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symptoms-syndrome · 1 year
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I don't even know what it is about sex that makes me need it so much right now. It's sort of just a force of habit. When I was angry with myself or sad or generally feeling negative I would go out and find someone to fuck, thru doing sex work or just like. Something else. I don't even care if the sex is good. I just really fucking feel like I need it. But also I'm in my right mind enough to know I'm not in a position where I think I should be doing that. Mostly for the other person's sake. I don't think I'm in a spot mentally where I can fully consent and I know I would feel like absolute shit if I found out someone I fucked was feeling the way I'm feeling RN. Before I didn't give a shit because the people I was fucking were for the most part already bad people. But now they wouldn't be so I need to care s little more. But I wish I didn't.
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two posts in one night??? waow
What constitutes hypersexuality? I tend to automatically sexualize everything and, despite not feeling sexual attraction towards anyone, my body still wants to fuck like the world ends tomorrow, and I have the most horrid intrusive thoughts. I have went through what I believe to be sexual trauma, so I believe that may be the root cause. I looked it up but I want to get feedback from actual humans and not just google.
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traumasurvivors · 6 months
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You aren’t dirty or wrong if your response to trauma is hypersexuality.
We often talk about sex repulsion in response to trauma where it might make you feel your response is wrong if that isn’t what it is. But you’re equally as valid whether you’re sex-repulsed or hypersexual.
It’s also valid to be both or switch between.
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hendrixthepolitesnake · 6 months
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Hey pookies 🤭
(Hey y'all sorry I've been gone for a while I already the been in highschool this shit sucks already 🧍🏾‍♂️ but anyway I'll give y'all a lil headcanon eheh 🧍🏿‍♂️)
Warnings: kinks ,dom poc reader overall sexual shit if you are a Minor or sensitive to shit like this please leave with that enjoy
How the hashira react to their s/o with big veiny hands
Giyuu: To be honest with you giyuu is definitely sensitive to the touch so I bet if you touch him on any place of his body with your veiny hands he's going to melt and most likely beg to be touched more because come on on y'all can't tell me giyuu pale ass wouldn't get turned On Might even get him a little wet too
Shinobu: While she may be small and petite this women will demand you touch her with those veiny hands of yours , I feel like she'd be the type to run her fingers down your veins and secretly fantasize how good they'd feel inside her, when I say she is a freak she is a freak that elegant and soft smile is a damn cover up
Misturi: She's such a sweetheart but she loves it when you caress her it's like a reward for her , she doesn't mind if you grope her, rub her down it doesn't matter she likes anything you give her especially how it gets her hormones going wild she may be bubbly but this girl definitely likes it when ya get her moist fr and call her a good girl while your at it makes it 10x better
Obanai: This mf is a brat I swear he's too damn short to be acting like a bitch when you try to touch him he acts all rude and bitchy but as soon as you give that ass a nice hard slap and he can feel the sheer veins and strength coming from your hands he is folding immediately, legs gon be wide open and all like he's ready for you he definitely pisses off on purpose so you can angerly fuck him while choking him
Rengoku: You thought tengen was a freak man rengoku is a no shame freak you could be minding your business doing nothing at all then here comes this ray of sunshine comes in and obediently asks if he could ride or even suck on your fingers due to how big and veiny they are like I definitely see him using your hand to jerk himself off while you sleep
Tengen: Not only does his wives love your fingers but he does too he is one cocky beat though he'd taunt you or talk about how your fingers could never make him cum or fold as big as he is he sure is a loud one as soon as you make him ride your fingers he's begging you to go faster or it's too much for him, that he can't take it but then proceeds to ask for more
Sanemi: This hot- headed bastard is something else he acts tough and tries to be dominant just because he thinks being a sub is for the weak but has the audacity to suck on your fingers like the whore he is as you aggressively jack him off to teach him a lesson and he'd let you do it too, he likes it when you trace or rub his scars as well
Gyomei: Wow you must be bigger than him because he's big ASF he has veiny hands himself but yours just hit different he may not be able to see you, but sure as hell can feel you, holding his hips as he cock warms you, your hands slightly rubbing his ass or making him get your fingers moist so you can finger his tight hole yeah definitely a submissive dilf in my opinion.
(Hey guys I'm still alive I completely forgot about this so as an apology I made this 😭✋🏾 don't beat my ass ok)
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unstablemotions · 2 months
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Being simultaneously sex repulsed AND hypersexual in the same moment is painful. I feel gross and want to puke but also I just need to get off and I want someone to use me
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interruptedsblog · 19 days
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I'm so afraid of loneliness, all the time I'm looking for people who pay attention to me, all the time I'm flirting with someone who could be a possible partner and if I don't I look for them until I find them. I always end up sexualizing myself, creating a personality and way of being so that men look at me and desire me, my emotional stability is based on that, on how much attention I receive, but it is so sad to realize too late that they only see me as a "hole", as something disposable, abandonable and usable. In the end either way I end up being alone, feeling empty, abandoned and depressed.
