#and yet i just buy more with reckless abandon

[butterflies-and-bumble-bees]

girl help i've spent more in the last week than i have in the whole month prior

[yemmuis]

edging your husband!gojo until he literally cant take it anymore.

you made a bet. with him, that is. after a honeymoon of fucking like rabbits, drinking too much and sleeping in every day, you decided it might be fun to make your man wait a bit before he can have you again. specifically after something he said in the afterglow of sex and champagne, snuggling into you tightly.

“hey, baby?” gojo breathes against your neck, his arm around your waist tightening a little as he pulls you back against his chest. “been thinkin’, i dunno if i can ever get off without you again.”

those drowsy, mumbled words sparked something in you. never again? what a great opportunity!

“baby, please, come on! just let me touch you, please?” gojo whines, his tone desperate as he presses his face into your stomach and groans. “you’re so pretty, i wanna fuck you so bad…” but no, you can’t relent. you want to see where this goes, and if youre anything, its a person of follow-through.

“no, ‘toru. you can wait.” you retort, carding your fingers through his snowy white locks and continuing with your work on your laptop with the other hand. you almost hope you can make him snap. even if hes been a little rough with you before, youve never seen him really break. maybe you just like how bad he needs you.

and, maybe its his tone when he gets all whiney and needy. maybe.

“angel, love of my life, my perfect spouse, please? anything. anything, seriously. i will buy you a new car if you let me fuck you. god, i swear i will die if—“

okay, maybe you werent a person of your word. so what? hes so desperate, you cant help it.

its not long until your laptop and all the clothes on your body are forgotten on your bedroom floor.

“fuck, baaby, god,” gojo groans, feeding every thick inch of his cock sloooowly into your hole, biting his lip, hair sweat-sticky and flattened to his forehead. “thank you, baby, thank you…” his tone is whiney, but still hoarse, his head pressed into your chest as his hips twitch into yours and his fingers sink into your thighs. “this is why i fuckin’ married you. haahh…” hes whining, whimpering, thrusting his hips into yours with reckless abandon, barely fucking conscious and yet his fingers still clumsily find your sweet spot and rub messy circles around it while something tight and hot coils in your core.

fuck being a person of your word, this was so much better than edging him. gojos hips start pumping more languidly into you as the original heat wears off, groaning deep in his chest while he hikes your thighs up higher on his hips and somehow gets even deeper into you, the weepy, thick head of his cock pressing into all the right spots as it bullies its way into you until youre cumming all around him. gojo lets out a shaky gasp against your skin (the first time his orgasm has ever rendered him speechless, you think smugly in the back of your mind) and hes drooling against your sticky skin and fucking his cum as deep as he can get it into you and babbling about how thankful he is for you when hes got his voice back

edging your spouse obviously was not for the weak. especially when your husband was satoru gojo and obviously couldnt control himself one bit when it came to his new spouse.

[iwannaleavemymind]

Hit it from the back she louder than two sold out nights!!

Plug!Sukuna x f!reader

‼️Minors dni‼️

Warnings; high sex, drug use- marijuana obviously, rough sex, degradation, backhanded praise🤭, reader called ‘slut’ and stuff like that, hair pulling, and yeah just general self indulgent smut.

It started out as just little back alley switches- a few 20 dollars here and a joint here and there but you’d be lying if you denied that fact you’d buy from him more because you had a little crush on him.

And you just happened to trip and fall onto his couch on what what supposed to be another deal?

your soaked pussy might know the answer for that!

“F-fuck stay still woman.” He groans above you, you poor abused cunt being pounded ruthlessly by the man above you staring right into your fucked out high expression of ecstasy.

But you can’t help squirming under him!! He’s just so fucking deep- so fucking good and reaching those sweet spots fucking perfectly.

“Please s’kuna hah- you’re s’deep ngh-“ your words slur a bit from the haziness of weed clouding your mind while being fucked out at the same times your mind a whirlwind of serotonin and lust.

His hands grip your thighs, forcing them open more, trembling and weak from holding yourself up, legs dangling in the air and your nails raking down his tatted back would turn anyone on and fucking crazy too- but hey he’s the one who’s quite literally balls deep inside you fucking you senseless.

“Cmon baby you can’t be this dumb already huh? Haven’t even let you cum yet.”

And fuck it was true- as soon as you’d almost cum all over him, he’s stop- teasing and edging you to the point of tears only would he then resume.

“Aw fuck I gotta give this sweet cunt what she wants though hm?”

Your incoherent babbling is quickly replaced with high pitched moans and screaming his name as he fucks himselfs deeper and deeper into you over and over, hitting your g spot just right making you squirt all over his cock

“You’re so messy girl- teach this sloppy pussy a lesson then hm?”

Famous last words.

He pulls out of your cunt with a wet pop! And flips your over ass up and face down into a pillow, spreading your legs wide with your slick still dripping down your cunt onto your inner thighs- so wet and perfect.

“Hah- fuck baby you’re so damn tight and wet- s’perfect f’me”

He positions himself at your entrance yet again, pushing into your sopping wet pussy and fucking your with reckless abandon earning squeals and whimpers to escape your lips, your face buried into the pillow moaning like a bitch in heat.

“Yea y’like that baby? When I fuck you like this?”

He grabs the fast of your ass with his strong hands, his fingers digging into the soft skin and fucks your pussy like it’d be his last day on earth if he didn’t- rough and fast like a damn animal.

“Yesyesyes oh my god I’m gonna fuckin’ cum ahh!” You cry out, cock drunk and hazed and mind narrowing down to your own pleasure.

“Cum for me little slut, hear that? She fuckin loves me.” Your wet cunt sloppily cumming all over his dick and squelching and sloppy wet noises fill the room from your multiple orgasms at this point.

Not long after you, he bottoms out cumming deep inside your pussy with your back arched down just the way he likes it, the fat of your ass jiggling every time his hips meet yours. His seed fills your tight cunt, spilling out of you.

“Surely she can take it all cmon baby.”he tuts disapprovingly, his hips slapping against your ass fucking his cum back inside you.

“Just. thrust. Like. thrust. that.” His word punctuated by mean, slow, deep thrusts making you squeal and nails digging into the soft cushions below you.

Eyes rolling back and tears streaking your face, he keeps going, your poor abused pussy coming over and over again all over him, but you’re not complaining- it felt good. Addicting even.

“Hah- f-fuck I can’t anymore I hah- oh fuckkkk!” Your loud needy moans are met with a harsh slap on your ass, fucking the words out of you, making you a mindless little cockdrunk slut just how he likes it.

“Fuck baby you’re takin me s’well might have to keep you around forever huh?”

[melancholicstation]

I DON'T NEED YOU BUT I MISS YOU, COME HERE! - a john f. kennedy jr. one-shot

day 2 of melancholicstation! summary: After exchanging gifts with your boyfriend you both reach a haunting revelation. After a serious of miscommunications between the two of you in which the both of you thought the other had bought the round of gifts this year, you and John are forced to venture into the city on christmas eve in the search of a christmas present for your boyfriends mother. What could be more hellish than that? though your handsome boyfriend makes it more than tolerable...

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warnings: nothing, just good all clean christmas eve fun...

words: 1,210

Light pitter-pattering of rain falls softly against wrought iron fire escape, a soft aroma of powder and flushed-skin spices laid a slight film upon the furnishings of your New York apartment which was a mix of strewn silk stockings, rugs and tapestries, and because it was Christmas: two delicately placed patchwork stockings made from dead stock fabric across an elegant carved walnut chimneypiece and an antique Christmas collage you'd scored in an auction down in the Cape.

But none of it, in all its curated charm, could compare to the beautiful boy who laid his head in the space of your lap. John's eyes closed resembled those in renaissance paintings when scrutinised too close, and was accompanied by a set of an annoyingly long lashes mirroring the color of ink that's been spilt from a fountain pen.

In all his dreary-faced glory: all tuckered out after a tranquil evening of dining on a mismatched array of foods completely incongruent with the present season such as 2 packs of lemon club sodas, a squash & burrata pizza, and a half picked at banana coconut muffin to share: foods that may or may not have been stolen from your head chef's storage pantry. In your defence the food would've had to go in the trash anyway... If you really thought about it you did them a favour in taking the food!

In service of both you and John's shared distain for the Christmas craze and chaoticness you'd both decided to give each other your presents on Christmas Eve instead of on the big day.

The very presents in question were as follows: John got you a beautiful perfume along with a first edition, signed 'Journals of Anaïs Nin hardcover.

In your case, you got John a limited edition cologne with the tagline "Wear En Plein Air if you want to smell like an unassuming art critic on his way to an orgy." Classy. To go along with the scent you got him this years Art Press magazine issue, lately he'd been talking a lot about possibly creating a magazine: you thought it was a terrific idea but he wasn't so sure it would land.

The gift-giving hour had long passed and before you knew it the both of you had ended up splayed out on top of each other on your bed: an early twentieth century opium bed with a pierced lattice panels. A statement piece in your bedroom that you were very proud of winning in an especially hard auction at Christie's Rockefeller plaza location.

The snacking continued from the floor of the kitchen to the bed, where John began shovelling crumbs of a coconut muffin with reckless abandon: defiling your freshly put-on winter goose-down duvet.

"C'mon John you know I just got this cleaned. You watched me buy it like last week!" you say jokingly, yet your movements betray otherwise: frantically moving the palm of your hands over the duvet trying to brush away the crumbs onto the hardwood floors—an almost unbelievable score for an apartment in the city.

"Baby you're way too tense, let the holiday cheer wash over you!" he says sarcastically with that kind of eat-shit grin he nearly always dons.

"Well i've decided to reject that holiday cheer, I'm too stressed out having to figure out your families fucked up dynamics on top of trying not to piss of your sister—making her hate me more than she already does"

Wiping away the coconut flakes from your chin with his fingers, to which he proceeds to place those same fingers in his mouth, making an almost comically suggestive motion: to which you giggle alongside him.

It's interesting how you can almost see the cogs turn in his mind—it's funny how the longer you get to know him you can almost predicate the exact moment a thought enters his head "Speaking of, I forgot to ask you what you got for my mother for when we go down to the cape tomorrow?"

"Wait I thought you were handling the presents for your family this year. I-I mean she is your mom after all John"

It's at this moment that you immediately understand that he did not have the Christmas presents handled in the slightest.

Oh, fuck.

