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𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.

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who…

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Lingerie.

cw: spanking, daddy kink, x fem!reader, 1000ish wordcount

You don’t apologize first. You let the tension linger— Hell, maybe even go to bed angry. It’s a bad habit. Your husband is just as stubborn as you, but fortunately he cracks and grovels to his dear wife, that’s just the kind of man he is.

But tonight is the night you do something different.

He fidgets mindlessly with the fabric of the pillow. It’s not a bored look per se, more lost in thought— His eyebrows drawn tight and his perfect lips set in a pout that only occurs when you’re angry with him.

This is stage one. It’s the tension settling after a long bicker, only lasting an evening or so. You can’t let him apologize this time, it’s your fault and he’s paying the mental price.

Your idea of acting fast is rummaging through your second underwear drawer, cursing at the lack of organization in seas of lace and pretty pastels until you finally fish out the silky pale slip you’d been looking, marvelling at the set.

The panties, white and sleek, adorned with a little black bows at the side and otherwise simple but cute, the bulk of the outfit lying in the slip itself.

It was a shame you’d be using it now when it was meant for the lake trip you and Sanemi went to for the weekend, instead you had ended up keeping the secret a bit too well, the pyjama neatly tucked into the small bag at home you had packed it into trying to keep it a surprise for the whole weekend.

Well, now would be the time to use it, wouldn’t it?

-

“Sanemi.” Too meek for the man zoned out and staring at the wall, the way he angrily picks at his fingernails telling the real tale. “Sanemi.” You say a little bolder.

Startled, he jolts from the stone state he was in, his eyes soon flitting to you, his mouth slightly agape. A sight for sore eyes were you, and Sanemi can’t possibly put his finger on how exactly he earned this today.

“Damn, sweetheart.” His voice comes scratchy from being unused all day. He’s used to the routine of passive aggression before he even mutters a sorry. Not this.

You lean against the doorway, tracing your finger down the wood while barely meeting his eyes, not with the usual coolness. “Are you upset still?”

He’d be one stupid man to be. Eyeballing you isn’t enough though as his pants begin to tighten, gently patting his lap with a gentle beckon. “Cmere.”

You lower yourself down to the seat of his pants, a soft hint of a groan slipping his lips, Sanemi’s heavy callousness coming to rest on your hip, pulling your back to him.

“Wanna tell me what this is about?” He croons in your ear.

“I just.. I wanted to say I’m sorry.” You tilt your head back, your husband’s mouth slating over warm lips without another word. “I was being— stubborn.” You mutter between kisses, feeling his hands slowly creep their way up under the silky softness, a promise of heaven beneath it. He knows your body better than you know yourself, twisting in pulling in favours of your squirms and gasps.

You wait for him to say anything, his lips not enough to assuage your heart.

“Thank you, baby.” He rasps. “But I’m gonna need a lot more than that.” Your eyes widen at the slight quirk of his lips, tugging into a sly smirk you’ve grown too familiar to.

In a blink of an eye he flips you over, pulling a yelp out of you. “Oomph!”

Now your face is met with the soft duvet, hips propped up in his lap and his legs smooth up the delicate length of your legs. “Count. If I’m gettin’ an apology I’m savouring it.”

It clicks only as his hand yanks down the fabric covering your ass, two thick fingers wedging themselves between your soaked inner thighs. “You were excited to show me this, weren’t you? What a naughty wife..” Sanemi chuckles as you press them firmer together.

For a moment he takes in the perfect sight of you, wondering if he’ll ever get this chance again, not having to swallow his pride for once. Not that he minds when he has to.

A sharp gasp is torn from your throat as the first smack comes hurtling down on your sensitive flesh, flashing through how the sensation would be after the fifth or fourth. “Ah—! One!” You shiver, his hand quickly soothing the area, unsure of whether for you or himself. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry to who?” He tsks, you know better than that.

“You. Nemi.” Another smack, a little less harsher than the last.

“Try again.”

“Daddy! I’m sorry daddy.” You finally choke out in one breathless moan.

Sanemi lets out a pleased hum, although he enjoys toying with you he’s unsure of how long he himself can hold out as his cock strains against his jeans.

But Sanemi’s nothing if not for his self control. His hand is rough as he gropes your plush ass, thumb wandering down to the cute little hole between them, slowly circling around it dryly. “Sanemi!” You whine, reaching to push his hand away. “Stop that or an apology like this won’t happen again!” You threaten bravely with courage you don’t have.

