#overstimulated

[borderlesbian]

me fighting the urge to be such a bitch to someone bc i'm overstimulated and anxious

[girllbossing]

Sorry for being a bitch earlier, I needed to lay in the dark with my headphones for 3 hours to feel better

[theremina]

[zaytheslay]

the autism is strong in this one

[swiftiesbuddie]

STOP

i’m gonna have feelings

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

EDIT

and Eddie’s voice would’ve been the one HURTING him then

i’m gonna kms

[spoonielols]

[normalpeoplethiings]

the state you see me in on a friday night after i’ve spent the whole week being overstimulated

[bambi-slxt]

soft!dom!matt:

✨ a concept ✨

"is this okay? yeah? okay baby girl," he says with a smile, curling his fingers into you as he gazes lovingly down at your pleasure-drunk face.

"you're doing so good baby, just like that."

"aww...good girl, you look so pretty falling apart on my fingers like that."

"more? baby, you can barely handle my hand, you're not ready for my cock yet. silly girl," as he kisses you so sweetly.

"there we go, mama, that's it..." he murmurs, as if your whimpers of pleasure and erratically bucking hips are nothing new. "let it out, pretty girl, let it out."

"come on, one more for me babydoll," he says softly against your temple, holding you against his chest, your legs thrown out on the bed as he caresses your hair and assaults your clit with his thumb, faster and faster and lighter and lighter until you're chasing your orgasm again and again and again...

finally collapsing, a trembling mess, you curl your fingers into his shirt, tears staining your cheeks from the overwhelming love and pleasure. "i love you, i love you, i love you..."

"i know, sweet girl," he whispers, pressing oh-so-gentle kisses atop your head. "you did so good. breathe, there we go. i'm so fucking proud of you. in and out, through your nose, attagirl. you're such a good girl for me."

"yeah?"

he chuckles and tilts your head up with his utterly pruned fingertips. "you're the best girl in the whole world, sweetheart."

he tucks stray hairs away from your glistening face and behind your ear. "i love you too. drink this," matt says, pulling his water bottle from the nightstand and pressing the cold plastic into your hand. "such a good girl, my god."

he touches his nose to yours and nuzzles you tenderly. "favorite girl in the whole world."

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I used to have recurring fever dreams of math equations that would get more complex until I got overstimulated and it would alternate between that and every character in Genshin Impact having a shoot off. The sounds of the gunshots made me even more overstimulated.

[autisticdreamdrop]

before a meltdown

[strnilolover]

adhd!reader with Matt or Chris when overstimulated

Matt …

There weren’t many time that you easily got overstimulated, they were usually more subtle — easier to deal with right away with some easy fixes.

But, there were other times that every little trigger played into it — and today was that kind of day. You and Matt needed to go to the store for dinner items and other food necessitated and the grocery store was packed when you arrived. People were everywhere — bumping into carts, clogging the aisles, and standing way too close for comfort.

You weren’t one for crowded places — never have been. It made you feel suffocated and stuck in a place you couldn’t escape from. The chatter, the beeping of cash registers, and the squeaking of cart wheels were all blending into a chaotic mess. You had thought this would be a quick trip with Matt, but now it felt like the walls were closing in the longer you were there for.

Your breathing had started to quicken as you scanned the crowded aisle, gripping the cart tightly. You tried to calm your nerves yourself, but it ultimately felt like the walls were closing in on you and there was no room to move. “Do we have everything? Can we just go?” you asked, your voice sharper than you meant it to be.

Matt glanced at you, immediately noticing the tension in your face and the way your hands were clutching the cart. “Hey,” he said gently, stepping closer but not touching you. “What’s wrong?”

Your teeth gritted together which — just made your brain cringe more at the sound and feeling. An unsettling feeling creeping through your bones. “I just — I hate crowded places,” you muttered, avoiding his eyes. “It’s too much. I just want to leave.”

“Okay,” Matt said, his voice calm. “We’ll leave. But first, let’s just breathe for a second, alright?” trying his best to not set you off any further.

“I don’t need to breathe; I need to get out of here,” you snapped, feeling a mix of irritation and panic bubbling up deep in your chest. Your brain was rattling, that gross feeling still coursing through your veins from gritting your teeth together.

Matt didn’t take your tone personally. Instead, he nodded. “Alright. Let’s head toward the checkout now. You don’t have to do anything else — I’ll handle it, okay baby?”

You hesitated, still feeling anxious, but you nodded and started moving toward the front of the store. He walked slightly ahead of you, creating a subtle barrier between you and the crowd, giving you space without making it obvious. At the self-checkout, he took over completely, scanning items quickly and efficiently while keeping an eye on you.