So that is what transpired to have the two of you traipsing around New York City at a blistering 7 pm on Christmas Eve like total and utter idiots.

After the utter shock of not having organised a Christmas present the night before Christmas set in you both scrambled into action changing out of clothes you called "house clothes" into respectable "outdoor clothes".

You chose a practical uniform for the blistering cold raging outside: a slim-fit pair of indigo blue jeans, a silk porcelain turtleneck for layering purposes, and a camel cashmere belted overcoat.

The reason why you'd regard John as a man touched by a certain oddness, said with love of course, is no better exemplified than his chosen outfit for the blistering cold: a patterned cashmere and silk crewneck paired with some old gym shorts and a pair of uggs atop long cotton socks reaching his mid calf. Now, you wouldn't position yourself as a fashion icon but you won't pretend you didn't second guess his choice of fashion, though you did relent when you saw the bashful smile fixing its attention upon your being.

Initially you were mad at one another for dropping the ball on finding gifts but fighting never lasted all that long with you two now did it?

Now, with that being said: Bergdorf's at 7:31 pm on Christmas Eve was certainly the undiscovered 8th circle of hell that Dante's Inferno conveniently left out. You and John had been circling the aisles for about thirty minutes and still: Nothing. As you traipsed the aisles for what seemed to be no short of a few miles all you found were picked over shelves with cheesy Christmas sweaters made out of polyester and acrylic, and small cheese platters in tiny wicker trays.

And if you gathered anything from the few times you've met your boyfriend's mother: Jacqueline Kennedy, is that she has immaculate taste. And known for having a severe emotional intolerance for synthetic fibres and cheap butter.

So safe to say both products left would absolutely not suffice or bode well with her.

By 7:51 pm you're both defeated but as if an angel sent from the gods themselves decided to take pity on you John spots and item: beckoning you over holding his hand out. The item comes into your view: a 18" silver amphora vase detailed with dragon head handles—a little ornate for your taste but from the look on John's face the vase is a winner.

Delighted to be able to get out of this place you both move to the register, slightly surprised that there's not an outrageously long line before you. You're both quiet for a few minutes while waiting, you're broken out of that silence when you feel John's hand pick up yours and bring it to his lips: kissing each of your fingers wrapped in his hand individually.

Okay, maybe Bergdorf's at 7pm wasn't exactly as bad as Dante's inferno but safe to say you will be getting everyone gifts in November next year to avoid this very situation in the future.

i feel like this is my worst one-shot to date (and it hasn't been edited) but I hope u enjoy regardless p.s all the furniture written about was just an excuse to basically show you my christie's wish list items bisous!!!!!!

[daddyhausen]

inspired by @plentyoffandoms bc i just HAD to 😫

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 AEW MASTERLIST 」 | 「 HANGMAN ADAM PAGE MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — the sherrif of a crime ridden western town pays visit to his favourite saloon girl during the midnight hours

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+ [ MINORS DNI ], handjob, sex work, sexworker!reader, sheriff!hangman, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie, male + female orgasm, multiple orgasms, squirting

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 1.8k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x hangman adam page

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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all was quite along the roads leading into town. the red dirt scuffed at his horse hooves. the animal kicking up mud and gravel in a tired fury. it represented the hangman’s predicament rather fittingly. he was tired, body worn from hunting criminal scum all evening. his bones ached, muscles sore and sensitive. all he needed was a bath and a good fuck to tie him over.

as he made his way through town, the silence of the countryside dissapated. his ears filled with the rambunctious laughter of drunken patron from the local bar and brothel. the gleeful squeals of whores getting their fill of cock. one, a blonde leaning out the window, bare chested, moaning into the midnight hair with ravenous pleasure.

the cowboy hitched his horse out front. the blooming rose saloon had become a second home as of late. the scent of malt liquor and cigar smoke offended the animal’s nostrils. the beast let out a small huff and grunt in response. adam, with a frustrated and tired sigh entered

the wooden saloon style doors parted around his imposing figure. so much so that patrons stopped and stared at their sherrif for a second before resuming their frivolous activities. hangman was greeted by the sight of whores lining the velvet couches, naked and spread, men devouring the with reckless abandon as they moan and pled for orgasm. those men who’d consumed too much liquid courage, passed out in more secluded corners of the brothel while the women they payed for their troubles grinded and bounced on their now flaccid cocks.

“ah glad to see your finally back, sherrif” that farmillair trans atalantic accent graced the cowboys ears.

that voice could only be recognised as madame toni. the platinum blonde akin to that of a showgirl, so glamorous and poised. she was the owner of said establishment, and always took care of the girls under her employment. her and the hangman had developed a sort of friendship over the years

madame toni noticed the cowboys sullen eyes and tired features. how the blood had not yet dried against his skin. it was not his. his body bruised and sore, small welts began to swell when his skin was exposed.

“rough day?” she questioned rhetorically, pouring the cowboy a shot of whiskey he’d regularly ask for.

hangman gave a small nod, downing the shot in quick succession the the burn of the liquid was something he welcomes

“is she here?” was all adam could muster through a dry and hoarse throat.

madame toni offered him a gracious smile with a nod.

“oh don’t you worry. go upstairs get yourself cleaned up. i will send mariah to fetch her for you”

adam slid a ten dollar bill across the bar to pay for the extra services. toni shooed him away playfully, snapping to retrieve the attention of her second in command, miss mariah. the young blonde whizzing away to find you, wherever you could be

adam made his way upstairs. taking a left, making his way to the bathhouse. he opened the door steadily, the room lit with slow burning candles, the scent of lavender and wildflowers filled his nostrils, a welcoming scent to the bloody iron and gunpowder he was used to. he kicked off his boots, quietly stripping himself of his clothing, leaving them by the door, far to impaired to fold them on the stool that had been provided for such a thing.

he noticed that the wooden tub had been pre-filled for his arrival, the water still steaming slightly. he gave a soft, hearty sigh as his naked flesh met the warm water, letting it encapsulate his aching frame. he gently began washing his shoulders. the sting of an old, yet not fully healed bullet wound made him wince slightly.

the door opened slightly, a soft feminine voice graced his ears, it was undeniably yours.

“glad to see you’re back in once piece” you lulled softly in his direction.

his pupils blow with adoration as he peered up at your still clothed frame. you did not even need to be naked for him to be completely enamored with you. the white cotton of your sleeves rolled up to your elbows. the skirts of your dress soft and light. the colours were kept minimalistic. soft greys and blues yet they complemented your skin perfectly.

he gave a soft hum in response, too tired to speak at the moment. you joined his side, kneeling to the left of him. beginning to daintily trace the scruff of his beard. the blond wiry strands tickling your fingers

“i missed you…” you hummed gently beggining to massage his shoulders. feeling him relax into your touch. adam let out a soft sight in contentment. you knew in your profession there was no room for love. especially with clientele, yet yourself and adam developed a bond that was more intimate than just sex alone.

he yearned for you when he was away, could not wait until he see you again next, he had the money to be able to get you out of a job like this, to marry you, start a family with you, give you everything your heart desires. yet you remained, feeling not worthy of such a lavish life, you did not want people to look down on your beloved for marrying a common whore such as yourself. it would bring shame to him in the eyes of the townsfolk.

he hummed again in response to your confession, simply taking the back of your palm and kissing it sweetly, sighing in relief as you began to shampoo his hair. the aformentioned lavender scent soothing his worries momentarily.

“i missed you too…” he finally confessed after what felt like forever, feeling a pang in his gut that he didn’t mention it sooner.

your hands slowly began to roam down his arms, grasping the strong muscles of his biceps before trailing upward again. this time across his broad chest, lingering against his stomach as you leaned in slowly.

“well…” you began. a seductive tone in your voice, lips dangerously close to his.

“you don’t have to miss me anymore”

with that you kissed him, rather passionately, feeling him melt into the kiss. his hands freed from the water, cupping your cheeks and smoothing the soft flesh with his battle-worn thumbs

“i want you…” he hummed against your lips through a flurry of moans

“i need you…”

his please became more greedy, more selfish as he kissed you deeper. playing with the soft strands of your freshly washed hair, the locks feeling like silk against his fingertips

“you have me…i’m all yours” you spoke in between breaths and his frantic kisses

hands leading down his torso towards his hardened cock, still fully submerged under the warm water. you grasped his cock in your right hand, slowly beginning to pump his engorged shaft, the tip of his cock red and swollen, desperate for your touch.

“oh fuck darlin’” he grunted, breaking the kiss, oh how he missed the sensation of your touch. he’d grown so used to rubbing one out alone, in secluded tents in the wilderness while on manhunts that he’d become so sensitive to another person’s touch.

adam revelled in the feeling, gripping the edge of the tub until his knuckled burned bone white. his breath became ragged, uneven with pleasure, bitting his lip to suppress the loudness of his moans

“easy cowboy…” you cooed, stroking his cock from base to tip, feeling him throb thickly in your palm.

“fuck…you don’t know what you do to me doll…”

“oh i know, sir. trust me i know how much you enjoy my touch”

adam’s cock twitch at how you replied to him with such formality. having normally referred to him by his name or the cliche “cowboy” never with sherrif or some other type of honourific. still he enjoyed having some power over you, even if is was through formalilites. adam’s breath grew increasingly ragged, his cock swelled and pulsed against your soft palm.

he muttered out a string of curse words his cock so needy for release, giving one final curse of pleasure before spilling over in your palm. his cum sticky and thick, globs of white clinging to your fingertips as your pried your hand out of the water, licking your fingers clean.

“strip” he commanded, trying to regain his breath as he stepped out of the tub, adoring the way you were able to shed your body of the numerous skirts and pedicosts with ease.

adam’s body still dripping with wetness, not that he or yourself cared as he pulled you close to his chest. his cock grinding against your plump ass. chest pressed frimly against your back as he began to grope your pillow breasts in his large palms

“god, i need to feel that pretty cunt wrapped around me…” he groaned, placing hungry kisses to your neck

“you make my cock so fuckin’ hard darlin’”

and his words were definitely evident. his thick cock, erect and pushing against your flesh

“adam…please” you whimpered, eager for him to fill you like he had done so many times over

he probably holds the record for the most fucks in the brothel. he guided you towards the tub, having you brace yourself against the edge of it, grasping the wood as he peppered kissed down your back. his cock slipped into your slick cunt, instantly feeling the lovely stretch of your walls around his size

“oh adam!” you gasped, feeling his cock begin to move at a vicious pace, the sound of wet skin colliding was nothing short of mesmerizing

“oh fuck, doll. that pretty little cunt is always so tight for me”

he hummed through gritted teeth, bottoming out as he succumbed to the delicious pulse between your thighs

“admit it sweetheart, no other man fucks you as good as i do”

you could only respond in a mix of soft whimpers and moans. adam tugged at your hair, pulling your head back so he could gaze upon your fucked out features

“answer me” he remarked sternly, adoring the way with each thrust he had your mouth hung open with pleasure

“y-you’re too good sir. so much better than other men! oh fuck!- adam you fuck me so good!”

your shines were enough to send him over the edge. his cock swelling with orgasm again. your tight walls clenching around his engorged shaft. milking him of his hot cum.

