#that all lead to this. is making me crazy. its making me crazy.

[henry7931]

Don’t F*ck With The Boss

Luca:

Being the boss really has its perks, you know. And now it looks like I’m going to be the boss for a very long time— especially after taking care all of the rats in my circle.

So I guess you’re wonderin’ how a young fella like me is running such a big underground organization. Well… I haven’t always been this young or even looked like this.

Actually a few weeks ago, I was a 58 year old Italian guy. Well respected in my community but some of the guys working for me didn’t like the way I ran things.

So what did those fella do? They ran to the cops and gave them enough to get me arrested.

You know, these guys know a bunch of things but not everything. Especially my secret weapon, Magic.

I know it sounds goofy but I’ve obtained a bunch of ancient magical artifacts. And one of those pieces gives me the power to do a little switcheroo with any one of my choosing.

And when I found out that one of my right hand guys, Jack, was leading my take down for my spot…

Well that’s how I got this sweet new body of mine.

You see Jack has 3 sons and I had my eyes set on his oldest one.

Now, I’m not completely evil here. I know Jack’s son didn’t do anything to cause this.

So I put Jack in my body which is now behind bars. And his son is in a body that I know will satisfy him.

I know this because I talked to Jack’s son and gave him his options. And luckily he selected the right one.

He takes a handsome body around his age that is very wealthy, doesn’t ask any questions…while his dad gets sent to prison in mine.

And it’s funny because I could have taken any body I wanted but really— I just wanted Jack to know that I’m now his possessing his son’s body.

And boyyyy am I loving it!!!

I wake up in the morning feeling amazing! No back pain, no stiffness— well other than my new dick.

And you wanna know what’s crazy? I’m no longer attracted to women. Just men. I guess Jack’s son was gay. And what’s even crazier is that I prefer it.

I recently discovered my new found love for male feet. I like to think I have a very sexy new pair of them.

My new feet are hairy and my toes look perfect. The soles of them are soft to the touch and the smell after a long day really turns me on.

And you know what else turns me on? Having guys worship them.

The rest of those traitors are all facing there punishment. I swapped them into a bunch of twinkish looking guys and they all have certain new jobs now.

For instance, take Julius here— prior to his little stunt, he was 6 foot, 270 pounds of muscle, and could beat up just about anyone. A real Goon.

Now his job is to goon over my perfect feet! And I know he likes it, I watch him sniff and kiss them. And I always notice the tent growing in his pants.

I just know for a guy like that, it has to be humiliating. I set specific rules for him and the others— they serve me, cook for me, clean for me, do my laundry. None of them can’ cum without my permission.

And if one of them steps out of line— I pull out another magical item I have with me. A very special knife that can detach anyone’s body parts without hurting them.

One of them has already tried it with me. Running his mouth… well that one lost his ‘body’ privilege for a couple of weeks.

He should have been smart and kept his mouth shut. Because I’m starting to prefer him this way.

I discovered without his dumb cute head attached his body will do whatever I say. So I’ll bring his body to bed with me at night and have my fun.

And I don’t have to hear anything from it. It’s even a nice cuddle buddy at night.

I guess it really does pay to be the boss and now that I have all of this power, youth, and soon to be wealth. I’m thinking about making this operation bigger.

Potentially swapping all of my team with ‘non suspicious’ good looking guys. If I do that then no one would ever suspect a thing!

Hmmmm… not a terrible idea. I’ll have to think that one over.

In the meantime, I’m going to take this sexy headless body, all of my boys, and have an amazing orgy.

And hell— I might even let all of them cum. But not until I blow my load 😆

[scorpiossslut]

Sweetheart Syndrome— Rafe Cameron.

part two here.

Sweetheart Syndrome (n.)

A psychological phenomenon in which affection is used as a weapon - often characterized by one person's obsessive devotion masked as tenderness, leading the other to mistake control for love. Typically occurs in relationships where the lines between protection and possession become dangerously blurred.

pairing: bestfriend!rafe x reader

summary: Rafe and reader have always been inseparable - best friends since childhood, their bond seeming unbreakable. But when Rafe's affection for her morphs into something darker, he will stop at nothing to make her his. She is blissfully unaware of the darkness growing within him, finds herself caught between love and fear, unsure of where Rafe ends and she begins. As his manipulation tightens, she struggles to hold on to the person she once was.