When you finally got outside, the fresh air hit you like a wave of relief. You took a deep breath, your chest finally loosening. Matt turned to you, his expression soft.

“Better?” he asked, keeping his tone low and calm. You nodded, your voice quiet. “Yeah. I’m sorry I got snappy.” you muttered.

Matt shook his head. “Don’t apologize,” he said with a small smile. “Crowds suck. I get it.” You managed a faint smile. “Can we…can we go home now? please?” you asked softly, still feeling the urge to get home to the peace and quiet.

“Of course,” Matt said, unlocking the car. “No more crowded places for the rest of the day. We’ll watch your favorite show when we got home, deal?.”

A faint smile spread across your face — “Deal.”

Chris …

The party had been a mistake. You’d known it from the second you walked in. The music was loud, the crowd was thick, and the energy of the room was chaotic in a way that immediately set your nerves on edge. But you’d pushed yourself to go because Chris had been excited about it, and part of you had wanted to believe you could handle it.

You couldn’t.

By the time the house was packed and the bass thumped relentlessly in your chest, you felt like you were vibrating with tension. Every laugh, every shout, every clang of glass was grating against your nerves, and you couldn’t think straight. You stood near Chris while he chatted with friends, but the words blurred together, and all you could focus on was the overwhelming noise.

“Hey,” Chris said, nudging your arm gently. “You good?” he asked, concern written along his features. He knew something was off — he could sense it in the way your body language had quickly changed.

“I’m fine,” you muttered quickly, pulling away from his touch. Your tone was sharper than you intended, and you immediately hated yourself for it. “I just — I need a second,” you mumbled, already turning and walking off toward the kitchen. You found a quiet spot, a part of the kitchen that seemed to be off limits but you didn’t care.

You leaned against the counter, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. Your breathing was shallow, and your irritation was boiling over into full shutdown mode. You didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to explain. You just wanted everyone, including Chris, to leave you alone.

You were so lost in your head, that you didn’t hear footsteps approaching the doorway. “Hey,” Chris’s voice cut through the fog. You glanced up to see him standing in the doorway, his eyes soft and his hands tucked into his pockets. He stayed where he was, not coming any closer. “What’s going on?”

Your eyes squinted. “Nothing,” you snapped, your voice clipped. “I’m fine. Jus’ go back to the party.” and Chris tilted his head slightly, studying you. “You don’t seem fine,” he said gently, his tone calm and steady. “It’s okay if you’re not.”

You shook your head, your teeth gnawing on your lower lip. “I don’t want to talk about it,” you muttered, turning your gaze back to the counter. “Alright,” Chris said, his voice still soft. “We don’t have to talk. But I’m staying here.”

You frowned, irritation bubbling up again. “I don’t need you to babysit me.” you mumbled. “I know,” he said easily. “I’m not babysitting. Just… being here.”

His calmness started to chip away at your frustration, and after a long silence, he spoke again, his tone even gentler. “Can I help? You don’t have to say anything, but… would it help if we did some breathing? Just to settle a bit.”

You hesitated, still caught between irritation and desperation for relief. Finally, you nodded once, stiffly. Chris smiled softly, staying where he was to give you space. “Alright. In through your nose, nice and slow.” He inhaled deeply, exaggerating it slightly so you could follow. “And out through your mouth.”

You mirrored him, your first breath shaky but slowly steadying with each repetition. He kept his pace slow and easy, his voice a low hum guiding you through it. “That’s it,” he said after a few rounds. “You’re doing great baby.”

And — your chest loosened slightly, letting out a shaky sigh. Chris didn’t move closer, but he tilted his head, his eyes meeting yours. “Would it be okay if I touched you?” he asked gently. He knew sometimes when you were like this, you didn’t like physical touch — so it was important that he asked first.

You hesitated, but you felt as though it would help more… so you nodded again, this time more confidently than before. He smiled, approaching carefully, his movements slow and deliberate. When he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you gently into his chest. “You’re safe,” he murmured softly. “I’ve got you. Just focus on my breathing, okay?”

His warmth and the steady rise and fall of his chest against yours helped pull you out of the haze. You rested your forehead against his shoulder, letting yourself melt into the hug as the tension in your body slowly unwound.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled after a moment, your voice muffled against his shirt. “I didn’t mean to snap.” Chris shook his head, his hand gently rubbing circles on your back. “Don’t apologize. I get it. It’s a lot.” You stayed there for a while, his steady presence grounding you more with each passing second. When you finally pulled back, his hands stayed on your shoulders, his eyes scanning your face carefully.

“Better?” he asked softly. You nodded faintly. “Yeah,” you said, your voice steadier now. “Thank you..”