“you want me to cum in that pretty little pussy of yours? fill you full of my seed like the good whore you are?”

“yes! please adam! please give me all of your cum!”

your begs sent him to heaven. his cock twitched one final time. painting your walls white with his seed, he pulled out rather quickly for your liking, intervening your orgasm ever so slightly, putting the tip back in and then exiting again. you juices leaking down your thighs in intervals, the same with his seed. you collapsed onto your knees beside the tub, breathless and cum-filled.adam joined you, kneeling behind you, arms around your waist. peppering sweet kisses to your shoulder blades and the tops of your shoulders

“god, darlin’ i love you so much”

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[allmightskitten]

Ao3 is down??!!! Well, sounds as good a time as any to post another instalment from the abandoned WIP graveyard!

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Abandoned WIP Graveyard:

do you think you'd like to buy me diamonds?

- a modern doflamingo/crocodile/corazon fic

- abandoned possibly temporarily, something to return to in the future if there's time

- was going to be E rated and nasty, but the preview I have for you today hasn't gotten there yet lol

- dofcora, dofuwani, both those things together AND corawani 🫣 also the crocodad theory is a thing here because of course it is ☝️

Extract below the cut:

It meant one of two things if he wasn't responding to their shared code of knocking thrice slowly, and thrice more in quick succession: one, he was neck deep in work, hunched over pages and pages of scattered drawings that had built up over the course of half a day, and hundreds of scrunched-up sheets in the bin, on the bed and floor, everywhere– or, two: he was pouring over images and information that he really shouldn't have.

Doflamingo was holed up in his room again, and Rosinante knew from prior experience that that was never a good sign.

Images and information that, Rosinante was quite sure, would be classified by most as 'creepy' to own or at the very least 'illegal'.

He tried the knock again. There wasn't anything terribly important to bother his brother about, but he needed to know as early as possible if Doffy would be free to drive him to Law's school play later this evening. He had got his own license suspended a few days back for reckless driving, which in his defense was more so bad driving than recklessness as his general clumsiness unfortunately translated to that aspect of his life as well.

"Come in," Doffy's voice came muffled through the door, unexpressive and distracted. Rosinante braced himself and let himself inside.

Yeah...

This was what he was afraid of.

The bedroom he set foot into was like a folder of evidence needed for a restraining order. Blown-up photos of him– 'Crocodile', the 40-something-year-old casino owner Doflamingo had become fixated on– lined the walls, stuck to them carelessly with kraft tape. Splayed out on the bed in front of Doffy were printed news articles and magazine clippings, every one about the same subject. Piled on the foot of the bed were an assortment of various items including brand new cigars, ties, bottles of wine and flowers.

Rosinante cleared his throat pointedly, drawing a pair of pale crimson eyes in his direction.

"I thought we agreed that stalking that man is dangerous." Crocodile had ties to the underworld too, ties that were very much not in line with their own. "It would be a lot less dangerous if you just visited his casino and started speaking to him organically."

Doffy slowly set down the magazine clippings he was stuffing into a transparent folder. He observed Rosinante for a moment, like he was reading his body language and all his tells he wasn't aware of himself, before a sudden snort-laugh escaped him loudly.

"Aw, don't tell me you're jealous, baby brother!"

Rosinante's cheeks felt hot.

"I'm not jealous," he sputtered, like the very notion was ridiculous. 

"It's okay," Doflamingo said placatingly, knowingly, sugary-sweet. He made space on the bed beside him and patted the sheets. "I've been neglecting you lately, haven't I? Let me make things right."

Rosi bit his lip. There was nothing remotely right about what Doffy was offering to do, and all the other things they had started to get up to in recent times– things one certainly shouldn't be doing with one's own family member, nevermind one as close as a sibling– but he knew Doflamingo felt no guilt and remained completely unapologetic for it.

Why the hell not? he'd whispered in Rosinante's ear a fortnight ago, when he had grown stiff in Doffy's arms, chilling realization hitting him like a freight train after evading him the entire time Doffy had been kissing him, jerking him off until he came. We're closer to each other than anyone. What does a little more closeness matter?

Oh, but Doflamingo's touch was addictive. His attention doubly so.

His body moved on its own to take the space Doffy had cleared for him. Short, cropped blonde hair was immediately in his lap as Doflamingo stretched his long legs out on the other side of the bed, grinning devilishly up at him as he slid his fingers into his big brother's hair.

It probably had something to do with their messy upbringing. Their years of separation before they found their way back to each other. The way Doflamingo spoiled him rotten with all the wealth he'd built up in the time he'd been gone, in stark contrast to the impoverished lifestyle Rosinante led until then.

Doflamingo really had no qualms about anything, and nothing was a step too far in his book, but Rosinante wasn't like that. He had principles and morals and knew right from wrong, usually.

Doflamingo brought out the worst in him.

Rosi cleared his throat, not wanting to go down that avenue right now. For his own sanity he'd have to avoid Doffy for another fortnight if today's interaction ended like last time.

"I need you to drive me somewhere tonight. Law has a role in the school play."

Doffy snorted, his expression immediately souring.

"What, is he a tree? Or perhaps the backstage help who moves the set pieces?"

Rosinante swatted him on the head for that, indignant at the implication.

"He has a speaking role, asshole!"

"Oh, does he now? So they managed to pull him away from his books enough to get him to audition?"

Rosi dug his massaging fingers into Doffy's scalp a little aggressively. "Stop being such an ass. He's eight, you can't keep having beef with an eight year old."

"He always starts it!" Doffy protested childishly. "I have never, ever started the fight."

"Right, like I'm gonna believe that."

"I swear!"

"Because your word is so honest." Rosinante rolled his eyes, but he relaxed his fingers, and Doffy immediately melted into his touch. "So? Can you drive me there tonight? You don't have to stick around and watch it."

"Mm, I was thinking about your advice, actually." Doffy reached up to touch his cheek. "About interacting normally with Crocodile, at his casino. I was thinking of doing that tonight."

Rosi squeezed his hand. "Dof, I'm glad to hear that. I really am, but I don't want to miss Law's play." Law hated Doflamingo. And the kid was very perceptive, scarily so– the last time Rosinante had missed the chance to be there for him because of Doflamingo, he'd automatically known who to blame. Rosinante wasn't keen on disappointing his kid either. Law had no one but him. 

Doffy narrowed his eyes at him, studying the expression on his face, the quiet plea to allow him this. It was unhealthy, it was wrong, just how much control Doflamingo had over his life, but he could be reasoned with if it was coming from Rosinante...

"Fine," Doflamingo said finally. "I'll drive you to the play. But I'm only dropping you off. I can't leave the casino early to pick you up after."

That was fine. He could take a taxi. The Donquixotes weren't supposed to be taking civilian taxis, that was dangerous and Doflamingo didn't allow him especially, but he didn't have to know that. "I can get a lift from one of the parents."

"And have you vetted these people?"

Rosi sighed. There was that paranoia again– though more than being paranoid it was probably being controlling.

"Yes, Doffy, I have. Having a kid in Law's class whom he recognizes is quite a difficult cover for one of your enemies to fake, you know."

"You never know," Doffy said darkly, seriously, but he seemed placated with the answer. "You don't have to go that far, anyway. I'll send one of my men to pick you up. Bellamy's schedule should be free today."

Rosi nodded, grateful and disappointed at the same time. He wasn't a huge fan of the life his brother lived and actively benefiting from it didn't always sit right with him. It wasn't like Doflamingo's underworld business that made him filthy rich was without victims.

Doflamingo patted his cheek, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Not even a thank you, Rosi? Come here and show me."

Rosinante tried to pretend he was only placating Doflamingo when he leaned down to kiss him on the lips.

[yanderes-galore]

deviating from the main guys we know

A yandere Abraham Reyes concept?

Finally been playing some RDR1. Got to the point where you send Javier off by the time of writing this so I know some info on Abraham finally. Sorry this one leans into more mature territory... it just seemed to fit his character. Iykyk....

Yandere! Abraham Reyes Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling/AFAB, Obsession, Manipulation, Cheating, Stalking, Murder, Blood, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Delusional behavior, Coercion, Kidnapping, Pregnancy (AFAB Section), SFW Breeding kink (AFAB Section), Forced relationship.

Abraham is certainly a... different type of yandere.

In the game we've seen this man isn't monogamous.

He will bed any woman loyal to his cause.

He isn't loyal to one partner (He might even have a thing for 'breeding'....)

Safe to say his obsession is going to go through heartbreak before Abraham goes after them.

I imagine Abraham tries to seduce you like he's done many others.

He sings songs, reads poems, and is overly touchy.

Obviously he isn't the best man for anyone.

He's a romantic, but uses such charm to sleep with just about anyone.

At first you're just another person he can seduce.

You support him in one way or another, which ends up with you two being intimate eventually.

He's a man of lies who always seems to know the right thing to say.

He claims he'll give you anything if it means you'll do him little favors.

He uses you, not seeming to care what happens after.

You could fall for him... tell him you love him...

But then you see him sleeping with someone else on reckless abandon.

Safe to say, his obsession would start when he's lost you.

At first he doesn't care, your loss, right?

He was never going for anything serious...

No marriage, no dating, it was all for pleasure when it comes to him.

He's a cheater, or at the very least an unfaithful man.

He's classist even when he pretends not to be.

I personally feel the trope where the cheater realizes what they lost fits him.

You were probably his favorite to hook up with....

You two would chat tactics or just casual conversation, even when the deed was done.

The feeling of you is addicting...

He doesn't realize that until after you're gone.

He can barely remember the names of his partners.

