Everyone talks about how embarrassing the wangxian confession was in the Guanyin temple, but I would argue that Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen's messy, public divorce should be competing for the title of "most awkward for hapless bystanders."
Because sure, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian were being shamelessly cuddly, but Jin Guangyao—the man who was revealing his supervillain masterplot bit by bit throughout this altercation—spent a portion of that time on his knees in front of Lan Xichen with a tearful, "it's not true baby let me explain," routine—during which you can physically see Lan Xichen yo-yo in real-time between fully buying into jiggy's excuses, then snapping himself out of it with a colorful spectrum of emotions that are definitely in contrast with the Lan family precepts.
What's worse, not only are Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen essentially two of the biggest celebrities of the cultivation world, but most of the cultivators present actively work for Jin Guangyao. That is their boss ugly crying on the floor trying not to fumble the man they are actively holding as their prisoner.
wangxian's PDA crimes pale in comparison to whatever the fuck xiyao was putting them through.
yuuji itadori and naruto uzumaki are too big and too clingy for your own good ˚.✦
You regret the moment you told your boyfriends that you run cold because now, every time you three cuddle together they just flop on top of you, four big ass arms wrapping around your body, their whole weight resting on yours and they fill your face with kisses and bites.
“I’m going to die,” you say, barely above a whisper because Naruto’s face is pressed right into your lungs as Yuuji is biting your cheek. “Please God, what did I do?” You look up, sighing while Naruto and Yuuji just burst out laughing. It’s so easy to make them laugh or blush with just a few words from you.
Naruto lifts his head just enough so his bright blue eyes can sparkle down at you, his grin spreading across his face like sunshine. His blond hair is all messy from rubbing against your shirt and he looks so stupidly happy it makes your heart do a little flip even while you’re being squished.
“Aw, c’mon babe, you’re not dying! You’re just getting the best heating system ever,” he says, he nuzzles back into your neck, leaving a trail of soft little kisses that tickle. “We’re just doing our boyfriend duty. Right, Yuu?”
Yuuji hums happily against your cheek, his teeth giving one last gentle nibble before he switches to peppering the spot with tiny kisses instead. His pink hair brushes your skin, and he smells like the strawberry candy he stole from your kitchen earlier. “Totally,” he mumbles, voice muffled because he refuses to pull away even an inch. “We’re keeping you warm. Super warm. The warmest. Can’t have our favorite person turning into an ice cube.”
You try to wiggle, but it’s hopeless. Two six-foot-something boyfriends are basically pressing you on the couch until you become one, and they’re way too strong for their own good. Or yours.
“You guys are too big,” you whine, but it comes out all soft and smiley because how can you stay mad when they’re looking at you like that? “I can’t even breathe properly. Naruto, your elbow is in my rib.”
Naruto gasps like you just told him the world is ending. He shifts immediately, but only so he can wrap that arm tighter around your waist instead. “Sorry, sorry! Better?” He plants a big, loud kiss on your forehead. “You’re so cute like this, it makes me wanna hug you forever.”
Yuuji nods so fast his hair flops into his eyes. He finally lifts his head, cheeks flushed pink and that bright grin of his making his whole face light up. “Yeah… you’re tiny compared to us. It’s the best.” He leans in and presses his lips to yours in a sweet peck, then immediately goes back to kissing your cheek like he’ll die if he stops. “I love you so much it’s kinda embarrassing. Like, I see you and my brain just goes ‘mine mine mine’ on repeat.”
Naruto laughs again, filling the whole room. He rests his chin on your shoulder so he can look at both of you. “Same! Every time you smile at me I feel like I’m gonna explode. You’re too perfect, you know that?” He sneaks in a little bite to your earlobe, gentle enough not to hurt but enough to make you squeak. “My cute little human heater. Wait, no, we’re the heaters. You’re the cute one.”
You can’t help it. A giggle bubbles up even as you’re still trapped under all that muscle and affection. “You two are so whipped,” you mutter, reaching up to thread your fingers through Naruto’s messy hair. He leans into your touch like a big puppy, eyes half-closing in pure bliss.
“Guilty,” Yuuji says without a single ounce of shame. He catches your other hand and brings it to his lips, kissing your knuckles one by one. “I’d carry you around all day if you let me. Just so I can keep you close.”
