. “Me.”

“See, I’d actually beg to defy that statement,” you start as you put your sword away. But when you look back up, the single head movement causes a sudden spur, your vision adorned by black dots for a moment. “Damn,” you huff, holding onto a tree for some support.

“Woah, there.” Within a second Childe is at your side, his hand reaches out, holding you in place. “You okay?” His tone has shifted into a more serious one.

You blink and your vision clears one more. A sort of sheepish, perhaps slightly embarrassed grin settles on your lips as you meet his eyes. “Yeah. That treasure hoarder must’ve gotten me a bit harder than I’ve assumed.”

But Childe doesn’t join in on your amusement and frowns instead. “What treasure hoarder? On your way to Liyue earlier?”

Exasperated, you run a hand through your hair as you get reminded of the events earlier that day. “Unfortunately.” An annoyed scoff escapes you. “Please, it was embarrassing enough as it is. Don’t make me live through that again.”

Childe’s eyes slightly darken and he’s quiet for a moment. Contemplating. As if settling on some plan. Then from one moment to the other, his expression immediately clears up again and he ruffles your hair in an affectionate way. “I suggest, we let the food deliver to us instead and you’re gonna tell me exactly what happened, hm?”

Disgruntled, you push his hand from your head. “Childe, it’s-“

“Ah-ah, no. Concussions should be treated seriously. Off you go now.” He shoos you forward gently, but now his arm is draped around your waist, just to make sure you’ll stay on your feet. “Come now.”

“You’re walking funny.”

Confused, you turn your head back around to where Kinich is walking behind you, raising your eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

Kinich’s eyes are focused on your feet, analysing. “Did you sprain your ankle?”

“No,” you turn back ahead, “it’s not that bad.”

His fingers take hold of your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. “May I see?”

You frown. “My foot?”

“Your ankle,” he corrects, his face unchanged.

“Right now?”

“Yes.” It’s obvious he isn’t up for any kind of discussion.

You look around the jungle you’re passing through. Quite the inconvenient setting.

“Kinich, I swear it’s-“

“Please.”

You nearly crumble. Both at his touch as well as the tender look in his eyes. So you relent with a sigh. “Alright, just-, “You look around for something to sit down. “Let’s get somewhere closed off, yeah?”

One settled on a nearby rock, Kinich crouches down in front of you, one hand on your calf the other on your knee. He sure seems like he’s done this a couple of times before. Well, in his line of work…

“Can you bend it?” Kinich asks then. Some strands of his hair fall into his face and you’re tempted to reach out and gently brush them away.

You blink. Focus.

“Sure. Well, I think I’d rather not bend it though.”

He hums, contemplative. “I’d rather you not as well.” After carefully checking up upon your skin and bones he looks up again to meet your eyes, a bit of a stern look on his face. More so than usual. “You realise this is swollen, right? Surely you must feel that?”

“Mayhaps,” you admit more hesitantly than he’d like.

Kinich frowns, sighs and then stands up. “Come on. I carry you. It’s not far off anymore, anyway.”

At that suggestion, your heart skips a beat. “No way.”

He crosses his arms. Then one eyebrow rises. “You think I’d dare to drop you?”

“I have dignity.” You explain and prop up your elbows as you lean back against the rock before you add, “And pride.”

“There won’t be much left of your pride if you continue to walk that way in the open.” He takes a few steps back with a glint in his eyes. “I’d put that into careful consideration as well if I were you.”

You squeeze your eyes at him. “You’re playing dirty.”

Kinich lips curve into a smile. Then he adjusts with ease and lifts you up into his arms. “And yet I win.”

You are in heaven. You could swear it.

It has been weeks now, where missions, the fatui or simple life have kept you away from each other, getting barely any time to spend.

And while Scaramouche might not outwardly admit that he’s missed you (or your touch), it is now quite evident in the way his lips adorn your skin, his fingers trailing along your body like he has to physically assure himself, you’re right here. Right beneath his very hands.

