Yuji Who Sucks At Comforting You Only To Getting Jealous Over 'guy'

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୨୧ pairings｜stepbrother!sungchan x reader

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୨୧ warnings｜noncon touching turned duncon kinda，stepcest，soft dom sungchan，forced kissing，big dick sungchan ofc 😞，praising，crying，daddy kink，lowkey ddlg，choking，non-penetration sex TO penetration，"just the tip"，teasing，little sister big brother talk，yn's sensitive

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"channie?" you whisper softly, tugging the comforter down to reveal even a sliver of his face. his breathing is shallower than usual, and he's still, but you were unsure if he's already drifted off to sleep. he never sleeps early. at least not when he's staying the night at your parents house. you repeat his name, but silence greets you, and you can't help the disappointment in your stomach. you sigh, reluctant to walk away and surrender to sleep. you lingered for a minute longer in his room, still hovering over him, too scared to turn around and leave. the walk to your room was long and dark. you mustered up all your courage just to run down here, and you don't know if you can make yourself do it again.

this was all your fault. you had a scary dream, and it was hard laying in your big room all alone with nothing but your thoughts to torture you. you feel like a kid again, close to the brink of tears, thinking of facing this fear. It's always been better for you to let sungchan face it for you. that's what big brothers are for! you would rather snuggle up in his bed and cling to his arms wrapped around your waist like he was a border to shield you. even if sungchan teased you for still getting scared this easily, you know you could count on your big brother to protect you. but he can't protect you when he's sleeping.

you reach out and push on his shoulder outside the cover one last time. when he stirs a bit at the touch, you call out for him again, “channie... I need you.” this time, you see his eyelashes flutter, his eyes squinting as he peers at you. not even turning to look at the time on his phone, he just lifts his cover, looking back to you standing pitifully with your lip tutted out. “you okay? scary dream?" you take his actions as a gesture to slip into the bed with him. climbing to the side closest to the wall and lying directly in his arms, he drops the cover on both of you.

"mhm, had a bad dream," you finally respond, closing your eyes at this newfound warmth. he leans forward, kissing your forehead, words rumbling against your back. "I'm sorry, baby. I have you now." you smile at his words, feeling so safe and content.

a lot of people say your relationship with sungchan is weird but you never understood.

this was just sister-brotherly love. sungchan knew you better than any person ever has, even your mom. since your mom married his dad, you were forced into this new lifestyle with a new sibling with a very different personality from yours. It was hard at first, but you and sungchan clicked, and you never hid who you were with him and he never hid from you. sure he made your guy friends and boyfriends uncomfortable but they're just weird. there was nothing weird if you liked the affection and attention from your brother. the hugs, holding hands, occasional kisses on your forehead, and especially cuddling. he's your favorite guy! told you over and over again how happy he was that you were his sister, that you were the best little sister, and that he loved you more than mom and dad.

sungchan's hands roamed your hips, tugging you closer, and you let him in. his room smells of vanilla like him, and you don't think about how it has you falling deeper into him. too distracted by the goodness you feel, you don't think about the weird feeling filling your tummy when he presses himself against you, firm and hard behind you. barely thinking about how much bigger and stronger he's gotten and how he's grown into your type. you stay like this for thirty minutes and almost think sungchan had fallen asleep. but after a while, his hands slowly smooth down your stomach until he's pressing on your panties.

you gasp, turning to look at him, but he's already staring at you, big hand pressing against your mouth. "shhh... just let me." you can't comprehend what's going on. he's way too strong for you to fight back properly. "you make me so hard, baby," sungchan groans, pushing his hips to rut against you. "so sexy.. my little sister is so sexy,"

the tears in your eyes have already started flowing down onto his hand. you're confused and conflicted with what happened to make sungchan have such a direct change. you hate that your pussy clenches when he works his fingers inside your panties, fingers dragging against your folds. he circles your clit, and you feel heat rush through you for the first time. your body is trembling and tears are nonstop. "baby— baby, you have to calm down—" sungchan's voice is deep and dripping with concern, but you don't know how to calm your body.

"you know I won't hurt you," he whispers, "your big brother loves you." but you can't listen. your hips are bucking up into his hand, and you feel icky. his hand falls from your mouth, and everything breaks loose. "this– this is wr–wrong, channie," you sob. "we're not supposed to do this."

