#could tell when I was getting overstimulated and wouldn't make noises that made it worse

[bobblestheninja]

There are some reasons you wouldn't want to muzzle a reactive dog though.

My Molly had a rough life before we got her, and was fear-aggressive with other dogs. We put in a ton of training with her, but even then the leashed/unleashed power dynamic was not one she did well with (luckily in our area not a lot of people let their dogs off leash)

However, we didn't use the muzzle as a preventative measure during walks, that's because we very quickly realized that it had a psychological effect on her (because of having to use it for the vets when she was having her joints checked for her arthritis, that she started having issues with pretty young.)

That's because the second the muzzle went on (so long as one of her people were nearby, or one of the vets/techs she knew, or one of her people physically handed the leash to the other person) she relaxed.

She was a Rhodisian Ridgeback/Lab mix, and wanted to keep her people safe. So the muzzle signaled to her that it was okay, we were doing the protecting for now. It was a signal that worked super well, especially once she developed diabetes and had to get insulin twice a day/get her sugars tested. Muzzle on, Molly relaxed, there was no issue with doing whatever medical thing that needed to be done. Muzzle meant humans were in control of her safety and wouldn't let anything bad happen to her.

However, using the muzzle for situations where we didn't know it was 100% safe for her and that we didn't have control over? That wasn't something we would do, because we didn't want some other person's dog attacking her when she was vulnerable and ruining her signal to relax and allow her ears to be medicated or to calm down so she can be poked. So no muzzle for walks, just the harness and strong leash so that she could be taken away from the situation, and carefully planning our trips. The harness allowed us to control her, especially when she got older, because even though she was a good 80 lbs she had hip dysplasia, and her hind legs were relatively weak. So even if she wouldn't sit (if a dog came by on leash we would go far to the side of the path, basically into the bush, and she would have to sit with no slack in the leash) then I could basically use the harness to lift her front end a little off the ground so she couldn't get the leverage to do anything even if she wanted to.

Now she wasn't going to bite people or anything, she was very calm with people, but we did know that it was a possibility if an unleashed dog came up to her. But because we could make sure she couldn't lunge, and our area didn't have off-leash dogs that often, we could keep the muzzle for unfun vet visits and keep it from being associated with being powerless and vulnerable, and keep it being more associated with being safe in an uncomfortable situation.

Everyone else talked about outdoor cats, it's time for me to talk about offleash dogs

[starboye]

Kinktober Day 14

starring: billy loomis x male reader

request: Billy Loomis x SubTop shy nerdy Male Reader

warnings: smut, riding, overstimulation, unprotected sex, cursing, orgasm denial, punishment, gagging, creampie

fuck why did it have to go like this, you were just supposed to be hanging at billy's place to study but he knew the real reason you were over here, you hadn't seen him in a week due to the overwhelming amount of exams you had to do and you were hella pent up.

the way you were looking him up and down each and every minute while trying your hardest to keep your eyes on the book in front of you was a telling sign "need some help" billy asks lifting from his spot on the bed and walking over to the desk.

he leaned over you, his hand sitting on the desk to hold him up while his other moved to drape over your shoulder "no i'm good" you shudder feeling yourself get harder by the second "c'mon you look like you're having a hard time staying focused" billy scoffs taking the pencil out of your hand, his slightly rough digits grazing the back of your hand.

sending you into an immediate spiral, you were thinking of buying a ring, getting a house, and marrying this fine ass man, yes you were getting a little ahead of yourself but my god you wanted him bad now, lifting up from your seat and kissing him.