He remembers yours, though.

Honestly, you manage to plague him.

He normally doesn't care if past partners see him with someone else...

But you...?

Wow... He was more infatuated than he thought.

Imagine if Abraham sent men to keep track of your whereabouts?

You manage to stick around in his thoughts and no one can tend to him like you could.

Him? Falling in love? A strange thought....

Pleasure should be all he needs.

Imagine him having someone track you then he tries to lure you back in?

He writes you poems and songs, he buys you gifts, he tries his best to win you back.

But you know better.

You'd never go back to him willingly.

That's the key part... willingly.

Turns out Abraham is more relentless than you thought.

He hasn't had anyone make him this attached in a long time... If at all.

He definitely stalks you and keeps trying to flirt.

He tries to seduce you back to his cause, promising anything you want.

He says he loves you, but you no longer trust his words.

He tries to manipulate you...

Yet that barely works, especially when he learns you have a new partner.

The thought upsets him.

More than that, actually.

Abraham would quietly stalk you himself or have others do it.

He hears of dates, romantic evenings... You seem very fond of this person.

He should be that person.

Would Abraham shoot your partner?

Probably.

He'd either duel them or kill them, saying they're a traitor to his cause.

He would grimace as their blood hits his clothes, not minding your horrified expression.

Why do you look so concerned?

Gunfights happen all the time when there's war.

Your partner was inferior, they weren't good enough for you.

He isn't either... but he promises change!

Since you seem to have charmed him...

He'll do anything to have you back.

If it means sweeping you off your feet, sure!

He'll do that... (It's just kidnapping....)

He'd keep you locked to his side, smothering you in kisses and affection.

He calls you pet names, often trying to make you reciprocate.

He often apologizes to you for what he's done.

He loves you, truly does, he promises!

He could never let you go... He'll just kill to have you again.

Will he still sleep with others? Probably.

However... He is often with you, vowing no one else will have you like he does.

He's a hypocrite, always was.

He doesn't care if you fight him... or if he has to cuff you to him to keep you his...

You're different from all the others... more precious...

He had you first... Now no one else will.

AFAB Section

Based on his dialog, I can see Abraham having a thing for... breeding.

He sleeps with many, always mentioning how he's putting noble blood in the 'peasant' population in Mexico.

I can definitely see him knocking up his obsession to keep you to himself.

He promises to make you his through marriage if it means he gets to see you pregnant.

He has a thing for it, definitely does.

It reassures him you're his and by his side... you'll have no choice but to have his baby.

He coos over you, saying your baby will be of noble blood.

He loves the thought of you being dependent on him... of always needing him.

Even if he sleeps around, you'll need him.

He seems to like the power and the idea that you're tied to him.

Of course, like I said, he isn't a good man.

He's still selfish and will no doubt be a selfish leader pretending to be a selfless man.

He's overprotective when you're pregnant or caring for his child.

Plus, if you've already had one child...

What's stopping him from giving you another?

To him, things are better when he has you full of his child and by his side... forever his, no one else's.

[tiredlilguy]

Some AlbaDoc HC's

a/n: these two are very strangely my comfort ship... do not ask why LMFAO, i just like them, also I often refer to Albatross as "Alb" because I don't like typing all the whole name and i wanted to give him a nickname :P

i feel like the way that they even got together was that albatross just said it bluntly, and doc accepted

idk, they're mafia, no shortcuts, just straight to the point

albatross still blushes when doc holds his hand though

they're fluffy ;-; if doc is sitting in alb's lap, alb will like, rub his hair into doc's back affectionately (on doc's shoulder... he'll do it gently though, so as not to hurt him)

doc doesn't mind because albatross is a literal heater; he gets cold a lot...

alb is a cuddler for sure, but he can get embarrassed from time to time if doc initiates the affection

I feel like doc would do something and alb would go "wow i'm so gay"

alb sends doc a lot of the outfits he just bought or his "daily fit pics"

doc saves every one of them; i lowkey feel like he'd have a shrine (we can't keep it too wholesome in this house)

Doc always feels Alb's heart race every time they're within intimate proximity to each other- and he's pretty obvious too

I feel like even though Albatross can be reckless, he's always careful with Doc: making sure he's not holding his hand too tight, putting his fluffy vest on him if he gets cold, etc etc.

doc once sent a picture of Albatross to his friends from America and they at first were concerned if Alb was a good bf or not

they're both one braincell in love with each other

when reffering to each other, they call each other "boyfriend" or when they're talking to someone else about each other it's like "wow, look at my cool boyfriend go"

ideal date for the two of them: buy takeout, go to a creepy abandoned lab/facility of some sort and go eat on the roof while holding hands and seeing the stars

Doc will sit on Albatross's lap with no hesitation, he likes his personal heater; alb will get flustered for a second before happily wrapping his arms around his bf

idk why, i can see Albatross being more fluffy and wholesome; he becomes immediately flustered at the idea of sex tho- (no nsfw here tho [yet], i'm in a fluffy mood)

they have a lot of strange trinkets from each other... specifically albatross gives doc a lot of cool-looking rocks, and receives a liver in a jar in return

albatross would show off his room to chuuya and point at the liver and go "my boyfriend got this for me. isn't he so sweet?" meanwhile... chuuya is very confused

uh... uhm. they go to barbie

yeah

a;lsdkfja;lsdfj

uhhh

gay ppl, amirite

oki, that's all LMFAO

[sucrows]

knock knock o/ 👉👈 i have... many madara mikejima thoughts. and im still thinking abt mutual obsession with him so uhhhhhh cw unhealthy relationship? we know why we're here... excuse me being annoyingly longwinded orz this is barely sexy. this is just me thinking abt mama im so sorry crow aaaaa

madara mikejima is the guy who would be at your service at all times— no questions just pure devotion. for as long as he is around you, you might as well say you have your own personal assistant. theres so many examples of him doing stuff for others and i will never shut up abt his fs1 where anzu was like hey what if your exclusive outfit was just a loincloth and he was on board purely bc she likes it. HE HAS 0 SHAME IN DOING EVERYTHING YOU SAY. NONE. YOU COULD ASK HIM TO BARK AND HE WILL. when that guy loves someone, he craves them with his entire being and desires nothing more than to be in their life.

he's also not above just. asking for a fwb situation. he wouldn't be so blunt about it, but it'd be a slow coercing. mama isn't above lying about his motives either. maybe he sees you're stressed and hey. let him massage your shoulders. lay down. oh your back is just tense huh? and it escalates until he's just fucking you with reckless abandon. well your stress is gone now so he offers to make this a regular thing. no strings attached and no worries. he just wants to make you relaxed.

here's where it gets messy. mama is also out of town a lot for work. he goes overseas, just touring around. but bc he spends every waking moment he is in town attached to your hip, his absence is so. prominent. and god it feels so awful not seeing him. phone calls arent enough. good morning and goodnight texts are sporadic because he's so busy. you miss having mama around to hold you while you do work.

and it's not great for him either. he's constantly worried about you. he can't get you out of his head. when he finally gets back it's like he's moved heaven and earth buying you various trinkets that reminded him of you (some even extremely rare and valuable since... he just collects those things anyway)

just. intense back and forth of hapoiness being with him every single day to devastating loneliness whenever he leaves. each time he comes back, ofc intense welcome home sex ensues. but it never goes past the fwb stage. any deeper feelings he's harboured are shoved aside and he grows distant when he feels like you want to get even closer. he always wants what he can't have. and he'd rather you not be caught up in whatever bullshit he goes through so he lies to himself saying he's content with meaningless sex and just doing things for you. even when you have consumed his entire thoughts. yet he's unaware that you are much the same. craving him more and more that you wanna get through to him. but HIS FUCKASS LONESOME WAYS MAKES YOU HESITATE. SO YALL JUST GO NOWHERE. AND ITS JUST A "what are we?" LOOP

mf.... madara just will not communicate. he can't go beyond superficial desires and acts of service because it scares him to face the fact these feelings have grown wildly out of control. it scares him because the moment he does, he fears his own self destructive tendencies will take over and he'll just ruin everything. whats more is that imo i think he would still unconsciously do things like distance himself, not speak to you for days even after coming back as like a way for you to grow to resent him. that way if things crumble he can just say oh the signs were there as if he didn't put those flags up himself.

uh yea 💚 thats all. uhm. unrelated i think youre super cool and i hope ya have/had a good day dependin on when you get to this 💚

minty i am going to become the JOKER if you do not stop apologizing for things i actively invited you to do and that is a THREAT /lh

anyways, this is soooo tasty idgaf if it's more angsty than horny i'm eating this up anyways, thank you for the meal 🙏

Madara Mikejima, King of Miscommunication. He adores you and puts you on such a high pedestal that it becomes nearly impossible to convince him to stand by your side as your equal. He believes that you deserve better so much but he's also too selfish to give you up. He's not worthy of you, but neither is anyone else.

He wants the emotional intimacy. He wants the domesticity. He wants everything. Hell, he probably indulges in these things pretty often in a FWB relationship, but he can't ever tie you down. The moment he gets the inclination that you're getting too attached, he runs. When you're truly in a time of need he will always be there for you but otherwise he's as fickle as the wind.

It's a horrendously painful but addicting relationship that neither of you can truly break off

[leianaberrie]

Ok I know you responded to this post a long time ago, but you're so right about Damon being the one to mastermind and manipulate both Bonnie and Kai (her hatred for him/the whole prison abandonment thing and Kai's unrequited feelings for Bonnie/guilt). Hilarious they tried to make Damon look like the hero by end of season 6, that's why it feels cheap when he reluctantly rescues Bonnie. Yes, Damon caused the domino effect in the first place. When really, all he cared about was freeing his crazy mother. So as usual, Damon is just using people to get what he wants. He was the one giving Kai hope under false pretense, while at the same time toying with Bonnie's emotions knowing she wanted nothing to do with them both. Difference is Kai was ACTUALLY sorry & trying to make amends. Can you imagine the bonkai fluff we missed out on that could have been squeezed out of this dilemma?! Meanwhile, Damon was just trying to weasel his way back into her good graces bc he needed to use Bonnie's magic again...for the millionth time.