He adheres your warning with a gravelly grunt, having no other choice. He’ll have to warm you up to it some other time. You crane your neck to look back at him, and he’s already staring through slivery locks and jagged scars ripping across his skin. Almost as if to distract you from the next spank.

You can never expect it no matter how many times you’ve been in bed with him. “T-two!” You cry.

It’s actually three, you think, as the next comes. “Three!”

“Good girl..” he praises, soothing the flesh with gentle rubs. “Aren’t you thick skinned, huh? You can take one more, can’t you? One more lesson.” He coaxes you, spanking you once more.

“Four…” you choke, flushing furiously.

“Atta girl.” Sanemi would be lying if he said that he could’ve dragged it out longer, sure that he’s about to combust if he doesn’t do anything in the next five minutes.

Hurling you up into his arms once again as he peels off the panty sitting at your knees, his hands moving faster to spread you open as his name falls freely off your tongue, ready to delve his into you.

“Fuck, baby. So sweet.” Sanemi groans, leisurely brushing the tip of his noses at the apex of your thighs, unzipping his belt.

You’ll have to use this method more often.

AN: this is an old repost, sorey if its kinda bad. Also the formatting might be weird cause im posting this from my ipad instead of laptop which is surprisingly hard to do??

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I’m considering reuploading my works from my old blog because a lot of it never went on ao3. most of them were too short 🥸 slightly afraid to reread my old stuff tho

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Headcanons & SMAUS

pevert!kunigami

someone cuter! (multiple chars)

Oneshots & Fanfic

nothing to see here yet... requests are open!

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʙᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ. ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.

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Someone cuter!

In which you prank the bllk boys by telling them your with another, but its actually jus little sibling/kid your babysitting!

cw: petnames, femreader, established relationship, crack, may be ooc.

lineup: isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami (both pre and post wc), nagi, reo, rin, and sae.

A/N: in this house we appreciate sassy sae. also this is my first smau!! i need to update my masterlist to have bllk guys...

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nsfw kunigami x reader headcanons about his canon fetish..

cw: smut, somnophilia (dubcon), fem reader, all chars are 18+, overuse of the word 'nape', MDNI

PervertKunigami! who loves hot summer days where your hair is tied up into a bun and wearing tanktop, leaving the delicate, damp slope of your nape exposed.

PervertKunigami! who makes you jump when he sneaks up behind you while your cooking dinner, peppering your neck with kisses and hickies you’re not sure you’ll be able to cover up..

PervertKunigami! who has to cover his obvious bulge with your purse while he watches you try on new dresses for a dinner party, still hard from the backless maroon dress that showcased your neck gorgeously. It didn’t end up being the dress you picked but he still bought it anyway “just incase.”

PervertKunigami! who has a strange fixation for helping you wear necklaces.

“Rensuke, I can do it myself.” You chuckled. It’d only been 5 months into dating him at the time, starting to understand how his mind worked. He really enjoyed going out of his way to do things for you.

“I know, angel.” He murmured, smoothing his hands over the softness of your hips, breathing in the lingering scent of your perfume. “I like doing it.”

PervertKunigami! who goes crazy once he realizes its a sensitive spot for you.

Hes got your arms bound around your back, leg hiked up on the low sink of his bathroom. In a white knuckle grip pinching your wrists he pounds into you, occasionally stopping the relentless snap of his hips in favour of rolling his fat cock into your weeping cunt.

“Rensuke,” you breathe out, tone pitchy. This isn’t the normal soft love making he would usually make to you, your heart pounding in your ears from all the blood rushing to your face.

His eyes are fixated in the mirror where your breasts bounce rhythmically with his thrusts, devouring you with just a look. “That’s it— fuck..” Dipping his head into the crook of your shoulder, he nips just at the back of your neck, pulling a quivering moan from you.

“You like that, angel?” He groans. If it wasn’t for his self control he would’ve came right then and there.

You can only babble out a string of yes’ between broken moans while he continues the oral assault on your nape.

PervertKunigami! who forever bears the shame of jerking off to you while your dead asleep, feeling like the scummiest boyfriend alive after cumming to the sole sight of your neck (and your face).

