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bleed-your-heart-out-lmanberg · 3 months ago
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can and alter become a sub-system later down the line?
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sys-trekking · 20 days ago
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☆Blog Name: ★ sys-trekking ☆
★Managed by: ☆ Alola + Elsa ★
☆Both alters formed in the same year and have recently come out of dormancy★
★We tend to co-front together, and felt the need to separate ourselves from the wider system’s socials for comfortability’s sake☆
☆We have OSDD, autism and adhd★
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◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ â—žâ€§âœ§ÌŁÌ„Ì‡â€§ short alter intros â€§âœ§ÌŁÌ„Ì‡â€§â—Ÿ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞
❀ Name: ᎗ Alola ❀
𑅛𑅫 Age: ᎗ 18 𑅛𑅫
❀ she / her / hers ❀
𑅛𑅫 demi-bi / demi-girl 𑅛𑅫
❀ source: not comfortable sharing publicly ❀
𑅛𑅫 notes: ᎗ keen interest in PokĂ©mon, musical.ly and baking 𑅛𑅫
âšł Name: ꕀ Elsa/Eliza âšł
ꕀ Age: ✩ 21 ✧
âšł she / ___ / ___ âšł
ꕀ demi-pan / female,, but not..? ✧
âšł source: Frozen âšł
ꕀ notes: ✩ interests include specific Disney films, photo editing and the colour blue ✧
Join us here if you wish!! Send us asks and template requests!! We love to chat and create!!
We will post progress on our sp profiles, playlists we make, and thoughts that spill from our head!!
Thanks for reading!!
Sending warmth your way!!
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â†ștrekking - collective posts
â†șleisurely lake stroll - elsa posts
â†șlanguid ocean walk - alola posts
â†școffee break - queued posts
â†șswift getaway - reposts
â†șbiting chills- elsa reposts
â†știdal shifts- alola reposts
â†șmoon cycles - anon/other alter posts
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the-silent-fellowship · 2 years ago
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Personal Subsystem Template
[PT: Personal Subsystem Template]
Similar to my Personal System Template(link) and District Template(link), these are for those who want to make their own flags for their own groups!
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(Example is for our subsystem the Cloudy Subsystem)
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[Tagging] @radiomogai, @pluralitywords, @pluralterms, @plurality-faq, @plural-terms
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0tulipy0 · 2 months ago
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that moment when you realise that weird amalgamation of beings in ur system is probably actually a sub-system or sm
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mischiefsystem · 6 months ago
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please help us does anyone have experience with being faceted or having a faceted subsystem or being median this is hurting our brain
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starsystmzzz · 1 year ago
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Yo!
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My names Herman and i'm the Host along with the Pain Holder of the Stars System! I go by He/They/It/Blue/đŸŸ/🩠 pronouns.
I'm a dog therian (Black Labrador) but i'm actually a cat person more than a dog person.
I am 30 years old, in headspace ofc, and I mainly for days at a time but when i'm not front stuck its usually chaos in front lmao!
- đŸȘ™
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april-azista-space · 21 days ago
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a-scary-lack-of-common-sense · 10 months ago
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More of Stanley's sketchbook because he makes me sick /pos
(Just imagine he was looking in a mirror at the subway to draw this anshfhwj. The london bus ticket is unrelated, it's just a random knick knack he had lying around<3)
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People weren't the only ones Stan met on the streets.
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+ this is an absolute fucking batshit WILD oneshot I initially wrote for these drawings that got WAY out of hand, if you feel like reading that.
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The oneshot below is a stand-alone now, and in no way is related to the drawings above, but I just wanted to show you guys because Jesus Christ
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Winter of 1981, at a subway station Stan doesn't remember the name of-
The sorry excuse of a transport system that this hellhole of a city called a functioning subway was hardly anyone's first choice of a warm place to stay the night. And yet, here Stanley was; standing like an idiot in the middle of a small bustling stairwell that led down to the full screeching chaos of a train stop on a Tuesday evening. A rowdy crowd of exhausted office workers streamed out like a tidal wave from the entrance of the station, the bustle of their footsteps all too eager to go home and relax after a long day of work.