Naruto nods eagerly. “We could take turns. Or both carry you at the same time. Bet we could make it work.”
You groan, but you’re smiling so wide your cheeks hurt. “You’re impossible. Both of you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Naruto agrees, voice going all soft and fond as he presses another kiss to your temple. “But you love us anyway.”
Yuuji snuggles even closer, if that’s possible, his big hand rubbing slow circles on your side. “And we love you more than anything. So just let us squish you a little longer, okay? For warmth. And because you’re our favorite person in the whole world.”
You sigh again, but this time it’s happy. The weight of them is heavy, sure, but it’s also safe and warm and full of so much love it feels like your chest might burst. “Fine, fine.”
a/n: the target audience for this is me, literally just me
The worst feeling is when you finish an enormous … x reader masterpiece and have to go back to your boring ass life so now you suddenly feel terribly alone.
Also sorry to just be posting random things, but I thought of this last night and I have to get it out of my head.
I haven't seen anyone discuss the tragedy of being August's lover and the fear that would corse through him anytime you go on missions. He hates that he has to stay at the HQ and you have to leave, he always keeps you with him until the very last moment, holding onto you and begging you not to leave, even though he knows he's not gonna change you're mind. So many people write August as if he experiences only pure elation 24/7, but every moment you're away from HQ he's terrified you're not gonna come back. He sits alone in his room, barely eating or sleeping, putting all his time into his work because there's nothing else to do.
And what's even worse is the possibility of you getting hurt, and someone having to tell August. Having to knock on his door, interrupting him while he's already in a bad mood, having to look him in the eyes and see how he clearly wishes it was you back home and safe. Having to tell him that the mission didn't go well and that you got hurt. Having to watch as his face drops, as he refuses to believe anything until Eishia works on you. Having to see an entirely different side of him, a side that's quiet and meek, one that's confused why you're so cold, why you aren't moving. Did Eishia work on you yet? Why is everyone so quiet? What happened? Were you alone? Were you scared? Can you feel him? Can you feel anything?
(All of my August posts are to convince you he's a complex character and not just a loud blond man. I'll post a million sad August posts if it makes you believe he can feel more than one emotion).
18+ ignoring my 4 other wips because i NEED that autistic man
Subby!August who's so loud while you ride him that putting a hand over his mouth doesn't even help. he's grabbing at your waist, hips thrusting up wildly to chase the wet heat of your cunt while whines spill past his lips
Subby!August who loves and hates the idea of cockwarming. having you impossibly close to him while he works is nice until you start grinding your hips to try and throw his focus off
Subby!August who can cum just by eating you out, his hair pulled back in a ponytail and his thumbs holding you open for him (i mean y'all SAWW that tongue like)
Subby!August who forgets to breathe when you're making out. it never starts out slow, all quick and messy desperation that ends with him glossy eyed and painfully hard
Subby!August who gets so fucked out he's babbling against your neck and licking up the expanse of your throat. "feel s'good baby" "p-please lemme cum in you" "need you so bad"
Subby!August who starts to cry if he's edged for too long, fucking up into your hand or your mouth and whimpering when you stop. he lets out a pathetic mix of a yell and a shaky laugh when you finally let up
Subby!August who, despite being so needy he's panting, takes his time undoing the buttons of your shirt and setting your clothes or pajamas aside for later. he's a thoughtful menace
Subby!August who never bothers to check if the doors locked or who might be around to hear you guys. he ran a strict program anyways, nobody would think about walking in without knocking
Helloooouuu guyysss its meee again!!!! I hope did you liked amm the name of reader is reader lol. IDK if bring this like a short-fanfic or just like a one shot, If I don't get any answers, or if I do, maybe I'll leave it as a one-shot. whatever you want guys.
Depressed Fem!Reader x August | Hurt/Comfort | Slow Burn | College AU | Creative Chaos |
You were there, sunk into the bed, unable to remember whether you had eaten or even had dinner. Cookie crumbs and dried juice stains surrounded your body, like a sad reminder of better days. You stared at the ceiling, wondering what the hell you were doing with your life.
Free, yes. But free to do nothing. No desire to go out, no friends waiting, no job or school demanding anything from you. Obligations… better not think about them. Your phone vibrated every now and then, but you ignored the notifications. You didn’t have the energy for that either.