Instead of answering, sungchan kisses you, tongue running messily over your lips, and when he intrudes your mouth, it all feels so foreign. you don't know how to react, just letting him abuse your mouth until your lips are bitten red and swollen. the kiss slows your thinking down, your legs clenched around sungchan's hand tight, and your eyes rolling back. when he pulls away, spit trails, and his fingers start circling your clit again. "see baby," he huffed out, forcing your legs to spread, "not that bad, huh?" you sniffle and pout, pushing back against him subconsciously.

"channie—" "call me daddy." it was phrased so softly that if it wasn't so lewd, it could be ignored. and it should terrify you. It should be grossing you out to be this close to someone you grew up with, especially someone you thought was your real brother, but your tongue hangs out like a puppy for him anyway. like you're giving yourself away. his mouth drops open ever so slightly as his eyes follow the motion of your tongue, and then he lets out a low hum. "say it."

"sungchan..." you pause when he gives you a look, finger prodding your hole. you start wiggling again. "not there daddy... please... know we can't!" your lip tuts out, fingers digging into his arm in an attempt to distance you two. "don't worry, baby daddy's gonna make you feel good, don't you love me?" his question comes out as more of a statement like he doesn't doubt that you do love him. "I love you, daddy! I–I do, but–" sungchan scoffs at you, pulling your panties down to your knees, and the stickiness makes you shy. you gasp, covering your mouth with both hands, when something odd presses against your pussy.

"never done this before?" you shake your head no, hips seemingly rocking on their own. "never felt this before... don't—don't think we're supposed to do this, daddy..." when the words leave your mouth for a third time sungchan comes to a halt. "I love you. you're my little sister, and I'm supposed to show you these things." his breath against your skin makes you shudder, goosebumps popping out all over your skin. he kisses down your neck, sloppy and slowly till hes pressing kisses on your shoulder. "I won't put it in."

you don't understand what he means until he's dragging his cock between your slit, collecting your slick to use as a lubricant, and instead of going inside, he's spreading it. your vision nearly blanks feeling him on your pussy. he's so hard and heavy, and your cunny is aching the slower he pushes his hips forward and slides his cock on you. "fuck... baby, you feel so good for me." he works to circle his tip on your clit, feeling you writhe under him.

"nnng daddy daddy daddy!" you whimper. this is so embarrassing. your pussy is clenching and pushing out more wetness, and you feel like you'd rather die than let sungchan know how sensitive you are. your nipples are hard poking your shirt, and when he uses his hand to push his fat tip so deep inside your lips you can't help but curl and wiggle. "please—" "yeah? big brother making you feel good?" you swallow and try to talk, but he instead slides between your folds deeper and the words get trapped in your throat. you can’t handle having him like this. It was too hard to even look at him. "feel—feel you—" he nodded, his cold hand planting itself on your cheek, fingers dipping to wrap around your throat. "I know, baby. can feel me in you." the air was thick between you two, getting even more tense when you tried to push his hand away in panic. "n–no! no no daddy–" your mind is bleary, voice breaking.

theres this strange shift in his demeanor when he looks into your eyes. not unexpected, just more— intense. when you blink back tears and sniffle, it's almost like his face hardens. eyes flickering over your expression, lingering on your swollen lips again before it drops down between your legs. It's like he’s got more to say or something left to do. you whimper the longer he continues to put pressure on your throat and pull on his wrist a little. "d—daddy— gonna—gonna cum...!"

"I'm so sorry, baby. I need to feel you," he said, closing the gap between you and lining up at your entrance. he finally sank his tip into your needy little hole, his lips barely grazing yours. you feel weird again. not being able to stop your eyes from fluttering shut when he stretches you out. your mouth is open and wide from the painful sensation filling you as he starts slowly thrusting, sliding deeper with each thrust until he bottoms out. "no! no sungchan—” you try to warn, but he tightens his grip to silence you, and your body starts to feel like it's breaking down.

the pace he sets is menacing, enough to have you whining and arching your back into him. the tip of his cock is nudging your cervix with every deep thrust. you can't hear him cooing anymore, just the sounds coming from your bodies meeting. “oh no... did I lose you, baby?" he whispers in your ear, letting go of your throat so you can breathe. your heart is fast hammering against your chest as he fucks you into your very first orgasm. "close for me, baby?" you nodded, tears spilling again. "hurts—feel—feel big brother in—in my tummy..."

sungchan's hands slid down your stomach, firm hand pushing your abdomen as he bruised your pussy. "mhm?" your brother smiled, "feel me here" your words are incoherent when you start twitching against him. "come on. cum for me, baby. cum for your big brother." you shook your head, clouded and lost in thought as you pushed your hips to meet his sharp thrusts. "gonna fill this pussy up," that’s all you need to make your walls clench even tighter, pulsating with the euphoric shocks of your orgasm. Your moans are high-pitched, and you repeatedly hear weak mumbles of his name.

