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Good evening. I have a lewd question for you. Not sure if it's been asked as I've tried searching for specific asks but didn't come up with any. I forget the name of it, but you mention it several times - blacking out when one has an orgasm. So with that in mind, this is the question: How would the men react to their s/o having such a strong, pleasurable, orgasm that they do black out for a few moments. Maybe it's the first time it happened with a very steamy session? Alucard, D, Aizawa of course and if you're able to, mayhaps Vlad/card and Dom-Aizawa? Hope everything is going well with you and the family with the illness hardship. It's always a pleasure to read your writing.
Losing Yourself for a Moment
Thank you for your kind words. It is my followers and those who ask questions that help me continue to improve those skills. I will start in the order you have written. Of course, I will add my usual research “stuff”.
📍It is easier to obtain if the man has orgasmed earlier, so he stays hard much longer and less sensitive, so it takes longer for him to have a second orgasm. It's all about you and no orgasm for him to chase.
Second, most often, it's a sexual position in which you can flow with his body. Pounding or riding on top is too active with your body and less likely to slip into such a state of mind of forgetting what is all around.
📍•Think deep meditation but with an orgasm..
⚠️Warnings: Dom/sub Aizawa, pet names, oral sex both male and female,coitus in different positions, foul language, orgasm called la petite mort, mention of aftercare.. Long Answer‼️
❗️•Remember to have a safe word, so if you are suddenly uncomfortable in a sexual situation, your mate knows to stop immediately!
MINORS 🚫DO ⚠️ NOT 🚫 INTERACT❗️
📍La Petite Mort definition (sadly, Wiki has the best description?
“Several terms redirect here. For other uses, see Little Death (disambiguation) and La petite mort (disambiguation).
La petite mort (French pronunciation: [la pətit mɔʁ]; lit. 'the little death') is an expression that refers to a brief loss or weakening of consciousness, and in modern usage refers specifically to a post-orgasm sensation as likened to death.[1]
The first attested use of the expression in English was in 1572 with the meaning of "fainting fit". It later came to mean "nervous spasm" as well. The first attested use with the meaning of "orgasm" was in 1882.[1] In modern usage, this term has generally been interpreted to describe the post-orgasmic state of unconsciousness that certain people perceive after having some sexual experiences.
More widely, it can refer to the spiritual release that comes with orgasm or to a short period of melancholy or transcendence as a result of the expenditure of the "life force". Literary critic Roland Barthes spoke of la petite mort as the chief objective of reading literature, the feeling one should get when experiencing any great literature.
📌Now I am including something called: Postcoitial Dysphoria. This when you ‘crash’ from an orgasm or the body sends out the wrong hormone at the wrong time. An active and immediate aftercare requirement. This can set in after such a high from your orgasm.
“Postcoital dysphoria (PCD) is a term used to describe the experience of sudden and unexpected negative emotions like sadness, irritability or anxiety directly following sexual intercourse or activity. Sometimes called ‘post-sex blues’ or postcoital tristesse, PCD usually occurs after orgasm during what’s referred to as the ‘resolution phase’ of the sexual response cycle.1, 3, 4
For many men and women, PCD symptoms come on suddenly directly following orgasm and can occur after masturbation or sexual intercourse. Generally, PCD episodes last only a matter of minutes. For others, the distressing feelings can last for several hours.4 Part of what makes PCD episodes so upsetting is that they can occur in people who have no other mental health issues, no history of depression, and after sexual intercourse that was satisfying and enjoyable.1, 2, 3”
✅️Notice: All of them would be thrilled to have you consumed with such a deep, mind-blowing orgasm. It would be a visible sign as to how good of a lover they can be when given the time..
🍷•Alucard: Vampire King
•Alucard would plan a weekend, hopefully not interrupted, and start to seduce you. The weekend is to take all the time he needs to ‘melt’ your brain eventually. Your only goal is to totally let go of your cares and just do what feels good.
Moan, pull hair and let yourself go..
“Draga mea,” his lips close to your right ear. “This time spent is all about you..”
A shiver goes down your spine..
•Then for your dinner on Friday night is your favorite dish and dessert. Alucard swirls his blood (wine) and gives you coy and seductive glances, smiles, and an occasional licking of his lips.
He even picked the suit you find him most desirable in..
•The dessert he insists on feeding to you. Of course, any misses your warm mouth. He licks off your face. You have never seen a man so fucking sexy just feeding you.
“My darling, you taste better than strawberries and cream..” Then he steals a kiss and promises more passionate kisses in time.
•Next he will take you to Hellsing’s ballroom, and just the two of you occupy the room. Alucard insists on old records of waltz music not modern remastered. If you don't dance, he will teach you. His fingers lightly ghost over your skin just close enough to being inappropriate in Victorian London but not more.
•Or perhaps you simply walk in Hellsing’s rose garden under the full moon. He tells you about Wallachia/Romania when lived there and pauses before some wild roses that are transplanted in the garden. They came from him, as they were planted and Hellsing dug them up, from Carfax Abbey.
For a moment Alucard pauses and stands absolutely still..
•When you both retire to his basement room, Alucard gives you a nude full body massage with oil. Once more, his hands and fingers touch close, but not enough to be crude groping. You feel your desire growing but more slowly than usual.
It's the slow burn..
•You and Alucard move to a hot shower to remove all the massage oil. He can't help but rub his muscular pale body against yours. The Shadow King washes your hair for you. Meanwhile, Walter has warm towels for you, so the cool air in the basement doesn't cause a chill to your skin.
Perhaps orally getting each other off..
