He’s tall, almost as tall as Steve is, and he’s stronger than you’d think to look at him. He just - he kinda flails, like he never got past that part of adolescence where your arms are too long for your shirts and you never quite know where they are. The man gangles, is Steve’s point, and -
See, he hadn’t thought about it. Not consciously, at least. But he’d been under the impression that Eddie would hug like a sack full of coat hangers. He just has that vibe.
So yeah, maybe he’s holding on a little too long, but he’s adjusting. He’s learning. He’s having some kind of revelation, here, ‘cos his arm fits just right across Eddie’s shoulders, the other tucked all perfect into the dip at the small of his back, and maybe Eddie’s startled, sucked in breath is an indication that he shouldn’t be tucking his nose against the corner of Eddie’s jaw but -
- well, he’s not the only one who’s not letting go.
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you're haunting higuruma's mind. surprisingly he likes it.. maybe a bit too much
cw: MDNI 18+, masturbation, cursing, he's jerking it, stressed out hiromi(as always) and his vast dirty imagination
Regardless of his looks, Higuruma isn't as detached or aloof as perceived.
Those weary eyes concealed any wandering thoughts and emotions he had about all of his coworkers.
Especially you.
Higuruma's thoughts on you were one of his bigger withholdings behind his apathetic gaze.
He had an unnamed thing for you; his assistant.
His oh so lovely, gorgeous assistant. You and your tight pencil skirts, perfect figure, and that honeyed voice?
"Hiromi, let me take care of that for you,"
Always so sweet with him.
"I've handled the paperwork for this one, Hiromi, relax,"
Your voice echoes in his mind as Higuruma positions himself in the tub, light splashes sounding when he settles.
His black suit damp, clinging to his skin. A part of him craves to have you stuck on top of him like that— maybe fucking yourself stupid on his dick.
All while sweetly moaning his name in your silvery voice. "Haah— Hiromi, so much-"
He exhales tensely, resting his head back against the edge of the bathtub and his eyes shut. An unconventional thing that's helped him clear his head before, but it doesn't seem to be working to rid you from his mind.
You bending over his desk to catch a fallen pen, ass looking perfect.
Your smooth legs when you wore a skirt a bit shorter than your usual pencil skirt. Hips swaying with a bewitching rhythm while you sauntered over to the printer.
The way your glossy lips purse while you're concentrating on some files, with those alluring focused eyes. Or the way you smile at him, even when he's dealing with a difficult case.
Higuruma's already palming himself with one hand, beginning to unbutton his slacks with the other. You could always work him up even if you were only in his imagination.
The breathy whine he lets out is sinful— would you like how he sounds?
He can only picture it: you, cheeks hollowed out around his thick cock, pretty eyes teary when he hits the back of your throat and him; a groaning, whiny mess under you, tugging your hair to guide you up and down his spit soaked shaft. Your thighs pressed together in a desperate attempt for attention to your needy heat.
"Fuck," Higuruma breathes your name, massaging the base of his stiffened cock. "Look what you're doing to me… naughty girl."
He tightens his fist around his leaking tip, smearing his pre over the slit with his thumb, then down his length with a groan. "'S all for you," Then again. And again, until he has a good pace that leaves his knees trembling in the water.
His eyes are squeezed shut while he strokes himself, breaths coming out in shallow pants. He can see you behind his eyes, grinding over him at his desk, pussy dripping all over him with a vice grip.
"Keep going 'romi, you're almost there," your voice reverberates in his head, leading him to increase the pumping of his dick; the water in the tub sloshing around as his hips buck into his hand.
"S-shit… so close," Higuruma's head lolls back further on the tub, bottom lip between his teeth, trembling to contain himself a little longer. He ruts into his hand frantically, twisting his wrist slightly when halfway down the shaft, cock twitching in his hands.
The shockwave he feels throughout his core and lower body is pure ecstasy. With one last image of you using him to please yourself, holding him down by his chest while you rock yourself back and forth on his cock, drooling and sticky, mumbling sweet nothings into his ear.