“there you go, get me all messy, baby.” he praises, leaning forward to press a long kiss to your forehead. "my favorite little sister.”

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[Kinktober 2022: Somnophilia (18+)]

GoYuu | Jujutsu Kaisen 18-10-2022

Day 18: G̷l̷o̷r̷y̷ ̷H̷o̷l̷e | S̷h̷o̷t̷g̷u̷n̷n̷i̷n̷g | [Somnophilia]

Yuji realises that GOjo has a hard-on while asleep. He ends up giving him a handjob and stops when Gojo stirs up. But he liked the trill and tries again at night, until he’s caught.

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Yuji had never gotten the occasion to be so close and casual with Satoru as when he started living (or rather hiding) in his house after his “death”. The older man was friendly and pretty casual compared to other teachers Yuji had in the past.

But if someone had told him he’d be watching movies with his new teacher while the man gave commentary, he would probably not have believed them.

He’d also not believe it if someone had told him he’d be confronted with the following situation:

his teacher was asleep beside him while being very visibly rock hard for some reason.

He had stopped focusing on the movie playing before them since he noticed it, biting his bottom lips as he wonder what to do with this situation.

Wouldn’t it be awkward for Satoru when the man wakes up?

The teen couldn’t help being a bit flustered as his eyes kept glancing back at his teacher’s lap. The man was wearing grey sweat pants and it was pretty easy to see the tent made by his erection.

Yuji bit his bottom lip as an idea came to his mind, trying to chase it away. He’d be lying if he were to say he never found the man handsome, probably sexy even, from what he had seen by accident when Satoru got out of the shower one time.

It all had him a little bit confused and wondering if maybe he wasn’t as straight as he believed he was.

Yuji knew he shouldn’t be doing this, his teacher was asleep, but he was a bit curious and thought that if he could help Satoru get rid of his hard-on there would be no awkward situation. He’d just need to find a solution for when the older man came, otherwise, the clue would be all over the place.

“Sensei?” Yuji tentatively tried to call, holding his breath and the doll in his hand tightly, waiting. Yet no answer came, not even a twitch, his teacher’s breathing staying even.

He could do this. No one but him and Tsukamoto would need to know.

He slid closer to the man on the couch, a hand reaching shyly to his teacher’s lap, hand creeping higher until he finally cupped his dick. He tensed when Satoru’s breath hitched, before going even once more.

He slowly started to rub through the fabric, gaining a little bit more confidence as time went by. He couldn’t help but look at his teacher's face, the way he would react to his ministration. But also to make sure he wouldn’t be caught, he was quite lucky the man was wearing his sunglasses and not his blindfold.

He drank in the groan that escaped the man, biting his lips when he dared sneak his hand inside the sweat pant. He was somewhat surprised to realise his teacher was wearing no underwear, although it did make his task easier.

He was now fully jerking him off, trying not to be too rough so as to not wake him up either. This was way too thrilling for Yuji, not expecting to like taking advantage of his teacher so much.

He couldn’t help feeling his jeans start to feel a little bit too tight.

His hand felt really hot, trapped inside his teacher’s pants. Getting all hot and wet from the precum leaking from the tip, helping his hand slide more easily onto his length.

It is a bit strange, jerking someone else off, he has never done it before, only on his own. But he actually enjoys it quite a lot, he even wonders what it would be like if Satoru was also touching him.

He grinds a little bit against the poor doll, a groan escaping him at the sensation and the idea of also being touched like this by his teacher. If only the man was also awake.

Then Satoru started stirring up from his sleep, making Yuji feel panicked despite his fantasy, nearly losing focus on the doll too. He retracted his hand quickly, going back to the doll as he stood up as casually as possible.