There's definitely some discrepancies in the writing as well...Bonnie blames Kai for her suicide attempt, yet she already had a suicide pact with Damon prior to meeting Kai. I'm not buying that whole Damon had more remorse than Kai thing either. Kai tried to prove himself by saving Bonnie on her bday. You think if Bonnie knew that pertinent information she'd still want revenge on Kai so bad??! Either Damon and her friends carelessly withheld this info from her or the writers just got sloppy and left out key Bonnie backstory (its probably latter). Like this is classic drama 101, a good writer would actually want to capitalize off this & use it to their advantage but they left us bonkai fans hanging for no reason. So by extension, Kai is no less or more evil than Damon. I'm so sick of seeing fake Bonnie fans make that pointless argument. At least Kai had an excuse & at some point changed & was no longer a sociopath (post merge). Damon is just a reckless murderer who never learns his lesson, yet the fans think he's somehow more deserving of a meaningful relationship with Bonnie than Kai ever was *Eye roll*. She betrays him first by axe, then sends away her magic, telling Kai "i guess we're stuck here forever". Then acts shocked when Kai pays her back & leaves her in 1995. There's this misconception that bonkai stans overlook this, but we don't. We accept our ship for what it is. Bonnie deserved it... just like Kai deserved to be left in 1903. Obviously her leaving Kai in 1903 is justified, but that whole unforgiving act towards him falls apart bc she never-ever-once tried to do the same same with people like Stefan or Damon, who willingly betrayed her more than once (Enzos death/Abby's death). That's why they trash our favorite ship every chance they get...cognitive dissonance is really a thing. The Salvatores were never Bonnie's friends (at least only in theory) bc the writers did such a poor job at conveying what looked like a one sided relationship where the witch almost always happens to be cocered into using her magic either against her will and/or better judgment.

Bonnie shouldn't have lifted a finger to help anyone after season 6, considering the whole Kai bit supposedly "changed" her. Yet we never saw this development at all bc Bonnie was still annoyingly loyal to Elena & willing to risk life & limb for the same vampires who caused more trauma in her life than Kai ever did. Fans act like Kai was the worst thing to happen to Bonnie. If anything, it should have helped her see who her true friends really are. It's certainly not Damon. Lol & I say this as a Bamon fan, when done the right way.

I love everything about this Ask and I literally don't have anything to add.

Also cognitive dissonance - such a great phrase for describing how it sometimes feels to be a Bonkai shipper in the larger fandom.

[aetheternity]

Just thought of something… what if Venti with reader who doesn’t believe in Barbatos. They’re together but Venti hasn’t told reader his identity yet and their opinions on Barbatos are “I just don’t buy into that church of favonius nonsense. No one’s even claimed to have seen him in a millennia. The anemo archon doesn’t exist/ has long since abandoned Mondstadt if he ever did.”

Like, how would Venti take finding that out? Would he be devastated beyond belief that his love thinks this way of him and potentially do something reckless to prove them wrong? Or would he find it interesting or amusing the way Zhongli takes a liking to skeptics like Keqing?

And this relationship is serious, so obviously he’s got to tell them at some point. Would he reveal himself immediately because he can’t bare his love having the wrong impression of him any longer, and he wants them to love all of him which can’t be the case if he’s keeping a secret like that. Or would he wait a bit and try to subtly change their mind, or at least make them more open minded from behind the scenes before revealing himself.

Either way, I know Venti would want reader to see his whole identity so they can love all parts of him, and no matter what way Venti goes about revealing himself, reader will accept him because if their boyfriend whom they love more than anything is Barbatos than they love him as Barbatos as well.

-🌕

Oh hey 🌕 I was starting to think you weren't coming back its been a while.

Ok so when I read this ask I was thinking about this fic I read one time. (Don't even ask me the name I definitely don't remember) where reader didn't know Venti was Barbatos but Reader was like a super self confident person who was always talking about how they could fight a God and then Venti is just sitting there giggling when his partner brings up how they could beat the shit out of Barbatos easy.

He's all, "He wouldn't know what hit em, babe. 🥰"

But I feel like Venti would be a little confused, maybe a bit sad if his partner just flat out doesn't believe in Barbatos. I mean he's probably dealt with nonbelievers before but one of those nonbelievers being his partner hurts a lot more than he'd imagined.

He'd probably ask his partner little questions like, "Do you genuinely believe Barbatos is the kind of God who'd completely leave his people."

Like Reader explains in complete detail what kind of God Barbatos seems like from a personal view point and Venti just listens to his partner sort of vent before saying, "I actually like to believe in Barbatos. His stories are so interesting like have you heard about the one where Barbatos ruined a prized tablecloth during a meeting of all the archons? There was red wine all over the place!"

"See it's stuff like that, what kind of God do you know would do something like that?"

And Venti just kind of shrugs, "Maybe it's more likely than you think."

I'd like to imagine his s/o is like talking to Diluc and Diluc thinks Venti's partner is already privy to the knowledge that said lover is a god. So like a random patron says thank the anemo archon or something and in a huff reader is all like sure whatever and Diluc says some shit like,

"Wow, Venti's been putting you through the ringer lately hasn't he. Not that it's any of my business though."

And Reader's all, "What do you mean? Me and Venti are fine."

And Diluc goes, "Well you didn't seem to enjoy hearing him mentioned just now so I assumed a bit." He looks away for a second to set a clean glass down and when he looks back up Reader is like 😳

The second Reader finds Venti and sees him softly sat beneath the Windrise tree it's like all that anger starts to cease. Reader stomps up and Venti's eyes stop on his troubled lover's face.

He stands and turns to look at his partner, "What's the matter, you look out of breath.."

The conversation was supposed to be simple. Reader had thought about what to say all the way there but the actual words came out differently, "How could you lie to me?"

Venti's more than a little taken aback. He side steps and blinks trying to piece together exactly what Reader thinks he hasn't been honest about. "Lie to you? What do you think I lied to you about?"

"You're Barbatos."

And finally his secret is on the table. He honestly wants to chuckle just kind of clear the weird atmosphere but he just sort of scratches behind his head. "Oh.. that.."

"How could Diluc know but I didn't?" Reader continues

"Love.." He takes your hand hoping you don't snatch it away and he feels a warmth in his chest when you don't. "I wasn't quite sure how to tell you. I had a dilemma on my hands you had your own preconceived notions and you should be allowed to question what others believe in. Had you known you might've immediately begun to love Barbatos simply because he's a part of your lover. Which I don't think is fair to either of us." He cups reader's chin to force their eyes to meet. His smile is gentle, reassuring and loving. "But you're my most important person ever.. so I'll tell you everything about Barbatos now that the cat is officially out of the bag."

"You just let me insult you.." Reader sighs into Venti's shirt. "I want to know everything! Tell me everything I want to love Barbatos the way I love Venti."

[mightyflamethrower]

What shameless act or felonious activity was not evidenced on Hunter Biden's laptop? Racist attitudes toward Asians? Soliciting prostitution? Felonious use of drugs? Photographed nudity and perverse sex? Admissions to illicit foreign shakedowns?

Hunter accused his father, President Joe Biden, of also being on the foreign take: "I hope you all can do what I did and pay for everything for this entire family... Unlike Pop, I won't make you give me half your salary."

Hunter's alleged felonies range from bribery to tax evasion. That he has not yet been prosecuted for anything is scandalous. His exemption is attributable only to Attorney General Merrick Garland's likely weaponized directives to federal prosecutors to downgrade or forget altogether felony charges against Hunter.

So, given such wild behavior, why would Hunter not tone it down, stop the global grifting, cease the reckless behavior -- and quit redirecting attention to the likely illegal acts of his father, the president?

Why did he not just settle the child support suit filed by his paramour, Lunden Roberts? Why haggle over money for his own daughter?

Hunter instead outrageously claimed near poverty. That excuse was hilarious, given he flies on private jets and pays nearly $16,000 a month to rent a house in tony, celebrity-ridden Malibu.

Why did Hunter ever get involved with a performance stripper in the first place after his past widely publicized liaisons with prostitutes? Why also with his own widowed sister-in-law?

Given Hunter has little or no experience or training in high-stakes international finance and investment -- and thus has no market value as an investor or broker. But he was infamous for translating that nothingness into millions in lucre due solely to his ability to monetize the influence of then-Vice President Joe Biden.

So why now, when under 24/7 scrutiny, would Hunter dare recreate himself as an "artist" by blowing through straws in his mouth?

His amateurish canvasses somehow have sold for up to $500,000 a pop. Both Biden donors and gamers saw their buys of such mediocre art as gambits either to meet with or profit from his father, Joe Biden.

But would not his painting grift only bring greater prosecutorial scrutiny and more significant embarrassment to the president?

Hunter Biden's attorneys sought to leverage federal prosecutors into agreeing to drop their charges -- by threatening to call in as a pro-Hunter witness President Joe Biden himself and thereby likely invoke a constitutional crisis!

In such a scenario, the president under oath, would be forced to lie again that he had no knowledge of or involvement in Hunter's illegal behavior. Or if he admitted the truth that he did, he would thus contradict years of his adamant denials.

Why would Hunter put his father and president in such a publicity circus?

Hunter has lost an incriminating laptop by abandoning it at a repair shop. He has forgotten his crack pipe in a rental car. His illegally registered handgun turned up in a trash dumpster near a school.

So would not the carefree Hunter insist that all the Bidens in the spotlight remain extra careful never to abandon incriminating drugs -- especially in the White House?

Yet in a West Wing first, cocaine was recently found lost in an entrance vestibule. Various media outlets claimed it belonged to someone in the "Biden family orbit."

One of two things explain the continuous reckless behavior of wayward son Hunter Biden:

One, he is either still on drugs or so suffers from past addiction that he has lost all common sense and judgment and simply cannot control his behavior.

Or, two, Hunter is an embittered, angry son. As the Biden bagman for foreign shakedown cash, he did the dirty work and most risked the legal exposure that made all the Bidens rich.

Yet, instead of familial praise -- or so the broke Hunter seems to whine on his laptop --Hunter gets no respect from those he enriched.

And now he, not they, might first go to jail.

As a result, does his continuous recklessness send a not-so-subtle reminder to all the Bidens -- his father, the "Big Guy" especially?

That is, Hunter is not going to take the fall. He will not end up in prison for decades while the other exempt Bidens continue to enjoy their ill-gotten riches due to Hunter's imaginative cons.

No wonder the first family moved Hunter into the White House for months and put him on Air Force One.

Is it now, "Keep Hunter close and self-important -- or else"?

