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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.
When the pain eased up enough for Legend to think, it came with a realisation. His eyes cracked open and he frowned.
"Why'm I fuckin' swaddled??? 'm joints are arseholes, I'm not a baby?" He grumbled, glaring like it could un-wrap Sky's sailcloth from around his body.
Something under his head shook as warm, surprised laughter rang through the air.
"Well good morning to you too, sunshine!" Sky. Of course Sky was cuddling him like a plushie. Though, out of everyone, Sky wasn't the worst to be held by. But why?????
The regular chitter chatter of camp had silenced. Oh, crap, everyone was staring at him. Wait shit he was being held captive by a cuddly octorock Sky. Legend weakly tried to squirm out of his hold.
Hyrule rushed over, silent as a fairy as always, but with an intensity that almost made Legend consider pretending to pass out again. Almost.
"You awake?" Fae asked, squatting down to be on Legend's eye level.
He gulped and nodded.
"Good." Fae flicked his nose. "You're a fucking idiot."
"Wh- huh??? What was that for!?"
"For being an idiot!" Hyrule chirped too cheerfully. "It's also why you're in burrito prison and Wild has your boots."
"HUH????" Ooh. Ow. No yelling for Legend. His head hurts now.
Warriors came over then, sighing deeply like he hadn't had enough coffee to deal with this. "What fae meant to say is you pushed yourself too far again. So, if you can't make yourself rest, we'll do it for you. Simple."
Hyrule took a seat next to Legend and gently bonked his shoulder with faer head. "You scared the shit outta us."
"We're in a forest, dipshit. 's stupid to not wear shoes." Legend grumbled. Pain was starting to creep back in again.
"Exactly! So we'll carry you." Sky gently brushed stray hair from Legend's face- wait, how'd he know that was bothering him?
"That's even more stupid. What'd I even do???"
"You don't remember?" A crease formed between the captain's eyebrows. "You're in a flare-up and didn't tell us. I pushed you too hard- you promised to tell me, asshole- and after a battle, you collapsed. Crying. Couldn't move and Rulie's magic didn't do much except make you cuddly, for some reason. You were pretty out of it."
Legend stared blankly as he processed the words. Wars kept going.
"Rancher helped brace your joints to give them some more support. You took it as a sign to try getting up and wouldn't listen to us telling you that's a horrible idea. Told me 'you aren't my uncle!!!' and tried to run. Four tackled you. You screamed bloody murder and passed out. Wild got you conscious enough to take a pain potion, but that was only after Sky swaddled you."
"What the fuck." Legend's face must be pinker than his hair.
"No worries man, I won't give you shit for the shit you do when you're in pain and out of it. I'm not THAT evil," Wars reassured, putting his hands up.
Legend hid his face in Sky's shoulder. The traitor held him closer.
"Ooooh the elusive veteran shows willing awake snuggles... does this mean-"
"Yes, fine, c'mere." He would offer Hyrule his arm to snuggle under, but they're sort of trapped.
Fae understands anyway, and damnit Hyrule's so gentle with the way fae slots faeself into Sky's embrace (neither Legend nor Hyrule are that big or bulky, it's not hard for Sky to cuddle them both) and wrapped faer arms around Legend. He lets his forehead rest against faer shoulder.
The nice cuddles are less nice when Legend realises it's a prison of arms and he won't be allowed to use his own to eat the creamy carrot soup Wild cooked. Whatever. If he's getting princess treatment, he'll be the prettiest princess in all of Hyrule (the country) and petty to top it all off.
But that's later. For now, he could enjoy safe arms holding him gently, and the soft fabric of Sky's sailcloth keeping him nice and warm. Not to mention the remnants of Wild's pain potions in his system, which probably explained why he wasn't more grumpy or actively dying. Whatever.
Ace waits until the last minute to do his Potionology homework, and when he asks his friends for their help, they all get more than they bargained for.
*****Inspired by the movie "Honey I Shrunk The Kids" and the game "Grounded."*****
I really wanted to post this here first, but I really wanna add the banner! I like it.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/3
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
A part of Mike, the one that he vowed to bury in a dark corner of his mind, wants to call out Will's name just one more time. Mike selfishly wonders if the other man would suddenly rush right back down here, meet him where he needs to be, and try to help fix this.
(or a Fix-It Fic for the absolute train wreck that was the Stranger Things Finale, but make it Mike/Byler centered.)
There, in the middle of the common room was Rain perched atop the shelf, munching on an imaginary sheet of seaweed. Specifically the one which Dewdrop was absentmindedly gesturing around with during a conversation. His drool was already staining his uniform.
Rain shifted his balance, he leaped off and scored a harsh landing on Dew.
They crashed into a wall. Rain’s teeth sunk into the fire ghoul’s wrist but his victim didn’t let go; He would get his treat.
And he did achieve that, as Dewdrop was more focused on shaking the water ghoul off than holding on the seaweed.
