♥ “ Just melt into my touch. ” ♥
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SCENARIO. Tired and exhausted from the day you just had, Dazai offers to try and help you relax!
PAIRING. D. OSAMU / AFAB! READER. (TW: suggestive)
NOTES. Small drabble to celebrate the fact that I’m finally done with my finals :3
Today wasn’t it, at all. You didn’t know why, but all you needed was your boyfriend’s comfort. As soon as you stepped into your shared apartment, Dazai could already tell how you were feeling. All you had to do was to plop down onto your bed, and have him near you. Your body melted into his touch, but not really in the way he wanted it to.
“But I barely have any strength left to hold on, Dazai.”, you protested as you were sitting next to him, completely naked. “What if you can’t breathe?”, slight concern laced your tone as Dazai laid his back on the bed, not wanting to hear your excuses. “That doesn’t matter, I want you on it now.”, he wasn’t going to back down from this, he needed you to sit on his face. “I don’t give a damn if I can’t breathe, all I need you to do is to sit down and relax, ‘donna.”, you hesitated before asking again to clarify, because your exhaustion has left you weak, too tired to even hold your body over his face for even a mere five minutes. “Are. . are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you in any way—”, Dazai shot you a glare of hunger and lust to your way, his patience running thin. “You’re not gonna hurt me, sweetheart. I may not look like it, but I’m stronger than I look.”, his assuring words calmed you down a little and you slowly got on his face.
“Stop moving around so much,”, he said in a commanding tone, holding your thighs to stop them of shaking too much. “I told you you’re not gonna hurt me if you sit down completely.”, it hasn’t even been ten minutes and you were struggling to keep your body in place, and it was disturbing Dazai’s meal. “But—”, you couldn’t even finish you protest when you interrupted yourself with a yelp, Dazai locked his arms around your thighs to pull you down on his face. Since this was very sudden, you just let it happen. Now fully sitting on his face, he continued where he left off, his face more importantly his tongue was closer to your cunt. Meaning, he was reaching the deepest spots you didn’t even know you had. Due to your body being extremely exhausted and rather weak, your stamina was rather low, also meaning you were more sensitive than usual. You were arching your back while Dazai was eating you out like a starved man.
“Feels better already, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”
cliffhanger because I’m still burnt out 😞 leave requests if you like so I could be more inspired to write or I’ll just work on old drafts >_<
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i loved the fic u did about nando with a hooker so muchhhh it was so good ❤️
any chance u can do a p2 🙏🙏
this is less a part two and more of an additional blurb (which I'd love to do for these two)
Warnings: Smut, oral (fem!receiving), p in v, unprotected
The Original Fic
Fuck, she looked amazing.
Fernando stood with his back to the door as he looked at her. Sat on the chair, one leg hooked over it's arm, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.
A silk robe covered her (just barely), but Fernando could see everything underneath. The lingerie had all the bells and whistles, lace that allowed him to see more skin and a multitude of straps that helped it to sit so pretty.
But there was something missing, and Fernando knew that. He sucked in a breath as he drank her in. "Santa mierda," he breathed as he looked at her.
The leg hanging over the arm of the chair bounced and she wrapped her lips around her thumb. Her eyes were trained on him, trying to draw him closer. He knew exactly what she was doing, and he loved it.
But there was something missing.
Fernando reached into his pocket, hand settling onto the little box. He strode towards her and got down onto his knees in front of her chair. Nobody else could get him into his knees like this.
She sat forward and hooked her other leg over the other arm of the chair, spreading her legs. Fernando breathed in as he looked in, meeting her eyes. He'd do anything she asked of him.
Hand settling on her waist, he let his thumb brush across her skin. "You look-" He swallowed "-so pretty, Hermosa," he said, eyes falling to the empty space between her breasts. "I bought you something," he said and pulled the black box out of his pocket.
Her eyes sparkled, gasp leaving her lips as he opened the box and took the necklace out, holding it up and dangling it in front of her. "Nando," she whispered as she reached for the charm hanging from the chain.
A flower, a dainty lily of the valley, dangled from the thin chain. It was gorgeous, but it looked fragile and expensive. She looked up from the necklace, meeting Fernando's eyes. "Do you like it?" He asked, other hand moving from her waist to her thigh.
She pulled her lip between her teeth before she answered. "I want you to fuck me in it."