TOWNHALL (https://townhall.com/columnists/victordavishanson/2023/09/08/column-n2628142)

[authorautumnbanks]

How To Tame A Sorcerer (21)

Kagome stirs. Her body is pressed into the crevice of Satoru. The covers slide down as she raises herself into a sitting position. The glistening of gold catches her eye under the sliver of sunlight that peeks through. The heady musk of Satoru on her skin is dizzy. The soft snores rise and fall along with the cover.

She would remember wearing a ring or purchasing one for that matter.

"Satoru," she whispers, tilting her body towards him. When he doesn't stir, she pushes against his shoulder.

"Too early," he groans, turning over on his side and pulling the cover with him.

"Did you buy me a ring?" She pulls on the cover; her hands go white from gripping it so tightly. "Satoru."

"M'yeah. Nanami is coming by later," he says, with sleep coating his words.

"I don't know who that is." She lets the cover go; the morning chill settles into her legs. The weight of the ring is heavy on her finger. "A friend?"

"Fellow sorcerer. One that I trust." He yawns and sits up. "I've got another trip and I won't be able to take you with me this time." Satoru throws the cover over her and moves closer.

"How long?" She settles against him, stares at the intricate patterns on the ring. She wonders if the blue diamonds were a deliberate choice.

"A week at most. Depends on how annoying the curse is."

"And...?"

"It's not a proposal. You'd be the first to know."

"So, it's just a gift? No ulterior motives?" The sunlight catches his eyes, and she realizes that yes, the blue diamonds were deliberate.

"You think the worst of me."

"I think that you are territorial."

"Ah, then I should stake my claim then." Deft fingers rub circles into her thighs. His hand moves up. "Why are you wearing shorts?" He pouts.

"Sorry to disappoint."

"You can make it up to me."

Sleep still clings to him. The gruffness in his voice sends shivers down her spine. She squeaks at the suddenness in which he has her on her back. Her skin flushes, she's sure her whole face is red. "Where are your clothes?"

"On the floor," he says, cheerily. There's a hamper in the room and yet he misses it every day. "Gone-chan," he gasps, pushing two fingers against her, "you're all wet. We should get you out of these."

She inhales. Smoke and the scent of pine trees stir a hunger in her. She pulls his face down to hers, kisses him slowly. The need to commit every shaky breath to her memory overtakes her. "Did you run into that volcano curse again?"

Satoru hums as he leans back, sliding her shorts and underwear off with ease. "No, but it did have an affinity for fire." He resumes humming as he wraps her legs around him and bends over to take her mouth once more.

"Go ahead," she answers his wordless question. The ripping of her tank top cuts through the room. Her moan is sharp enough to cut glass. It's too much how he stretches her past her limits. Satoru throws the tattered remains of her shirt onto the floor.

The bed creaks underneath them to a rhythmic beat. He rocks into her slowly. Kagome arches, tries to meet his thrust, but he splays a large hand over her stomach. She runs her own down the planes of his torso, down his neck and arms. Whenever she can reach, her hands roam, memorizing every detail.

How easy it is to forget with his carefree attitude that, under all the layers of his everyday expectations, hides taunt lines of a sinewy, perfectly carved predator. She bucks her hips once more. Grabbing a hold of his white locks, she pulls him closer and nips his bottom lip.

"Careful," he warns, his eyes glint with danger.

"I'm not fragile. Stop acting as if you're going to break me."

He pulls out. Her first reaction is a noise of indignation. The second is a muffled cry as her face hits the pillows. And the third is a series of chants as his name flows from her tongue with reckless abandon. He sets a bruising pace, caging her in. Satoru's arm wraps around her. Her chin rests in the crease of his elbow, her eyes water from the pressure on her throat.

"You cryin, Gome-Chan?" he mocks. The warm breath on her cheek just makes her more fevered.

"Too—"

"Such a good girl, taking me so well," he coos. Her body seizes. The orgasm hits her so hard that the overflow forces him out. "Fuck." Satoru laughs.

Her body twitches. She thinks that she'd fall over if not for the hold he has on her. Her breaths come out ragged. Kagome closes her eyes, enjoying the vibrations that come along with his laughter.

"Gome-Chan?"

"Hm?" She thinks that she could fall back asleep. Her limbs feel so light, as though she is suspended in the air. Her pulse skips a beat, trying to match the beat of his.

"We're not done," he whispers, lowering his arm down and pinching her nipples until she hisses. He surges forward and she spasms, her body not yet over the aftershocks of the last orgasm.

"Satoru!" She tries to get the words, 'wait or please' out. All she can manage is a strangled cry. She's so far gone. She barely registers when he flips her back over onto her back. His hair sticks to his forehead, and there's a light sheen of sweat on his chest. Her nose twitches as more of his natural scent infiltrates her senses. Her eyes struggle to stay open, her legs tremble, and she's so overstimulated that she barely registers the intermingling fluids leaking out of her.

"Sorry," he says, brushing his lips against hers.

"You aren't sorry at all."

"Huh? They aren't fading," he remarks, staring at his arms.

"Scratches don't fade that fast."

"I've got my reversed curse technique running on autopilot." His face breaks out into a huge smile. He moves back, grabs a hold of her thighs, and pushes both her legs back. Her ass sits perched on his chest, his mouth suctions to her lips.

"A-again?"

He pauses for a moment, peers down at her, and spells 'again' with his tongue.

She'll need the week he's gone just to recover.

[whole-wheat-trolls]

Tempered in Fire Pt. II

Fine steel is not made quickly. Once it is forged it needs to be tempered, kept at high heat for long periods of time. Like all things it does not always go perfectly, the heat can warp your blade before it has finished, leaving the only option, to return it to the fire, fix the imperfection, and attempt to temper it once again. A good sword, once finely tempered, will flex before it breaks, take an edge better, and be easier to fix any damage that does occur. Unfortunately, the more attempts at tempering, the more strain you put the blade under, the more likely it is to crack the next attempt.

"Bouros, what is this," asks a young Lilian. She had been made to expect toys, warm clothes, and books from her lusus.

"Why, it is my gift to you this perigee, my child. This sword will very well save your life one day," the giant serpent that is one of Lilian's lusii, Bouros, moves in to the light of their hive. Clawed digits push the sword in her direction, sensing apprehension. The child before him looks down, unable to understand. She is only 3 and a half sweeps old.

"You and your brother are mutants, Lilian. The world is against you. Aurora and myself can not shield you from that fact forever," says the serpent, "I will teach you, so you need not be scared." She is still not sure what she would be scared of, but the words stick to her like glue. She would ask Aurora later, a lusii twin to Bouros what she should make of it.

"You must do what you think is right," Aurora said, in trying to be impartial she had decidedly chosen the wrong thing to say. Bouros's language, always cherry picked just right to make the young troll err on the side of caution, stuck in her head.

"I think... I will learn. I don't want anything to happen to Nils," the decision was made. Lilian's new year would be spent with Bouros, and the finest sword money could buy.

It was not bad, Lilian enjoyed spending the time with her Lusus, despite the clunky piece of steel in her hands. He instructed her on many things she found funny at that age, like how your legs should be a certain distance apart, and how you should walk with the same leg forward the entire time. When it came to striking she swung with reckless abandon, no matter the instruction. Her tireless nature gave hope to Bouros that she would be like her ancestor yet, the pride of that great serpent he wished to recapture, if just for a moment.

"A tournament? Like the medieval times," questioned Lilian, now four sweeps old. Aurora had gotten her a stuffed toy, her brother Nils had made her breakfast, and Bouros gave her a request.

"Yes, precisely. Now that you are old enough to attend it only makes sense, aren't you curious where you would place," the snake hides its intention well, it would be an indicator to if she truly could be as great as her ancestor. "I want you to join, it will be good for you."

With no reason to say no, a young Lilian agreed to participate. Unfortunately she did know she would be alone, their lusii too massive to occupy a public space, and Nils having been told to stay behind, surely in another lesson for his schooling. He never had problems with reading or numbers like Lilian did, and when Bouros wasn't instructing her, he was tutoring Nils. Lilian returned late that night, greeted by her brother first.

"Lily! Did you have fun," Nils asked, already smiling. She indeed did have fun, and said as much, "I knew you would," her brother told her after. Their lightheartedness continued, all the way to the chamber that housed their massive lusus, where Nils froze outside the door, and excused himself.

Pushing through the doors Lilian prepared to show her accomplishment, but the energy felt different. Bouros opened a bright, slitted eye to look through her.

"Well, Lilian, how did you do?"

"I had fun, I met a lot of-"

"I do not care for who you met, or if you had fun right now. Tell me what you placed in the tournament, like I had asked."

"I placed fifth," she suddenly felt ashamed of it, like she had truly done something wrong.

"Fifth. The descendant of Susano could manage only fifth?"

"There was sixteen people... fifth isn't that bad," she tried to reason, but reason was not among the serpents venerable traits.

"Are you calling me wrong Lilian? Did you try? Or have you forgotten why I am teaching you this skill Lilian?" She would try to speak up, but be silenced by the misplaced wrath of her lusus. "I am allowing you to learn under terms that are not so dire Lilian, but perhaps I need to change that if you are convinced that fifth place skills could save you and your brother's life out there."

Confused and scared, Lilian offered a quiet, shaky apology, and the promise that she would work harder in the future. A decision that would be found to be decidedly wrong, once again.

[foreversecrets]

What Burrows in the Boroughs: 4

What Burrows in the Boroughs Masterlist

Rating: Mature

Summary: Riley was just a 25 year old working full time as a nanny to pay her expense of being a medical student when she meets Sarah Rogers and her very attractive father, her life takes some interesting turns after that.

Pairing: Mob Steve Rogers x OC

Status: Ongoing

“Steve has a friend who's good with that kind of stuff, she kept my phone. Which is okay with me, the whole situation made me not want a phone anymore but Steve convinced me to join his plan with a new number.” Riley explained to Audrey as they stopped at the coffee cart on campus.

“That’s a fancy new phone,” Audrey’s tone was slightly accusatory as she pointed to the device in Riley’s hand.

“It’s Steve’s old one, he hadn’t got around to recycling it yet so it worked out.”

“It’s pretty expensive, are you sure you haven’t slept with him?”

“We have not had sex!” Riley snapped, his raised tone drawing a few people's attention causing her to head to a bench.