His hand slides down your midriff and his fingers grace the skin beneath your shirt, causing goosebumps to spread there. “Your fingers are cold,” you murmur dazedly between kisses, yet a slight amusement has found its way into your voice.

Scaramouche simply captures your complaint with his lips, a slight tug on his mouth. “Don’t tell me we have a temperature problem on our hands?”

“Not for long I hope,” you reply with a teasing grin and return the kiss again with more fervour. He obliges immediately.

But just as he’s about to slip your shirt over your head he pauses. You bite your lip to stop a few less-than-dignifying words from leaving your mouth and open your eyes instead. “What’s wrong? Too cold after all?”

Scaramouche’s hand tethers your waits as his gaze is locked on someplace on your ribs, the reverence from moments ago completely vanished. Now there’s a grim expression as his eyes dart down to you. “What happened here?”

You follow his line of sight where sure enough, the gash from one of your fights greets you. One, that you have perhaps pushed back farther into the depths of your mind for the sake of the moment.

“It’s nothing bad,” you explain. You feel somehow caught, trying to overplay the situation by mumbling on. “Seriously, just a stupid cut from days ago.”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” There’s an agitated tension in the room now as Scaramouche’s annoyance level rises and his expression darkens. “I know for a fact this hasn’t been here for a few days already. It’s fresh. And you’re aggravating it further.”

That prompts you to prop your elbows on the bed, frowning. “It’s not bleeding, it barely even hurts. It is fine. Absolutely. Can we just…?”

His eyes narrow at your words, jaw clenching. “Perhaps you’re the stupid one then.” He clicks his tongue in irritation and gets up from the bed, muttering some disgruntled curses.

Slowly, you sit up on the bed and pull your shirt back down to cover your midriff again. You watch him roaming around the room, gathering some utensils from the shelf at his side of the bed before he returns to sit beside you. Scaramouche doesn’t look at you. In unbent silence, he pushes you back down on the sheets to give him a better angle to the wound on your side. You swallow a grunt at the sharp pain and his grip on your waist tightens for a moment.

You observe him quietly as he works, eyebrows scrunched with his anger simmering just beneath the surface. Obviously, you’re aware that his irritation stems from the desire to keep you safe, from his protective nature, and his destined grief of you one day inevitably slipping through his fingers.

“Scara-“

“Shut up. I’m done already.”

His gaze meets yours once again and for a few silent moments, you just stare at each other, with unspoken emotions swirling around on both of your faces.

Then he suddenly scoffs and puts the utensils away. As if trying to shake off his sense of irritation. “Who risks their health in such a way just to get laid?”

You can’t help the grin spreading on your lips. “Hey, at least that’ll leave a sick scar.”

“I’m gonna murder you, y/n. I’m serious.”

He isn’t.

Thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs are so appreciated <3

[yuoimia]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ HEY, HANDSOME

summary: you’re shameless with your antics, and he hates loves it. characters: kinich & wanderer notes: fem + flirty reader, relationship is not established, but you’ve known each other for a while, wanderer’s is super short and messy bc i didn’t know how to execute my ideas well, wc: 580

kinich

“Are you free next week?”

Kinich glanced up from the base of the tree to where you sat casually on one of the thick branches. Sunlight streamed through its delicate leaves, spilling onto your hair, casting a familiar shadow he breathed in the first time you two met.

He raised a skeptical eyebrow, eyeing you with suspicion. “What do you mean?”

“What does she mean!? Are you STUPID-“

A momentary flash of yellow and green materialised for a split second, not without the usual explosive expressions, before being promptly booted with the irritated flick of Kinich’s right hand.

“Stop smirking,” he sighed, not coming out nearly as stern as he intended. “Out with it, and come down; my neck is starting to hurt,” he continued, turning away, trying to seem as composed as possible. Not now; he cannot be succumbing to nerves and sweaty palms. Why was his mind so foggy? Absolutely no helpful excuses formulated in case he faltered any further.