"Doing so good for me,"
"Look at you, Hiromi, so pent up.."
"Cum with me, please… wanna feel you.."
Higuruma's cock pulsates, jaw clenched and thighs convulsing when he finally reaches his peak, milky off-white shooting in thick spurts. On his pants, suit, and tie. He grunts, still palming his cock until it starts to soften, residue of his release all over his fingers. His cum seeps down his clothes, mixing with the water in the tub. A messy blend he made.
"…fuck." he whispers, peering down at the stains forming on his suit. The disappointment at not having you actually gasp those words in his ear is a sobering reality, so is not being able to do any aftercare together.
His hand is still fondling his deflating boner, but now he's thinking hard about you. Maybe he'll try to speak with you at work so you two can get to what his imagination worked up of you. He needs it.
a/n: stress induced psychosis + higuruma = you easing his stress...heh second smut ever- i felt like my brain was gonna split in half until i actually started writing and hit the blessed flow state happy thirsty thursday!
i think im gonna make these biweekly until just after my exams- actually let me not even promise anything bc i start new meds soon, we will see what stimulants do to my crazy ass lazy unproductive head. not like any of yall give a flying fuck
also why did heatwave get like 1.4k likes? as i am editing this again it's about to hit 1.5k??? all of you are LEWD... but thank you so much for the love <3 smh my head now i have to keep feeding you
OMG IM DONE YAPPING. I HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS ONE. like & comment i wanna hear your thoughts
Thinking about a t4t relationship with an older bf who cages you between his thighs and makes you suck his dick, not caring that you're literally going out of breath with how tightly he's holding you against his crotch, the wet sound of your tongue against his heat making him forget all about your comfort...
He knows you even better than you know yourself, though. If you really were uncomfortable, you'd always tap his thighs and he'd let you go, watching as you pant and wheeze with his sweet slick coating your chin, your pupils blown wide from your near death (/not serious) experience and the way your own arousal twitches in your pants, begging for the slightest bit of attention.
But you don't. You don't even try to stop him, and he couldn't be more proud of his boy for being so content with just eating him out. It's really just more of a turn on for him to watch you try to hump the bed like a pathetic mutt in heat while still pleasuring him, your hands not once going towards your own needs.
He'll return the favor. He will! He has to reward you for how much of a good boy you are. He promises he will... But only after he's done edging himself with your mouth.
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TW: smut . its ,,,, its all smut . & its in the form of FUCKING BULLET POINTS !!!!!
REQUEST: author’s choice , because i need this man carnally & i needed to expel these thoughts .
AUTHOR’S NOTE: ok , for the ppl seeing this that aren’t in the Wuthering Waves fandom & js chill on my profile , Qiuyuan is a blind man . however he’s a Resonator — a powerful human with powers && yadda yadda…i don’t remember how it works ive played the game on & off man . his resonance ability helps him “see” , & he calls it his Mindscape . the game shows it as a black & white painting kinda thing , & i wanted to expand on that + add my own hcs to it . also i have not written smut like ever . & i don’t get bitches .
CREDS: thanks @diviniyae for the lovely dividers as always ! pic of Qiuyuan is from his banner art i believe , but lmk if otherwise -v-
•Despite his rough edges, Qiuyuan is really a gentle man in bed. “Do you like that?” and “Good, my love” almost always leaves his lips, among other praises. It’s either that, or downright dirty things wrapped in the beautiful sound of poetry.
•How he manages while you’re clenching around him so sweetly is hard to tell.
•He likes missionary the best not just because of the security of it—being able to tell where exactly you and anything else is—but because he likes to sense you better. He’s blind, yes, but with the way his Mindscape works he can see your silhouette better this way. He likes to sense your heart rate, how it quickens when he presses just enough to find that spot that has you seeing stars. He likes to hear your moans on full display, and he absolutely loves the access to your face.