“Anytime,” Chris said, his lips curving into a soft smile. “Let’s get out of here, yeah? We can grab food, sit somewhere quiet. Just you and me.” You nodded once more, feeling lighter already. “That sounds good.”

Chris dropped one arm to his side but kept the other resting gently on your back as he led you toward the back door in the kitchen. “No more parties for a while,” he teased lightly, his voice warm. “Just peace and quiet.”

© strnilolover

a/n : If this doesn’t seem the best i apologize..i don’t have ADHD myself (at least i don’t think, i’ve never been diagnosed) but i do get overstimulated so i’m going to write based off of how i get overstimulated (i tend to get irritated or shut down and become avoidant) ik there are many many other things ppl do when they become overstimulated, but idk if i could portray them well enough.

[getsteddiewithit]

steve uses the non-verbal safeword.

CW: slight NSFW, panic/anxiety attack, harmful stims (scratching self)

“tap three times on me if you ever can’t speak and wanna stop, okay?”

yes, steve had remembered those words. all throughout the times they had sex, he remembered those words. but it didn’t make them any less scary.

the thought of ever needing to stop in the middle of a scene made his palms sweat. of course he and eddie trusted each other; knew that if the other was in trouble and needed to stop, they’d completely understand. no judging whatsoever.

but still… absolutely needing to stop and move on made him so anxious. deep down he didn’t want to be a disappointment. he didn’t want eddie upset.

“baby, what’s your color?” eddie murmured to him, rubbing his shoulders and slowing his rhythm. steve did not reply, shakily breathing into the pillow and tearing up.

“steve, color?” he asked, louder, and more firm. yet he could not bring himself to talk. his mind went to the other times in previous relationships, where he felt like this exactly, and they didn’t even think to check in. and he couldn’t bring himself to stop them.

he could feel eddie shift, basically ready to pull out, before he asked again, “steven.”

oh. his full name. eddie only used it when he was deadly serious. this seemed to snap him out of his haze, and he shakily reached behind him and found somewhere on his body to tap.

one. two. three soft and hesitant taps, just like eddie told him to do months ago.

“red,” eddie mumbled to himself, worried, and pulling out immediately. he flipped steve over, pulling him close and cupping his tear-stained cheeks.

“what’s wrong? what can i do?” he asked softly, searching his eyes.

“i- i don’t know,” he choked out, a heavy sob leaving his lips before gulping down air he felt like was leaving his body too fast.

“that’s okay, just breathe. breathe, steve, okay? c’mere,” he pulled him into his lap, his head in his neck as he continued to cry. eddie ran his fingers through his hair, and steve clutched onto him tight.

“deep and slow breaths,” he told him, and steve was doing the opposite. breathing way too fast and inhaling far too much, to the point his chest and stomach hurt and he began to feel dizzy.

“steven, listen to me,” there it was again, the full name, which brought him somewhat back to his senses, “deep, slow breaths. do it with me.”

and he tried. he breathed with eddie, taking in some air and blowing it out too fast before inhaling sharply again; coughing and sobbing.

“there, that’s it. it’s okay baby, just try again.”

steve only wanted to cry more. of course eddie was congratulating him even after he didn’t even do it.

“again,” he told him, beginning to inhale slowly, holding it, and exhaling slowly. steve followed, better this time, but still failing.

“i- i can’t,” he choked out.

“yes you can, do it with me,” he said, inhaling and exhaling again. steve followed, his hand going to his forearm, clawing to try and ground himself more.

“no,” eddie caught his arm, pulling it away and bringing it up to his chest, “do you remember what your therapist said?”

“he said,” he paused, his breath catching in his throat as he cried, “to find a different way to ground myself.”

“correct. now, just feel my heart. i’m right here, steve. i’m not leaving. try and match your heartbeat to mine,”

steve kept his hand flat against eddie’s chest, then did the same for himself. he could feel how fast his heart was going versus eddie’s, and it made him uncomfortable.

the other rubbed his back, and kept one hand running through his hair, breathing slow and deep and watched as steve tried to do the same.

“good job,” he praised, kissing his cheek. the pair’s breathing pattern was now the same, and steve was no longer crying. steve nodded as thanks, crawling off eddie’s lap and under the blankets, curling up. eddie stood to put his underwear and sweats back on, only to sit back down on the bed and run his fingers through steve’s hair again.

“do you want to talk about it?”

steve sighed shakily and shrugged, wiping his red cheeks.

“just started thinking,” he mumbled.

“about?”