You let out a disappointed huff. “Fine,” Kinich could almost sense the roll of your eyes from the back of his head. “Make sure to catch me.”

“Wait-“

It happened in a split second, his arms subconsciously reaching out as you slipped down with no hesitation.

Almost instantly, words of disapproval (which included his typical empty threats that he seemed to forget within the next ten minutes) bombarded your ears as one arm held you from the back of your knees, another supporting your back. “Imagine if I didn’t catch you…you need to think before you do things…”

“But you did either way,” you shrugged nonchalantly at his frustrated face, enveloping an arm around his neck to rest your chin on his shoulder. “So…you free next week?” you whispered conspicuously, adjusting yourself to face him properly. “I’m running out of ideas for commissions, you know?”

And you swear you’re hallucinating. You swear you might actually be delusional.

“What if I told you,” he mused at the intimacy of the shared closeness. “That you never needed the commissions for my attention in the first place?” he responded, holding back a smile.

wanderer

“You look terrible.”

The unexpectedly rash comment causes him to jolt his head upright, his eyes instantly meeting the owner of the familiar voice and malicious remark. A strange feeling washes over his body as he relaxes his posture almost completely, careful to avoid seeming too relieved.

“Likewise,” he countered, scanning you with a look of supposed disinterest. Except he wasn’t disinterested at all, thoroughly noting down your appearance and mannerisms. Loose ends of your braid had fallen out of their original position, a vibrant rosy blush below your cheekbones, likely from exhaustion the way your chest rose quicker than usual.

“…likewise?!” you gaped incredulously, seizing a mirror from a pocket of your jacket.

You’re the one that told me I looked terrible.”

“You know I didn’t mean that at all.”

“And you know that, too.”

“You’re supposed to say that you’re tired and hungry,” you muttered disappointingly, fixing your braid in the matter of a few quick movements.

Confusion flooded his mind at the sharp diversions in conversation topics. “Why would I need to say that?” he replied slowly, surveying your face with greater interest and intent, as if thinking that if he stared hard enough, the deepest secrets of your mind would be magically revealed.

A victorious smile and wink adorned your face as you extended a hand. “So I can offer you lunch, handsome.”

[cruel-hiraeth]

there’s something deeply, terribly wrong with him—there must be; why else would he be doing this?

he was terrified that you could feel the tent growing in his pants as you hugged him goodbye; your skin was warm, your hair was soft, and you smelled like a dream he never wanted to wake up from. who could blame him? all he could do was angle his hips away from yours and shuffle awkwardly to his car.

that’s how he ended up like this: hunched over in the driver’s seat, thick cock pulled out of his pre-soaked briefs, stroking himself furiously to thoughts of you—how your eyes sparkled in the midafternoon sunbeams, how your lips curled into an infectious smile, how your chest rose and fell with laughter.

nothing about your time together was suggestive or inappropriate (it never is), and yet you can hardly breathe in his direction without all his blood rushing south. being in your presence is like a drug, and he’s an addict, always looking for his next fix. shame burns the tips of his ears as he reaches a rushed orgasm, spilling all over his palm.

he desperately wants to confess to you—to pour out the contents of his heart, to show you how he feels. but would you ever accept him if you discover how he handles your affection?

when he’s so in love that every time he sees you, he has to jerk off afterward.

[glaciescustodia]

Symbol RP Meme. // Accepting.

@stelliferousduo - ✏️ // Kinilumi lets go--

Lumine: The stars are so beautiful... Kinich: They're just giant balls of gas. Lumine: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then- Kinich: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you. Lumine: Oh...

---

Lumine, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often? Kinich, confused: I mean, this is my house, so yeah.

---

Kinich: Hand me the people opener. Lumine: ... Lumine: Pardon? Kinich, annoyed: The g! Just hand it to me! Lumine, stressed: WHAT IS A PEOPLE OPENER? Kinich: How do you not know what a people opener is? Its pointy- you know? With a handle? Lumine: Knife. It's called a knife.