You shifted under the sheets, searching for refuge in sleep, even though it was already past two in the afternoon. The murmur of the television, playing some forgettable series, lulled you into a light sleep.
Beep, beep, beee— The alarm went off and was silenced almost instantly. Your body tensed, refusing to wake up, eyes opening and closing. 6:00, 6:30, 7:00, 7:10… Every attempt was a failure. You were supposed to be at university at 8.
Finally, thirty minutes before the deadline, you dragged yourself out of bed. Quick shower, jeans, t-shirt, sweater. A rushed brushing, and done. With twenty minutes to spare, you were already on your way to campus.
Class was torture. You tried to take notes, fighting sleep, one eye open while the other closed—blinking clearly wasn’t your thing. Your free hour found you in the cafeteria, with the persistent feeling that someone was watching you. You grabbed a slice of pizza and moved away.
One bite, two, three—and it was enough. Half the slice remained, but it didn’t matter.
As you finished your break, you checked your phone, already knowing what you’d find, smiling.
Hi – Saturday 9:02
Helloo - 10:24
Gooooooood morning- 11:52
Answer me – Sunday 10:01
HELLOOOO EARTH TO YOUUU – 14:22
What time are you getting here? Wanna have lunch together? – Today 7:21
Where are you? Let’s eat together – 12:12
You look so cute in that shirt – 12:34
Wait what? You looked up, and there he was. August. Waving enthusiastically.
— REEEEEADER, HIIIIII! — you replied with an equally ridiculous greeting, using both hands, an inevitable smile forming on your face.
He approached, and suddenly the cafeteria felt smaller. He was too tall, too bright.
— How was your weekend? What did you do? Have you seen the new project we’re working on? — His eyes sparkled. It was so easy to smile back at him.
What were you supposed to say? That you had spent the whole weekend glued to your bed? A stab of discomfort hit you.
— Uh, I was busy — you lied — I went to visit my family, you know. What about you?
August smiled even wider.
— That’s great! I’ve been working on the new project, the one for our sewing class, designing the new uniforms. It’s super interesting! You should check it out. How about I show you what I’ve done after class?
After class. The very idea sent chills down your spine.
— Uh… yeah, sure — you replied, trying to sound convincing — Sounds good.
A brief silence followed, broken only by the cafeteria’s hum. August looked at you with a kind smile, waiting for something more.
— And… how’s your family? — he asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
— Fine, fine — you shrugged — same as always.
He nodded, though he seemed to notice your evasiveness. Does he really believe this cheap lie?
— Hey, how about we get ice cream on Friday? — he suddenly suggested — To celebrate the end of the week.
Ice cream? With him? The idea was tempting… and terrifying.
— Mmm… I don’t know, August — you murmured — I’ve been kind of busy lately.
His smile faltered slightly.
— Oh, okay — he said, masking his disappointment — No worries. Maybe next time.
And just like that, twenty minutes of conversation vanished into thin air.
You really didn’t want to go back to class.
You walked together toward the classroom building.
— Haha, what’s wrong with you? Why the long face? — God, the warmth in his voice was almost annoying. Was he never sad?
— I don’t wanna go to classssss, it’s so exhausting, I just wanna go home — you dragged your feet, pulling at your eyes with your fingers. You were only steps away from parting ways.
…
Suddenly, you felt his hand grab your forearm.
— You know what, Reader? You only live once. Let’s go — he said with a mischievous smile, and before you could react, he started dragging you toward the exit.
Sunlight hit you full force as you stepped outside, so bright it hurt your eyes. You blinked several times, trying to adjust.
— August, what are you doing? We have class! — you protested, though part of you felt relieved.
— Bah! Class can wait. Today, we’re going on an adventure! — he exclaimed, eyes shining.
August was like that. A whirlwind of energy, pure drama. His blond hair waved in the wind as he pulled you across campus.
He seemed like a creature from another world. Sometimes his enthusiasm was overwhelming. But today, his madness felt strangely attractive.
— Where are we going? — you asked, letting yourself be carried along.
— That’s a surprise! — he replied, winking.
Before you could protest, he dragged you to the parking lot. There, a vintage motorcycle waited—worn, but charming.