•Then sometime during the weekend, perhaps it's lazy Sunday sex style, he is on top gently dominating, pinned by arms but slow rocking of hips, his pubic bone rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves.
And it sneaks up on you..
•You feel like energy is going up your spine, flooding your brain with overwhelming pleasure as the energy loops back to your throbbing, clinching of Alucard’s member. When you open your eyes, having closed them as you enter a deep, his face close to yours. His eyes burn a brilliant swirl of red and oranges with hints of yellow like molten lava.
He’s enjoying your mind and body lost in ecstasy…
“Rest my draga mea/meu…” he softly purrs like a smug cat. We can take care of me later.”
🛡•Vladcard (breathing)
•A nice and secluded spot where you can let yourself go without fear of being heard or discovered. He is very much in the mood “to breed you” but in a slow and all-consuming passion.
A special moment all alone with him without interruption..
•He coaxes you along with sweet truths of how beautiful and utterly desirable that it almost drives him sexually crazy. A version of the scissors position has him deep inside while his calloused fingers strum your sensitive bundle.
And there it is..
•His viridescent (greenish or becoming green) eyes take it all in. It would seem that le petit mort is not a myth. His hips resume moving until he comes, or you're no longer wet.
“Micul meu înger s-a înălțat pentru câteva momente? [Did my little angel soar high for a few moments?]
This is how Alucard knows about it for the future..
⚜️•Vampire Hunter D
•For D, the location will be everything. You and he need to be able to let your guard down. That means a secure location or an abandoned Nobility castle. His blue gemmed necklace disables any still active security detection as far as machinery.
•A place with food and drink, with a comfortable room as is found in Noble created homes. You two slowly undress each other and explore each other's body.
Seeking for hidden sweet spots missed in the past..
•Oddly the back of the knee and inner spot of elbow can be so sensitive you almost cum from licking and sucking. Points of the hips with nails that drag but don't last but for moments.
D listens to your body by sighs, moans and more..
•With diligence and cat-like grace mixed with skills of love making, D feels your heart fluttering and the sudden surge near unconsciousness. And when he thinks you do not hear his soft voice..
“I love you like no one else in this world matters..”
🥢•Shouta Aizawa
•Shouta will actually take a couple days off to make sure (and threats of severe training if interrupted which includes the other teachers..(All Might! That includes you too!)
•Maybe a quiet meal at your shared residence and snuggling on the couch, watching your shared favorites that he enjoys too.
•Similarly like D and Alucard, a great amount of care, coaxing and touch has you bowing your back and then the sudden slip of time lost.
“How are you feeling (Y/n)..?” He whispers in your ear. “You're so special to me, now and the rest of our lives.”
🪢•Dom!Aizawa
•Aizawa is the best in Dom/sub relationships. His aftercare is impeccable and seems to know just what you need.
•He bound your arms to the head board with just enough slack your hands can reach his scarf to hold on to. When you are restrained Shouta places a blindfold on you know.
All your other senses come on line..
“Let go, little one, and just feel us..”
•Perhaps he does cold and heat or something more risky like blade play. You trust him as the air is warm, but the knife blade is cool, gliding across your bare skin. His deep baritone voice tells you how well you are doing.
•He places the knife in a safe spot and climbs on top while removing the blindfold. He situates himself to slide in your wager body. Now Shouta rises up on his knees and begins to do deep plunges and teasing, almost pulling out, until you think he's teasing you, but you just need to be a patient little one.
“Eyes here…” He states in a calm but demanding voice, motioning to keep looking into his dark eyes.
•He hits bottom but not as to be painful and watches your body begin to sexually convulse and shake until he sees your eyelashs flashes flutter and your eyes roll into the back of your skull.
•You return to feel Shouta helping your body, and now your mind comes down from a you didn't think was possible. He reaches for a cool bottle of water and something to snack on.
•Now you hear him running a warm bath and all the steps to ensure you don't do a sub drop after such an intense experience.
“You did so well little one,” his voice is still gravelly. “Thank you for trusting me in such a vulnerable way.”
La petite mort
Sub drop
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Yet.
La Petite Morte
"Votre âme, s'il vous plaît."
Choking through the foam of an aqua demise
The poor sailor strayed, failing to stay afloat
A siren then beckoned him to an ancient ocean buoy
Amorous to her spell, he acceded to her lifeline
Then he died the little death as she ate him alive
Flowing through the spine, a lingering shiver
Chilled floating bliss, dissolving into shutters
Reverberating endlessly
Seething within, tension breaks at the first word
You’re brooding on a tide
Dark and driven waters carving out channels
Quiet, waiting, brittle
Releasing a single reclined breath
I creep in through the white noise of the swirling ennui that surrounds you
Right below the earlobe in my driest cabernet cadence
Our duet has such modality, but it’s not a nocturne… it’s a dirge
And the death I deal is cruel
You’ll feel it coming in the blood-flooded chambers of your true strumpet heart
And I can kill you like this wherever I wish...
A darkened corner of the city’s most notorious dive
White-knuckling the wheel on some midnight mile down I-88
In the shower (like Janet Leigh)
Each death is different, but death all the same
And, unlike a cat, you’ll never run out
How fortunate for me
what if death is a like a prism our consciousness passes through like light, and scatters us like particles, breaking out wavelengths seen and unseen, and when we meet someone we feel like we’ve known our whole life we’re re-meeting a small part of ourselves we traveled with on another journey at another time, now shining through a new medium, and maybe those rare ones we find and feel like soul mates are particles of us in a wavelength closer to the one which we presently perceive