Author's note: This is kind of based on the first fic ive written about Rafe Cameron. But like... in the way that it has similar themes. Also inspired by YOU. Anyway, enjoy xoxo💋

Warnings: possessive!rafe, borderline obsessive, crazy!rafe, violence, thoughts of murder, unprotected sex.

1. Unspoken Boundaries

"Some of the most dangerous people are the ones who pretend to be normal."

Song: "House of Balloons/Glass Table girls" - The Weeknd.

It started like every other summer before it. Salt on skin. Sand in shoes. Laughter echoing across the dunes.

The Pogues were causing a ruckus down at the Boneyard. The Kooks were throwing another party by the docks, where empty beer cans clinked against the dock wood and cigarettes lit up under the stars. Rafe Cameron stood on the edge of the crowd, drink in hand, head slightly tilted as he watched her.

Seventeen. Green-eyed. Tan-skinned from too many afternoons lying on the hood of his car, too many days falling asleep on his shoulder during movies they'd already seen a thousand times.

"Yo, Rafe," Kelce's voice broke into his thoughts. "You seriously gonna stand there all night and stare at her like a serial killer?"

Topper barked a laugh. "Dude, you're embarrassing yourself."

Rafe didn't even flinch. His eyes didn't leave her.

"She's drunk."

Kelce shrugged. "So is everyone. She's just dancing."

"She doesn't dance."

"She does now," Topper said, nodding towards her, who was laughing and spinning in the sand with a red Solo cup in hand, her hair wild around her shoulders.

A guy — some random local - twirled her by the wrist. She let him.

Rafe's jaw clenched.

Kelce nudged Topper. "Ten bucks says he loses his mind in the next five minutes."

Rafe didn't hear them. His drink was forgotten. So was the music.

She stumbled a little and reached out instinctively- her hand landing on Rafe's arm like a magnet that always found its match.

"Rafey!" she squealed, her eyes lighting up like he'd been gone for months, not watching her the entire time. "Why are you all the way over here?"

"Why are you drunk?" he countered flatly.

She rolled her eyes and threw both arms around his neck. "Because it's summer, Rafe. And you're no fun."

He didn't hug her back at first. Then he did - slowly, possessively, his hand sliding low on her back. She didn't notice. She never noticed.

"Don't call me that," he muttered, even as she leaned her face against his shoulder.

"But it's cute." She looked up at him, her pretty, green eyes shimmering. "You look mad. Are you mad?"

He didn't answer.

Behind them, the guy she'd been dancing with approached again, hesitating.

"Hey, you good?" the guy asked, not even looking at Rafe. Big mistake.

Rafe stepped forward. "She's fine."

The guy looked confused. "I was just—"

"She doesn't need anything from you," Rafe snapped.

Leah blinked between them. "Rafe, stop. You're being weird."

"I'm not." His tone was dead calm, but his fingers twitched.

The guy raised both hands and backed away. She sighed, pushing her hair back. "You scare people sometimes, you know that?"

"Good," he muttered. "Keeps the wrong ones away."

She didn't hear the way he said it. Not really.

Instead, she smiled - that blinding, dizzy smile - and hooked her pinky around his. "Come on. I'm bored."

He let her drag him toward the fire, her hand warm in his.

And he thought, You'll never know what you do to me.

Not yet.

But you will.

[hauntingsunshine14]

summer olympics 2028 in a universe with no exy we have:

star gymnast neil josten

heavyweight champion andrew minyard

tennis pro kevin day

rugby goddess allison reynolds

d pole laxer matt boyd

marathon swimmer renee walker

volleyball libero aaron minyard

hockey forward dan wilds

synchronized diver nicky hemmick

[flovoid]

WTH. SINCE WHEN I REACHED 1K FOLLOWERS IN SIMBLR WHAT-

[in-fair-verona-we-set-our-scene]

Something I really adore about Minthara is she's the only companion--and honestly the only major character really--who truly brings the horror and tragedy of what is being done to the True Souls to the forefront, and reveals just what an awful fate you and the companions avoided by mere chance. Because at that point you're mostly thinking about turning into an illithid and true destruction of the self, not how you would've been a True Soul--but still you--slaughtering your way across the countryside like every other infected.