A/N: im gonna start taking reqs for bllk! sorry about my absence ive been having some struggles with my family cause my dad got detained + exams which are now done! also thank you for 100 followers i love u guys so mach

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oof im sorry guys ive been avoiding tumblr like the plague recently… But we’re nearly at a 100 followers! I’m gonna come back soon ;) lol

I do have some exams 🫠 I’ll probably post this month

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Have you've ever watched apothecary diaries? It's so peak and I love it so much. If not how about my Dress Up Darling? Another gem 💎

(I want inc3st fic of the male characters and fem reader 😔)

I have watched apothecary diaries, (only season one) I really loved it! And I’ve not watched My Dress-Up Darling but my boyfriend is pretty into it so maybe I should try.

I’ll see what I can cook up for you, anon 👀

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Drabbles & Headcanons

nothing to see here yet... wanna change that?

Oneshots & Fanfic

bigbro!giyuu

Lingerie.

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʙᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ. ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.

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this was an ask but tumblr ate it!! Im so sorry anon

tw. incest/ reader is of age/dubcon/somno

bigbrother!giyu getting mad at you for getting hurt in battle, riding him to make things better but it just ends up with him feeling bad and having to eat ur pussy :(

You don’t like to pick at your food like this, poking each grain of rice with your chopsticks like they owed you something. Something about eating like a warrior— wearing your wounds with honour.

None of the small bits of comfort other ranking members offered got to you; not as long as your big brother kept his back to you.

You knew the trick of crying would force him to console you, his heart secretly softer than the clouds that crowded the sky today. After all, he was still your big brother and he couldn’t just watch you be so pathetic.

Yet no tears came. No more being a baby.

That’s why you sat with straight posture and face (almost) as they stitched up the gash running along the outside of your midsection. The way you tumbled into that tree was embarrassing enough, but the way Giyuu fussed over you was ten times more humiliating.

You just couldn’t catch a break as a girl and a slayer.

And that’s why now you wait and sit in the front room of the manor, picking at your food and waiting for Giyuu to come out of his room for once.

The door slides open and you grumble, hearing faint rustling as he took a seat across you from the chabudai.

The apprehensiveness in your veins doesn’t give out, not daring to meet his eyes. Not a peep from you but while you fidget with your chopsticks a cold hand blankets over yours.

“You should quit being a slayer.” He starts with a tone almost melancholic.

Instinctively you want to shove his hand away, but rage is quick to the tip of your tongue.

“Really? I think maybe you should quit acting like an undiscovered species of bat and leave the house during the day sometime.” You bite, meeting Giyu’s look with a glare.

His face scrunches into something akin to disgust and a frown. “You’re being a smartass.” The grip on your hand tightens. “I don’t know why I let you become a slayer in the first place.”

Your head lolls back in a theatric fashion. “Oh my god..”

“You could’ve died. Don’t you understand that? Don’t you understand how fucking worried I was!?”

He slams his fist, punctuating his words. Giyuu knew deep down he could never snub your spark but he wished to redirect it somewhere not demon slaying.

“You’re weak. You’re short. You’re too damn young—“

You growl, temper coming to a boil. “Didn’t you start at this age?”

“That’s not the point.”

“And why does it matter if I’m short? There’s Hashira with my height I don’t understand why you would bring it up!”

“Be quiet.” He cuts in, firm and cold. It sends the thermometer of your temper plunging back into the negatives, yanking your hand from his bruising grip.

A shaky small thing bubbles up in your throat, snipping any change of regluar breathing. You can handle being yelled at but this kind of tone makes you ill. Especially from him.

“You’re being a brat, Y/N. Don’t take such tones with me, ever.”

You nod jerkily, shrinking back into yourself. He relaxes, now staring intensely at the cold rice.

You can’t stomach the rest of the meal and the tension hangs above the both of you like a thunder cloud, until Giyu murmurs a goodnight and disappears back into his wing of the manor.

—

You hate how chilly the estate is on nights like this, sitting in front of your mirror with the lamp on, simply having nothing to do than stare into your own reflection.

The light dances across your face and the smell of gas emits from the lamp, pulling your pink sleep kimono tighter around your chest. It doesn’t fit like it used to.

The belt is tied loose, mindful of the stitches keeping you sewed up. It occasionally stings when you have the audacity to breathe or move.

Besides the scrimmage around your injury, something else added to this weird feeling you got talking to your older brother.

Pulling your knees to your chest, the light catches on the sudden slickness coating your inner thighs.