That was all he needed. Fernando stood. He clasped the necklace around her neck and let the charm fall between her breasts. He stood back and took a moment to admire just how pretty it looked. Just how pretty she looked. Fuck, he never wanted her to leave.
Her foot touched his shoulder and she pushed him back onto his knees. Both of his hands gripped her thighs, keeping her apart. His finger hooked around her underwear, pulling him to the side and revealing her to him.
"So pretty, Hermosa," he whispered and moved closer.
Fernando had become an expert in pussy eating. Before her it wasn't something he'd often done. But she'd changed him, and it was for the better.
His lips wrapped around her clit as his fingers probed her hole. Just one at first; he knew how she needed to be prepped slowly.
(Well, not need. But Fernando had been her only 'client' for months now. Her pleasure was his pleasure).
Her manicured fingers (something he was more than happy to pay for) wrapped around his hair and pulled as he worked her. His moan had her writhing, but Fernando's grip held her still.
Lips and fingers working in tandem until it had her tumbling over the edge for the first time that night. But it certainly wouldn't be the last.
Fernando stood. He leaned in and kissed her lips, slow and sweet. Gentle and tasting exactly like pussy. She moaned, Hands still tugging at his hair. But, god, the sounds he made whenever she pulled on him.
He swapped them around, sat her on his lap. She shuffled back, just far enough to free his cock from the confines of his trousers. Her lips were on his neck, chest pressed against his own as she moved her hand. Desperate noises left her lips as he reached up, and reaching up for her.
He touched her breasts, but his fingers didn't linger, instead reaching for the charm that sat between them. But he soon dropped that in favour of holding her neck, applying the slightest bit of pressure. A high pitched whine erupted from her lips.
"Ready?" He asked and she nodded her head, too busy sucking a mark into his neck to answer him.
She pulled away from him and pushed herself up. Pushing her underwear to the side, she sank down onto him. Her entire body shuddered as he wrapped his arms around her, bouncing her slightly.
She moved against him, but not without help. The entire time, Fernando's eyes were locked onto the charm beneath her tits, watching as it bounced. The sight was positively mouth water.
He sped her up as he reached down to kiss the exposed skin peaking out of her bra. Her moans and whines filled the hotel room. Their neighbours could most definitely hear them, but neither of them cared.
He finally tipped her over the edge. Her breaths came out in short puffs as she fell against him, cunt clenching around him.
Fernando kept her moving, but his bounces were much gentle. "Almost there," he whispered and kissed her tenderly.
Before too long he was spilling inside of her. Even if he wanted to pull out, she wouldn't have let him, addicted to the feeling of Fernando inside of her.
He was done, but she was still sitting on him. Unwilling to move. Her eyes were falling closed and she let out a satisfied hum. "Thank you, Nando," she whispered as her fingers danced across his chest. "It's gorgeous."
"Not as gorgeous as you," he replied and kissed the top of her head.
a/n: when my requests reopen i'd love some for these two
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sharing a head with nonhumans is so interesting.
i’ve never really cared about bats, to think about them more than distant admiration for what they do for the ecosystem. i don’t know much about them at all actually
we have twins in here who are young girls, beasts, & partially bats. it’s not befitting of them to call them littles when they’re more animal than child and denounce those sorts of labels. they’re so interesting… they are medical alters and especially love attending procedures but also just learning the ins and outs of surgery. most people might find that weird or grim or ‘bad’ but they keep our body calm and our heart rate low when we go in for surgeries. they’re very respectful about it so to speak but they’re just LOUD and EXCITED about it like little kids and overstimulated animals.
last night they were talking together for about an hour about laparoscopies and how they would want to probe ‘a body’ (a living, safe, healthy one, but with not really any thought toward the individual involved), and chittering about how excited they were seeing pictures of the inside of our abdomen, and how they want to eat lots of shredded beef and little birds.
and they could not sleep with the lights on like i usually do. it made them dizzy and disoriented. and they tossed and turned and said their skin crawled and that they couldn’t close their eyes tight enough. but in complete black with the windows open they wrapped themselves in a thin sheet, super taut around the back but a little loose around the arms, and swaddled themselves like that.
i heard bats chirp outside like i always do — but it was the first time i actually noticed it. they talked to themselves about how happy the sounds made them and briefly i felt as if bodily we were flitting about in the open air, darting after bugs. and our fingers felt sooo long, but the way our arms tucked around our body felt so correct.
it was just so weird and interesting.. i was only a passenger but i’ve never felt so viscerally like an animal that i’m just not
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