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Horny sideblog of a repressed weirdo. 26 | he/they | 18+ only. Probably not gonna follow other horny blogs but am willing to make friends. I'm also developing a VN that is a bit too sexy for my main blog, so expect some devposting as well!

[edgysoft]

Lazy Pinned About (will update as needed)

I feel like I should have a different nickname here than on my main but I really can’t think of one rn, so call me edgysoft? Or whatever you want. I’m in a committed relationship, pretty much everything on this blog is fantasy (I’m not averse to making friends over mutual horniness tho!)

This is a nsfw blog. If you’re under 18, please don’t go here, I will block you. This is not a place of honor.

I’m apparently also a gamedev? Who is making a game about many things but including: alien bugplantgirl intox events, asking out your childhood best friend, and catgirl space assassins. Some content on this blog will be inspiration for my game that might not be directly Horny™ (though the game is). If you’d like to hear more, or if you like my writing in general, let me know! Any feedback is huge motivation.

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Hypnosis

Dumbification

Intox

Extremely specific scenarios that I play out in my head okay, worldbuilding brain doesn’t turn off when I’m horny. Mad science and monsters and fantasy tropes and sci-fi abound.

Not interested in:

Unsanitary (scat, piss, emeto, etc)

Age regression for kink reasons

Incest/fauxcest

More info about me under the cut.

I am transmasc non-binary and I don’t have a dick at the moment. I’m okay with fem gendered terms sometimes and I’m not sure where the line is.

I have bad adhd and that might be reflected by the sort of content that Gets me.

[zerodrame]

[squeakitties]

dont use a vibrator on an angel’s halo. it’s impervious to harm and thus would only cause the angel a little bit of brainscramble and bonerism. use an angle grinder on it

[squeakitties]

fuuuuuuccck

[ubercharge]

HORNET

[ubercharge]

HORNET VS BEE

[ubercharge]

HORNET VS BEE 2

[ubercharge]

HORNET VS BEE 3

[ubercharge]

HORNET VS BEE 4

[ubercharge]

HORNET VS BEE 5

[ubercharge]

HORNET VS BEE 6

[ubercharge]

HORNET VS BEE 7 - get collared idiot

[ubercharge]

HORNET VS BEE 8 - be very afraid, miss hornet

[ubercharge]

HORNET vs BEE 9 - training continues

[mesmirised]

"behave" as a trigger word.....that makes you completely docile.....fuck my life

[milksockets]

ritual magazine no. 8

[harmexpo]

she offered to give you a quick head massage. not anything special, she didn't have any formal training, but you had been complaining about soreness and she used to help her parents like this... it's a little embarrassing, and she's far from perfect, but it's tender and nice and..

your friend places her fist against the back of your head, firmly pressing a knuckle in. she moves down your skull, down your neck, getting in between the general idea of each vertebrae... pinching up and down.. bracing your head in her other arm so that you don't have to keep it steady... whatever toxic substance was inside, making you hurt, she's breaking it up slowly...

she brings out some strange metal object, shaped like a wavy line. "it's to release tension, ok? here, let me..." she pokes your neck with it. it's cold and a bit uncomfortable compared to her hand, but as she repeats the motion, you start to get it. you've thought about acupuncture before, and this is like... a less serious version of that...

cl-cl-cl-click! something- her hand, still holding the metal, presses to the back of your head. the tool has, somehow, entered your head. but when you ask what happened, your friend just giggles and says that you're mumbling. you don't- it feels nice, but, what is she..

she starts jimmying the lockpick around - you can feel it jiggling against the pins and chamber, it feels nice, it's- it's a part of your body that hasn't moved in so long. it's sore, doesn't it deserve to change position? this is just a part of the massage, right? it feels good. it feels really, really good. she's saying something softly, but it's hard to pay attention when you're... when, um...

click! one final jerk, and she twists, which hurts in a good way, and the mechanism of your skull allows her entry, and she pulls backwards, and the back of your head is suddenly open and exposed and she's looking into your mind, and you start to stammer but she ignores you and reaches in and suddenly you find yourself thinking about her hand and nothing else and

and she starts- she starts rooting around and pressing and squeezing ideas and concepts, massaging inside your head. look, weren't you worrying about this? weren't you scared of this? you don't need to think about it anymore... it never mattered in the first place, right? the inside of your head is so beautiful, so soft, so pliable... shouldn't you show it to more people? doesn't it feel nice to have someone see it and appreciate it? to ease the tension in your brain?

and it, it feels so so so good, and lovely, and what you've been needing for years, but- um, it feels like it's kind of messing up your mind, too? like, she's not being careful to keep everything in the same place or position, and it's too good, it's hard to think, and remember where you are, and you feel like you're... losing information? like, there's supposed to be a lot more that's not there right now? and, you want to ask her to stop, but your language center is already a bit mangled, and,, and ,

um,

[edgysoft]

Writing that was so fun I should go back to gamedev, it’s been like a year at least

[edgysoft]

I just need to get the sex-character study-worldbuilding ratio right. Everyone loves High Amounts of All right?

[edgysoft]

Writing that was so fun I should go back to gamedev, it’s been like a year at least

[ludic-hypnoslut]

1d8 Starting Trinkets you find on you, after waking up in a dungeon wearing only a loincloth

Foggy Glasses You actually see better without them.

50 ft of rope Tied around your body in a harness.

Tramp stamp You don't remember getting it...

Compact Make-Up kit Mirror, blush, lip balm and eyeliner. All in the palm of your hand!