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kinn-leon · 21 days
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just realized I haven’t had a hypersexual episode in such a long time because I’ve been too busy ⭐️ving!! Don’t I “love” having an 3D ♡
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greyspectraltea · 3 months
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me, watching hazbin hotel: wow, I love most of these characters but I really feel this odd attachment to Angel!
me, hours later, analyzing this fact and suddenly remembering the fact of my occasional hypersexuality stemming from being oversexualized since childhood: oh.. Oh no…..
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batsbolts-andfangs · 2 days
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Am probably going to step away from posting much for a bit. Lot is going on, super stressed out, probably triggered a hypersexual episode..
In other notes. Mutuals. Love you. Love you so much. I know this is sappy but I love and appreciate you and I am thankful for the support. /p, aff. Thankful for all of it. I feel myself breaking down constantly but I'm glad you are all here. I am sorry that these things are happening and such sickly claims are being made :(
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quemaiglesias · 1 year
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This is a good time to remind you that if you experience hypersexuality, you aren’t gross or dirty or anything like that.
Whether it’s a trauma response (and yes, it can be a result of trauma) or something you experience as a result of something else, you’re valid.
You’re also valid if you’re sex repulsed or even both or fluctuate between the two.
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yellowroseswrites · 10 months
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“Can you see right through me?”
Roommate!Spencer Reid x hypersexual! traumatized! reader
she/her is used, bras are mentioned! if anyone would like this with a gn or male reader, please lmk!
-The one where your roommate knows why you are the way you are, but no one else does.-
Authors note- {this wasn’t requested, it’s really just me projecting, but i hope this helps someone!}
TW-{plenty of sex mentions, talks of underwear, talks of smut (but no actual smut), talks of porn (nondescriptive, but reader watches it), sex as a coping mechanism, allusions to non-con, reader doesnt really want to be this way, reader is traumatized, but the trauma is nonspecific so you can self insert, use of y/n, reid is autism coded but thats just how i write him all the time, plenty of whore/slut usage, please dont read if being called a whore/slut triggers you, plenty of negative self talk, i feel the need to bring up the non-con again.nothing is described in detail but its heavily implied. please be safe when reading!}
1.2k, enjoy <3 
Whore
Honestly you were so used to that comment. That's what everyone thought, even yourself most of the time.
Logically, you knew why you were like this. You had enough Psychology knowledge to understand the way trauma responses worked, and you knew full well that that's what this was.
But it was so much easier to just call yourself a slut and move on. You just liked it, you would tell yourself, It has nothing to do with anything they did to you.
So what if you wished you were innocent and naïve? So what if you wished you could just wear comfortable clothes? So what if you wished you weren't always thinking about sleeping with someone? So what if you wished you could erase every trace of porn from your memory? You were a whore, you couldn't change it, you couldn't excuse it.
Your roommate Spencer knew what people thought of you. He knew the rumors and he saw the glances. He didn't quite believe it all when he first moved in with you into your small shared apartment, but he quickly picked up on some of the signs.
There was that time when he offered to wash your clothes for you when you were sick. He didn't try to look, if anything he was putting them in the wash with his eyes half closed, but he couldn't help but notice that every one of your undergarments were frilly and lacey. Certainly you would get tired of wearing cute bras or own some underwear that wasn't a thong? Or maybe he just didn't know women as well as he thought? He brushed off that incident, until there were more.
Like when he looked through your bookshelf only to find every spicy scene highlighted or bookmarked. It wasn't his place to judge, and he didn't, but he could have sworn you said your favorite books were classic novels, and these certainly weren't.
Or when he found porn on your laptop. He, again, didn't judge, but he was confused. You would shutter at any sex scene on TV, and you couldn't stand the subject. Sure, people called you every name under the sun, but not Spencer. Spencer didn't think you were a slut, but he did think you were in pain. He just didn’t know how to bring it up to you, it certainly wasn’t roomate or coworker appropriate, it was barely even friend appropriate. There was a line he didn’t ever want to cross with you, in fear of making you uncomfortable, but he wanted nothing more than to help you.
I was a random friday when he somehow found the confidence, and audacity, to bring it up. You just got back from your afternoon run, in shorts that definetly showed more than you liked, and Spencer was cooking dinner for the two of you.
You untied your running shoes and placed them on the shoe rack near the door like you always do. You walked to the kitchen and basked in the lovely arauma, if their was anything you loved about being Reid’s roomate, it was definetly his cooking.
He told himself to be gentle, to not bring it up when it wasn’t the right time, but when has he ever held something important back?
“Do you like having sex?”