[dcndrolust]

Yes

[resolutepath]

hc + 🌇 for a headcanon about morning- or evening rituals (lets go with yanqing, bosacius or kinich for your hyv muses, and if you're feeling up to it, bakugou or gojo!)

Yanqing reads tales of heroes and histories before he goes to sleep. He likes to surround himself with the legends that inspire him and motivate him on his journey. He has many well-thumbed texts that are his favourites but he has begun to introduce new ones into the mix including ones with tales from other nations.

Bosacius' morning ritual is to walk around the camp and greet everyone he sees. He also used to do this pre-Archon War, but he considers it more important then. He makes a point of talking to soldiers, conversing with them, and doing what he can to keep morale up. Once he has spoken to everyone he sees, he'll then retreat to his tent for a tea and to greet his Yaksha siblings.

Kinich likes to watch both the sunrise and the sunset when he can. It's a time when he feels at peace and the world is his before others start the day. It gives him time to reflect on what is going well and what he needs to do to improve his situation. In the morning he often checks his schedule to ensure he knows exactly what jobs he has coming up for the day, the week and the month and any correspondence that might alter that.

His morning and evening routines both consist of meticulous self-care. He has skincare routines that he runs through and general looking after himself that he takes care of. In the evening he reads before he goes to sleep and ensures he has no screen time for at least an hour before he crashes. In the morning he completes a workout to get his day started and then meditates before facing the day. Post the war, he also has to factor in taking numerous medications and completing physiotherapy tasks into the mix.

Morning and evening rituals aren't really a thing with Gojo simply because time doesn't have the same hold on him. Sleep is something he chooses to do rather than actively needs to do as he can refresh his brain with RCT and he often gets called at all odd hours for things only he can handle. So he more has pre-nap routines, which involve scrolling on his phone and ensuring he has a dark enough, isolated enough space to be so he can feel safe enough to let his guard down. Morning rituals are more things like obtusely opening all the students doors to sing good morning to them and then disappearing as Megumi launches a pillow his way. Evening ones tend to be watching the sunset, and thinking about the past.

hc + 🌇 for a headcanon about morning / evening rituals // @everlastiingiimmortals

[ironbloodcd]

“Everything comes with a price.” It’s a law that he’s lived by since he was young, and one that he’d been introduced to on the day he’d attained freedom from his father’s ‘care’. He doesn’t just adhere to it for convenience either - it’s kept him alive, and ensured that he’s not taken advantage of by those who would see fit to do so. “And in that regard, anything can be currency - but you’re right. Information is an especially precious commodity.”

Especially when it was knowledge of the dangerous variety. His contract with Ajaw was certainly something that he’d consider to be just that in the wrong hands. The ancient saurian might be relatively harmless as he is now, but it’s for that reason that Kinich had struck that deal in the first place - Ajaw has the potential to be a dangerous force without their deal keeping him on a tight leash.

In truth, Kinich half-expects his companion to decline going through the trouble. It’s how most react when the saurian hunter demands something in exchange for anything that’s asked of him. When the wanderer seems to consider the offer, however, Kinich finds himself intrigued - and even more so when the outlander makes one of his own. Information for information - and maybe, more importantly, a secret for a secret. It sounds like a fair trade on the surface, and certainly interests Kinich enough for him to see where it goes.

“Given that I’d rather this remain relatively under wraps too, I think I can honor that part of the bargain.” Something small. Kinich takes a beat or two to consider what to give the wanderer. He doesn’t own much in the grand scheme of things, so it doesn’t take long for him to settle on a choice. Reaching up, the saurian hunter unhooks the earring dangling from his right lobe - shaped from the bones of his first hunt, they were one of the most precious items that he owned. Though the wanderer likely didn’t realize it, it was a sign of goodwill on Kinich’s part to offer it up - the smallest gesture of trust, in a manner of speaking.

