had a not-so-good day a couple days back, so this is something for me and for anybody else who isn't having a good day
alhaitham hears the sniffles before he sees you. there's an ache, deep in his chest, that awakens at the sound. his footsteps hurry as he makes his way through the seemingly endless bookshelves - something he usually wouldn't complain about - of the library.
he finds you, in the least visited corner full of accounting books. your back is turned to him, face buried in the shelves pretending to look for a very particular book.
“y/n,” alhaitham's voice is unbelievably soft. your name is called out with such tenderness that it immediately feels as though he's reaching out into your ribs to take your heart in his hands.
for a moment, you don't turn around - truly contemplating how terribly you'd break apart at the sight of the man you loved so much. you're sure you look terrible as you finally turn around, eyes already wet, nose pink and another sniffle making its way through.
you swallow deeply, as if willing to stomach all of the hurt, the disappointment and anxieties that kept spilling out of you.
you don't trust yourself with your words at the moment — a watery greeting is all you can manage. “hi.”
alhaitham steps closer, movements gentle even in the hurry to get to you. his hand reaches for the book in yours, fishing it out of your grip to place somewhere behind him on the grand oak table, he doesn't particularly take note. then he draws you towards him. you look away, afraid of what will become of you if you let him look at you at that.
but he knows you so well. his nimble fingers grab your chin, and ever-so-softly he raises it to meet your gaze. to most, alhaitham's gaze is sharp, calculating and detached - like an extremely smart scholar beyond one's intellect. but when alhaitham looks at you, his eyes are palpably softer - anyone could see it. you see it too, you'd be stupid not to.
that does it for you. a sob heaves its way through your lungs and alhaitham pulls you into his chest. his fingers are immediately in your hair.
“hey...” you can feel him press a kiss to the top of your head.
your shoulders, previously taut and strained, sink. as you weep into alhaitham's chest, it feels like a weight lifting off of your ribs — as if the ship has reached its home and anchored.
“it'll be okay,” he whispers into your hair. “even if it feels insurmountable right now, it'll be alright. we'll figure it out, together.”
and though it doesn't immediately make all your anxieties fade to dust, you feel safe. protected. within his arms, no one could hurt you. and anything that went wrong, you knew that the man holding you would help you rebuild it even if your own hands shook.
i know that this man is the kindest and most patient with his partner, i know
had a not-so-good day a couple days back, so this is something for me and for anybody else who isn't having a good day
alhaitham hears the sniffles before he sees you. there's an ache, deep in his chest, that awakens at the sound. his footsteps hurry as he makes his way through the seemingly endless bookshelves - something he usually wouldn't complain about - of the library.
he finds you, in the least visited corner full of accounting books. your back is turned to him, face buried in the shelves pretending to look for a very particular book.
“y/n,” alhaitham's voice is unbelievably soft. your name is called out with such tenderness that it immediately feels as though he's reaching out into your ribs to take your heart in his hands.
for a moment, you don't turn around - truly contemplating how terribly you'd break apart at the sight of the man you loved so much. you're sure you look terrible as you finally turn around, eyes already wet, nose pink and another sniffle making its way through.
you swallow deeply, as if willing to stomach all of the hurt, the disappointment and anxieties that kept spilling out of you.
you don't trust yourself with your words at the moment — a watery greeting is all you can manage. “hi.”
alhaitham steps closer, movements gentle even in the hurry to get to you. his hand reaches for the book in yours, fishing it out of your grip to place somewhere behind him on the grand oak table, he doesn't particularly take note. then he draws you towards him. you look away, afraid of what will become of you if you let him look at you at that.
but he knows you so well. his nimble fingers grab your chin, and ever-so-softly he raises it to meet your gaze. to most, alhaitham's gaze is sharp, calculating and detached - like an extremely smart scholar beyond one's intellect. but when alhaitham looks at you, his eyes are palpably softer - anyone could see it. you see it too, you'd be stupid not to.
that does it for you. a sob heaves its way through your lungs and alhaitham pulls you into his chest. his fingers are immediately in your hair.
“hey...” you can feel him press a kiss to the top of your head.
your shoulders, previously taut and strained, sink. as you weep into alhaitham's chest, it feels like a weight lifting off of your ribs — as if the ship has reached its home and anchored.
“it'll be okay,” he whispers into your hair. “even if it feels insurmountable right now, it'll be alright. we'll figure it out, together.”
and though it doesn't immediately make all your anxieties fade to dust, you feel safe. protected. within his arms, no one could hurt you. and anything that went wrong, you knew that the man holding you would help you rebuild it even if your own hands shook.
i know that this man is the kindest and most patient with his partner, i know
sylus one shot (love and deepspace)
⋆｡° | pairing : sylus x fem!reader
⋆｡° | dad sylus - when you woke up that morning and didn't see your baby in the crib, the first thing you did was panic… until you remembered where she could be.