“Yuji?” his teacher called out after seeing him get up like this, Yuji noticed the movie that was playing earlier was now rolling the credit. For how long had he been indecently touching his teacher in his sleep?

“Movie is over, I’ll go to the bathroom before starting another one” Yuji laughed awkwardly, making sure Tsukamoto was hiding his own hard-on. He was mentally cursing himself for making things more awkward than they could have ever been.

The worst part was that he had enjoyed taking advantage of his teacher and wanted more of this thrill. He felt ashamed when he came after jerking himself off in the bathroom to the memory of Satoru’s reactions in his sleep.

And Yuji tried to forget about what he had done, tried to push away the thrill that came with what he did. But many times he found Satoru sleeping on the couch, be it in the basement or upstairs. And slowly he tried again.

At first, he only teased him, barely actually getting him hard. He’d also give him kisses here and there, always getting a bit deeper as his confidence grows. Or at least, as deep as it can be as to not wake him up. Satoru’s lips always taste so sweet against his, like candy.

Then he gets more serious, getting the man fully hard so he can jerk him off. just like the first time, the first couple of other attempts is through his pants, despite the mess it leaves behind.

Then when he really gets the hang of it, and needs more, he starts pulling his pants down, often happily surprised to find nothing under. He didn’t quite imagine his teacher being a commando kind of guy, but it’s only made it easier for him.

It’s surprising how much of a heavy sleeper his teacher is. It’s nearly concerning even, what would he do if someone was attacking him in his sleep? At least, with the intent to kill and not to get him off.

He even considered secretly feeding sleeping pills to his teacher so he’d be sure he was asleep more deeply. But this feels like he’d be going too far. He’s already going too far in a way, but that feels just even worst.

He’d not only be abusing how much of a heavy sleeper Satoru was, but drugging him.

He gets confident with how much he can get away with that he even dares suck him off, which means he doesn’t necessarily see his face well from where he is kneeling between his legs.

He’s pretty sure he cannot be that good, but really, his teacher probably doesn’t feel it fully and he still manages to make him climax. With practice, he’ll get there.

He even gets greedy enough that he gets up at night to sneak into his teacher’s room to do more.

He wants to feel guilty about what he’s doing to Satoru, the man trusts him and he’s totally taking advantage of that. But the excitement and pleasure he gets out of it always outweigh the guilt when he’s doing it.

He also cannot help getting hard while doing all this, jerking himself off at the same time as abusing Satoru. He even jerks the both of them together a couple of times, enjoying the rubbing of another dick on his.

One time, he even straddled him at first, slowly grinding their clothed cock together. feeling the both of them growing harder and harder as he slowly rolled his hips, biting his lips so he wouldn’t make any noise.

He’s getting so much pleasure out of this and doesn’t feel like stopping anytime soon despite the guilt.

Then one evening, as Yuji looks at the movie Satoru has left on the coffee table before going back upstairs to get snacks, he finds a weird movie.

The jacket of the movie is so dark the colour looks nearly black. The only thing on the cover is a computer screen with what looks like CCTV feeds.

“Invisible Touch” Yuji whispered to himself as he reads the title, wondering what kind of movie this could be.

It sounded a lot like a horror film and the lack of anything on the cover piqued his interest, so he put the DVD in.

Yuji is surprised by the movie starting directly on footage taken of a room.

From the angle, the camera seems to be filming from a corner, mostly overlooking a bed. Is this a found footage movie from the security cameras of a house? Then this must be from the bedroom, making him wonder what kind of event will start the film.

But then he realises… The bedroom looks eerily familiar.

Too familiar.

And just as the sound of a door opening in the footage happens it downs on him.

This is Satoru’s room.

Yuji realises with horror that these were taken from his teacher’s room, the “movie” fast-forwarding by itself until someone else entered the room. /Him/.

He watches as the screen shows him taking advantage of his sleeping teacher, night after night.

He can’t get his eyes away from the screen, completely forgetting that Satoru was supposed to come back soon with snacks. He felt even worse when footage from the living room here and upstairs are shown.

Satoru knew.

He was absolutely fucked.

“What an interesting movie you’re watching, Yuuuji~” he then heard whispered right next to his ear, making him jump nearly out of his skin.

He went to get up and bolt away, hide somewhere and just die properly this time.