Audrey had been pesting about Steve since she found out about him and her question ranged from flat out rude to disgusting. This past weekend she’d ended up sending the night at his place, not in his bed they’d both agreed until this whole stalker situation was resolved they wouldn’t have sex. She’d stayed in his guestroom, wanted to sleep in his own bed with him, not for anything adult themed just to have the embrace of another while she slept. She was a big cuddler, Becca would oftentimes sneak into her room to snuggle at night and those were some of her favorite evenings. Riley explained to Steve how dirty the photo had made her feel-even though she’d done nothing wrong, Steve understood and promised her that the physical aspect of their relationship was fully under her control.

“Why are you so anti-Steve? You haven’t even met him.”

“I’m not anti-Steve, I’m worried about you dating right now. Aren’t you getting ready to switch to emergency medicine?”

“I am and I’m good with time management.”

“And what about me? I haven’t got more than ten minutes since you started dating.”

Riley studied her, was she serious right now? How many nights had Audrey dragged her to a bar she didn’t want to go to and then ditched her for a one night stand? How many nights had Audrey put her into uncomfortable situations and never once offered an apology. Riley had always written Audrey’s behavior off as being young and reckless.

“You’re one to talk.” Audrey picked up on the annoyance in Riley’s tone, realized she needed to backpedal and regain control over her.

Don’t be like that, I just want-”

“I’m an adult, if I fuck up that’s my progrative!” Riley snapped, ending the conversation by abandoning Audrey and heading to the Reynolds car in the lot. Usually she borrowed their car to get to school, they’d offered many times with different ideas on assisting her in buying a vehicle of her own but a car was something Riley wanted to do completely on her own. She’d actually found one that was planned to test drive this weekend that was in her price range.

When she walked up to the car she found sunflowers resting on the hood. Smiling, she grabbed them and slid into the car already pulling up Steve’s contact.

“Hey sweetheart, heading home?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to thank you for the flowers you left on my car.”

“What flowers?”

Her stomach churned, she dropped the flowers into the passenger seat and opened the card. Photos of her sleeping in Steve’s guestroom, cooking with Sarah and Steve in his kitchen, and a photo of her and Steve crying by his front gate were included with the note.

You don’t need to be angry with me, I would never hurt you. I’m sorry I upset you but I want you to know I forgive you for your unauthorized sleepover at the Rogers Residence.

Riley pushed open the car door and vomited on the pavement, ignoring Steve’s voice coming through the car speakers. He no doubt could hear her vomiting but she was developing a helpless feeling. Even with Natasha investigating the original message this creep was still able to get to her, to invade her privacy.

“Baby what’s going on?”

Riley took a deep breath, pulled herself back into the car, and gathered herself before responding to Steve. “Creep sent me flowers. Steve, there’s pictures of us from this weekend … Sarah’s in one of them.” Guilt began creeping through her.

“Come to my house, Riley. Stay with Sarah and I tonight.”

“I can’t, I’m endangering Sarah the more time I spend around her.”

“No, don’t think about it that way, this isn’t your fault. Besides, my house has an amazing security system, you’ve seen it.”

“What if this guy decides the messages aren’t enough? What if he turns jealous? I don’t want you or Sarah to get hurt.”

“Baby you’re upset, let me be a good boyfriend and take care of you. I promise, this asshole can’t get to anyone under my roof.”

“I have to call the Reynolds and make sure they don’t need me tonight.”

“If they do, and they’re okay with it, Rebecca can stay the night as well.”

“I’ll let you know.”

“Please drive safe, sweetheart.”

An hour later Riley was tucked into Steve’s left side, Sarah on his right side while Disney played on the television. Becca safe at home, Riley was able to bury her face into Steve’s shoulder and relax. Wry of Sarah’s presence, she made sure her crying was discret though Steve picked up on it. When she’d arrived, Steve had taken the flowers, photos, and notes to handle it while Riley and Sarah made dinner for them all. Nat had found the original message originated from a Bronx area code. After dinner they’d moved into the living room, both Sarah and Riley looking up at him with big eyes asking for cuddles. He couldn’t remember a happier moment, maybe the day Sarah was born. He’d placed himself in the center seat of the couch (one he usually hated taking) and allowed his girls to snuggle into either side of him. Sarah put on a movie but Riley just buried herself into his shoulder, whispering venting to him she was sure Sarah was fully invested in the movie.

Wrapped in Steve’s arms she felt torn, it was about a month now since the creeper started leaving her messages. It seemed like her stalker was waiting for her fear to subside or for her to get complacent and then he’d send a new message to remind her she wasn’t free. Within the Rogers Residence, within Steve’s arms she felt safe, untouchable because of the power Steve excluded, the security system, and the gun safe. She felt cherished, worth the hassle she was currently causing him. Then she’d see Sarah smile at something, the guilt would hit her hard, knocking the wind out of her. She rationalized if she went home she’d be putting the whole, unaware Reynolds family at risk. Then she’d slip onto a merry go round train of thought, it was a no win scenario-Rogers or Reynolds? Neither choice sat well with her. The Reynolds were like her family, she’d been around them long enough to potty train Rebecca, she’d celebrated holidays and birthdays with them. But the Rogers? She couldn’t deny it, she was in love with Steve and she absolutely adored Sarah. Which family would it hurt the least to lose? I’d rather I be the only one to suffer, she thought but that wasn’t right either. This wasn’t some grand punishment she’d earned for being a vile person, she was an innocent victim.

“You’re thinking too hard,” Steve whispered into the top of her hair, looking down at her.

“Why me? There are far more attractive women in this world. Better personalities. Why does this guy want to torment me?” her voice was a whisper. Looking down she noticed Sarah had fallen asleep but she didn’t want to wake her.

His knee jerk reaction was to rebudd there being better options than her but that seemed counterproductive. To agree with her didn’t seem wise for their long term relationship. So Steve settles with kissing her temple and promising they would find this asshole. Another twenty minutes passed before Steve picked a snoring Sarah up in his arms and took her upstairs tucking her into bed.

Riley met him at the top of the stairs, “Can I sleep with you? Not for sex just, I feel better the closer I am to you.”

“You never have to ask,” he smiled, placing a soft kiss on her lips. He took her hand and led to his room where they cuddled up in bed together, falling asleep in each other's embrace.

***

With Bucky still handling the Wakanda situation, it felt wrong for them to call a meeting but Natasha insisted upon the importance. So the Howling Commandos gather in the conference room of their city office, Bucky on the computer monitor setup in his usual seat to Steve’s right, Sam on his left and the rest of the crew getting a seat where they could. With a few housekeeping matters reviewed, he opened the floor for Natasha who gave him an apologetic look before beginning.

“We know Hydra’s been pushing into Queens, but this more of a personal issue with Hydra presenantly.” Nat tapped at her tablet to connect to the projector, a personal file of someone vaguely familiar to Steve popped up. “They are in Brooklyn already. This is Audrey Collins, she is posing as a college student studying economics but she’d actually,” a few taps and the screen changed to display several photos of her with known Hydra affiliates. “Records indicate Brock Rumlows is her uncle but I was unable to verify that information but he has been training her since childhood.”

“Audrey Collins?” Steve's tone was calm as he met Natasha’s gaze, ignoring the photos changed on the screen to one of Riley and Adurey out drinking at a bar.

“Audrey’s the one who sent the test, took all those photos, and sent the flowers. “

“Now I’m lost,” Buck’s voice rang in Steve’s ear, Nat couldn’t meet Steve's intense gaze. Steve felt nauseous, the person Riley claimed to be her best friend was causing her to suffer and she was doing it intentionally, nevermind the fact that she was part of Hydra.

“Riley Riggins is a medical student at the same university and Audrey’s … mission? Obsession is probably a better word. She was tasked with convincing Riley to switch her focus to emergency medicine which as of Monday was successful. Upon graduation Audrey is supposed to recruit her to Hydra.”

Steve’s fists clenched under the table as Nat scrolled quickly through Audrey’s personal gallery; she had hundreds of photos of Riley in various states of awareness and dress. Audrey was in Riley’s life before he was but he hadn’t done his due diligence in protecting her. He knew better than to be so negligent, he’d done a background check on Riley and Mr. Reynolds (his insecurities getting the better of him) but no one else in her life.

“It looks like somewhere along the way Riley stopped being a mission to Audrey and became-”

“Stop!” Steve snapped. “We get the picture.” He seethed, trying to regain control of his emotions. His crew stared at him with varying emotions of confusion and worry. He couldn’t keep Riley to himself anymore, not after this bombshell of information was released. His men wouldn’t understand the significance of the situation.

“Riley Riggins has been receiving frightening messages and sending indecent pictures of herself from Audrey it appears. Riley has been struggling with fear and guilt and just plain feeling of violation since this began.” he took a deep breath, everyone’s attention frimley on him. “And I know all this because Riley is my girlfriend.”

Silence.

He saw Nat’s eyes move to the computer monitor of Bucky and nod. The rest of the crew exchange looks ranging from disbelief to genuine surprise. Most of the crew had been around to see the effect Peggy had on him, they’d witnessed him pinning until Peggy initiated the relationship. Some were hopeful Steve could be happy and not have to endure the manipulation again. But he could tell from the looks on Sam and Bucky’s faces that his closest friends were going to give him the third degree once they had the chance. Sam was more curious while Bucky was in interrogation mode-he’d no doubt come down hard on Riley.

“Riley has not joined any crew and I don’t believe she has any intention to do so.” Nat clarified.

“She doesn’t, she doesn’t even know any of them exist. She hasn’t been exposed to the underbelly of New York,” Steve confirmed before he turned his harsh eyes on his men. “And it will stay that way until I deem otherwise, understood?” Several nods, a few grunts of acceptance. “I’ll handle separating Riley from Audrey, in the meantime I want a silent tail put on her for her protection. Sam I want you to handle the details, excluding Nat. Riley knows Nat, I don’t want to give her more reason for concern.”

Sam was already putting together a roster on his cell phone while Steve spoke.

“If Hydra’s interested in her, Audrey’s not going to be the only one watching over her.” Bucky sighed, apparently deciding his interrogation of his best friend and wife would have to wait until they were all back in the same time zone.

“I’m putting together files on people she associates with on a regular basis, anything her security tail finds would be helpful,” Nat looked to Sam who nodded.

“Buck, what’s the status of the negotiations?” Steve changed the subject.