“I trust this will do?” he asks, dropping the piece of jewelry into the other young man’s palm.

oh?  now  that  isn't  the  response  he  was  anticipating.  (  he  can't  help  but  feel  some  sort  of  begrudging  respect.  )  most  are  all  too  eager  to  part  with  their  SECRETS;  it's  almost  a  little  concerning.  ❝  you  know,  i've  always  lived  by  the  belief  that  information  is  a  form  of  CURRENCY. ❞  the  most  valuable  currency  of  all  if  he's  being  quite  honest.  mora  may  afford  one  the  means  to  feed  themselves  and  put  clothes  on  their  backs  —  yet  it's  knowledge  that  ultimately  topples  a  NATION.  ❝  i  wasn't  expecting  to  bargain  for  the  luxury  of  satisfying  my  curiosity ...  but  i'll  play  along.  when  you  really  think  about  it,  haggling  is  just  a  socially  permissible  form  of  arguing. ❞  although,  that  does  raise  the  question  —  what  DOES  he  have  to  offer  in  return?  a  cup  of  tea?  a  dusty  old  book  he's  in  the  midst  of  reading?  some  other  trinket  snatched  up  from  the  realm  within  his  chest?  such  a  serious  expression  implies  that  he  won't  part  with  that  knowledge  so  easily,  and  yet  the  riddle  dropped  unceremoniously  into  his  lap  only  becomes  all  the  more  tempting  to  SOLVE.

well,  he  did  just  say  information  was  currency  —  didn't  he?  why  doesn't  he  offer  something  of  equivalent  value  in  return.

❝  i  can  show  you  something  interesting. ❞  ren  says,  after  a  brief  pause.  he  speaks  slowly,  deliberately  —  carefully  selecting  each  word  as  though  they  are  equivalent  to  the  pieces  of  a  puzzle,  slotting  meticulously  into  place.   ❝  i'm  not  going  to  explain  how  it's  possible,  and  i  would  greatly  prefer  that  this  information  stays  between  us. ❞  a  hand  raises,  palm  facing  towards  the  sky.  ❝  if  those  terms  are  acceptable ...  give  me  something  small.  it  can  be  any  kind  of  object,  as  long  as  it's  recognizable.  you'll  get  it  back  in  just  a  moment. ❞  head  cants;  eyes  shimmer  with  almost  mischievous  intent.  ❝  you  might  consider  this  a  MAGIC  TRICK ...  but  i  can  assure  you,  there's  no  actual  trickery  involved. ❞

[captivemuses]

"TWO nights in a row you've screwed stuff up Kinich, I oughta be banishing YOU for twenty for hours this time for all this useless crap you keep getting!!"

[reshinless]

I just wanted to say I LOVE your Kinich stuff so much. It makes me so happy to see people paying attention to him! I’ve read through almost all your Kinich posts and honestly I think you have his personality spot on. I also love the little inclusions of Ajaw in some of the writings. Anywho I had a little idea I thought fit him and figured you might like it :D

Kinich using his skill to tie down an enemy in a fight and you can’t help but get a little turned on at the thought of him wrapping his vines around you and letting him do whatever he wants to your body. （≧∇≦）

I don’t know if you have an anon list but if would love to be a 👾🪼🎐 anon (you can pick which one)

welcome 👾 nonnie 💜

your eyes linger back to your lover's as you both fought together. you couldn't help but let your imagination run wild, your mind illustrating every little detail about that rope he used to transport dendro into to hit the enemies.

gosh, maybe if he weren't so hot... you could just visualize—envisage how good it'd be to be tied up helpless in front of your boyfriend.

just musing the way his cold fingertips would touch and feel every curve he could see. "all f'me, baby?" your body almost twitched under his hold. every stroke down to your very core turning you on all the same.