"well damn took you long enough" billy smirked taking off his clothes as you followed suit, after you both became naked he pushed you onto the bed and straddled your lap, spitting a little spit onto your tip and rubbing his thumb over it making you jolt in sensation before he let you into him.

you letting out a long drawled out moan in response, he had the tightness of a sex toy fresh out the box, a feeling you became all to familiar with that also made lose all interest in using them after the... halloween incident, just thinking about it made shivers run down your spine but that's another story for another day.

billy bounced up and down on your cock like he was riding a rodeo, tightening around you on every bounce practically trying to make you cum in seconds and it was a shame to admit that he could but this time you wouldn't let him but in holding back the whole neighborhood could hear your moans.

no literally, your next door neighbor were calling the cops to file a noise complaint, but that still didn't stop the man above you from fucking himself on your cock like you two were the only people in the world, it felt to good to stop and after not getting off in a week you needed this break because studying is hard.

but not as hard as you were right now, billy could feel your cock pulsing in him, your heart racing as the room around you spun quickly, your hands instinctively finding their way to hide your blushing face from the world.

"ah ah take 'em off now" billy demanded and with your cock basically in his control you had choice but to oblige and lowered your hands, he took both your hands and placed one on his cock and the other on his hips "look at that, a much better place for those huh" he asked starting to thrust his cock into your hand.

"mhm" you choked out to his question, it felt like your body was sinking into the bed, with the bouncing on your cock you wanted to cum so badly it hurt "bi...billy can i cum" you asked looking up at him begging "not yet daddy, i wanna cum with you" he smiled at your weak self.

he loved the sight of seeing you being so submissive for him, he owned you and your cock and you knew that but followed his commands willingly, you were shaking to be able to cum but you couldn't dare disobey billy.

billy leaned down to kiss you, messily laying kisses from your lips to your chest to you stomach "you're so handsome" he complimented and you couldn't handle when he made compliments to you it was to much for your brain to handle and with his wrapped around your cock to it was just even worse making you spurt your cum into him.

"y/nnnn" he teased you, never stopping his riding to overstimulate you "m'sorry billy, i'm so sorry i didn't mean too" you try to hold your case but billy doesn't wanna hear it, shoving a pair of his used underwear into your mouth and continued riding you until he came, cumming all over your chest with satisfied moans.

your fucked out body amused him, maybe it was a kind of thing he got from being ghostface, the love of seeing his victim scared or just fucked up, you were in a dazed state, not a single thought behind those eyes as billy layed next to you "im sorry billy" you sounded almost puppy like in billys ears, begging for your masters forgiveness.

"don't be i got my fill out of it" billy smirks wiping some of his cum off your chest to lick off his finger before he hears someone knock at the door "police department, open up" shit i guess that neighbor really did call the cops.

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[restinslices]

Yo, still waiting for that if Tomas was a sub one (canon tbh)

Cannot believe I forgot. Y’all can boo me

Imma just come out and say it. He's such a whiny sub

There are characters that give me dom vibes but I think them as subs would be fun. There are characters that give me switch vibes. Tomas gives me only sub vibes. I don't detect a dom in there. idk, that's just me tho

So needy and whiny it'd probably throw you off when you see him doing anything other than begging you to touch him 

Cannot handle teasing at all. He's ok with teasing you but breaks easily when you tease him 

Honestly he can't backup any of the shit he talks. 

One of those subs who need attention at all times. Even if you're not interacting with him, he still wants you in the area 

Kinks I think he'd have are barebacking, biting, humiliation (a HUGE one and imma stand on it), breath play, collaring (in private), impact play, sex toys and sensory deprivation 

I just feel like he's a slut in disguise. Where's my proof? I made it the fuck up. I'm doing this for US 

If you have female anatomy he's also getting pegged. IDC IDC 

Humiliation is a big one for him because he knows it's still a safe space. You can taunt him about how he's a slut, write things on him, make him get off with something unusual, ect. but at the end of day you still love him and it's all for fun. 

You can tell when he's needy ‘cause he's extremely close to you. He follows you around normally, but he's right on your heels 

To torture him more you can pretend you have no idea what he wants. He knows you know and you know he knows, but watching him try to ignore how he feels ‘cause he doesn't wanna say it out loud is priceless. 

He also has a tendency to say he can't take anymore but in reality he wants you to keep going. This is a big guy, he can take it. 