“things in previous relationships. and then i started feeling like i was crawling in my own skin, and i started to panic,”

“what about your previous relationships?” he questioned, only curiously, with no mean intent.

steve let out a quick exhale before sitting up, “how i could never really say no, i guess? i know it doesn’t matter now. i trust you. and i started feeling overwhelmed in the first place, so i started thinking about the safe word, and how you told me to say ‘red’ or tap you three times. but it just made me anxious. i knew i needed to stop but i didn’t want to upset you in the process,”

“you could never upset me over something like that, steve, okay? that’s the point of the taps and the system we have. you know your limits, and in case they’re ever pushed, you do or say so. i’m so proud of you for using it,”

eddie pulled steve in for a hug, rubbing his back softly. steve’s heart kind of broke. here he was, in his boyfriend’s arms starting to cry again because he said he was proud of him. proud of him for something as simple as saying no, and stop. something he never thought he could do; something he was taught was wrong, and his boyfriend was praising him for it.

“i’m proud of you,” he repeated, to which steve only cried harder, nodding in his shoulder as thanks and sniffling.

he pulled back, laying down and wiping his face again.

“i’m gonna go bring you some water and some easy food to eat, okay? just stay there,” he smiled, getting up and heading to the kitchen.

steve smiled softly, getting comfortable under the warm blankets and inhaling the familiar scent of gain and eddie’s cheap cologne.

and he thanked the universe for a boyfriend that was actually a decent human being.

[clarkkantagain]

manuel kornisiuk

[sick-sunflower]

my disability: disables me

me: :0

[ericshoney]

Too Noisy ~ Sturniolo triplets

Warnings: noise sensory, overstimulated, noise senstive!reader, implied autistic/adhd!reader, overwhelmed, sensory processing disorder.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was supposed to be a fun day with three of your best friends. Nick, Matt and Chris wanted to spend some time with you as the four of you haven't had much time together recently. They also knew how you were struggling to regulate and how overwhelmed with work you had been.

They told you to be ready by ten, so you could spend all day together doing different stuff and you had even planned to sleep over at their place that night.

So here you were, standing outside your house waiting for the three boys to arrive. A few minutes went by and you saw the familiar car pull up.

“Hey kid!” Chris shouted from his opened window.

You waved, the shouting not bothering you too much as he wasn’t right next to you. You climbed in the back of the car next to Nick, the eldest giving you a high five.

“Where we going?” You asked as Matt started driving again.

“We thought breakfast first and then see what we feel.” Nick answered.

You nodded as Chris turned up the music. You flinched slightly at the sudden rise of noise.

“Chris turn it down a bit.” Nick said, noticing your sudden flinch.

“Sorry!” He apologised quickly, turning it down a bit.

You smiled as it got to a better level for you. The guys knew about your sensory needs and didn’t judge and did their best to help and support you.

When you arrived at Denny’s, which was the place you all agreed to eat at, you noticed a few cars but it didn’t seem busy so that made you happy.

You all headed inside and found a table at the back, you choosing to sit next to Matt. You started to look at the menu wondering what to eat, but it wasn’t hard as you always went with the same thing.

After you had all ordered, you listened to the guys joke and Chris shout about the food as Nick told him to be quiet. You smiled until you saw a family walk in with a baby. It wasn’t that you hated babies, just the noise.

You thought maybe they wouldn’t be sitting near you, but they did, right behind you. You heard the baby whine and whimper slightly and you hoped it wouldn’t get worse.

But it did.

As the four of you ate, all you could hear was the baby screaming. It made you cringe and flinch every time. The guys noticed your reaction and Chris even got up to ask if there was any for them to take the baby out, the family was very apologetic but it didn’t help.

“Hey sweetheart, come on.” Matt said, gently taking your hand and pulling you outside.

Nick and Chris paid for everything as Matt too you to the car, holding you gently as he sat in the back with you.

“Too loud.” You mumbled.

“I know, kid. It’s okay it’s quiet now.” He replied gently.

Matt rubbed your back, whispering to you as Nick and Chris came back, both being quiet in case it made you more upset.

“How about we go to Target and get loads of sweets and drinks and have a movie day?” Nick suggested.

You nodded as he got in next to you, Matt getting in the front with Chris. You curled up as it was quiet in the car.

“Sorry.” You whispered.

“No kid don’t be sorry it’s not your fault.” Chris said.

“Yeah, you can’t help it and we’re here to help you okay.” Matt replied.

“We don’t wanna deal with a screaming baby either.” Nick added making you laugh.

You smiled and knew the rest of the day would be good.

[may3505w]

I want to give my sub a hand job for hours until he's shaking and crying underneath me. I can't be the only one that's obsessed with seeing pretty guys cry from cumming too much, it does something to me, I want to make them feel so good it hurts. I need to see them cry and watch then squirm and scream for me to please stop.