⋆｡° | word count : 0.9k (968)
⋆｡° | autor note : this is one of my fave one shots ever, that's all, that's the note
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when you opened your eyes, it was like something jumped in your chest. fear filled you, and it took you a few seconds to remember you were in your room. in your house, completely safe.
you rubbed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to think of anything else that would help distract you. it was at that moment that you looked at the small clock on the nightstand to confirm the time. it was almost 7 a.m., which meant Emma would wake up any moment. you didn't usually wake her up earlier; you preferred to wait for her to wake up on her own and decide she was hungry.
you yawned and looked at the empty spot on the bed next to you. you couldn't deny that something settled in your chest at the thought of Sylus not being there, but you forced yourself to remember that he'd probably just gone to his office downstairs and wasn't actually putting his life in danger in some seedy place in the area. trying to think of something else, you walked to the crib next to the bed, hoping to see your precious baby girl asleep… but it was empty.
the first thing you felt was panic and the urge to scream, thinking someone had broken in and taken Emma, but you forced yourself to think calmly, just as Sylus had taught you. it was impossible; there was security all over the place. Sylus had increased security since you were pregnant, and it got worse when Emma was born, so where… of course, Sylus.
you let out a frustrated huff and turned to leave the room, combing your hair to make yourself look even slightly presentable. your heavy footsteps echoed through the hallways until you reached the floor below, where Sylus' office was. Mephisto was resting on one of the decorations in the hallway and made a sound that caught your attention. you could swear he was making fun of you, or maybe you'd just gone too crazy these past few weeks.
"don't you dare," you warned, raising one of your fingers at Mephisto as a signal for him to stop. he just blinked, and you finally turned to walk the rest of the distance to Sylus' office.
you didn't knock or bother to let him know you were about to enter; you simply pushed the door open in front of you without warning. Sylus didn't even flinch when you entered. he had some papers in one of his hands and… yes, that small lump on his chest.
"what the hell is wrong with you?!" you asked in that tone that made your annoyance evident, but without raising your voice too much, otherwise that small lump in his chest would start crying. "I told you to stop stealing my baby!"
Sylus finally put the papers on the table and looked at you with a strange expression you couldn't decipher. you thought he was going to say something to you in an annoyed tone… even though Sylus had never used an annoyed tone with you before. his eyes traveled all over your body, and for a second, you had the urge to say something, aware of your terrible appearance. you had a three-month-old baby, and even though Sylus helped you a lot, it seemed almost impossible to sleep normally because of your nerves. "you look beautiful today."
you rolled your eyes as you walked toward him. "I'm going to hit you," you muttered, but quickly regretted it when Sylus' smile widened. "you stole my baby."
"she's my baby too," he defended himself.
"you need to stop doing that." you rubbed your face, trying to calm down. Sylus was right. you needed more sleep and you could sleep when he took care of Emma at night, but when you heard her crying, it was practically impossible to close your eyes again.
"she likes to sleep in my arms. besides, you've had her for nine months. she wants to spend time with her father."
"Sylus, she was in my belly. we weren't just living together and drinking tea." you crossed your arms as he settled Emma onto his chest so you could see her. the baby opened her small red eyes, which met yours. she was too identical to Sylus. you were sure your genes didn't even bother fighting for your daughter to have any of you.
"you should sleep. I'll take care of her."
"she needs to eat."
"I already fed her." he pointed to an empty bottle on his desk. your eyes strayed toward it, confirming that Emma had already been fed.
"she needs a diaper change."
"I already did that when she woke up."
you sighed, giving up. maybe you were worrying too much, and a little nap and a shower wouldn't hurt anyone at all. you nodded, leaning down to kiss Emma's little head. "your father doesn't know that as soon as you fall asleep, we're going to have a very serious talk." you spoke in that tone you only used with Emma, and the baby did something that might have been a grimace, but in your eyes, it looked like a small smile.
you looked at Sylus one last time; you couldn't stay mad at him, not when he was such an excellent father and was looking for ways to get you to sleep and have some time for yourself. so with that in mind, you leaned in to place a small peck on his lips.
you finally turned to leave the office, and seconds later, the sound of the door closing echoed in the room.