There's two good punishments for him; Cockwarming and overstimulation 

Cockwarming because he can't handle teasing. It's so simple but he can't stand it and doesn't know which is worse; when you're inside of him (actual dick or strapon, doesn't matter) or when he's inside of you. Either way, it doesn't take long for him to apologize for whatever he's done and beg you to fuck him already. 

For overstimulation he gets turned on and cums pretty easily so it wouldn't take that much to overstimulate him. 

These two go well together. Cockwarming then overstimulation as a “isn't this what you wanted?”

What would make this better is quizzing him on something. His brain stops working when he's horny so quizzing him on Lin Kuei principles or something else he for sure knows adds to it. 

He knows he knows the answer but his brain is a fog. It kinda puts the punishment in his hands but that adds to the torture. If he could figure this out, then you'd actually fuck him (or you'd stop fucking him if you do this while overstimulating him)

As I'm typing this I thought of another thing that can be both a punishment but also something he enjoys. Dryhumping. Listen to me and listen to me well-

I can see him coming up behind you when you're alone and rubbing against you to let you know he's needy. And if you told him to keep going, he'd cum but it's not what he really wants to do. 

So him being in trouble and being forced to rub against you but not be inside you or have you inside him would drive him nuts. 

Aftercare for him would be showering together, cuddling and reassuring him you didn't mean any of the negative things you said. Especially after an intense punishment, he needs to hear you don't actually think negatively of him and you love him. 

Also reading together depending on the day. Just something really chill to pull him back to reality. 

I just realized he has the least amount of words so here are afterthoughts to fix that

I know I've called him whiny multiple times but I genuinely think sometimes he can't even form coherent sentences. All that comes out are noises 

Tries not to pout but does so anyway 

He can get off just from giving head 

Loves you leaving marks on him as long as he can cover it up. He can't be scrapping and the enemy sees a hickey on his neck

Tries to sneakily break rules. For example, if a rule is “no touching yourself when I'm gone” he'll do it anyway and try to get rid of the evidence. He'll shower, change clothes, clean any toy he used and whatever else he has to do but you somehow always know. 

Tomas is not the best liar and has some habits he does when lying, like tapping his fingertips together so you find out that way or from actually catching him and pretending you didn’t

The type to break rules on purpose if you haven't been giving him attention and then be surprised when actions have consequences 

Will call you whatever title you prefer if you don't just wanna go by your name

Like his brothers, he for sure could just throw you off but he never does. It adds to the fun. He's a skilled assassin but if you said “jump” he'd ask ��how high?”

The best sub to have if you want one whos so pathetically in love with you but can be a little shit sometimes 

Even after his punishments, he keeps apologizing to make sure you're not actually mad at him. 

Probably begs you to cum inside him anyway you can

I see him and start tweaking fr

[mamamittens]

I imagine Nikia has a few issues outside of general socialization.

Biggest ones being overstimulation and disassociation.

She's used to living alone in an isolated cabin with rare contact with the outside world.

It took years to find a balance of hobbies and tasks to fill her time because she hated how hard she started to blank out on the mountain despite loving being there. Time melting in her perception, it's still such a problem she probably requires a watch of some kind just to keep track of it. Her own internal clock totally busted otherwise.

With a few years under her belt she has a rotating list of chores and hobbies depending on mood and need.

Overstimulation ties into just... Her general self, honestly. But her hearing is quite attuned to the slightest noise (mostly as an owl reference, given their sight and hearing are what make them such deadly hunters and her vision is just. Too attuned to long distance vision she's essentially, functionally near sighted). So it's far too easy for her to start... Slipping away in large crowds. Conversations hard to follow because she's picking up on all of them at once. Haki not helping matters in the slightest. Even smells and tastes can do her in when it gets bad.

Of course, she assumes she got a hold of all this well before moving into the Moby.

But no. She definitely did not.

In fact, it just gets so much worse.