But he’s forced to keep sitting on the couch with large and strong hands on his shoulders pushing him back down. He’s trapped there as the homemade “movie” keeps playing before them.

Yuji then starts to feel really agitated, scared and ashamed.

Scared that Satoru will now hate him for what he did and ashamed that he actually did any of this. “I-I sorry, I didn’t… I swear” Yuji starts to say a bit incoherently, his vision starting to get blurry as panic is raising even more.

He nearly gets punched by the doll, which Satoru managed to stop before throwing it away. Really, Yuji thinks he should have left it hit him, he deserved it.

But before he could spiral down into even more panic, Satoru is pulling him close, large hands holding his face so he can look at him directly.

“Yu… Yuji!....alm dow…. Oi, listen to me!” the man tries to tell him, managing to make Yuji snap back to reality. “There, breath with me,” he says, helping the teen regulate his breathing.

“Geez, I didn’t expect you to panic like this, I was thinking of teasing you about it” the man sighed.

Yuji watches in confusion as Satoru climbed over the couch to sit with him, pulling his student onto his lap. He sighs again, dramatically this time, putting his head on Yuji’s shoulder as he watches the events happening on the screen.

“The time when you ran away at the end of a movie I was a bit suspicious, then you did it again but I decided to fake being asleep” Satoru explained.

Yuji felt mortified that the man had known since the very beginning and had said /nothing/ about it.

“I found it pretty hot, my cute little student trying to take advantage of me in my sleep” he teased.

“Since I really liked it, I decided to start taking naps where you could find me and lowered my guard even more so I wouldn’t be awakened so easily. I did end up taking some sleeping pills to help even more” he continued.

Yuji had some difficulty properly processing everything. Satoru had known all this time and had actually liked it? To the point that he had filmed it?

“Of course I filmed it” Satoru replied with a pout, making Yuji realise he had probably thought that aloud.

“I thought your first attempts were really cute and hot, but if I was asleep I couldn’t really see it, right? So I decided to set up a camera so I could watch it later, even in my room to see if you’d ever come”.

Yuji nodded at this, still unsure what to say, feeling really flustered and embarrassed that the one his teacher had witnessed while conscious was his first rather poor attempt. He hid in his hands, not wanting to watch anymore, feeling too embarrassed.

Although, in a way, he did feel relieved that Satoru had actually known all this time and even somewhat planned everything. He didn’t feel quite as guilty anymore.

He yelped when he felt a hand palm him through his jeans, another one capturing his hands so he couldn’t hide behind them. “Of course, even though I am telling you all of this, I don’t want you to stop doing it” his teacher whispered into his ear, kissing his temple.

“G-Gojo-sensei wants me to continue?” Yuji asked.

The man hummed at his question, pushing his cheek against Yuji’s as he looked at the screen. “Of course, look how cute and eager you are to please me in my sleep” he points out, “and how adorable you are when rutting against your own palm because of how excited you get” he continued.

This made Yuji blush even more, he couldn’t help feeling flustered at his words. It wasn’t every day someone talked about him as “Cute” and  “Adorable”.

Sure the man did it before, but it was usually more teasing. He could feel himself growing hard under the hand that was teasing him.

“Ah, but sometimes I want to be awake so I can eat you up” Satoru grinned, grabbing his chin so he could turn towards him, giving him a kiss, “And tonight I’ll do that, I’ll return all the pleasure you already gave me~” he stated before kissing him again.

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(Yuji being a bad boy and being caught by sensei, good thing it turned sensei on too)

Original - AO3

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Incest hentai with an equal focus on both siblings 💫❤️✨️🩷💝💓💕✨️❣️

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p/s: please watch "toy salesman" if you haven't!

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summary: there's nothing quite like being pampered by your partner after coming home from a fight... at least in childe's eyes

pairing: childe x gn! reader

warnings: fluff, a smidge angsty towards the end, mentions of fighting/ wounds; just a scene i had to exorcise from my brain since i'm ridiculously down bad; this is either a modern au or a 'teyvat has blow-dryers now' au, pick whichever one you fancy

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“Watch it,” you threatened, though your voice lacked any sort of real bite. How could you be truly mad when Childe was grinning up at you, all boyish and playful, a strand of his wet bangs stubbornly falling back into his ocean-hued eyes?