Sylus sighed, leaning back in his chair again. "I love her," he murmured, as if having a conversation with Emma, who just looked at him with her wide, curious eyes.
heya, same anon from the ask about cockwarming kinich. building up on that, imagine if we help him ‘warm up’ in a faster and intimate way (ifyouknowwhati’msaying). he would hide his face in the crook of reader’s neck—letting out small noises while he grinds into us. he’ll absentmindedly slip out a whine like, “so warm” or “thank you” to the reader for helping him warm up. mmmnnn needy kinich 🫠
i gotchu anon 🙂↕️ [follow up to these x x]
he's cold, he's whiny and he needed to be out the door five minutes ago for his latest commission. this wasn't the way it was supposed to go. it was supposed to be a little cuddle before kinich had to leave. somehow that ended up with his cock snug inside you and his hands twitching at your waist, trying to hold back.
“please.” it's breathy and needy and you feel yourself get wetter simply at the sound.
“this is not wha-what i had in mind.”
he's biting his lips, his eyes are screwed shut and he's so desperately trying not to buck his hips into you.
you take pity on him. “so needy when you get cold,” you chide playfully, before pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips.
kinich doesn't hold back the throaty whine that leaves his lips when you begin grinding down. his grip on the soft curves of your waist somehow tighten. “shit, shit.”
he can feel the puffs of air leave your mouth as they caress the curve of his neck. as your movements slow down, kinich's picks up. his hands now help you move, his own hips bucking up into you with small thrusts. at this point, he can feel the heat building up. he presses a kiss to where your shoulder meets your neck before his teeth graze your skin softly, travelling up to your ear.
“thank you, thank yo-” his words are breathy, cut short by low groans. “s'warm for me...thank you.”
your whines and his are only interrupted by kinich's 'please' or 'so good for me, so warm' — getting more and more desperate as he picks up pace.
you come undone quicker, squeezing around him in a way that tips him off. he bites this time, teeth sinking in your neck before endless strings of thank yous grace your ears.
needless to say, kinich is late for his task but he's warmer and satiated.
if kinich is such a cold guy (literally) why don’t we cockwarm him 🥰
hello anon omg?? 🤭🤭🤭 (based on this hc)
wow this could go so many ways...cockwarming him while he's perhaps playing a game? it's raining outside, and he's already colder to the touch. so naturally, you're all cuddled up on now, face in his neck, comfortable on his lap. he's focused on his game, and you're there to give him some toasty company... his length is snug inside you — he feels all warmed up (in more ways than one) and you feel all full, truly a win-win situation if you think about it.
every now and then, you'll shift - half conscious and kinich will place a placating kiss to the curve of your neck. sometimes he'll meet your shifts with an instinctive thrust of his own hips.
at times, maybe kinich gets a little antsy - his focus shifting away from the game and towards you and how good and warm he feels inside you. and he'll toss away his controller and redirects all his attention towards you. other times, it's really all it is. it just feels so good to have you so close, to be all warm within you - it's a feeling that he really enjoys.
all in all, i think cockwarming kinich is quite a cozy and intimate affair.
hi!!! could i request headcanons for sharing the bed for the first time with kaeya? thank you for your time and effort <3
He's very much a gentleman. He's been practically yearning for this for ages and he's wanted to do this for so long. When the day finally comes he's mentally preparing himself, presenting himself to you as cool and nonchalant. He doesn't want you to think that he's freaking out even though he most definitely is, caught in just wanting to make you feel comfortable.
When you two actually get into the bed he's a little shy about it. He doesn't know how to go about beginning to cuddle you without feeling too forward but when you rest your head on his chest, he loves just how natural it feels. He pulls you in closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he starts to talk to you about his day.
The talking is meant to distract the two of you. He likes having something besides the warmth of your body to focus on and you just like the fact that his voice is right beside your ear. You two would have an easy conversation before falling asleep together, waking up just to continue talking in hushed tones peppered with soft kisses.
if kinich is such a cold guy (literally) why don’t we cockwarm him 🥰
hello anon omg?? 🤭🤭🤭 (based on this hc)
wow this could go so many ways...cockwarming him while he's perhaps playing a game? it's raining outside, and he's already colder to the touch. so naturally, you're all cuddled up on now, face in his neck, comfortable on his lap. he's focused on his game, and you're there to give him some toasty company... his length is snug inside you — he feels all warmed up (in more ways than one) and you feel all full, truly a win-win situation if you think about it.
every now and then, you'll shift - half conscious and kinich will place a placating kiss to the curve of your neck. sometimes he'll meet your shifts with an instinctive thrust of his own hips.
at times, maybe kinich gets a little antsy - his focus shifting away from the game and towards you and how good and warm he feels inside you. and he'll toss away his controller and redirects all his attention towards you. other times, it's really all it is. it just feels so good to have you so close, to be all warm within you - it's a feeling that he really enjoys.
all in all, i think cockwarming kinich is quite a cozy and intimate affair.
