what are your thoughts on the hc that childe has a breeding kink bc i’ve seen a lot of people hc that 👀
Fun fact, I did partly write about Childe with a breeding kink back in Cinnamon Girl! which you can only find on AO3 bc I despise my characterization of him back then.
The thing with this headcanon is that it feels like one of those that the fandom agreed on only because he has a plethora of siblings, and is probably the character with the biggest biological family; I believe he has at least seven siblings. But it happens to fit his character so well that it might as well have been intentional.
He's not the one to do it fully with the intention of getting his partner knocked up; he's not checking your cycle calendar to make sure he gets you pregnant from the get go.
This man is very good at hiding how fixatedly possessive he is until he is balls deep inside you. And the only thing he is good at in that moment is just to come inside of you as many times as he physically can to make sure you're still stuffed with him by the time he pulls out.
He takes it so seriously that the way he is bending you into a mating press and sometimes even pulling your hips up as he fills you up to make sure nothing goes to waste feels nearly compulsive, like an uncontrollable urge born out of obsession for you he can't help but satiate every time.
The thrill that comes with knowing that he could knock you up is an extra to his main fixation. He is repeating this process at any phase of your cycle; throughout menstruation, before, during, or after ovulation. He does not care to do it exactly or only when you're the most fertile.
Pregnancy being possible at any time after you stopped taking birth control is the russian roulette that tingles his spine in the best way possible when he feels you squeeze him for dear life before he releases inside of you for the first time out of many that night.
All while his hot breath comes out in short, controlled puffs that make your whole body shiver as he lets you know how good you are doing, and how pretty you look, taking all of him like you were made for him and only him.
His voice trembles with barely composed desperation as he does everything in his power to drag himself slowly out of your warm, spasming tunnel with a nasty squelch before slamming right back in, thinking on how even better you'd look once you're growing the baby he placed inside of you; soft, with a curve on your stomach, and unquestionably his, a sight he cannot wait to delight in.
✦ Between sadism and masochism, this man will always lean towards the latter.
✦ He loves and hates his hair getting pulled; loves it because of the way it makes his whole body shudder and tingle his senses, but hates it because it makes him cum faster than he'd like.
✦ Don't overthink or hesitate if he asks you to choke him harder, he means it. Even as his vision starts to blur and it gets tainted by black dots, he is really into edge play and it intensifies his orgasms.
✦ If you're a nervous person, he will constantly reassure you he's been through worse and tease you by saying he's tough to break.
✦ He is as versatile as they come; he will be a cocky service top one day and a bottom brat the other.
✦ Despite all his teasing, he is into being told what to do.
✦ He prefers being a giver rather than a receiver.
✦ He is very vocal; trust there's not a solid minute of silence with him. Either it's teasing comments to try and get a reaction out of you, groans, moans or whines– this man does not shut up.
✦ Insane stamina and endurance. Multiple rounds and marathon sex are not unusual with him. It could be the fifth round and he’d still be going like he just started.
✦ He can ejaculate an unbelievable number of times in a row. He rarely has orgasms without ejaculating when going for too long, but most of the time it keeps coming out like he’s got an endless supply.
✦ Cannot stay still for too long. If he’s the one deciding, he’ll be constantly switching the position and angle.
✦ Does not have a favourite one, but prefers the ones where he has a clear view of you or you’re closer to each other. e.g. lotus flower, missionary, cowgirl.
✦ Average girth, but makes up for it with his 8 inches when soft and 9 inches when hard.
✦ Has crazy patience and self-restraint when he’s in control. Enjoys slowing the pace just to take in your face contorted in a mix of frustration and pleasure; the sound of your whines and complaints is like music to his ears.
✦ Blood kink… (please hear me out)
✦ If his partner can menstruate he loves having period sex with them.
✦ Has come before just from the sound of your voice praising him.
✦ His hydro vision is used during foreplay.
✦ Extremely sensitive nipples.
✦ Obsessed with temperature play if you have a cryo or pyro vision.
✦ He’s a fucking freak, he's up to trying anything you propose or are comfortable with.
✦ Despite all of this, he’d do everything in his power to make his partner feel comfortable during intercourse. 30% of the time he’d rather go slow and be gentler, taking his time and relishing in the shared intimacy.
✦ Most of his taunts have an underlying care in them. Questions similar to “you like that?” are used both as teasing and to make sure you’re feeling good like he is.
✦ Oral fixation!!
✦ LOVESSS kissing you all over, nibbling you, leaving marks, and trailing down your navel before teasingly removing your clothes with his teeth.