— Do you trust me? — he asked with a playful look.
Without waiting for an answer, he helped you onto the bike, climbed on in front of you, started the engine, and in an instant, you were speeding away, leaving the university behind.
As you clung to his back, wind rushing against your face, you wondered if you were making a mistake. Where is he taking me? What will people think?
And yet, part of you felt free.
August was pulling you out of your comfort zone, into the unknown—and the uncertainty scared you.
The roar of the engine drowned out your thoughts. For a moment, you forgot everything. It was just you, August, and the road.
Still, one question lingered in your mind Would you be able to keep up?
The engine suddenly went silent. August had parked in front of an old building, bohemian and run-down.
— Welcome to my lair! — he announced proudly.
He took your hand and led you through a maze of hallways and doors until you reached a wide, bright studio.
The place was creative chaos: mannequins dressed in extravagant designs, sketches and patterns covering the walls, rolls of fabric piled in the corners, and masks scattered everywhere.
It was August’s kingdom, a space where imagination had no limits.
— Wow… — you breathed.
He smiled, pleased.
— Sit, relax, and let me get to know you! — he said, pointing to a beat-up but cozy armchair.
Then came the interrogation. He asked about your life, your tastes, your dreams, your fears.
— What’s your favorite band?
— Umm… I guess Limp Bizkit — you replied, a little embarrassed.
— Awesome! I love them too! And what kind of clothes do you like?
— I don’t know… whatever’s comfortable.
— Wrong! Clothes are a form of expression. Tell me what you want to say.
After hours of conversation and improvised sketches, August disappeared into a corner of the studio. He returned with a jacket in his hands.
— Tadaaaa!
It was unique, combining everything you had mentioned: a patch with a band’s logo, embroidered lyrics, and a cut that fit you perfectly.
— It’s… incredible.
— I know — he grinned — Try it on NOW NOW.
He helped you put it on. It fit like a glove.
— You look AMAZING!!!!.
You blushed.
— I can’t accept this!
— What?! Why not? It’s a gift. For our first date.
You froze. A date?
— Thank you… I love it.
Your face burned.
…
August took you home.
But when he said goodbye, something felt off. He was quiet, staring at the buildings in your neighborhood.
— Are you okay?
— Yeah… it’s nothing.
— See you tomorrow. Don’t miss me — he said lightly.
And with that, he drove off into the night.
Inside your house, darkness hit you like a wall. The magic of the day faded, leaving a bitter taste behind.
Alone in your room, you looked at yourself in the mirror, jacket still on.
You felt different.
As if August had given you more than just a piece of clothing.
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AUGUST STILZA NSFW ALPHABET
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I’m really new to writing, and even newer to writing NSFW content
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well, I’m a total virgin after all hahahahaha.( ;´･ω･`) Also, if something doesn’t fit or just feels off, English isn’t my first language so sorryyy if it’s weirdooo.((T_T))
I took out some letters because I felt it was too repetitive. If you have any other requests PLEASE SEND THEM MY WAY
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A ftercare
Once you’re done, he likes to ask how you feel, take care of you, cover you in kisses and tell you how much he always loves being with you.
He usually cleans you up all over while cracking jokes about what you just did.
Once he regains a bit of energy, he needs to eat they’ll probably order takeout.
And there I was in bed, lying down in August’s t-shirt. We were both in perfect peace when suddenly I felt him move really abruptly – "IT’S HERE!" He runs out of the room shirtless and when he comes back, he’s carrying a bag with four burgers.
After eating, they usually take a shower together.
B ody parts
His stomach and the back of his neck are very sensitive areas.
He loves feeling that you need him as your hands run over his chest and down to his stomach, and vice versa.
When you ride him and place your hands on his stomach to keep your balance, it makes him see stars, the more you lean on him, is better.
If you kiss him and hold the back of his neck so he doesn’t pull away, he’d melt right there like a sweet white chocolate bar in the sun.
And if the kiss is too intense and you pull his hair back to catch your breath, he’ll let out a really high-pitched moan (even though he doesn’t like how it sounds).
C um
Oh god, this man would leave you completely sticky with an overwhelming amount.
He loves to cum inside you, watch it drip out and push it back in.
If you can’t take any more, he’ll probably spread it all over your body, he doesn’t hold back.