“I wouldn’t have to if you just joined me,” the ginger hummed with no remorse, wet fingers dancing along the hem of your already soaked shirt, itching the creep under it. No doubt, he had already thought about just pulling you into the bathtub with him. “Or you could just take off your clothes if you’re so worried about them getting wet.”

“Oh, I’m sure that’s the only reason you’re proposing that, huh?” You cocked your eyebrow at him, gently sweeping his hair back again. Even after you shampooed and conditioned it, it was as unruly and wilful as the guy it was attached to. “No ulterior motives whatsoever, I presume.”

“No ulterior motives whatsoever,” Childe echoed, though his voice carried the same mischief as it did right before he splashed the first wave of water over you. “I’m just looking out for you, darling.”

“The only thing you’re looking out for are your best interests,” you snorted, grabbing the body wash and sponge, motioning for him to turn around. “Now sit still, you literal child. I don’t want to accidentally reopen the wounds I spent so long dressing.”

“You got it,” the ginger laughed, clearly not as concerned with the deep scratches littering his back. Though you really didn’t want to meet whatever had caused them, Childe had excitedly told you all about his scuffles as he came home, still high on adrenaline as you ushered him into the bathroom and peeling off his many layers of clothing.

You shook your head, dispelling the thoughts that started clouding your mind. It was a conversation you have had plenty of times before. Instead you concentrated on the way his lithe muscles flexed and relaxed under your touch, his skin as always pleasantly warm and smooth despite the faded scars littering it. You knew the origins of most, having spent many nights tracing them as you listened to the stories behind them. Sure, some were from thrilling battles, but there were also smaller, odd ones like the one where Teucer accidentally nicked him as he taught his younger brother how to prepare a fish they caught together.

When you were certain your boyfriend was all clean again, you got some fluffy towels as he clambered out of the tub, purposefully not meeting his smug expression as he caught you eyeing the water droplets running down the dibs of his abs. You were also sure there was no need for his arms to flex as much as they did as he towelled his hair dry, leaving the white fabric to rest around his neck. 

Though there was a shirt set out next to his sweatpants, he forewent it completely and you sighed as you followed him out of the bathroom with the blow-dryer in hand. Idly, Childe sauntered over to the bed, sitting down with his back to the frame waiting for you to take your place behind him like you always did.

Gingerly, you rested your legs over his shoulders, feeling his calloused palms wrap around them, his fingers tracing random shapes into your thighs and calves as his bare body radiated heat. Watching the stream of hot air tussle his fluffy strands, your thoughts couldn’t help but circle back to the bloodied wounds on his back. None of them were too deep this time, but…

There was a tap against your calf.

“What are you thinking about?” Of course, Childe would pick up on your dip in mood; he always could. He could probably also guess the direction your thoughts had turned, it wasn’t an uncommon point of discussion. “And you’d better not say it’s nothing.”

“I know I tell you all the time and you always tell me not to worry. And I do have more faith in you than anyone else, but can you be at least a little more careful?” In that moment you were glad your boyfriend was turned away from you, certain your voice would shake even more if you were to look into his eyes right now. 

Running your fingers through his soft hair, you busied yourself with parting the sections to resemble a somewhat orderly hairstyle in order to keep your hands from trembling. Still, Childe easily caught your wrists, sliding his fingers between yours as he twisted to face you.

“You really do worry too much. I’m fine, right? See, everything still attached and working,” Childe smiled, drumming his fingers across your knuckles.

“Yeah but what if something happens? Something that is outside of your control and you don’t—“ You cut yourself off, not daring to speak your worst fear into existence. It would make it seem so much realer. “Just… Ajax, if you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me. I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you, if the other side of the bed was cold—“

“Hey now, none of that,” Childe soothed, reaching up to smooth out the crease of your brows. “You’ll never have to go to sleep alone or wake up to an empty bed. I’ll always come back home to you, I promise. Nothing could keep me away from you.”

The heat of his kisses spread from your knuckles all the way up to your heart, warming you from the inside out as his words soothed your frayed nerves. The logical part of your brain knew he couldn’t actually prevent all bad turns of events from happening but you willed those thoughts away. 

As you curled up under the blanket with him that night, his arm draped securely over your waist to pull you close to him and into his safe embrace, you reminded yourself Ajax had never broken his promises before. So, as the moon bore witness to his vow sealed with more kisses, you decided to believe him.

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