The faint, stuffy stench of old piss and sweat followed the crowd to the surface from the deep depths of a less than sanitary and overcrowded train station. The pungent smell intermingled with the crisp stinging winter air in a cocktail of shitty city gloom often associated with this time of the year; when the holidays were too far away and the sun seemed to come and go with practically the same 9 to 5 schedule as the workers had, leaving them going to work in the pitch dark and coming back out in the inky black as well.
He might have looked like he belonged there, depending on how one would want to look at it. He stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the sea of prim, pressed suits and neart uniforms. His ratty old jacket and generally unwashed appearance certainly didn’t help his case, but he also knew that stations like these also tended to shelter quite a number of homeless wanderers like him, especially during the winter. So, it wasn't exactly uncommon to see other sore thumbs seeking reprieve from the biting cold and the dangerous likelihood of frostbite from within the enclosed walls of the subway station.
Heck, if most of these underground kingdoms didn't also happen to be a breeding ground for several illicit activities, he might even have followed their lead. But, believe it or not, Stanley's already had enough experience with illegal activities to last him a last time, and he isn't looking for a new fill. He was satisfied with what meager shelter his trusty car offered him, as little a difference it might make in terms of safety.
Stanley's obstruction of the already narrow stairs with his loitering went unappreciated, as shoulders roughly shoved past him and swinging briefcases repeatedly bumped into his sides, usually coupled with a nasty glare and a snide comment or two. He paid them no mind, however. He wasn't here to start a fight with some random bum with a dead end job, as much as he thought it would probably do them both some good to duke their stresses out on one another.
The hours ticked by with wave after wave of new crowds being dropped off by a train and left to pour out of the station into the streets. By the time the streetlights turned on and the pale pink in the sky slowly faded to make way for the stark glittery black of the night sky, the tide of people had slowed to a trickle and rush hour was long since over. He was now the stairs’ sole occupier, with a few occasional stragglers stumbling up the steps and hurrying past him without a second glance.
Stanley did not move from his spot, however. He stood resolutely in the middle of the stairway, fervently rubbing his arms and stamping his feet in a futile attempt to try and regain feeling in his extremities as he waited. Rocking on his heels, he titled his head backwards to let his eyes roam the constellations that carpeted the endless expanse of the sky stretched out above his head, almost losing himself in the scintillating canvas of stars.
It reminded him of old times; of the sparkling beach sand twinkling in the dim moonlight, and the soft sound of lilting waves hovering in the background as he lay back on the cold wooden deck of his ship and watched the stars dance.
He still remembered every name his brother had once recited to him time and time again as he pointed out each star and galaxy from the night sky.
Then, like clockwork, he was broken out of his reveries by a telltale meow coming from below. The sound was a familiar blanket that immediately melted away the tension that had begun to build in his chest as he practically sagged with relief.
His body moved almost automatically as he leaned down to detach the frail tabby cat that was attempting to literally fuse with his legs, purring up a storm and rubbing her head against his pants as though her life depended on it. The cat gave a soft chirrup of dissatisfaction at being manhandled, which Stanley absentmindedly replied with a chiding click of his tongue as he lifted her up his chest and gently tucked her into his jacket in a practiced motion.
She thankfully remained blissfully limp in his grasp as he shifted around some more so that she was nestled comfortably inside the dark pocket of warmth inside his ratty jacket. The tiny warm lump that rumbled contently against his front radiated with heat, and his fingers finally began to feel like actual fingers rather than useless stiff frigid lumps of meat and bone attached to his palms.
A pointed cough startled him from his clumsy wriggling to get the cat to settle down. An oddly familiar security guard stood at the entrance of the station at the bottom of the stairs, leveling Stanley an unimpressed look with the metal gate in his grip already halfway closed, ready to seal the subway for the night. He must have been a comical sight; caught awkwardly bent over while trying to get his newly acquired cat to stop kneading biscuits on his stomach, with said cat peeking out from the gap between his collars.
Stanley faintly recognized the guard. He was a much older man, with a shock of thinning white hair neatly tucked underneath a dark blue cap and a strange depth in his eyes that reminded Stanley of the sea; with countless unspoken truths lurking far beneath the surface, but no less grand and knowing of all that the universe had to offer, as though he had already lived a thousand lives before this one.
