#on the bed ofc

[otto-doctavius]

snooooork mimimimimi

[lord-rain-master]

the day i can listen to inthandham without any Feelings™ will be the day i finally get over sita ramam

[pineapple-frenzy]

Book 2 au: and there was only one bed!! :00

Because of course I just had to do this trope

This is the first and last time they decide to sleep in an inn and they have an unspoken agreement to pretend this never happened

[ruporas]

sleepy crew (ID in alt)

[rjshope]

my favorite smile🤍

[choccy-milky]

HAPPY LATE BDAY TO @the-ozzie's MILLIE 🎉 crackhead collage of her and clora bc theyre besties💖👯

[josephtrohman]

[chiixcat]

Lan Jingyi the kinda guy who would take "Yiling Patriarch" and turn it into "Big Daddy Yiyi" or some shit

Wei Wuxian would probably find it at least half funny

[smokingtomas]

HC: In bed with Bi-Han (NSFW - Female Reader)

Bi-Han is the type of guy who 🧊fucks🧊 and he does it 🧊hard🧊

The first thing he notices in a woman is her ass, and he's the master of his own body. It's not difficult to get him hard if he likes how you look

If you're one of the lucky ones he brings to the nearest motel (he wouldn't bring just anybody to the Lin Kuei Temple), you'd be treated like his plaything only to fulfill his desires and release his stress

Kissing isn't necessary if you're hooking up with him. He doesn't need the attachment

He'd be on the receiving end of the oral sex, but his ego refused to show you any expressions that he enjoys that mouth of yours

His power-hungry and controlling demeanor ooze out in bed. Bi-Han would demand, and you'd have to submit

If he tells you to lie down, lie the fuck down. He wants you to bend over? Flaunt that ass up, sister. He'd do you doggy style, pull your hair up, wrap his fingers around your neck, and he'd want to hear you writhe on his mercy

The louder you are when he's pounding you, the better because it feeds his ego. You'd be rewarded with his raspy voice, saying things like, "You enjoy this, don't you? Now come, come hard for me."

But if Bi-Han is willing to kiss you, boy, you are in big trouble-- his feelings are in play👀

If he's starting to get attached, he'd get jealous easily when another man comes near you, which drives him to be possessive

It translates to how Bi-Han would treat you in bed. He actually would go down on you, worship your body, and would think of your pleasure too

He loves to look at your face when you come, if he's feeling things for you. So, expect a lot of missionary or spooning positions.

And you'd hear things like, "You're mine only. No one else touches this body but me," more often.

Special thanks to @bigtiddymenlover who inspired some of these. Your NSFW alphabet of this sex god is just *chef's kiss*🤌🏻

In bed with Tomas | In bed with Kenshi | In bed with Syzoth | In bed with Kuai Liang

[kirby-the-gorb]

[ratatatastic]

"Good morning, Matt. I'm over here." *proceeds to look around widly like a dog being told a special word like b-a-l-l*

he looks so disgruntled having to locate people he must've been shit at the I SPY books as a kid

media availability | 6.14.24 (x)

[sforzesco]

some sketches of Lorenzo de Medici and Galeazzo Maria Sforza :)

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / tip jar!

[parksrway]

"celebrating fictional characters' birthdays is stupid" WRONG. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHEIK <3

[izurou]

“gonna suck up to me now, huh?”

the sound of levi’s voice greets your ears, coaxing your gaze from the television and onto him—him and your son, who’s all cuddled up in his arms.

your husband was on bath duty tonight, which is an undeniable favourite of his—one of those little moments that makes him feel like a good father, much better than the one he briefly had.

however, the unimpressed look on his face—this one just a little more intense than the one you’re used to—tells you that this evening’s bath wasn’t the perfect dream it normally is. come to think of it, you didn’t hear the usual fit of giggles coming from your little one, and your bigger one seems a lot wetter than when he went in there.

“little shit,” levi mutters, peering down at your son—who looks nothing short of innocent as he leans into his dad’s chest, snug and warm in his hooded penguin towel.

on any other night, your son would already be fed, bathed, and in bed at this hour, but your visit to uncle erwin’s ran a little longer than expected—he has a habit of rambling, and levi has a habit of enabling it.

“weren’t you supposed to be the one giving him the bath?” you smile as you swing your legs onto the floor and sit up, welcoming them beside you.

“easier said than done,” he replies, gently laying your baby down and rubbing the towel over his brown hair, which is uncharacteristically messy, much like his father’s first thing in the morning. “you teach him to splash like that?”

“no, but what’s the big deal?” you mumble, rolling a bottle of baby lotion toward them, and following it up with a clean diaper. “he had fun, arrest him.”

your baby has been an absolute angel since the day he was born—waking up no more than twice a night for a feeding, and falling back asleep mid bottle almost every time. he’s been sticking to the same schedule for a couple months now—eating and napping like clockwork. honestly, you didn’t think he had a mischievous bone in his little body, but—he’s still a baby, after all.

“twenty years without parole, you hear that?” levi pokes at your baby’s tummy as he talks—earning himself a few giggles.

“bit of a harsh sentence,” you point out, “do you have something against our son?”

“the kid shits himself daily,” he says, wiggling one of your son’s feet into the little plaid pyjama set erwin bought him. “of course i do.”

as much as you love your baby boy, you love your husband and his often questionable humour all the same—so it’s okay to laugh, right?

“because baby levi was above shitting himself?” you snort, hoping this answer is just as good as the previous one.

“yeah,” he hums, lifting your son onto his lap and smoothing a hand over his hair. “he must get that shit from you.”

should’ve known better than to expect anything more than that.

“right, sorry for passing that gene down,” you roll your eyes—but still find yourself scooting closer and leaning your head against his shoulder.

you knew levi was nervous about becoming a dad—he didn’t know the first thing about fatherhood, never had that example set for him, was never on the receiving end of any fatherly love. can you really give something you’ve never had?

“it’s bedtime,” you warn, glancing at your baby, who knows the word all too well—already clinging to his father for dear life in hopes of avoiding his crib altogether. “nice try, dad won’t save you.”

you can, maybe not always in the form of words, but in the things you do—levi is living proof.

“he’ll be out in ten minutes,” he hums, running a hand up and down your son’s back to soothe him, or at least attempt to. “long day of eating, shitting it out, and eating more.”

now, the two of you have a happy, healthy, loved little boy. he’s cute—almost a carbon copy of his dad, save for the few telltale features that indicate he’s every bit yours.

he’s smart too—he knows the meaning of at least a couple dozen words, and he’s mastered quite a few as well, his favourites being hi and dada.

in fact, he’s so smart—he’s about to master one more.

“dada, shit!”

[rufflywings]

Hes so silly I love him‼️

[charmac]

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