in which, you, meet the famous traveller and her companion, offering them your help as a guide in natlan, however your friend and secretly crush, doesn't seem to like it very much.
before you read -> jealousy, stalking, ajaw, mutual pining sorta, generally fluff, swearing, poorly written, short, cringe, female reader, based of an request (thank you anon!!)
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the first time i wrote it tumblr decided to delete the whole shit, thank you tumblr we all say in unison. that's why it's kinda worse now (rushed) help.
"what are we?"
the question lingered in your mind as kinich, once again, took you out on a walk. you didn't have the confidence to ask him that though, no. whenever you tried to ask him that simple, yet so important question, the words would never leave your mouth. it was like your mind was telling you to not do it, or else you'd ruin everything.
that you'd ruin all of your hardwork of becoming friends with kinich, best friends even you'd say but you doubt that he'd ever call you that. the countless nights that you spend sleepless because you were thinking about him. his eyes, his smile, his hair, his sense of humour, his bluntness, his confidence; everyting about him was so..
you gasped, snapping out of your thoughts as a bird flew right in front of your face. you stopped in your tracks, trying to calm yourself from the jumpscare. right infront of you, the beautiful landscape of natlan, with the sun rising from its slumber. yet you didn't stop to admire the sunset, nor the beautiful landscape, your attention was fully focused on the boy who seemed confused why you suddenly stopped, his yellow eyes shining even more than normally.
"are you alright?" kinich asked, walking over to you with a worried look. he put the back of his hand on your forehead. "you don't look very well, you're all warm and red."
"oh. no, im perfectly fine! just a little tired from the walk." you chuckled nervously, putting the whole teatric.
"pheraps we should take a break? c'mon" he said, gesturing you to follow him to the nearby rocks. the place of resting he chose was literally perfect, of course the rocks were hard as rocks are but there were trees next to them, blocking you from the sun.
you sat down with a heavy sigh, looking at your surroundings trying to stop yourself from thinking about the boy sitting next to you, nothing new, nothing interesting that would peak your interest. maybe kinich wouldn't mind if you rested your eyes for a bit.. just close them, relax, take a quick nap.
turns out he didn't mind, as he didn't wake you up; the almighty k'uhul ajaw did by his rather loud complaining. he was just in time out a second ago. you always thought that putting him in "time out" was silly. how annoying can he be? a lot, you soon found out.
"I do NOT have to waste my PRECIOUS TIME being here and doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING." he yelled, some strangers heads turning in your direction. embarrassing.
soon enough you made your way home, trying to ignore the voices of an annoying ancient dragon. as you were walking something or rather someone caught your attention.
"hey, who's that?" you said to kinich, pointing in the direction of strangers. "they don't look like they would be from around here."
"oh? that's the traveller and her companion, have you not met them?" he'd respond
"no, have you?"
you don't know how or why but you found yourself next to the strangers, introducing yourself in a second. if kinich knew them and didn't talk badly about them then they must be pretty cool. plus you needed friends, as you didn't know much people you liked here.
your mind telling you to go back, away from them because that's fucking weird, why would a random stranger come up to you with a creepy big smile and start introducing youself and rambling like a fool, but your heart was telling you that maybe just maybe they didn't find you as weird and let you accompany them just for some time.
and as it turns out they didn't find you as weird!! hurray or something. they told you how they just showed up here being here for roughly two days. you told them that you can guide them through natlan as they didn't seem to know the territory very well, they agreed but told you that they've been around the people of the springs as mualani already showed them around. oh? so they know mualani, nice.
you failed to notice the slight frown on kinichs face, what happened to your time alone when he wasn't doing commissions?
soon enough, about another two days later you finished showing them around. now, you sat in a nice restaurant next to a big window, laughing.
"yeah, it was so fun!!" you said with a bright smile, you were just happy to find someone who seemed to enjoy your presence as much as you enjoyed their. however in your head you felt like you forgot something, something important to you, something that you missed.
in the open, behind some trees stood kinich, seemingly observing you, smiling, you were smiling. at whom? the traveller and her companion, paimon. he knew that they were trustworthy but did they really deserve your smile? your smile which is brighter than the sun, shooing away the dark clouds when he was feeling under the weather?
the nonchalant, normally calm kinich was jealous? impossible. those were the annoying words from his even more annoying dragon.