He had seen the man around before, at another station, doing the opposite of his job by ushering stray buskers and homeless stragglers from the streets and into the (relatively) safe walls of the subway, instead of doing what any other law-abiding security guard would do and kick them out into the elements. He wasn't sure what the older man was doing here, of all places, since all the previous stations he'd seen the man at had been several states over, practically on the other side of the country.
A brief spark of panic shot through his spine at the thought that this man could be following him, but he quickly discarded the ridiculous notion as soon as it entered his mind. He had never even seen him before, and hardly ever even interacted with him; there was no reason for there to be any sort of bad blood between them. Unless he happened to be related to one of Stanley's many, many enemies, then perhaps his fear was a little warranted.
However, the old guard made no move to attack or do anything other than stare judgmentally, almost expectantly. For the first time in a long time, Stanley felt like a child being caught doing something he wasn't supposed to do. He tried his best to keep his uncomfortable squirming to a minimum under the unrelenting gaze, stubbornly returning the man's gaze with his own wary glare. His cat’s muffled whining came from inside his jacket. The traitor, she was leaving him to deal with the old man on his own.
With an exasperated jerk of his head, the security guard gestured towards the inside of the station. For a moment, Stanley stared dumbly, uncomprehending of what the old man could possibly want from him. Rolling his eyes, this time the man gestured more insistently at the small gap that still remained between the metal gate and the entrance, his arm sweeping the air in a low arc as he dramatically urged Stanley inside. Suddenly, it clicked, and Stanley shook his head.
“I have a car,” he said plainly, his voice echoing loudly in the desolate silence of the winter night that surrounded the unlikely pair.
He wasn't sure why he was so nervous, it wasn't as though he was lying. He did have a car, his trusty Stanley-mobile was parked safely away in the corner of an unassuming alley that wasn't often frequented by anyone. There was no way he was reaching it tonight, though; it was practically on the other side of the city, much too far away for him to arrive at a reasonable time. His nightly excursions to meet his small friend unfortunately left him with no other choice than to leave his car behind, the hunk of metal far too unwieldy and noticeable to drive around openly on the streets. He never knew who could be watching, after all.
He had simply been hoping to find himself a dark corner to tuck himself into with his cat, just for the night, but it seemed as though the universe had other plans. Or rather, this strange old man had other plans.
Although, if Stanley thought about it, the subway wasn't such a bad suggestion. This was one of the safer stations in the city; and with the rich neighborhoods being so close by, no rogue criminal or dealers dared to come near this area unless they wanted to be slapped with a hefty fine or face a higher potential to be arrested. And of course, there was the obvious shelter from the unrelenting cold that now seemed to permeate his bones, even with the purring warmth that was nestled inside his jacket.
So, that was how he found himself hunkering down for the night inside a shabby old subway station, with a satisfied cat still rumbling away against his chest and a strange old security guard locking down the gates behind him. The man said nothing as he hooked his keys back onto his belt and gave a firm pat on Stanley's shoulders as he walked past him, pausing to scratch his cat behind her ears before moving away. His footsteps bounced off of the grimy tiled walls with an odd reverb as he turned a corner.
“You'll be safe in here,” the man said, voice sage and gravelly. The words had a weight to them, and seemed to hang in the air with such a presence it was as though the old man had never even left his side.
The subway was empty, quiet. It was such a stark contrast to the loud rowdiness of the rush hour crowd these halls once held. Stanley hadn't yet registered the utter silence of the station as he aimlessly made his way down the winding, deserted halls of the ancient station. He mindlessly walked past the aged and peeling advertising posters plastered on the walls, his nose becoming accustomed to the stinging stench of the subway. The quiet seemed to swallow the sound of his steps as he explored the branching paths and endless tunnels. They were almost kaleidoscopic, dizzying, nonsensical. There were doors where there shouldn't be, and deadends where it didn't make sense.
The silence only began to truly settle in his bones the more he walked. He suddenly wished that he would head the telltale footsteps of the old security guard again, just to hear another sign of life in this underground hellscape other than himself. The ghostly memories of screeching trains and bustling crowds haunted the halls; now, only nothingness reigned supreme. He glanced down at his small feline companion, who slumbered away against his chest, blissfully unaware of his jackrabbiting heartbeat threatening to burst out of his ribs. The silence seemed to permeate every inch of space and crush the air out of his lungs. He couldn't breathe.