The ship is so big, windows so few she genuinely has no idea what time it is at any given moment. She can get lost, disassociating at her desk in the library, for a couple of days without realizing it. Only briefly leaving for what feels like frequent bathroom breaks but it's actually just her going through several glasses of water and nothing else. The easiest way she has of realizing how long anything has been is that she feels gross (physically, hygienically) after about a day. But in a fugue state she doesn't even realize that.

This isn't a state the boys let her get into, it's something they realize early on and try to prevent.

I imagine a watch is Thatch's idea but Izou executes it. A pretty, slim watch with pleasing metal links and adjusts to fit snugly on her wrist so it doesn't get to be "too much" but can be spun. A bracelet with bells to click and chime against it because she's already too good at sneaking up on people but Fugue State Nikia is so haunting most people have heart palpitations when confronted with her, convinced they're seeing shut cause she doesn't even feel like she's really there.

It takes...

A very long time for her to find a schedule that she can fit herself into. And then follows near religiously because it's the only way she can grasp time in any real way.

Someone decides to be an ass and pranks her by stealing the watch when she's showering. An already rough day is made so much worse and Izou is in the war path after realizing she was late for a late meet up over some clothing alterations for her wings, only to find her in tears, over grooming her wings.

She's borderline hysterical, apologizing for losing track of time because her wings wouldn't settle down "right" and she couldn't tell if her usual allotted preening time after her shower had passed yet. Stuck cyclically soothing her wings only to remember why she needed to self sooth and her feathers bristling out of place over and over again.

Izou sics Thatch on her because he's the most babying with his hugs and nearly shoots three people trying to find the watch. Thatch is happy to cuddle and let her sleep on him but is equally unhappy about the state she was in.

Later, she's embarrassed but not entirely sure why the day was so bad to begin with. Or perhaps unwilling to admit it.

(Mostly sensory issues, book slamming, scrapping sounds, arguments, B.O. that lingered, open mouth chewing next to her at breakfast and lunch, and starting with none of her favorite sweaters 'feeling right')

As far as she could tell, it was just a bad day made worse but really appreciates having such sweet friends.

Izou and Thatch are very happy to hear that, even if they die a little inside at just being friends.

Also!

Another cute drawing from an anonymous friend!

[llatimeria]

why are upstairs neighbors the way they are. i know this is long but can somebody please . please read this and give me a reality check

the last few people who rented the apartment above us were annoying too but it pales in comparison to whoever lives there now. Every single fucking day, usually in the evenings or late afternoons, they do ... Something. it could be sex or some kind of exercise or any other number of things. It's just a lot of THUD THUD THUD THUD THUDs on and off for half an hour to an hour and a half. Today it started at 8pm and lasted til 9 but the last time I made a note of the time it happened around 3pm as I was trying to do homework.

It feels like the whole ceiling shakes. I swear sometimes it fucks with the air pressure in my ears, which is really hard to notice until it's driving me insane, like a grain of sand in my sock. It's started to stress out our dog, which just makes her start barking (and she's clearly barking at the ceiling), but her barking is in itself overstimulating, which stresses us out more, which she picks up on, which just makes her bark more because she's baby and doesn't like it when her dads are anxious.

The thudding alone can be enough to overstimulate us, but combined with the barking and coincidental other neighbor noises that don't usually bother us, it's... Extremely draining. We're both neurodivergent people with PTSD. Loud, unpredictable noises don't really mix well with us. On more than one occasion my partner's had full blown anxiety attacks bc of the combination of sudden loud noises (a known trigger for them) and the overstimulation (another known trigger for them). We like. Actively can't keep living like this. lmao. I cannot stress enough how it is every day and never quite at the exact same time so we can emotionally prepare for it, and it's not like we should have to prepare to exist in our own living room anyways.

Anyways I just need to purge all of my anxieties and get a reality check about this. Help

We could just be stupid and unreasonable and should just grow up and get over it, and will be fully confronted with that if we do anything.