Because it doesn't matter how good or noble or strong-willed you are. Every companion, from Astarion to Wyll, would've been willing to commit atrocities in the Absolute's name were it not for the Prism.

The way she describes the Absolute is so insidious. How she had no choice, or more accurately her mind had been warped to the point that whatever the Absolute wanted was the best choice she could ever make. Minthara is Minthara, she expresses absolutely no shame for some truly horrid things and proudly claims evil actions taken in the name of survival or faith as her own, and yet what she did under the Absolute's control is what she outright rejects as being in any way her fault. The way Orin tormented her and then it was remembered as something revelatory, divine, rather than a moment of fear and violation, is so fucked up. Minthara is such a genuinely proud woman, so seeing her so affected and her declaration that she'd rather die than have her mind and agency stolen again, is very disturbing.

There are a few moments where the True Souls get a bit of narrative sympathy and humanity. Those siblings outside of the Grove for example. But Minthara is the one who truly brings home how every True Soul is a person who has been taken and violated and exploited with no real say or ability to resist. They are victims and their Chosen-ness is almost a mocking parody of the relationship between the gods (Bhaal, Myrkul, Bane, Shar, Mystra, Vlaakith) and their Chosen (Durge and Orin, Ketheric, Gortash, Shadowheart, Gale, Lae'zel) where the entire farce and delusion of it is laid out for us to see. At the very least the vampire spawn have some sort of will outside of their master, the True Souls don't even get that. And you still have to kill them.

Very fitting for the tragedy-horror theme of the 2nd Act though.

[chocottang]

the more i think abt goldica the more i like it

[maldupay]

people are of course free to feel how they want about things regarding isat and what parts of the story/characters/gameplay etc they like and dislike.. Hell i sure have things i dislike along with all my love for the game. but i feel like a lot of the grievances i've seen about the artbook are just taking something that's clearly a joke too seriously, in an extra content book that's just meant to show some behind the scenes and creators thoughts. Like komaeda's in this book ok lets chill out

[themyscirah]

I should make a post about how insane Diana being chosen as champion is at one point. Like yes ik in most versions it was an anonymous competition but like the sheer level of trust and hope and desire for reconciliation and peace that comes with that gesture is a so insane to me. Hippolyta the woman that you are...

[burnedbehavior]

thinking about the queen. the weight of the world is on her shoulders and its all falling apart and literally what can she do about it? the three people she entrusted to help her make things Good , better than they were before , have fallen back into their old ways, or similarly worse ways, or maybe even worse ways than they were before. if the batter hadn't showed up, would she have tried to talk with the guardians? does she recognize, or acknowledge what the world has turned into? does she even care enough to change anything, or is it "good enough" to just leave be until it inevitably falls apart? is it ever going to fall apart? or is it all perfectly balanced on "this sucks so much, but things are still running, no one bump the jenga tower"? she makes me sick in the head. i love her so much and theres just so many different ways to think about her and what is going through her head.

[arolesbianism]

Oxygen not included tag situation is getting DIRE I just had someone come at me and try to tell me to me face that nothing ingame states or implies the printing pod is sentient. You will not disrespect Olivia’s name in this manner…

Hhhholy shit I. How. I cannot even fathom how one could make such a bold statement without pulling out any sort of source considering literally everything in game far more than implies all of that and more. Me when I fucking lie. Me when I start making shit up. Me when I ignore multiple entire sections of the database. Me when I haven't played the video game. I'm so sorry for your loss and let it be known that however you handled that I would have handled it worse I am already at my wits end with more reasonable misunderstandings there's a reason I deliberately don't go talk to other oni fans my poor heart can't take the risk let alone the actuality

[1hyunjae]

Just had the worst panic attack of my life

[jinwoosungs]

04/21/25; 07:30pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ they catch you while you’re ovulating ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

notes: don’t mind me, i just got a short burst of inspiration with all these ovulation memes 🙂‍↕️

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

sylus was the first to awaken when he felt you straddling at his waist. he doesn’t open his eyes, but chooses instead to lay in wait for you. his breathing was slow and even, further accentuating his act of remaining asleep.

the silky material of your nightgown was felt sliding down his chest, his breathing hitching in response to such a seductive sensation. it takes a herculean effort for his eyes to remain closed when he feels your hot breath against his skin.

yet his façade quickly vanishes the moment your lips latch on to his chest, feeling the way your tongue curls around his nipple while letting out a low hiss in response. when he fully wakes up did you move away from him, onyx eyes meeting with your innocent gaze as your fingertips trace at his hard wall of muscle.