✦ Often bites you hard when coming for the last time, staying put in the same position and riding out the high until your breaths regulate and your heartbeats return to normal.
✦ He does NOT play about aftercare.
✦ Lazy conversations as he nuzzles your skin and asks how you’re feeling.
✦ Reverently places soft kisses here and there before leaning up after a while and finally kissing your face and lips.
✦ Let’s you know how much he loves you while you two get cleaned up and does not leave your side for the next couple of hours.
✦ Contrary to popular belief in the fandom, I don’t see him being a playboy or a cheater. He is part of a big family and grew up with lots of love, despite his parents' negligence.
✦ He would 100% date to marry; if he had the opportunity, he would want to prove to himself that he could give his future children the experience of being raised by the caring and attentive parents that he didn’t have.
✦ He also used to watch teen sitcoms with his older sisters while growing up and fantasized about finding the sweetheart for life in high school or college that he would later on marry.
✦ If only it were that easy
✦ What I do see happening is him getting cheated on and having his heart broken a couple of times before you because of his “naive” views on relationships and how easily trusting he is of others.
✦ He isn’t the most popular guy in the frat. He kind of gets picked on a little bit “in a friendly way,” though it is clear most guys are envious of him or just don't vibe with his cheerful personality all the time.
✦ But you can bet he is the most popular in the sorority because of his looks.
✦ He is unarguably the sweetest guy too. He is really athletic and is constantly drowning in extracurricular sports every day of the week, but he still finds time to write you letters to slip under the door of your dorm as you sleep whenever he ends training late at night, and the energy to buy you your usual drink of choice whenever he drops by to see you during the day.
✦ His letters vary from romantic and thoughtful messages to a simple “love you” with scribbles or doodles whenever he feels burnt out physically or creatively, to at least let you know you're always in his thoughts.
✦ And you are. There's a tiny polaroid picture he took of you displayed in his clear phone case. His lockscreen wallpaper is a picture of you. His home wallpaper is a collage of both of you making silly faces with your cheeks pressed against each other. His profile picture is a selfie of the two of you on all socials.
✦ He’s not ashamed of letting people know about your relationship, in fact, he acts like everybody has to know about your business.
✦ Whenever he's in a conversation with anyone about any topic theres random things he memorized about you that, when said out loud, wake him up like a sleeper agent, and all he does is yap about you.
“Dude, we should totally get some food with the team after training. I was thinking about shared pizzas, maybe two meat lovers with a supreme-”
“Oh, [name] hates supreme pizzas, they can't stand the taste of onion and mushroom together, and I always end up picking them out”
”They’re not even coming”
“I know:(”
“???”
✦ LIKE WHO GAFFF(he does)
✦ He cares way too much about the details of yourself you don’t even notice.
✦ You can bet your ass he’s always trying to convince his family to bring you along on family trips or getaways.
✦ He’s the type of guy to get an unserious doodle you did on his arm while bored tattooed.
✦ Some of the sports he does are swimming, hockey (his personal favourite), basketball, football, soccer, volleyball, and maybe lacrosse.
✦ I don’t understand why, because it doesn’t fit with the Genshin lore, but whenever I imagine Childe in a modern au he’s always a trust fund baby majoring in Business.
✦ Despite being seen as a jock, he's really smart and sometimes drops by to tutor you in anything that has to do with math (4 out of 5 times you’ll end up cuddling or watching a movie instead)
[a/n]: sixth Childe post in a row can y'all tell I love him
Summary: your boyfriend attempts to take you on a date, but your brothers couldn't have worse timing.
✽wc: ~1200
✽content: modern/college AU, fluff and crack, Childe being a deer in headlights
✽[a/n]: I <3 Ragbros and the idea of Kaeya being supportive of his sister and his bsf dating while Diluc thinks nobody is enough for her I genuinely could not sleep while thinking about this WYIWNDBJS
Childe liked to think of himself as a confident person. After all, he is the star player of the hockey varsity team and one of the names mentioned the most the day after a particularly rowdy party.
But even he had to admit there was a certain vulnerability in standing in front of your home to pick you up for a date.
In front of the Ragnvindr home.
One of the many Ragnvindr properties.
It’s not like his family was poor or anything, far from it. But their name was certainly not found on the luxurious dark bottles praised worldwide.
His hands felt clammy as he tightened his grip on the bouquet he was stiffly holding, mentally trying to revive the charisma everyone knew him for.