Stanley’s steps grew faster, more frantic as the walls and ceilings seemed to close in on him. They grew smaller, tighter; squeezing, trapping. He hardly even registered his cat's complaints as she was jostled around in his grasp, breaking into a full out run. His breathing sounded loud, too loud, and the world was collapsing around him.
When he finally broke out into a large, open platform, he could finally breathe again. He had arrived at the tracks, the empty tunnel where the trains would pass an empty, gaping maw in the wall that seemed to swallow all light around it and beckon him closer. He felt his cat wriggle out from within his jacket and hop out with a displeasured yowl, scampering away and disappearing behind a corner much like the old man had. True silence pierced his ears and thrummed like a deafening pressure in his temples. He was alone.
Stanley was stuck in that subway station for years.
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vampcubus · 2 years ago
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Inexperienced Virgin!Giyu who’s never even touched himself, only ever cum in his sleep a few times by accident. And when you finally take him into your hot palm, he swears he’s seeing stars, crying out hoarsely as if he didn’t know it could feel good to have his cock touched. And as you work him diligently—ruthlessly to his fast-impending orgasm, he’s in tears over how good it feels.
He’s clinging onto you desperately, his eyes clenched and thin brows pinched in pained ecstasy. Shaking hands hold your shirt in a white-knuckled grip as he humps into the tight tunnel of your fist, trembling as your thumb mercilessly teases his slit. Pre beads at the tip relentlessly no matter how many times you smear it across his creamy head, and when you start to play with his balls he just can't hold on any longer.
His breath becomes frantic, and he struggles to form the right words to warn you.
“I-I think
 I think something’s going t-to uhn, come out- please!” his shaking voice pitches higher, mewls forced from his throat as his peak hits him like a train. The feeling is intense and hellish hot, cum jetting out of him and spilling over your fingers. He cries out helplessly, widened blue eyes staring into nothing as he convulses and writhes, hips jerking with every pulse.
You coo at him and stroke him through it, leaning down to swallow his desperate moans with your lips. Eventually, he tugs at your wrist, whimpering that it's "t-too much, it's too much."
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psisexual · 1 month ago
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What’s a pup gotta do to get bred around here?
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gooobraghhh · 6 months ago
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This is miss Giovanna’s fiancĂ©. I thought I would share some pictures with you freaks who want her so bad. In this picture she’s taking all 8 inches of me. She’s too high to tell me not show her off on here so you’re all getting a treat. I give you all permission to make fun of her for this and I encourage all of you to help put her in her place.
Also ask her what happens when you bite and whisper in her ear
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sirenm3lody · 3 months ago
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THIS POST IS FOR SEX EDUCATION AND HELPING TOO NORMALISE EXTREMELY REAL CIRCUMSTANCES!!!
Rilyn: he/she/xe/it
ok so I know I’ve spoken about erectile disfunction across all genitalia havers on my blog before but I feel I should go into more detail about specific aspects based on personal experience as someone with a vagina.
When I’m having having sex or masturbating yes there are times I end up finishing, but I also experience sudden flash backs and overthinking that cause my brain to try and stop focusing on sexual stimulation and instead trigger an anxiety attack, panic attack or depressive episode. This will lead me to push harder, to try harder, I will end up in pain because of how badly I just want to finish but physically can’t, in those moments it’s best for me to stop, but unfortunately you aren’t thinking of that when you’re telling yourself you aren’t worth love or affection if you don’t finish, something that should take a short amount of time alone for me takes me over an hour because I’m forcing myself to continue despite the end getting further and further away. I want to finish, but I can’t. I end up either finding something new to get me off or I give up, both options lead me to feel like shit if I am not reassured.
You don’t often see people talk about their personal experiences with their sexual life as it’s been made taboo, and embarrassing. But if you don’t know what’s happening in those moments and you see no one speaking about it you will feel so much more alone. These aren’t taboo subjects. They may feel awkward or scary but they’re important.