We might just open ourselves up to harassment (or becoming the butt of a lot of jokes) because we're the whiny neighbors who have nothing better to do than complain

Even if we are being reasonable, it doesn't really make a difference, because if our neighbors think that we're not, they could harass us anyways

They could make a noise complaint about our dog out of spite ("why are you mad at Them when it's Your dog that barks")

Maybe we're also extremely annoying neighbors and we'll look like huge assholes/idiots if we complain about anyone else (implausible, but again. Small dog)

What if we try to contact them and they interpret it as an attack on them. We think one of the people living above us is a very large, heavyset man we've seen around the apartment complex, and we don't want to put our feet in our mouths if he's literally just vibing (or worse, excercising to lose weight) and we just totally humiliate him by telling him his mere footsteps are overstimulating down here. I don't want anyone to feel BAD. (And we're also not totally sure the guy we've seen is actually the guy above us, we just know they showed up around the same time)

We did actually try bonking the ceiling with a broom a few days ago and they obviously heard it because they stopped for a second, laughed, and started doing whatever it is more loudly, but what if that was entirely a coincidence and they didn't notice at all

What if they interpret any message we send as a passive-aggressive attack rather than just trying to let them know how loud they're being

And what if we do actually come across as passive-aggressive towards people who aren't us and we just make everything worse by bungling our communication attempts. It wouldn't be on purpose, but again it doesn't matter because some people interpret everything as an attack regardless

They could generally just fuck with our lives and make us miserable forever with no recourse if we fuck this up, too. like. We LIVE right BENEATH them. They know where we live and probably the layout of our apartment, since it's probably identical to theirs. They could probably figure out which car is ours. They could report our dog barking, or just come up with any number of fake/minor complaints. They could stalk us, vandalize our shit, intentionally make more noise or make louder noises and intentionally try to overwhelm/trigger us, or any number of things. Even if they got in trouble for it, that doesn't really matter because I just don't want it to happen in the first place.

And, worse, what if we try to get them punished, but it turns out we really were the aggressors the entire time according to anyone normal, and we just get our entire lives deservedly wrecked instead

i don't know what to dooooo

[rezdragon]

By the way, I forgot to mention that I've finally moved back to my office.

If you didn't know (which I don't blame you), back in June of this year, I had to move my workstation out to the living room because the chair out there was easier on my hip than my office chair. Sitting in my office chair caused pain so intense I had to bed rest for 14 hours. I honestly was never sure why. I can only guess that my office chair just does not support my pelvis as well as I thought it did.

Anyways, I have a reason for retreating back to my goon cave, so I'll explain under the cut because it gets a little venty and bitchy.

Well first of all, I've been practicing walking around the house without my cane for two weeks now to try and get some strength back into my legs and waist. I honestly have lost so much strength down there. Now the pain from me walking excessively comes from my muscles being so weak that they just cannot handle the load anymore.

When I was working on new material for Tamesu, I had to sit in my office to record shit, and I was sitting in a much more uncomfortable plastic card table chair. I sat there for two hours recording whatever and I found that I wasn't in a lot of pain anymore, mostly just overall discomfort.

So I figured I'd take the risk and return to my office. I say "risk" because, again, I had to move my whole ass work station out to the living room. It took 45 minutes to take all of that shit back to my office (harddrives, computer and charging cable, mouse with pad, USB tree to support drives, Zoom H5, my headphones, my camera [recently used], my desk fan that keeps my computer cool, my macro pad, and all my damn medication).

However, the main reason for me moving back was simply because I was so fucking tired of being constantly overstimulated and having my workflow interrupted.

Because I've been waking up at 4pm since July, I've had maybe a good three to two hours to myself before my partner would come home from work. Which I could sort of use to work on stuff, but generally I spend my first two hours just... waking up. I wouldn't be ready to work on stuff until 5:30 most of the time, and by the time I really got any momentum, my partner would come home, turn on the TV and start watching shit on Youtube, which would instantly break my concentration. I can't tell you how many times I wanted to write more parts for Running With the Devil and because my partner was watching Youtube videos, the words would just instantly fall out of my brain. The script for "The Sound Design of Horizon" took a month to write for this reason. The ONLY time I could write it was super early in the morning.