The seconds passed painfully slowly as he considered what to do. Would it seem ungentlemanly to just text you? I'm at the door, perhaps? He shook his head. No, he should just man up and knock already. But what if you didn’t hear all the way from the second floor? He could ring the doorbell instead. But what if your father answered instead? An informal first meeting and conversation with Crepus would be humiliating at the very least, especially in his current state. He’d rather be extra prepared for that when the moment finally comes. Would he ever be prepared, though? Did all this stalling even make sense when his reasoning had no meaning? He could just wait in the car, where it’s safe from all the unfamiliar doubts that were eating at him. He really could—
Ding
He fished out his phone from his pocket faster than he ever considered possible and felt a warm sense of relief fill his chest when he saw it was a text from you: “Look up ;)”
He promptly obeyed, raising his head and looking to the sides of the manor until he met your eyes as you looked down at him from your balcony at the right. A soft smile spread on his face, and he raised his eyebrows, trying to sound as casual as he could manage when greeting you with a “Hey.”
You smiled at the sight of him, the sound of his voice enough to make you giddy. “Give me another 5 minutes and I’ll be right there.”
“Take all the time you need, gorgeous.” He winked. You rolled your eyes and walked back into your room to get ready.
He took a deep breath of the fresh air, feeling considerably calmer now that he’s seen you and his main problem was solved. All he had to do now was just wait and be patient. He could surely do that.
Yeah, of course he could. And when you finally come down, he will kiss you and open the passenger door for you, you’ll tell him he’s the best boyfriend ever, and the date will proceed without a hitch.
He couldn’t believe how silly he was being by overthinking moments prior; there’s absolutely nothing that could go wrong now.
The door handle suddenly turned and Childe stiffened at the foot of the stairs, his eyes darting to the mahogany door as he watched it open with dreading anticipation until he finally saw Kaeya, who leaned on the doorway with the most irritating smirk ever. He took in Childe’s put-together appearance and finally the flowers he was tensely holding.
“Ohoho, for me? You shouldn’t have.” Childe was used to Kaeya’s usual smooth, teasing voice, but with the current situation, it just translated to an unavoidable headache.
“Kaeya, I really don’t need this right now,” He grumbled, leaning back on the iron railing and using his free hand to rub his face.
“Oh c’mon. From where I'm standing, it doesn’t look like you’re up to much,” Kaeya retorted, nearly smiling from ear to ear. “Is she making you wait this long?”
Childe sighed. You hadn’t revealed your relationship to either of your families yet, but if anyone was going to find out, it was going to be his best friend.
“She said she’ll take less than 5 minutes.” He informed.
“Make it 20,” Kaeya countered, crossing his arms in a relaxed manner. Childe’s composed expression faltered. “Relax, I’m kidding,” Kaeya smirked, waving his hand dismissively.
“Funny” Childe deadpanned, “Don’t you have stuff to do?”
“Now that you mention it, I should be getting some papers from father’s office for Diluc” He mused, as if thinking, “But watching you sweat through your shirt is way more fun”
Childe wasted no time in anxiously looking at his armpits, trying to look for any stains, only stopping when he heard Kaeya snort. He sent a glare his way.
“I’m sorry, alright?” Kaeya said with no hint of honesty, his hand on his stomach as his laughter died down. “You look fine, don't stress too much” he reassured. Despite finding it amusing how uncharacteristically jumpy he was, the last thing he wanted was for Childe to go on a date with you while filled with insecurities.
To be completely honest, Kaeya felt like this was the best outcome he could think of. Now that his suspicions of you two dating had been confirmed, he couldn't help but be relieved that you chose to date someone whom he knew well and approved of. Not to mention you were two of his favorite people.
“Nice hair, by the way” He added, making Childe absentmindedly touch the soft orange strands he took extra time on, murmuring a thanks.
“There you are.” Diluc’s monotone voice suddenly cut the conversation, his footsteps heavy under the polished floor as he walked towards Kaeya. “Could you explain to me why you’re standing here while I was waiting for the reports? Adeline had to step in and do it herself. The simplest of jobs and you still—” The redhead’s rambling came to a halt once he came to view on the doorway, noticing Childe standing at the bottom of the stairs. His crimson eyes glanced back and forth between his brother and the ginger before landing on the bouquet.
“...You’re dating Kaeya?” Diluc asked, nearly unbelievingly.
Before anyone could say a thing, your steps broke the silence as you made your way down the stairs. “Sorry for the long wait.” You apologized with an ounce of sheepishness, walking past the two guys at the door and making your way straight towards Childe, taking the flowers and embracing him. He could barely hold you back as Diluc’s eyes pierced his, nearly making all the muscles in his body freeze in place.