The next two hours was spent relaying what the Wakandans wanted in exchange for their help, discussing terms, agreeing to some things but denying a few others that Buck would have to negotiate. When everyone had been dismissed Sam and Nat hung back, knowing Steve was more unsettled than he led on.

“How are you gonna handle the stalker?” Sam asked.

“She’s Riley’s best friend, you have to be careful.” Nat warned.

“I’m going to let her expose herself, those photos were on her personal cell right?” Nat nodded solemnly. “I’m throwing a party this weekend, invite the whole crew, warn them a Hydra asset will be present and she’s not to be harmed while present.”

[merakiui]

Heey saw requests were open so I couldn't help but come check out and ask! Will you be okay if you do a Xiao, Zhongli, Diluc and Childe with a S/O who tries to took a hit for them from getting killed by an enemy?

Xiao, Zhongli, Diluc, and Childe with an S/O who Shields Them From an Attack

☁️ Xiao ☁️

You dragged him along so that he could get some fresh air and help you with your commissions. Xiao would rather stay inside, but you seemed to want to spend time with him so it’s hard to object.

Xiao definitely tried to avoid going with you, but you had kissed his cheek and said it’s more fun if he accompanies you. His weak heart agreed right away.

So not only is he there to provide moral support and company, he’s also there to make sure you’re not going to do anything foolish.

He’s already defeated multiple enemies while you looked through crates for extra materials. If he were mortal, your carelessness probably would’ve shaved a few years off of his life.

He keeps telling you to pay attention and you say you are, but then you turn away and next thing you know an arrow comes whizzing past you.

Xiao’s picking up a damaged mask from the grassy ground, wiping the grime from it, when your shout alerts him. And before he knows it you’re tackling him to the ground.

He’s surprised and a little angry, snapping at you to be more careful. Your grip on his shirt tightens and he wonders what’s gotten into you.

When Xiao places his hand upon your back and finds the arrow sticking out of it, he freezes. You just...shielded him from an attack. And in the process you ended up getting hurt.

Warm blood coats his fingers and you’re doing all that you can to avoid bursting into tears in front of the stern adeptus. He sits up with you, wasting no time in swiftly defeating the archer hilichurl. His anger can be felt in the way he attacks mercilessly, showing no sign of letting up until the hilichurl has fallen to the ground.

Xiao can’t believe you, a mortal, would shield him, an immortal, from an arrow. He knows you love him, but to so readily take a hit for him—it’s surprising.

“You...” He wants to call you stupid, but you were only thinking of his safety. Instead he chooses to pacify you rather than berating you for something that has already happened. “You’re going to be okay. It doesn’t look that bad.”

He tends to your injuries to the best of his ability and then will bring you back to Wangshu for further inspection. Once the arrow is pulled out and your injury is cleaned and bandaged, tears finally spring from your eyes. It really, really hurts and you feel bad for making Xiao worry on your behalf.

He’s just relieved you’ll heal normally. But in the future he doesn’t want you to endanger yourself for his sake. After all, he’ll be perfectly fine if he takes a hit that would be fatal to most.

“I just don’t want to see you hurt,” you admit, placing your hand on his shoulder. “I know you’re an adeptus, but it would’ve hurt me more if I’d just let you get hit.”

Xiao sighs, taking your hand in his. “I guess it’s fine... Just don’t do it again, okay?” Deep inside, he’s truly touched that you would throw yourself in front of danger just to protect him, but he doesn’t want this to become a recurring thing for you. 

🔶 Zhongli 🔶

You had taken Zhongli out to find some Cor Lapis and other ores you were in desperate need of. He suggested buying them from the locals, but he didn’t bring any Mora and you knew of a few abandoned mines where you could get them for free.

With that logic cemented into place, you and Zhongli headed off for the areas you had marked on your map.

It wasn’t a difficult trip; the two of you worked diligently in clearing any enemies that got in your way and eventually you had made it to the first cave.

Zhongli was reciting the history of Liyue caves and their monetary benefits while you climbed over rubble and debris from past accidents. You’d almost tripped once, but he had caught you out of reflex, seemingly unbothered with your clumsiness.

All was going well. You’d mined a lot of ores with Zhongli’s help and the two of you were about to move onto the next cave when the ground above seemed to shake. Briefly, you glanced up, wondering what could be causing such a disturbance.

“We should be careful. There might be a Ruin Hunter around,” you told him as you navigated through the winding tunnel. Zhongli nodded in agreement with that, easily stepping over fallen stones.

Before you knew what was happening, the entire cave was shaking as another loud explosion resonated from above. Debris from above trickled down like snow and you cowered for a moment, expecting a cave-in.

It was silent for a few minutes and you figured the threat must’ve passed. Zhongli waited for a moment as he listened to the silent, musty air.

Just as you breathed your sigh of relief, the ground shook ten times harder than before, and stones larger than the ores you had mined were raining down at once.

The initial shock was more than enough to have you running for the entrance, pulling a very confused Zhongli along. A stone larger than your foot comes falling, and it’s about to hit Zhongli on the head.

To avoid an accident, you shove him to the front and the rock hits you instead of him. Luckily, it wasn’t on the head, but it did hit your ankle hard.

You’re worried you’ve sprained it after you fall to the ground, more stones pelting you. The next thing you know, Zhongli picks you up in his arms and carries you out of the cave before it can collapse entirely on the both of you.

Concerned for your safety, Zhongli observes your injuries. You’re bruised and your ankle does look sprained. He asks if you can stand and when you try he frowns. It looks like you’re going to need to rest up for a few days.

Zhongli will help you the rest of the way back, occasionally stopping so you can give your legs a rest. He expresses his gratitude and is rather surprised that you would go out of your way to take the hits of many stones and rocks.

Despite being thankful, Zhongli hopes you won’t do this again because he doesn’t like to see you in pain. If you’re hurt, he feels hurt and that’s the last thing he wants.  

🔥 Diluc 🔥

A group of slimes were hanging around the winery again and so Diluc went off to deal with the problem. He didn’t expect there to be so many, though.

You had tagged along just in case something like this were to happen. And even though Diluc is strong enough to handle so many enemies, these slimes just kept coming.

It was difficult to deal with all sorts of different slimes: Electro, Anemo, and even Cryo. Despite the fact that he didn’t want you to endanger yourself—he insisted he could handle it—you still did what you could to help.

Once you were certain all the slimes were defeated, Diluc sighed, leaning against his weapon to relax after so much fighting. His back was turned and he didn’t notice the large slime creeping up on him.

You jumped in just in time to prevent the slime from hurting him. It had been a quick reaction, one that you hadn’t thought through entirely.

The Cryo slime is freezing to the touch and as soon as it hits you an icy cold envelops you. You try to look strong in front of Diluc, but it’s just too much and you fall to your knees, shivering while the slime looms over you.

Diluc witnessed the entire thing when he first noticed you jump into action and he’s very surprised to find that last slime. He defeats it at once before dropping down to check your injuries.

You aren’t exactly wounded, but you are very cold. He’s ashamed at himself for not paying closer attention to his surroundings.

While Diluc is grateful that you protected him, he’s disappointed that you’d put yourself in harm’s way. You should’ve just let the slime hit him.

He sheds his coat and drapes it over you, using his own Pyro element to start a fire that’ll have you warm in no time.

“You didn’t have to do that. But...thank you. Next time don’t do anything reckless. You’ll hurt yourself,” he says while checking your body temperature.

“But I wanted to keep you safe, Diluc! You already defeated so many slimes. That last one could’ve done some serious damage.”

He’s touched that you’d worry about him, but he doesn’t want you to do something like that again. It’s upsetting that you got harmed as a result of him and he wants to make sure you’re truly okay.

You drag Diluc under his coat so that his body heat can warm you up faster. And even though he tries to get out of it, he doesn’t complain too much.

It’s hard to be upset at the person he loves so much, especially if they were the one who protected him.

💧 Childe 💧

You and Childe were picking through some ruins, searching for chests and other valuable materials. You were careful to avoid any enemies, as the last thing you wanted to do was fight a bunch of slimes and hilichurls.

Childe fought them in your place, eagerly defeating them while you remained on the sidelines.

Everything was going well until the two of you stumbled upon a Ruin Guard that was slumped over, docile and not yet awake. Childe looked over at you and then at the Ruin Guard and then back at you, grinning madly the entire time.

You could only face palm and shake your head, grabbing his arm and gesturing in another direction. You’d encountered enough monsters today; you definitely didn’t want to waste your energy on a rust bucket. But Childe, who had only been fighting small enemies up until this point, was itching for a bigger opponent.

So he rushed ahead despite your quiet protests. And you were stuck having to watch as he sparred with the Ruin Guard.

You would’ve left it up to him if you hadn’t noticed the second Ruin Guard awakening from its slumber, having been disturbed by the commotion.

One Ruin Guard was already an issue, but now you’ve got to deal with two. You can only sigh as you run in to defeat the second one, hoping it won’t take up too much of your time.

Missiles are everywhere; they’ve nearly destroyed the ground and have cracked the already eroded stone pathways. You’ve nearly fallen victim to them a few times now and if it weren’t for Childe’s quick thinking you would’ve been crushed by their mechanical feet.

The first Ruin Guard falls before the two of you in a heap of exhausted, overheated gears and Childe twirls his bow, a glint of madness of his gaze.

You would’ve called it a day if it weren’t for the other Guard aiming for him, missiles completely locked onto his form.

Without thinking, you jump into action, pushing Childe away before he can be hit. In the process, the missiles slam into the rock formation above you and it comes tumbling down in a dusty rumble.

Now it’s Childe’s turn to save you and he’s quick on his feet, pulling you away before you can be buried under heavy stone. The two of you tumble and you scrape your arms and legs in the fall, doing all that you can to shield your boyfriend before he seriously injures himself.

A particular sharp piece of rubble slices the length of your arm and while Childe recovers to finish off the Ruin Guard you clutch your injured arm to stop the blood flow.

Once the Ruin Guard is defeated, Childe goes over to you, bending down to get a look at your arm. “It’s definitely going to need some work,” he jokes, hoping to put a smile on your face. “Don’t worry. I’ll have it patched up in no time. You can count on it.”

And while he wraps it up, he thanks you for your help. Without it, he would’ve been the one with more injuries than you. And even though he doesn’t mind getting hurt in a battle he doesn’t want you to injure yourself as well. So next time you want to protect him, make sure you won’t hurt yourself in the process!