•Going off of the third point, he loves to caress your face—in and out of your sexual encounters might I add. He loves feeling your features, piecing them together to form the painting of your face in his mind. He adores peppering kisses all over your face, anywhere he can. He just loves your face so damn much, and with how Qiuyuan is he just has to show you it too.
•But when you ask to be on top for the first time, he’s surprised. Not because he thinks you can’t—you have him wrapped around your finger enough to disregard the theory—but because he didn’t expect you to want him like that.
•At first, he’s a bit hesitant—the first time you see him as so. He hasn’t let someone take care of him like that in who knows how long, or maybe ever. He just doesn’t think he can fill the role you want.
•That, and the boyish fear of you not taking care of his body right. He knows you could, knows you will if given the chance, but he just doesn’t trust people like that anymore—regardless of being blind or not, people were too cruel for him to be so open.
•It’s only when his medicine takes a bigger toll on him one day where Qiuyuan realizes he can trust you with his body.
•He’s stumbling about, and it’s not uncommon for him to do so—he’s incredibly used to the effects the concoction has on him, and you are too.
•But then you move him, just a hand on his waist pulling him closer to your side to avoid a person.
•He was going to move anyways, he’d already sensed them, but he’s just utterly baffled by how softly you did it.
•What made him even more appalled was that you didn’t berate him for not immediately moving—he would have brushed by the person had you not moved him that quickly. And you didn’t make it a point that you were so angelic for doing so either. You just did it, and kept your hand on his lower back for a minute before returning it to his hand.
•He mulled over your previous offer after that, of letting him be taken care of, and the next time your kisses turn into pulling on clothes is when he allows it.
•When you prep him, he tries to be calm at first—gritting his teeth, grunting, never fully getting a sound out. He does this because, really, that’s what he’s used to—fighting and making sure the enemy doesn’t notice his pain. That, and he usually doesn’t give a reaction anyways. The stimulus isn’t strong enough.
•But when you finally push him over the edge? Oooh boy!! The first time it happens, he surprises himself with the moan that escapes him—more submissive than he thought.
•Afterwards, he tries to silence himself—he has good enough self control right? He’s kept his composure in the face of five or more enemies, fought Tacet Discords with the calm of a breeze, surely he could—
•Nope. You know exactly how to rile him up, how to have that pleasure building through his spine just enough to have him teetering on the edge. It causes such sweet, breathy mewls to fall from his lips, something so unlike his usual gruff composure.
•His hands are all over you now, like always. Except now he’s gripping you, holding onto you like he needs to ground himself. And, yeah, he does.
•Just because he has his Mindscape doesn’t mean he isn’t blind, you both know this. He still needs reassurance sometimes, and damnit does he now. You have him so lost in the throes of pleasure that his brain simply..won’t work.
•He can’t see you now like how he usually does. When he’s close, your form might waver, but right now it simply wavered into formless lines and spots of mint green.
•With how dumbed out he is, his only reaction is to grope you and make sure you’re right there, despite you being the one making him like this in the first place.
•He finally cums, and with your name on his lips—louder than you thought this stoic man could ever be (which isn’t even that loud. He’s just seriously that quiet).
•He was just so damn pretty like this—his dark, white-streaked hair messily spread out on the pillows and sticking to his sweaty skin. His eyes had stayed open, because really when did he need to close them besides blinking, but his cloudy eyes had rolled back in complete ecstasy. His back had even bowed off the bed, the scarred planes of his torso jerking up towards you as whimpering huffs escaped him.
•It took him a long while to finally “return to the land of the living" (his words after the matter, when he jokingly decided you had tried to kill him), and you took the time to clean him up. He idly noticed, not being able to process any shapes yet but feeling everything in full. The warmth of the towel made him give a long sigh, his body truly melting at the feeling.
•And when your hand joined, pressed against his cheek? Qiuyuan could have cried, and he may have. (Again, he was incredibly out of it at the time)
•”You’re too good to me,” he had mumbled, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand afterward.
•You really were, but he’d always let you—accepting your cooking, letting you maneuver him despite his stature, and now this.
•You’re too good to Qiuyuan, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