“You’re dating my sister?” Diluc’s voice wasn’t hesitant this time. It was cold and low, hardly a question and more like an accusation of a heinous crime.
You ignored Diluc and pecked Childe’s cheek after pulling away, grabbing his hand, and pulling him to the car, knowing he wouldn’t find the courage to break eye contact with Diluc on his own.
Childe awkwardly waved at them while making his way into the car right after you did, trying not to look at Diluc’s astonished expression for too long.
“You knew of this?” Diluc demanded, and Kaeya only snickered as he held the door to avoid falling by how weak he was turning from all his laughter.
Childe might’ve escaped his wrath today, but he knew he would be doomed the moment he stepped on the ice next practice and felt the pucks “accidentally” hit him over and over with suspicious accuracy.
⟡ [a/n]: for @fairexy78 bc our periods synchronized and we literally went "how can we make this about Childe"
(Divider by: @saradika-graphics)
⟡ The first time you bled out on his sheets after sleeping over was a huge mishap on your part. You could have sworn your period was supposed to come three days later. You were absolutely mortified as you apologized profusely at the sight of his pristine white blankets stained with huge blood patches, blaming yourself for not being more careful.
⟡ Only for him to calmly gather them for laundry like he normally would and get you a clean change of clothes, pecking your forehead before reassuring you it was no big deal.
⟡ You went from being ashamed to being embarrassed for making such a big deal over an honest mistake. You were also confused at how eerily calm he was. You knew he had sisters and knew more about this than any other guy would, but the way he handled it almost made it look like he was prepared for such a spontaneous thing.
⟡ The next time you come over, you find a whole drawer stacked full of period products in both of his bathrooms, some you didn’t even know existed, some you didn't even use. Pads, tampons, liners, reusables. Wings and no wings. Scented and unscented. You name it.
⟡ It makes you feel like you’re scrolling through catalogues of options. You should probably give him a small talk about overconsumption, but his heart is in the right place.
⟡ He would be the type of guy to have that cycle calendar app on his phone that's connected to his partner’s.
⟡ The first day without fail he always makes a soup of either seafood, red meat or tofu based on your decision so you can load up on iron.
⟡ You literally wake up to him in that damned “kiss the cook” apron.
⟡ If you get sweet cravings, you’ll just have to tolerate this small inconvenience because he is not budging on this.
⟡ If, for whatever reason, you aren’t together, the second you make the most indirect hint at not having eaten yet over the phone, you’ll find yourself receiving takeout he ordered for you.
⟡ His long and warm hands are a blessing to massage mild cramps away. Whether the pain is in your stomach or back, he is already preparing essential oils that he knows will relax your muscles.
⟡ Tries his best to make your couple of days of hell as stress-free as possible. He completely understands why you’d be “moody” and annoyed during this period. He literally apologizes for breathing wrong whenever you snap at him, and is buying you flowers and snacks immediately after to not feel useless.
⟡ Which then makes you feel extremely bad for acting as you did earlier to the point that you tear up by how nice he still is to you and how you “don’t deserve him”.
⟡ The sight of you crying immediately agitates him as he tries his best to comfort and reassure you by saying he doesn’t mind.
⟡ You feeling bad makes him feel bad, and suddenly the two of you are crying.
⟡ He bought you different types of heating pads to accommodate your every need and mood, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t prefer it whenever you sought him out and used his body warmth instead.
⟡ He’s also an opportunistic bastard who uses it as an excuse to insist on keeping you in bed with him because the cuddles help ease your pain.
⟡ Likes to rest his head on your stomach with his ear right next to it. It somehow relaxes both of you to sleep.
⟡ He does not tolerate it if you’re one of those people who attempt to tough out your cramps instead of taking your painkillers. He’ll wrestle and force-feed them to you if so it must be.
⟡ He is also very rigid when it comes to the time you take supplements if you take any.
⟡ He’s not a squeamish guy and doesn’t mind having period sex if he knows it will help with your pain. He tries to act normal like he hasn’t been actually waiting for this moment.
⟡ Won’t bring it up because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but the moment you so much as suggest oral while you’re bleeding, it doesn’t take long to have his face already buried between your thighs as he greedily laps up the combination of blood and cum and diligently works to tear another orgasm from you.
⟡ He is definitely doing this just to help your pain and would totally not die between your legs if he could.