I do love my partner, but having almost no alone time to myself during the day and constantly being subjected to whatever he wanted to watch was starting to drive me insane. Half the reason my sleep schedule is so fucking busted right now is because I was staying up until 7am JUST to have some fucking time to myself. To make matters worse, my partner doesn't have a consistent sleep schedule on his days off, so often or not, I would be stuck listening to Youtube videos I don't want to watch for 14 hours NON. STOP. well into the late hours of the night (sometimes until 4am).

And it's not like the content was bad by any stretch of the imagination, it was just about topics I DO NOT care for at all and I would RATHER BE DOING SOMETHING ELSE. It's kind of part of the reason my visual art output semi-exploded after June because art was the ONLY thing I could consistently do without being interrupted because watching something is what I DO when I'm working on art. "The Girls Are Sleeping" was made while watching the entire documentary series on John Adams.

And no, headphones did NOT make it better. I don't have any proper noise cancelling headphones and I also dislike wearing headphones for extremely long stretches at a time. I also cannot write while listening to music, not even dark ambience (DA doesn't exactly filter out noise either). I NEED silence to concentrate on what I'm writing.

I still had quite the explosion in writing output this year all things considered, but I feel it could have been a LOT bigger if I had more quiet time to myself. This week is when the overstimulation was so bad that I ended up just shutting myself in the bedroom for two hours in complete darkness listening to the sound of a fan. The show he was watching in particular was played just ever so slightly too loudly, so it mixed with what I was trying to listen to with my headphones and well, brain exploded.

That was my breaking point and I decided I needed to attempt to move back to my office. Yeah, my legs will be more uncomfortable overall, but I really needed the quiet back. RezDragon needs her quiet time, very, very badly.

Like I generally don't get easily overstimulated by noise, it takes a lot and for it to go on for awhile. But god I have never been more constantly overstimulated in my life than in the 8 months I've been stuck out in the living room trying to work.

[syonaravalen]

As a person with these issues, not only does this post make me happy, but I also have many stories I could share on this. I'll stick to one though

Crowds and loud noises are unbelievably difficult for me. The person I've always took comfort in when it came to these situations was my dad. When I held onto him, whether it be clothing or skin, it calmed me.

A couple years ago, my family went to Disneyland together, it wasn't our first trip and wouldn't be the last but let me tell ya, the crowds at closing time or at the times when a show ends? Full of overstimulation. I latched onto my dad as it slowly grew more unbearable, an attempt of a sign of distress, hoping for help but instead he snapped at me for grabbing onto him. I let go, not wanting to upset him further. I understood his concern considering we were in a crowd and pickpocketing is a problem but, he was my comfort so to have that stripped away just made things worse. I stayed as close as possible to him, trying to stay calm as we pushed our ways through the crowd but I was still overstimulated and wasn't able to get the proper comfort I needed.

Had I been any younger I would've gone into a full out panic attack and would've had to force him to get us out of the crowd before getting to the point of nearly passing out.

While yes, I can handle crowds and loud noises a lot better than I could when I was younger and I've learned how to calm myself plus, found things that help me, it doesn't change the fact that I still get overstimulated to an extent. But there are others who still haven't found (and some who may never find) an outlet that can help them combat their under/overstimulation. There are those whose sensory issues may never fade or may get worse as they age. Sensory issues are a genuine issue that people have and shouldn't be excused as "overreacting" or as "throwing a tantrum".

To everyone with sensory issues:

You are not a baby for melting down because of under/overstimulation. You are not being immature or “just throwing a tantrum” when you have meltdowns. The discomfort and pain and fear you feel due to your sensory issues is real and valid, and shouldn’t be dismissed as silly or unimportant by people who don’t understand it.