"noo but seriouslyyy are we just going to stand there and do nothing? I'm bored!! it just proves the creep that you are, a stalker. I don't even know how they can put up with y-" the almighty k'uhul ajaw got cut off by his "owner" by him making him go in time out. "HEY WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE Doing"
kinich didn't know what he was doing, was it on impulse? as much as he didn't want to admit it he knew that ajaw was right. he was jealous. by the way you smiled at them, to the fact that you hardly were spending any time with him anymore. he knew that it was just for some time, until the traveller will go to the next stop on their journey, yet still he couldn't help his actions.
now, he stood in front of your front door to your house. some not so cheap flowers in his hands, rainbow roses from fontaine, they were expensive it was unbelievable, but he just wanted everything to go perfect.
he knocked, heard footsteps inside, immediately regret his decision. the atmosphere was tense, awkward as you opened the door to kinich just looking at you with flowers in his hands, not saying anything, it wasn't like him at all.
"are those for.. me?" you asked, almost pleaded silently him that yes they were indeed for you, and how fucking stupid can you be of course they were for you, you fucking clueless moron. that would be the words spoken by ajaw if he wasn't locked out right now.
all he did was shove the flowers in your hands, clearly avoiding your gaze and breathing out a quick "yes"
"oh, these are lovely, thank you." you said with slightly flushed cheeks, your fingertips dragging at one of the pedals on the flower. "do you want to come in?.." you asked awkwardly
he nodded eagerly in response, now stepping a foot in your house. you closed the door behind you, asking him what does he want to do now. you looked up to see him already looming over you.
"you know, you haven't really been paying attention to me lately. I can fix that.."
@kingdonmicrofic I hate it. But it’s done. Same verse at gold and glitter. Frank trying hard to be respectful and not perv on Mel.
- - -
She was wearing his favorite of her outfits, the tight purple shirt and jacket. The thin fabric doing very little to hide her recent acquisition. He’d made a fool of himself staring before rounds. As an ER Doctor, Frank was used to ignoring distractions. Still, today he was struggling. He’d never faced a set of distractions like this. Mel King, his platonic female coworker, had gotten nipple piercings.
Frank thought about skipping their usual lunch, grabbing cases and dodging her until she gave up and ate. People fasted for focus, right? (For punishment, his conscience whispered.) Mel didn’t let him, though. Pulling him by the arm out the ambulance bay doors and to their usual bench.
Don’t say a word, just eat. “Mel?” Fuck.
“Hmm?”
“At the risk of coming across crude, why?” An aborted gesture towards her chest, before he thought better of it and pointed at his own nipples.
“Frank.” her voice was short, low, disappointed. Had he ruined things? “We’re friends, you don't need to worry. We can talk about these things.” Thank god. “I wanted a confidence boost, my whole life people have looked at me like I’m a kid. I wanted to do something to say I’m a sexual person, an adult, and this felt right.” There were people who failed to view her sexually? Every day, he struggled to think only appropriate, professional, platonic thoughts about her. Most days he admitted defeat halfway through. With those damned piercings, there was no use putting up the struggle anymore.
He fiddled where his ring used to be. Frank wasn’t superstitious, but it felt like an omen.
They watched an ambulance speed into the lot. “No rest for the wicked, right?” As they joined their colleagues, all crowding around their new patient, Frank felt Mel press close against him. On her tiptoes, chin brushing his shoulder, her additions hard and warm against his back.
[ take. ] + requested; @seleneprince 💙 you can block me.
barry is gentle, he always is.
slow hands, loving kisses, touches that translate into worship like he still can't believe you're his. he treats every second like he's learning your body all over again.
tonight, though, there's something different. there's heat behind the way he mouthes moves against your throat, making sure to leave behind faint marks. how his fingertips press into your skin to the point you think he'll leave bruises. in the groan he lets out when he sinks into you like it's the first time; like he's holding onto restraint by a thread.
"fuck," he breathes. one of his hands slides down to settle at your lower abandon, pressing down carefully. "you take me so well, sweetheart."
heat spreads under your skin as he moves, purposeful, hips rocking at a steady rhythm. he shifts to press his body flush to yours, every thrust pulling a gasp, a moan or a sigh from him.
"wanna stay in you."
the words cause you to freeze for barely a second, eyes blinking wide.
"i wanna fill you so deep.." he mumbles against your skin, voice shaking. "want you dripping with me for hours, baby. want your body to remember me, to feel me hours from now. want it to take.. fuck.. swollen and pretty, because of me-"
his hand slips down to your thigh, gripping tightly to the plush flesh, nails biting gently. "think about it too much," he chuckles, barely audible now, embarrassed. "about you. full of me, taking every drop.. mine.. carrying me."
maybe it's the way he says it; breathless. needy. so fucking greedy for your body to hold him. or it's the way his thrusts get sloppier and rougher, like talking about it isn't enough, he needs to show you how badly he wants to breed you.
whatever it is, it easily drags you under with him, proof shown in the red lines forming at his shoulders.
because this isn't just sex - not just fucking. it's barry allen, composure cracking, whispering filth and confessions like it's devotion.