𝜗ৎ[a/n]: For anon! (Dividers by @sisterlucifergraphics)
𝜗ৎGirl dad!Childe, who has a daughter who is the exact carbon copy of him despite his genes being supposedly recessive.
𝜗ৎGirl dad!Childe, who can recognize the glimmer in his daughter’s eyes that he once had at her age whenever he reads her to sleep with the same stories his father used to tell him, and vows to himself to do everything in his power never to let that light go out.
𝜗ৎGirl dad!Childe, who's not entirely new to this after growing up with many sisters and always insists on being the one to do his little girl’s hair. He carefully brushes her soft hair before gently gathering it and braids it with practiced skill, purposefully lasting longer than he should to savour the feeling of caring for a child of his own after years of doing it for his siblings.
𝜗ৎGirl dad!Childe, who despite being a proud father, also wishes to be respected by his colleagues since he is the youngest one out of the few and feels he has more to prove, so he buys only peel-off nail polish for his baby to have all the creative freedom she wants and for him to be taken seriously during his job.
Zandik is not allowed to touch her with a ten-foot pole.
As a matter of fact, none of the harbingers besides The Rooster will be informed of her existence (they will still find out somehow)
𝜗ৎGirl dad!Childe, who seamlessly embodies the character his daughter wants him to roleplay as because of his experience with joining public theatrical plays in the past. Is she asking for a knight? a pirate? a magician? She has all in one.
𝜗ৎGirl dad!Childe, who pauses whenever the tale he is reading to her involves a charming prince or a knight in shining armor, and makes up the rest of the story himself before making sure there is no other book in her library that could make her think she needs a man to save her or depend on that is not him.
𝜗ৎGirl dad!Childe, who swears he won’t baby her or buy her whatever she wants after you told him she has to learn she can’t have everything she demands, yet somehow you find a princess themed vanity table in her bedroom the next day, where he is sitting patiently while she practices makeup on him. How did that get there?
𝜗ৎGirl dad!Childe, who does everything in his power to come back sooner from his travels and never returns empty-handed, for either you or his daughter, who has a collection of different toys and jewelry from all nations by the time she is 5.
𝜗ৎGirl dad!Childe, who constantly thanks the Tsaritsa for such a blessing, for being able to build a family and be happy despite having blood on his hands. For having a beautiful daughter who brought order and purpose to his chaotic life.
𝜗ৎGirl dad!Childe, who despite seeing his daughter as his biggest blessing in life, also gave him an unfamiliar sense of vulnerability as he realized he had more to lose. Who struggles to fall asleep and sometimes spends hours sitting on the rocking chair in his daughter’s nursery, observing his princess peacefully sleep in her deer onesie to reassure himself that she is still here, and anybody who would dare lay a finger on her would be a dead man.
Valentine’s Day with Ajax was always far from mundane. If anyone was going to go all out during the festival of love, it was him.
It’s not like he needed a reason to use the sickening amount of money he made from the fatui to spoil you in the first place, but it sure was a nice excuse to use whenever you gave him a pointed look at the fourth flower bouquet in a row.
Which is why he was greatly disappointed when he was assigned to a mission abroad at the start of the month, knowing his absence would be further pronounced during this period. And when he smothered your face with kisses right before leaving, you, too, felt a small ache in your heart despite your bitching about him being gross.
But none of this meant your special day was forsaken; in the days that followed, every time you returned to your shared home, you were greeted with gifts personally delivered by one of his loyal subordinates.
Every. single. day.
Fancy chocolate boxes, high-end jewelry, luxury bags and shoes, stuffed animals, flowers. Everything one could think of.
It made you wonder where the hell he was getting all this stuff, let alone the time to even get it in the first place. But all your curiosity and doubts completely vanished whenever you read the letters attached to each gift.
Ajax had beautiful penmanship. Your mind often struggled to recall that the hands he used to grip a weapon in life-or-death scenarios were the same hands he used to write loving words and draw hearts on a neatly folded piece of paper for his beloved.
His letters went from ramblings and not-so-humble recounts of his battles to admissions of how much he thought about you. How much he missed your smell and warmth, and how hard of a time he had falling asleep without it.
As the updates of his mission concluding started coming in with the estimate of his return being around the 14th, so did the indecent letters describing in detail the extent of his longing for you.
If anyone else had read those letters, they would’ve thought he was in unfathomable agony, and the only solution to his pain would be to fuck you senseless.
Nevertheless, you didn’t take it as a warning sign of any kind, as you were used to longer periods apart and were also looking forward to the nights you spent together every time he returned.