"GODDDD, YOU LOOK SO PRETTY! WHITE SUITS YOU SO WELL" he says as he lets it fall onto your face.
D ominance/Submission
He usually takes charge during sessions, but he definitely loves being dominated too.
Though he won’t make it easy on you, if you try to dominate him gently, you’ll never win and he’ll end up taking control of you instead.
You need to catch him off guard, keep his hands from moving and do it with incredible strength and energy.
He’s a closet masochist
The rougher you are, is better. He loves being degraded, though he’d never say it out loud. If you tease him and leave him drowning in lust without relief, this man will cry and beg for you.
E xhibitionism
No, definitely not. He doesn’t like sharing you or the thought of anyone else seeing you – only he gets that privilege.
But he loves the thrill of almost getting caught in the most inappropriate places – that adrenaline makes him feel more alive than ever.
The worst part? He’s loud, no matter how quiet you try to be, he’ll make all the noise you don’t.
F etishes
He likes sex toys, but he prefers using them in public and making you whimper out on the street.
He likes being gagged.
And I’m sure he loves doing it in uncomfortable places, like under his desk or on the stairs.
G roup sex
Nope.
If you give him the option to try it, he’ll give you more than one reason why not. He’ll probably get upset if you ask.
We were casually watching a movie we weren’t really paying attention to, since I was on his lap in a heated makeout session. During one of those pauses to breathe, I casually asked if he’d ever want to invite someone else.-"What?" His usual upbeat vibe just vanished.-"Don’t you like how we do it anymore? Isn’t it enough? Why?" His voice got darker and more serious by the second – he was getting so worked up that I just said it was a joke, nothing serious.-"AYYY BABE don’t scare me like that! I thought I was gonna DIE AHAHAHAHA, so funny I totally fell for it this time" he said as he hugged me so tight he squeezed all the air out of my lungs.
H andjob
He doesn’t usually like getting them unless you send him a sexy pic
Or you’re modeling for him,
Or he’s watching you do the same thing to yourself,
Or maybe if he's teaching you how to do it.
K inks
Spanking
Seeing you cry
Overstimulation
Making you scream
Loves doing it with clothes on (even better if it’s a full set of lingerie and clothes he made himself)
Tying you up and being tied up with fabric or ribbons
Role-play
Costumes
L ocations
In bed, on the couch, at the office, against the wall, by the windows, on the stairs, in the bathroom, against the table, on the floor, at the beach, or on his motorcycle.
M otivation
Ufff it being you, wearing his clothes, wearing outfits he made for you, whispering in his ear, or kissing him for just a second longer than usual.
N OPEE
No sadism
No one seeing you two
No adding other people
He won’t call you degrading or vulgar names (slut, bitch, whore)
O ral sex
He likes giving it as much as receiving it, though he usually gets more than he gives.
If he’s really busy with work, you can help him out under his desk.
P ace
It’s definitely a mix of slow and rough. He loves seeing you react, watching himself move in and out, taking his time and enjoying it to the fullest.
(Maybe that’s why it lasts so long.)
Q uickies
He loves them – perfect for relieving stress and giving him motivation.
R isk
As long as you’re okay with it, he’ll do anything...
S tamina
Three rounds straight; they can take a break and come back for another three.
The only limit is you, babe.-"Owww my cutie pie is tired already? We can do just one more, c’mon?"
U njustice
He needs to see you overstimulated, barely able to speak, to feel satisfied. If you can still form coherent words, you’re not done yet.
He likes telling you everything on his mind, no matter how perverted it is even in front of other people.
While he doesn’t like being seen, he does like being heard... more like, he likes you being heard.
He loves teasing you, making you jealous or making you need him.
V olume
Even though you might not expect it, he’s not too loud – just enough to let you know you’re amazing.
X-Rated Talk
Yes, absolutely. He means everything he says and follows through. It’s his biggest turn-on – seeing you get nervous from his words makes him grin from ear to ear.
Y earning
Always, every single day, if you’re willing to keep up or if the situation allows it. Probably during a work week or a normal busy week, they’d only do it once (but for six hours).
Z ZZ
He falls asleep easily after you’re both cleaned up. A big spooning hug and five minutes later, he’s out cold.
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