Woah, wow. That’s not how he meant that, but now it’s too far to go back. So he put the timer on for his water to come to a boil and he turned to face you and wait for your answer.
You were nothing less than taken aback by his question. You never discussed sex with Spencer, there was always a silent boundary on the subject. It wasn’t his business, you both knew that, so why did you want to answer honestly? You didn’t, you couldn’t. That’s a can or worms for a different day, with a therapist, who you didn’t live with. So you simply laughed it off.
“I mean, you’ve heard the rumors, I’m sure you’re smart enough to figure that out.” You said it as a joke, Spencer didn’t laugh, he simply shifted his feet a bit.
“I am smart enough to figure it out. Except the answer I came up with, is that you don’t like it.”
You laughed again, this time shifting your eyes to the ground. Two psycho-analyzers living together had it’s quirks, such as exposing each other’s darkest secrets on accident.
“Come on Spencer, I’m like, a slut. Of course I do.” You were still smiling, mostly to deflect.
“Don’t say that.” He was serious. You certainly wish he wasn’t, but fine. If he wanted to be serious, you would be serious.
“It’s true.” You were surrounded by criminals on a daily basis, lying was second nature to you.
Reid wasn’t having it, “No, y/n, it’s not. You’re not a slut, you’re not a whore, you’re not just some sex toy to be traded from person to person.”
“My sex life is none of your business. I can sleep with whoever I want to-”
“That’s the thing! You don’t want to sleep with them. You don’t want to be looked at like that. You don’t want to consume any of the content that you’ve been looking at. I know you don’t.” He kept a steady voice, but a dominate one nonetheless. He let everything just roll of his tongue, as though he didn’t just send a wrecking ball through every wall you’ve built up since you were a child.
You couldn’t find words, you couldn’t come up with a lie or excuse, you couldn’t figure out how to let out the truth, you simply stood in your astonished silence. 
Spencer looked at your face, searching for any sign of emotion, but you stood still as a statue. 
“Look, y/n, I didn’t mean to-”
“I’m a slut.” Your voice cracked when you spoke, almost like Reid’s heart when he heard it.
“No, no my love you aren’t.”
“No. That’s what I am. That’s what I do, that’s what I’m good at. I-It’s what I’m good at. I’m good for sex, that’s what I’m good at.” Your gaze fell back to the floor as you spoke, your words quickly becoming muddled and rambled. Your body started shaking as you spoke, causing Spencer to quickly make his way to your side.
“Slut, I’m a slut Spence, it’s what I’m good at. It’s okay, I’m okay with it, I promise. I know, I know I am. It doesn’t bother me-”
“Shhh, Breathe honey. Come on, deep breath in-” Spencer breathed with you until you steadied yourself. You gathered your thoughts and your feelings. You tried to gather the pieces of the wall Reid broke, desperate to put it back together, but when you looked back up at Spencer, you let it all go again. He made you feel safe, that’s all that you wanted.
“I can’t stop it Spence.” Your voice was soft. You were letting go of something you held onto for so long. Soemthing you hid behind, something you felt comfort in, you just placed it down in front of him. You felt bare, naked, and yet somehow felt more comfortable than you ever have before. You could breathe easier. Someone knew now, someone knew you.
“We’re gonna get you some help. Okay?” You replied with a nod before wrapping your arms around him. He placed a kiss on your head before speaking again, 
“You’re not a slut, I never thought you were.”
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Kinda uhhh realising maybe it's not normal to masturbate while having daydreams about being violently abused to death when you're like 4 years old every night before bed. Maybe it is not normal that some of your earliest memories are of you lying still with your eyes open and holding your breath seeing how dead you can be in your bed after imaging yourself being murdered. Maybe it's not normal when strange men walk up to your mom after you did belly dancing for a school play when you were 7 to tell her how great you were at it and how you were so captivating. And for my mom to brag about me appealing to a strange father like that. And for her mom to brag about it too. How I was so charming and beautiful and smart and a natural performer. How I was groomed by my own grandma for her own sadistic pleasures of manipulating children into doing what she wanted. A little song bird in its cage. A puppy doing tricks for its family. A child wanting to be loved by being useful to their family. A sister wanting to take on the burden of being the perfect doll to protect her younger siblings without even understanding that that was what she was doing. A little girl acting without even thinking. Just going along as if she didn't have free will. Just like a robot doing what it was built to do when you press the button. Don't think. Just do. Don't think. Just. Do.
I am so overwhelmed. I am fatigued. I feel so isolated and lonely. I cant tell anyone I know. I dont have many clear memories. My body remembers, but what precisely it's reliving, I don't know. Im scared to know. I want her dead
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traumaedge · 11 months
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family-oddity · 5 months
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johnnycakesb14de · 23 days
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"Mental health matters !!!" Until it's hypersexuality caused by being sexually abused as a kid by people older than you and your friends
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