But you must have underestimated just how much he meant it this time.
In all your years of living in Snezhnaya, you never imagined you could ever feel this hot, not here, not anywhere at all.
His long hands were currently intertwined with yours as he pinned them next to each side of your face, occasionally squeezing them. The gesture was gentle, but the hard thrusts against your abused cervix were anything but.
The layer of sweat on your bodies was making every movement between you nearly frictionless. Each roll of his hips made the muscles of his back flex and stimulated your poor cunt to come for what felt like the hundredth time underneath his larger frame.
You knew he had a reputation for his endurance and flexibility in battle, but you couldn’t believe this was even possible. Each time his hot cum spilled inside of you, not a minute went by of him being snugly tucked in you before he twitched in renewed arousal, switching your positions and repeating the process a torturous number of times.
Your senses were completely numb; you could not register anything besides the snap of his hips against yours that made your exposed breasts swing freely, and the tear stains that hardly had the opportunity to dry before being replaced by fresh ones down your temple.
It was so, so hot. Suffocatingly so.
You were on the brink of falling unconscious more than once; the only thing keeping you barely aware were the mind-blowing orgasms he kept tearing out of you. You stopped counting how many you’ve had once each started blending with the last.
The small window of the room manifested the contrast between the foggy inside and the cold serenity of the outside, the first appearance of faint daylight since you found yourself in this situation last night.
Last night.
You had not slept a wink during the whole night.
You wondered if Ajax just forgot you were not as flexible and durable as him, but no. This was just utter insanity. He had lost his mind.
Yet, you were even more astonished at how much you enjoyed every minute of it; The sticky combination of your fluids gushing out of you with each thrust and dripping down your ass onto the mattress, your spent walls kept clenching around him as he fucked you like it was still the first round, how your heavy breaths mingled in your intimate distance, and how you were the one responsible for him being in this state to begin with.
When you felt his hips stutter once more, your legs tightened around him, and you did nothing more than pathetically whine when you came with him, knowing fully well the Valentine’s celebration was far from over.
“None,” Ajax whispered, his breath ghosting over your lips.
Your words were intended to be playful, but the lack of hesitation in his answer brought all your thoughts to a halt and made your brain short-circuit.
When he started asking you out, you came to peace with the knowledge that a handsome guy like him probably had his fair share of experience in this. Even as he currently looked down at you with those mesmerizing sapphire eyes of his, you couldn’t fathom how he, out of all people, hadn’t been so much as kissed by anyone.
He who was the most extroverted and likable guy at parties who tried his best to include everyone.
He whose name is cried out by various admirers whenever he scores a goal during his matches with a loud snap of his hockey stick.
“Do I still get my kiss, or has it been revoked?”
He, who was looking at you with both nervousness and anticipation in his eyes after dropping you off at your dorm late at night. Your mouth went dry as you swallowed, inhaling in an attempt to calm your racing mind, only to be met by the invasive sweet scent that was his cologne.
“Your first kiss?” you countered with a small smirk, hoping the tease would mask the sudden hyper-awareness you were feeling, how the faint brush of the tip of his nose against yours made your whole body tingle.
“Don’t get a big head.”
“Hard not to.” Your words were but a mumble, the banter effortless as you both gravitated towards each other like it was an unstoppable magnetic force. His hand slowly lifted to hold your chin between his fingers, and the moment you felt the warm brush of his lips on yours, your eyes fluttered closed, and you hopelessly leaned forward, closing the small distance between you.
You imagined this various times, envisioning a movie kiss and preparing yourself mentally to not fuck it up. You prepared for it to be spontaneous and messy, for it to be clumsy and for the two of you to laugh it up later. You overthought how long you should hold the kiss for before it got awkward, if you should expect tongue, and if it was going to happen at all.
But the kiss was anything but rushed; it was careful and nearly hesitant. The concept of time did not exist in that moment, for the couple of seconds in that gentle kiss felt like aeons of your bubble’s own time and space. And when he barely pulled away, you still struggled to come back to reality, your brain fuzzy and static. You couldn’t register the feeling of your feet on the ground, only the fluttering in your stomach that made you feel like you were floating. The continuous eye contact was not helping you return either.
“...How many people have you kissed before?” Ajax asked too, his question reluctant against your lips and clearly a little too late, making you giggle.
And when you sheepishly answered “none”, he smiled, and you both started giggling together, as there was no sweeter outcome than to share one’s first kiss with the person they love.