I’m hypersexual. My hypersexuality has been active since I was a kid and I have been living with it, and been getting affected by it for that whole time and still continue to struggle today, this affects how my body experiences sexual stimulation, whether it’s aimed at someone or not, masturbation for me is a tool to get rid of an inconvenient situation, but if I don’t finish in a specific time span when I’m thinking of it as a job or chore [I can’t decide if I do think of it that way, it’s just the context in the situation] then I will be in pain, I will feel like I’m not worth love, or like I need to work harder, push harder, think of something new and arousing, but even if I find something exciting to think about my body is still giving up, I want it, I want to finish but when my body is beginning to force that feeling away and I need to push harder to get off to finally finish so I can be done with it and get on with my life I feel awful.
It is ok if you experience this. It is ok if you need to stop. It’s ok that your body is stopping. It’s ok that no matter how much you want it your body simply won’t let you. That is ok. It will always be ok. No matter what anyone says it’s ok. If no one if validating you, let me. If that’s what you need that’s what I’m here for. Because I didn’t know what I was experiencing were the symptoms of ED until now, and it would’ve helped me through so much if I knew sooner. But I know now. And now I’m going to bring awareness to this.
If anyone has anything to add to this, please do, if you want to share your experiences and thoughts that’s also very helpful, bringing any sort of awareness to how different bodies can experience sexual feelings is important.
Remember! You are all amazing, perfect, worthy beings and I’m proud of you, even if I am some random person on the internet. I’m proud of you.
Use protection if you can, if you feel tingling or pain even with the right prepping, try a non silicone based lube or condoms, because it’s not normal to still feel pain even if it’s a little bit after all the correct steps. Make sure you don’t have your joints out of place for too long if you’re hyper mobile, drink plenty of water, eat food after sex even if’s a little bit, go pee, or you will get a UTI. That’s why you feel the need to pee after sex or sexual stimulation. Be safe. Be kind. If your partner says they’re experiencing anything I’ve mentioned in this post, stop. Tell them they are still amazing and assure them they are loved and cared about. If it’s a hookup situation, and they experience this depending on how close you are I still recommend comforting them, even a little bit, even if it’s a hug.
I hope everyone’s doing well, my asks are open for anything sex education related if needed :]
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dovenskin · 26 days ago
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yamato ノ
✩ Title: Tied Up
cw : explicit content, dom!reader, restraint, edging, light humiliation, begging
© dovenskin
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You had no idea how good he’d look tied up.
Yamato looked calm. That infuriating, ANBU-calculated calm. Even now—naked, wrists bound to the headboard, chest rising slowly like he was meditating through the tension—you could see the effort it took him to maintain it.
“I know what you’re doing,” you murmured, dragging your nails down the flat of his stomach. His abs twitched under your touch. “You’re trying not to react.”
He didn’t answer—just stared up at you, jaw tight, eyes flickering somewhere between challenge and desperation. You liked that. That balance.
His cock gave him away—hard, flushed, the tip already slick, resting against his stomach. No matter how neutral his expression stayed, his body was honest. His hips twitched when you pressed your thigh against him. His breath hitched when you kissed just under his ribs, slow and wet.
“I want to see you fall apart, Yamato,” you whispered against his skin. “Not play soldier. Don’t suppress it. Just feel.”
His eyes fluttered shut at your words. He let out a quiet, measured breath—controlled, even now. You moved lower, hands gliding down his sides. He flinched when your nails scraped lightly.
You kissed the top of his thigh, then the crease where it met his hip. His abs jumped. His fists clenched uselessly in the ropes.
“You’ve been so patient,” you whispered, licking slowly up the side of his shaft. “So good. I think you deserve a little reward.”
You didn’t warn him. You just leaned in and kissed the head of his cock—soft, wet, slow.
His whole body tensed, like a trap snapping shut. You sucked the tip into your mouth, lips tight, tongue swirling beneath it as you sank a little deeper, letting him feel the heat of your mouth.
Yamato arched subtly, barely, but it was there.
He made a low, guttural sound and turned his face away, like not looking at you would make it easier to endure. But you didn’t let up. You pulled back, licking a long stripe up the underside of his cock, letting the spit trail slowly down.
“Still not gonna say anything?”
He didn’t answer.
So you wrapped your hand around the base and took him deeper—slow, unrelenting, letting him feel every inch of your mouth, every warm breath and flick of your tongue.
His thighs trembled beneath you.
You glanced up—his jaw clenched, brows drawn tight. That mask of control was slipping.
You pulled off with a soft, wet pop, thumb circling the head of his cock. “Tell me what you want.”