Before that mission — you shared a bath. It should’ve been normal, yet it was anything but. He kept his back to you, curious eyes roving over his toned back, scars mapping out his bravery as a soldier

You never thought to look at him that way, now everything was different.

It made you… wet.

You weren’t oblivious the shame shrouding those kinds of thoughts, a daring hand travelling between your legs. When you felt the slickness your hand jerked away as if it was a hot stove.

It’s wrong. It’s shameful but your finger dips, running along the creamy slit, forcing out a quiet moan.

Giyu low and soft voice rings in your head, causing a wave of lust and regret to wash over you.

You turn away from the mirror and onto your side, a pit in your stomach as you reckon what you’ve done.

The low voice in your head twists into what happened at dinner — curt words cutting deep and quick. He was just so irrational over you, getting ticked off at the thought of him saying such things.

He’s still your family. Your only family.

—-

The sweat on the soles of your feet stick to the strawy texture of the floor, leaning over his futon with your heart pounding in your ears.

“Giyuu-nii..” You whisper.

For a Hashira he sure does sleep heavily. Or maybe he’s simply choosing to ignore you.

You huff with impatience, turning the gas light on with a few cranks. It barely glows but it’s enough.

“Giyuu-nii,” You grab his shoulder and pull him onto his back. The blanket is pushed to the edge of the futon, taking in his rare peaceful expression.

Your eyes travel along his body, and that’s when you notice — even through the loose hakama there’s a prominent bulge, the sight sending too much blood to your cheeks, making you lightheaded.

Anxious on what to do, nails pick at the skin on your lips, the ache between your thighs making a rude return and a warmth blooms in your stomach.

You’ve been told many times you’re too adventurous and curious for your own good, and that it might get you in serious trouble someday.

The thought repeats over and over as you push his pants over his hips, leaky cock springing free.

A gasp is torn from you. It’s the first you’ve ever seen. Even in the low light you can make out the pink flush and the veiny mass of it. Beads of white trickle down, his base crowded by black furls of hair.

As unseemly as it is, you’ve heard things in dark corners and from books at the top shelf, poisoning the good head on your shoulders into this selfish, prying monster.

“What are you dreaming of?” your everything is warm, pressing your cheek to your shoulder as if you were shy about seeing it. With boldness you untie your kimono, planning to fix this with the only thing you could think of.

You crawl over him and plant your hands on his chest, sitting your hips down with his cock pressing sticky against your pussy.

Methodically, you don’t take him yet, biting back a smile as your folds grind down on the girth, pleasing yourself on your big brother’s cock.

The tatami underneath speaks volumes as your pace turns frantic, rubbing your puffy clit on the delicious veins and ridges while sweet whines lull into the dark.

It’s not wrong if it’s not inside yet— is it? At least that’s what you tell yourself, it’s more of an apology than anything. You only have each other, you should take care of him whenever you can— rutting against him until your total concentration breathing is no longer existent.

For a moment you slow, taking in the peaceful and serene look of Giyu’s sleeping face, his forehead glazed with a shimmer of sweat. You like the sharpness of his jaw and the leanness of his build.

But most of all you like your big brother’s fat cock, lifting up your hips to feel his mushroom tip prodding at your little hole, slowly splitting you open.

A fresh wave of slick pushes forth in a warm tingle down your spine, caressing the pain of the stretch.

Your hands caress the gauze, soaking in a slight tepid dampness. Fresh waves of pain shoot across the wound. It’s too recent to be doing strenuous work, murmuring a pathetic whine as your movements were forced to a halt.

Underneath you strikes disaster, Giyuu slowly blinking his eyes open to the unholy sight of his own flesh and blood perched atop him, his body heavy like leaden. With a crinkle of his nose and groggy groan Giyu paws at your side.

“Y/N—“

His hand brushes yours, not quite awake to make out the fact of your shared exposed state. It only takes another split second for the sinking pleasure of your throbbing heat him to have him squirming, eyes blown wide.

You stumble over your words, hips still involuntarily rocking in little bouts, the air nips at you— thick and humid with the stench of sweat and metal.

“I’m sorry, aniki, I just wanted to apologize but I..” Before you began to rant it was sharply cut off by the prickling pain in your side, whimpering.

Giyuu’s eyes shot open, trying to shuffle you off without causing any more of your wound to open. His face was unreadable, an uneasy heavy feeling of burning a bridge coming over you.

You hit the floor with a loud thump, half on the bed and half on the tatami. “Don’t be mad.” You whined, waiting for the inevitable judgement.

