✦ content w: implied or slightly suggestive? no, idk but I think yes. read responsibly pls.
Imagine waking up one day to your good old friend Childe pinning you down on your bed with superhuman strength. Beads of sweat dripping down from his scalp to his chin as he hyperventilates.
You noticed that there was an animalistic look to his face—gritting his teeth as if he were holding back the very urge to maul and devour you right then and there.
It scared you of course.
Noticing your rather horrified expression, Childe somehow throws himself off of you before you could say a word—his back hitting the wall of your room as he stumbled.
He asks you to stay away since he, himself doesn’t seem to have the willpower to leave your room.
He just simply can’t ignore the sweet and delicious scent of your blood—a newly acquired taste of his after some complications in his last mission.
You ask him what’s wrong, and he hesitates for a moment before briefly and vaguely saying that he needs to drink some blood—that he’s craving for it.
A long stretch of silence falls between the two of you—Childe has his gaze focused on the ground, one hand gripping his arm tight enough to rip his limb if he wanted to; meanwhile, your gaze was fixed on Childe as you debated whether to help him or not when he was at such a seemingly violent state.
Alas, he’s your friend.
You oblige to his request, saying that he can take blood from you at the moment since it was an emergency.
He looks up at you—with a gaze of surprise and gratitude—before he pounces back on top of you in a blink of an eye, once again pinning you down on your bed.
He nuzzles his face first by the crook of your neck, savoring the warmth of flowing blood that ran under your skin. He frowns, unsure how painful it might be, yet he reassures you that the pain would only last a second.
You swallowed nervously, nodding your head as you closed your eyes.
To prevent himself from any second thoughts and doubts, he makes a swift bite—piercing your delicate skin with his fangs and teeth for a moment before taking them out, earning a groan and a small pained whine from you.
He gently began to suck on the wound, the taste of your fresh blood sending him absolute bliss, but it makes you shudder with uneasy butterflies flying in your stomach.
After a while he laps his tongue on the remaining blood escaping as the wound started to clot. When he was finally done, he licks his lips—which were partly stained in the color of your blood.
He still feels a bit unsatisfied, but he wasn’t planning on overdoing things—the only thing that mattered was that he didn’t feel hungry anymore.
He takes care of you afterwards, particularly your wound, before explaining the situation to you. He later asks for a favor—if he could feed on your blood every week, taking just enough to keep him from starving.
You agree, not wanting to turn away from a close friend of yours—so long as he brought you some food that were rich in iron or something. He scoffs in amusement, though agreeing and being grateful for accepting nonetheless.
And so, every week he comes over to your house to consume your blood—sometimes storing it in a blood bag if he has to go on long missions because he just can’t seem to stand consuming the blood of others, especially his enemies since they tasted so bitter for some reason.
But when he consumes your blood manually. Physically. You feel as if he’s been getting touchier—gradually becoming intimate.
With the way he presses featherlight kisses on your neck, or the way he faintly darts his tongue out to seemingly taste the healing wound on your neck before biting there again to create a new wound—or when his hand holds your waist, ocassionally tugging you closer while keeping you in place as he eats his meal.
The simple, yet oddly intimate gestures that he made makes you shudder—wavering and somewhat blurring a few lines between your friendship with him.
And while Childe actively searches for a way to turn himself back to normal, he can’t deny the way he’s grown accustomed—maybe even addicted, to how sweet you tasted.
Of course, he’d never admit it. Not at the moment at least.
✦ posting something as much as this kind of content feels like a crime, I feel like a criminal (I’d rather read than create this stuff)
✦ first time trying to write something like this? sorta? I know it’s not entirely nsfw but it’s kinda something v_v
✦ vampire! Childe does something to me, idk
✦ Ajax is immaculate *chefs kiss* I’d do anything for him, I’d donate my entire body for him
✦ it’s not the greatest thing I’ve written, but yk.. trashwriter me just hopes you like it :)