“what’s gotten you so riled up, kitten?” sylus asks you, delving his fingers into your hair. you don’t answer him for a few beats, licking at your bottom lip as the onychinus leader follows each movement of your tongue. “i’m not sure, sy, i just woke up feeling so needy for you.”

you end up laying back against him, placing your panties stained with the evidence of your arousal on his hard abdomen. all too eager to see what you had to offer, sylus places an arm behind his head while watching your every move. you place one more kiss against his chest before planting your hands against it, steadying yourself while moving your aching sex back and forth on his abdomen.

your breathing quickly turns into whiny moans of his name, “ngh, sy, this feels so good…!” your movements become more rapid then, your hips losing its steady pace as it became sloppier with each second that passes. sylus could sense that your release was quickly approaching when his hands go up to grip at your waist, moving you toward his muscled thigh while clenching his muscles to help.

the friction was enough to make you climax, with you completely ruining your panties as your juices soaked through the flimsy fabric. your scent permeating at the air forces a low growl out of sylus as he removes you from his thigh.

settling you back against the bed, sylus rips apart your sheer nightgown, admiring the sight of your naked breasts and soaked panties for a brief moment before cupping at his erection. “you’re driving me crazy, sweetie. so i hope you’re prepared for what’s to come.”

it was often a rare occurrence for zayne to have a day off and actually enjoy it. and despite how you wanted to keep your distance to give him some space-

something about him had set you in a bit of a frenzy.

from his tousled hair to the faint scent of his aftershave-

you couldn’t seem to get enough of him.

each time he would look up from his novel and meet your gaze, his smile would be potent enough to make your heart lurch within your chest and the ache between your legs feel even more prominent. as if running on autopilot, you step closer to his side of the bed, putting down his novel before settling yourself on top of him.

he meets your gaze with furrowed eyebrows, “what is it?”

you shake your head, remaining silent as you trail your hands down his chest. his breathing hitches in response to your sudden touch, and you slowly began to unbutton his shirt before sliding it off of him. the fabric falls to the ground, leaving his upper body bare for you. he attempts to cover his hands, but you stop him, seeing the faint scars that decorate his skin while kissing at them.

“don’t hide yourself away from me. not when you’re the one i love the most.”

basking in his warmth, you press a few kisses down his abdomen, seeing the faint trail of hair that leads further down his sweatpants. “sorry zayne, something about you has become so captivating to me.”

you slowly slide down his pants and boxers, revealing his half-erect cock to you. sliding out of your own shorts and panties, you slowly began stroking him with the underside of your cunt, effectively causing the doctor to toss his head back.

“ngh… honey, are you ovulating right now?”

you bite down on your bottom lip, “i don’t give a fuck what it’s called, all i know is that i need you right now.”

when zayne’s cock was hard enough for your liking did you finally impaled yourself on him, making him cry out your name as you began setting a rapid pace. as you bounced up and down his cock, zayne was felt gripping at the sheets below him, falling even more in love with you each time you sank down on him.

xavier needed no further urging when you begged him to let you ride his face. in fact, the philos prince was already laid back on the bed (naked and ready for you) when you re-entered your shared bedroom.

your knees were clashing together, trying to provide some much needed friction as you became desperate for his mouth on you. he meets your gaze, seeing the sheer neediness in your eyes when he demands that you take a seat.

“you already know that i’m willing to do everything to make you happy.”