"m- mmhm! all for you, kin'..." was the only thing you've been able to say so far.

he held you close with one arm, as the other one continued foreplay with your cunt. watching how it reacted in real time, and in the mirror in front of you two. the vine-like lines tied you down, and submissive to his rope.

"shhh, baby... not too loud. mualani right outside. don' want her to hear, do you?" you could feel his smirk grow even without looking up from the sight of the floor. pleasure the only sentiment on your mind.

you could feel something start to pool down to your core just thinking about it. or maybe he'd be a little rough with his sweet, flowery words. whispering your name... a kiss to your skin, scattering pecks down your back while his cock so angry, and mean, you could hear the sounds from the other houses. not to mention the moans you would let out.

vines only blooming with small flowers to signal that kinich was getting close. his grunts, and whines giving a few signs as well.

his hand hovered over your stomach, feeling the way his shaft reached, and kissed the deepest parts of you. "haah—you feel me inside ya, sweetheart?"

you don't know which you preferred more though, a more... softer—more vanilla kinich? or it could be the rougher side of him. oh well, as long as it was him, it's honestly hot either way.

he could do both, maybe you could last a few rounds. but you couldn't help cling onto his arm on the way home.

"...hey. you seem out of it. what's wrong?" his voice was quick, and caring. kindness clear in his voice.

"hah—kin'.." the very look in your way could tell him everything he needed to know. and before you acknowledge it, you're lifted up into his arms and he's swinging with you home.

the sappy sweet smile on your face was the opposite of the sentiment his cock sent through your hole. your entrance clenched harshly onto the shaft, his base giving fast thrusts nonetheless.

you were bent over the dining table you invited mualani to for dinner in a few hours. he can make this quick, I think.

your head threw back into the wood of the table, your arms helplessly flailing at your sides. eyes closed shut—his hands had such a gentle touch to your waist to hold you into place. your eyebrows knit each time you tried to open your eyelids, meeting his very eyes. piercing, dominance clear in his loving gaze.

"if you open your eyes—sweetheart... look at me at least..." one of his other hands floated over to your cheeks, helping you look, and maintain your eye contact with him.

even so, your umpteenth orgasm came and went... his hips were almost glued stuck to yours, his warm load shot up into your stomach. your back continued to arch, and so did his. archons—you've never felt better is all he's busy thinking about.

his cock slowly left you as he watched cum drip out of your sweet pussy, the urge to lick it all back in had to come for later, damn why'd you have to invite mualani...

he cleans you up well, letting you wear one of his clothes for the moment to wrap his arms around you and sit on the couch quietly. his head leaned onto his left as his left arm rang around your neck, holding you close.

the warm atmosphere almost icked mualani as she brought ajaw back from his walk.

"hmm. smells like pineapple in here... whatever, I brought your lizard back, (name) it's time for you to pay!" the girl cheered, drooling at the thought of your cooking. all the dishes you made tasted amazing, no matter what recipe anyone gave you!

kinich suddenly wakes up by the time you've left his arms to go to the kitchen and chat with the shark girl. oh well, he can wait until later.

[yuomizuu]

♡ | open arms ── kinich x reader !

synopsis: a bit of kindness can go a long way. at least, that was what the elders in kinich’s clans would often say. though in a land where war with the abyss is at a constant, he finds it difficult to truly believe such a notion. perhaps meeting you simply had the sole purpose of erasing those doubts that shrouded his mind.

additional: w.c 899 ⸝⸝⸝ content includes . . .gn reader, implied friends to lovers, character study www

( 💌 ) yuomi’s note: slowly but surely reverting back to my musical kid phase ty mr. jorge for creating epic and what better way to commend that than doing some kinich brainrot ^w^

natlan — a nation of eternal oaths and converging fires. where the sacred flame burns brighter with each chant of the epic hymn that echoes from land to sea, bringing back valiant warriors, now deemed heroes, anew.