“I’m not mad.” He breathes out, fixing himself before reaching over to the large drawer chest, pulling out the top right where he kept extra gauze.

There’s no intensity to your bareness now, just embarrassment, sweat glistening and shadows both soft and harsh. You let your big brother replace the gauze, stopping the bleeding for now.

“You’re gonna be okay.” His hands are softer than you remember as they caress your cheeks, travelling down to grip your shoulders. maybe you’re just tired. He doesn’t offer you your clothes.

There’s so much to explain but nothing comes out, blocked by a harsh lump in your throat. “You’re being articulate..” It’s useless but you say it anyway.

To your chargin, there’s no adversity in his eyes to be found. It’s not hungry either, almost protective.

“I need you to know.” He answers simply as if you weren’t trying to get yourself off by using him. “I should take care of you. All of your needs.”

Your mouth twists into a little frown, daring to invite him by opening your legs, hiked up slightly.

Your big brother has always been this caring and righteous, carrying the world on his shoulders. He leans down to press a tender kiss to your temple, mumbling something like an apology.

Seeing him sleepy and apologetic sent a fresh wave of arousal to you, his mouth travelling and mapping you out until he reached where you were dripping and soaked for him.

“Try not to squirm.” He warns, warm breath fanning over your needy clit until he sucks the bud into his mouth. Your hands find his inky black locks, threading between the knots to stop yourself from moving too much, a timbre groan as you press his face against your cunnie.

He’s better at touching you than you did yourself, squeezing out pitchy whines and moans in favour of every lick and suck. He kept his tongue to the pulsing bead, giving it all the love.

“You want big brothers help you just have to ask,” he grunts, pressing his lithe fingers to spread your folds— swole from his cock. It’s easy for him to slide his tongue into the little hole.

You go silent, head and eyes falling back with a choked noise. “Aniki!” Your hips buck up into his mouth, met with his muscly bicep to your pelvis to keep you from moving too much.

His other hand slides to grope your ass, lifting you slightly— your sweet noises intensified with his loving tongue, obscenity raging between your legs.

“I— I’m gonna! It hurts!” You cry. Your legs kick and curl, shaking when your sore pussy finally decides enough, squirting clear fluid all over your big brother’s face, leaving you breathless.

His face remains buried in your little cunt, pressing light kisses to where juices continued to leak. “Good girl.” His touch is firm but comforting, rubbing your thigh.

Giyuu sits up with a groan, his face glossy with your cum. He blots at it with his sleeve, then slides his arm under your trembling form.

“Now go back to bed.” He whispers solemnly.

this took awhile because i was horny everytime i opened this doc LOL

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just reached secretary and ohhhh the things I could write for Higurama right now

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big fan of the idea of dad Nanami spoiling his sweet baby girl in the moments he gets time with her.. he def buys her everything she needs and then letting her ride her daddy's cock whenever she gets a little whiny and upset over something dumb

OR...

uncle Higurama who comes home to his niece surprising him with his favourite dish and a nice glass of wine, offering to take care of him. he's so sleep deprived he doesn't think when he's palming at her soft stomach and hips from behind, nuzzling her n everything - eventually grinding his fat cock and cumming in his pants cause he's just too tired to do the real thing..

which one are we thinking freak nation 🫡

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this blog hates donald trump

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what helped me get out of bed today was thinking about husband!Higurama kissing you before he leaves for work

Not the at-the-door kind of kiss, he wakes up at 4:30 sharp on weekdays while your days start at a more reasonable time. But waking up alone and without his warm figure at your back already makes you feel like you’re having a shitty morning.

He refuses to wake you up, murmuring something about how you swat at him and he’s not sure if you’re asleep or just possessed. But one day at the crack of dawn he attempts to give you a kiss before he starts getting ready, pulling your lax body into big arms and a warm embrace.

The room is dark but he can make out your figure, sliding his hand under your skull and pressing his nose to your hair. Hesitantly, Hiromi presses the softest of kisses around and on your mouth, simply testing the waters.

Your light snores end and he nearly jolts, but he realises a hand is grabbing at the end of his shirt, twisted and lamely pulling. He cant see much but an outline of a frown as you whine.

“Hiro… come back to bed..”

He silences your sleepy plea with another kiss, lying you back down into the theroes of the sheets like his own sleeping beauty.

“Go back to sleep, my love.”

[mistressinpurple]

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