“but what if i suffocate you?” you take a step closer to the bed, letting out a gasp when xavier wraps an arm around your naked body. using one hand, he places you on his chest, true blue eyes now hidden by an endless void, “you won’t. go on and sit on it.”

the hoarse quality of his voice sends shivers down your spine, and you had to mentally prepare yourself for what was to come. when the ache between your legs became too much to bear did you finally make a move.

moving closer to him, you lift yourself above his face, feeling your arousal dripping from its center. before you could even change your mind, it was xavier who brings you down on him using his strength alone. the pleasure was immediate, with you feeling his tongue traveling deep within your slick walls. he began greedily devouring you, soaking up all you had to offer as his tongue kept pounding itself in and out of you.

and when he gently sucks on your swollen bundle of nerves was when you felt your climax quickly approaching. a broken cry of his name was all you could manage when you allowed your release to rush out of you and into his awaiting mouth.

you were in a daze at the end of your release, allowing the pinpricks of pleasure to course through you when xavier lifts your body off of him-

only to sit up before pressing your body down on his cock. with a startling accuracy, xavier manages to pierce through you, eyes going wild as he fucks himself into your heat. your soft moans echo throughout the room as you brace yourself onto xavier’s shoulder, losing count of the times he made you cum.

there was a strange heat felt coursing through your veins, filling you to the brim with red hot desire. you had woken up from what you assumed was a nap that lasted far too long for your liking-

leaving you itching with a need to be filled.

getting out of bed, you slowly began peeling off your clothes, your bare feet padding against the flooring of your beloved’s home. you had barely stepped foot into his studio when he opens the door, nostrils flared while raking his eyes down your form.

“you need me, don’t you?”

so caught off guard by his bold question, you were given little time to react when he pulls you into his studio, setting your naked body on the couch as he settles himself between your thighs.

“i swear i could smell you before you even came to see me.”

heat blossoms across your veins, making you feel shy all of a sudden, since the lemurian just confirmed that he knew when you were the most needy for him. spreading your legs a little wider for him, rafayel introduces a finger within your soaked walls, pumping them in and out of you all while exploring your center with a hedonistic curiosity.

“you feel so soft around my fingertips, princess, yet i just know you’ll feel that much better around my cock.” he continues to play your body like an instrument, drawing out your moans as they echo throughout the studio like a sinful lullaby. your arousal drips down from your center and into his fingertips, earning a groan from the young artist.

“you are going to be the absolute death of me, princess.”

removing his hand from your aching sex, rafayel meets your hazy eyes while licking away the evidence of your arousal. letting out a hum of approval, he spreads your legs once more, inhaling your scent before placing his mouth on you. your center was now completely engulfed by his hot mouth, with your hands delving themselves into his hair as you immersed yourself in the pleasure he had given you.

when you admit to caleb about having a wet dream about him, he was relentless with his questioning, wanting to know every last detail of your dream. through embarrassing stutters, you manage to tell caleb as much as you could remember-

which was how you found yourself in this current position, your cunt aching for him with your front pressed against the bed as caleb remains settled behind you. you couldn’t see him, yet you could feel the way he lifts you up by the hips, forcing your bottom half into an upright position with your heated face pressed against the pillows.

feeling the colonel’s hands tracing at your ass, you gasp when he gives it a hard smack!, chuckling darkly before spreading your legs even wider for him, “why so embarrassed, pips? isn’t this just me makin’ your dreams come true?”

he angles your hips slightly, revealing your center to him as he brushes the tip of his cock against your outer lips. trembling at the sensation, you let out a moan the moment he slides into you, making you feel every inch of his pulsating cock.

completely behind you now, caleb braces himself on the bed before pistoning his hips in and out of you, the sound of his cock rapidly moving echoing throughout the room. the sensation of it all was enough to leave you a drooling mess, with your back arched as you take in his cock over and over again in this new position.

“heh, you’re so cute…” caleb leans down to playfully whisper within your ear while thrusting into you, “now tell me, isn’t the real deal more satisfying than a mere dream?”

end notes: unedited, but i kept seeing these ovulation memes with all the women getting needy for their men on my page and had to write something as inspiration 🤤 maybe ill change my status to semi-hiatus thanks to these short bursts of inspiration ♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[light-wrath-paradise]

Family is clearly just prolonging my and my mother's misery by forcing me to text her on special occasions and send her gifts, which is giving her false hope that her only boxing bag might come back and endure whatever she decides to take out on it again.

[cursedauxiliary]

Apparently hard rock cafe bought the abadoned playboy mansion in town.... tf they gonna do with it....

[chisungie]

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[deikshen]

Shen Qingqiu who, while Shang Qinghua is recovering from some random poisoning (that demon has already died at the hands of Mobei, don't worry), is forced to spend time with Mobei-jun.