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Don’t stop,” he said hoarsely. “Please.”
You smiled. “Getting there.”
You dipped back down—faster this time. Your hand twisted at the base while your mouth worked him over in slow, sucking rhythm. You pulled off between breaths to press slow, teasing kisses along his shaft, watching him twitch every time.
Then you started again—more pressure. More spit. More noise.
“Fuck,” he gasped, hips jerking upward before he caught himself. “Sorry—ah—”
You pulled off again, deliberately. “Did I say you could move?”
Yamato groaned, deep and rough. His wrists flexed in the bindings like he wanted to grab you, bury himself deep, but he didn’t. He stayed still. Obedient. And it made you ache.
“You’re so good when you listen,” you purred, stroking him lazily. “You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he breathed. “Please.”
“Beg.”
He exhaled shakily, turning his face into the crook of his arm like he could hide the flush creeping down his chest.
“Please
 let me come. I need it,” he choked out. “Please, don’t stop—I can’t—fuck—I need your mouth again.”
The desperation in his voice lit something low and hot in your stomach.
So you gave him what he asked for.
You took him in again—fast, deep, messy—moaning softly around him so he could feel it. Spit dripped from your lips, your hand moving in time with your mouth, twisting at the base.
And Yamato broke.
He came with a rough, bitten-off cry, back arching, wrists pulling at the ropes as his cock twitched on your tongue—hot and thick, spilling down your throat. You swallowed around him, sucking him through it while he gasped and trembled, completely undone.
You crawled up over him slowly, settling on his hips. He didn’t open his eyes at first—just lay there, wrists still tied, chest heaving, lips parted, flushed and wrecked.
And then, finally, he looked at you—eyes glazed, lashes damp. Shattered.
You leaned down and kissed his throat, voice low and warm.
“Told you I’d make you fall apart.”
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sagisbrainrot · 11 months ago
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bingliushen is TOO good like this is a ship for the PEOPLE! shen yuan thinking that binghe will have the harem when the whole time it's him having 2 of the strongest men crying and begging for his attention, who would willingly be on their knees and worship him without a second thought, willing to put aside their differences and realize their two sides of the same coin who want nothing but their shixiong's/shizun's happiness...
not everyone will understand get it but I do!!!
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virgostarlight · 3 months ago
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Back with some more Dom/sub au LiuShen
Despite being a Peak Lord, Liu Qingge is a renowned Sub. What makes him unique is his unnaturally strong resistance to Doms.
Most of the Peak Lords are doms, and those who are subs are on a herbal regime to increase their resistance to Doms. This is to help in combat to not be swayed by Dom opponent's Voice. This can also be trained.
Liu Qingge has never needed this.
In fact, he is seemingly unaffected by the most powerful of Doms. Many of which come to try to see if they're Commands and Glare are enough to penetrate through to his Sub instincts.
All have failed and thus had their asses beaten off Bai Zhan peak.
Post transmigration, Shen Qingqiu has made it a point to not use his Dom qualities. He knows the Original Goods had it at the ready and he definitely didn't want to abuse it in his quest to continued to live later on.
But when Lqg arrives for his regular meridian cleansing, he's right in the middle of a bad flare up from without a cure. In his pain he doesn't even remember that it was the day for his treatment. So distracted and trying to overcome the welling fear and anguish after Luo Binghe 's fall into the abyss. He's been trying to hold it together but he's been... Snippy.
So when Liu Qingge walks in, Sqq's snaps to the door and he is immediately pinned to the spot by the intensity of his shixiong's Glare.
He's been the target for Shen Qingqiu's glare before and had no trouble shrugging it off. But this was different. His knees bucked in record time, goose flesh rippling up his back as he stood there. His hand gripping the door frame, his only support to keep his knees from hitting the floor.
Shen Qingqiu notices and shakes his head, breaking the moment and leaving Liu Qingge wrestling with the need whine.
"My apologies, Shidi... That was... inappropriate." He sighs sadly.
Liu Qingge realizes he wouldn't mind at all of his shixiong continued to be 'inappropiate'...
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mr-squiggley-poufs · 4 months ago
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I'm a simple person - I see an mxtx character, and I need him to be dommed by a man that is significantly more delicate looking than him
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