yet beyond those blazing flames of ardent also lies a resplendent nation full of color and life. made up of magnificent gorges and valleys that stretch as far as the eye can see, vibrant fields where the saurians roam free, and rejuvenating springs that ease the weary, you'll find a unique beauty reflected within it all.

for most of his life, kinich had often found it difficult to view his homeland through the lens of the latter. since a young age, misfortune has always seemed to follow him wherever he goes, like a relentless beast chasing down its prey that's slowly becoming more and more exhausted. where no matter how far he soars, the shackles of a brutal reality always drag him back down. eventually, such experiences would sometimes render the lone saurian hunter an austere individual, whether intended or not. in his eyes, the world was but a tapestry of unbridled battles.

it was only after meeting you that, slowly but surely, kinich would gradually learn to appreciate the more charming aspects of life and even gain a sense of tenderness towards it. however, that still doesn't cause him to lower his guard completely.

"kinich, you're doing it again," you mused, the lush grass below softening your footsteps as you and your companion tread through the forest. the occasional murmur of wild animals hidden within the trees or nestled away in burrows echoes throughout.

hearing this, the male ahead of you briefly stops in his tracks to glance back at you with a puzzled look. "doing.. what exactly?"

stopping beside him, you motion at the weapon held in his hand. "gripping onto your sword so tightly that the tips of your knuckles are turning white. i swear… it's like you're expecting us to get ambushed out here any minute."

in response to your sigh though, he simply shrugs. "perhaps we will be."

"kinich, we barely took on this commission not that long ago, and we aren't even at our intended destination yet. i doubt we'll find ourselves walking into trouble so soon."

"better to be prepared for catastrophe before it strikes when you least expect it."

an air of laughter escapes from you then. "catastrophe," you repeat to yourself, head shaking in slight amusement. "we aren't exactly tackling the abyss here you know."

"no, but if we were, your lack of attentiveness would surely lead us to such." in between his pause, you catch sight of the subtle curl of his lips. "not even ajaw would be so heedless, and that certainly says something."

"you little…!"

balling your hand up into a fist, you immediately go to throw a punch on his arm that ultimately does not land when the now chuckling male catches it effortlessly. not that such a punch would've hurt him in the first place, but kinich is all for finding the humor in evading your poor attempts at attacking him. plus, you've managed to land a good punch or two on him before, although he blames ajaw for distracting him during those moments.

before you can pull your hand away from his grasp and unwillingly accept defeat this time, kinich intertwines his fingers with yours, holding your hand firmly. without saying another word, he turns to continue walking along with you at his side now.

due to your good-natured sense of self, it's often left kinich to be roped up in more conflicts than he'd usually expect: said conflicts are getting you out of trouble.

but even in the face of danger, you never cease to look for the good in others. while many have considered this trait of yours to be a display of naive foolishness, it felt like a breath of fresh air for kinich. while he was also considered to be different from those of his tribe concerning certain viewpoints and beliefs, you were an oddity that transcended beyond his own novel ideals. if you had not been born and raised in natlan, kinich would've surely mistaken you for being an outlander. even you had once jokingly said that perhaps you were actually a child of the anemo god, barbatos, that the wind had accidentally blown too far from home.

because, unlike the fierce fires that dwelt within the spirit of every warrior in natlan, your flame was akin to that of a candle: a gentle yet comforting light that simply wished to share its warmth with the world around them and kinich would do anything to keep that light of yours burning for evermore.

he'll never admit to you aloud, but he secretly thanks the anemo archon every day for sending him a beautiful soul such as yourself. your presence alone was as calming as a gentle breeze, and his love for you a sweet, sweet melody.

"speaking of ajaw, where is the little rascal anyways?" you ask, breaking the silence as you look around to find the creature that has strangely gone quiet.

"i sent him to scout ahead for a bit. he'll be back soon enough."

a soft smile creeps onto your face. you spare the male one more glance before giving his hand a light squeeze.

"of course you did."