At first it's tense. He arrives, a mandatory tea out of politeness. It's usually frozen. They don't have much to talk about or anything in common except their concern for Shang Qinghua.

Except they do have in common. At some point, perhaps, Shen Qingqiu mentions some rare beast, and Mobei-jun comments that he killed a couple of those. That leads to the first long conversation the two of you can have.

The next time, Mobei-jun brings back the beast's fangs. The two return to their conversation about monsters. Mobei-jun speaks little, concisely, but he talks about how to kill those beasts, the properties of their organs, the functioning of their poisons. Shen Qingqiu shares his bestiaries and provides additional information.

Then, even when Shang Qinghua improves, Shen Qingqiu usually takes advantage of the time when he has to stay in the northern palace with his husband to, well, expand his bestiary. Mobei-jun also seems to be passionate about flora that can kill, or anything huge and dangerous. Shen Qingqiu enjoys their conversations and learns to get more than just a few words out of Mobei-jun's sullen mouth.

Of course, he actually tells Shang Qinghua:

"When your husband isn't being monosyllabic, it's a good conversation" he says simply. "I didn't know he knew so much about flora, monsters and strange beasts. When I find a rare flower and can't remember its name, I'll ask Mobei, not you."

Shang Qinghua laughs a lot at that.

"Ah, I think that's because, well, you know, inspirations and all that..."

Shen Qingqiu looks at Shang Qinghua very curiously.

"Inspirations? You created your perfect husband from scratch. Who did you get your inspiration from, Airplane bro? Spill the tea, let's see the vicious tastes of this shameless author."

Shang Qinghua laughs a little foolishly.

"Well, you see, I had this classmate in college. A very rich guy" Shang Qinghua makes a funny face as he buries in the past. "He was cold and monosyllabic, even hostile to those who were rude, but hey, he could give you an infodumping of all the monsters in The Witcher without even doing research. I heard him do it once and, man, that guy was crazy" and Shang Qinghua continues talking while, as if by omen, Shen Qingqiu begins to feel a strange sensation of vertigo. "He was kind of cute, well, not exactly my fully type, he was very tall but lacked many muscles, but he had the biggest and prettiest resting bitch face I've ever seen on anyone even my king. He always wore all those fancy clothes that cost the same as my apartment rent, those silver accessories, rings, necklaces, bracelets... His hair was also kind of long, now that I think about it, and when he wore it down it was, god, a delight. I liked him a little. He was my college crush." and Shang Qinghua shrugs, laughing. His cheeks are red and Shen Qingqiu feels that his own ears are red, too. "Cucumber bro, it's actually a bit silly. I remember this boy's last name was also Shen."

That... That's the last straw.

"You-!" and Shen Qingqiu finds himself hitting him with the fan before he realizes it. "How-? What the hell!?"

"Ow, ow, OUCH, Cucumber bro!! What's going on?!"

Shen Qingqiu feels his face burning. His hands tremble over the fan. What the fuck!?

"... Bro?!"

"That classmate of yours" Shen Qingqiu hisses, just to confirm "His name was Shen Yuan?"

Shang Qinghua blinks, confused, recalling his thoughts. Suddenly, his entire face lights up with a wide smile.

"Oh, I forgot!! Yes, that was it!!" and his gaze becomes mischievous. "You met him, too?! He was a delicious little thing, honestly, a nice round butt, he... OUCH-"

"He was me" Shen Qingqiu hisses, opening his fan and hiding behind it. He wrinkles his nose in disgust. Of all the people in the world...!

Shang Qinghua gasps, looking like he was given some vital information. His face, contrary to what Shen Qingqiu expected, does not change into horror, but into mockery.

"Oh, bro" and starts laughing out loud "BRO"

"Damn fourth-rate author, what the hell is wrong with you!!!"

"Bro, BRO, I created a part of my husband based on you!! And you're married to my son self-inserted in a power fantasy!! It's like we're indirectly married!!"

"Fuck you!!"

"Ohh, how cute!! Do you want to jump to the honeymoon already?!"

"Get away!!"

Shen Qingqiu doesn't visit Shang Qinghua again for over a month. However, he does spend some time talking about monsters with Mobei-jun while his husband takes care of the demon court (in the time he would usually use to gossip and fool around with Shang Qinghua), it's just his thing.