Pack of pre-industrial condoms Three remaining. Artisanal. Work as a gum in a pitch.

Chastity Device Worn, metallic, ferromagnetic. Missing key.

Bathhouse locker key With an elastic ankle bracelet.

Collar and a leash Are you a good doggy?

[ludic-hypnoslut]

I actually intend to use this Trinket list as a player aid for seeding their PC personalities, but I feel they are better served via a draft rather than a random table roll.

[edgysoft]

“The game’s simple,” starts your partner, barely waiting for you to blink yourself awake. “I’ve installed triggers in you, and you have to find them out.”

“No win condition for you?” you ask, leaning forward in your wooden seat, feeling yourself fluster slightly at their cockiness.

They shake their head. “I think seeing you try and figure this out will be enough fun on its own.”

You chuckle slightly at this, and a shiver runs up your spine. Your dry laughter extends into a fit of vapid giggles as the concept of laughing itself becomes funny. You smack your hand on the table to bring yourself back to attention. “That’s one, isn’t it?”

“That’s what?” Your partner goads, as your cheeks begin to flush.

“That’s a trigger. Laughing.”

“Sure, pet, but what does it make you do?”

The nickname brings up a bratty urge. “Laughing makes me laugh more,” you snap, before hesitancy takes over. “Doesn’t it?”

You get a nod in return.

“How many triggers are there, anyways?”

As the question leaves your lips, you realize that you’re grinding against your seat.

“Three, total,” they respond, holding up three fingers.

“And I got… one?” You can’t help but imagine those fingers deep inside you. A slight moan escapes your lips, and your partner cocks an eyebrow.

“You got one of ‘em, baby. And I bet you can guess another by this point.”

You’re nearly gyrating your hips in your chair when you realize. “My a— arousal?” Another wave of pleasure washes over you as you quirk the final syllable upwards.

Another nod. You open your mouth to ask another question, and before you can, you feel yourself buckle inwards as you throb with need. Fuck, you need to— if you could just figure out—

“Wha—?” You’re out of your chair, kneeling on the ground, hands in white-knuckled fists with restraint. It’s too hot, you’re sweating in your clothes.

Your partner comes around to where you’ve dropped, and bends to whisper in your ear. You tremble from the proximity. “It’s exponential, honey. Arousal doubles each time. If you think you can’t stand this now, I think you might break if you ask another question.”

Then, they grin like a shark as your fried brain pushes the word “huh?” out of your mouth.

[effemimaniac]

I'm so horny I could fuck a person I was attracted to #TRUE

[edgysoft]

I should write something sexy again… I should draw something sexy again… if I scream into the abyss will anyone hear me?

[mastersoverminds9]

Being bred into a docile cum receptacle will definitely make you feel manly. Trust me.

[edgysoft]

18 & 96

18- intox

Super awake | awake | skeptically awake | skeptically trancey | dropping | hypnotized | DEEPLY Mesmerized | … *mindless drooling* ...

Five outta five spirals and everything, you got me. I like alcohol for various reasons (mixology nerd) but weed turns me insanely sensitive and needy, and probably pliable and suggestible too. Other drugs… I’m curious to try but nervous. Anyways, anything that puts me in a fuzzy headspace is lovely, which brings us to

96- fractionation

Super awake | awake | skeptically awake | skeptically trancey | dropping | hypnotized | DEEPLY Mesmerized | … *mindless drooling* ...

I don’t have a lot of experience with actual hypno, but Fraction8 by Nyx Goddess Games (free demo on itch io) succeeded where a lot of audio hypnosis stuff has failed. I also feel like it’d be really fun to do to someone. Make it into a conversational bit. As said above, though, in my limited experience, fractionation was a great way to get into a kind of dizzy confusion, and doesn’t give a lot of room for distraction, which makes it pretty high on my list

[homohypnoticus]

memory play where the hypnotist also forgets. no one knows anything

[purplehypnospiral]

"2... and 1, up, up, up." My hypnotist said, shaking me gently as I slowly woke from trance. I sucked in a deep breath as my eyes fluttered open, trying to get my bearings after going so deep.

My hypnotist caught my gaze and smiled, and I grinned blearily back, unable to resist the spark of happiness I felt at pleasing him. "How are you feeling?" He asked, gently stroking my face.

Good, I wanted to say. Really, really good.

But it was like my mouth wasn't connected to my body. "Cock." I said, then frowned in confusion. I tried again. "Cock. Cock. Cock!"

My hypnotist grinned even as my body betrayed me. "Oh dear," he said in false concern, even as his eyes took on a puckish twinkle. "It seems as though you only have one thing on your mind."

I shook my head emphatically, but it was no use, my tongue wouldn't cooperate, my lips could only form one work. "Cock." I protested.

"You aren't only thinking of cock?" He asked, delighting in his own performed confusion.

I nodded. "Cock."

He raised a brow. "So you are only thinking about cock?"

I huffed in frustration as he laughed at my predicament, and crossed my arms over my naked breasts (when had I taken my clothes off? The thought floats out of my head almost as soon as it arrives. It doesn't matter anyway.).

I shook my head again and glared at him. My hypnotist's expression become contemplative, and goosebumps suddenly pebbled my skin under his scrutiny.

"Actually," he said, voice taking on that deep, lulling tone that had taken me under hundreds of times. "The more you say the word 'cock' the less you'll be able to think of anything else until 'cock' is the only thing left in your empty little brain." My mouth fell open a little as my mind was caught in the undertow of his words. "Now, my silly little bimbo, what are you thinking about right now?"

"Cock," I replied, unthinkingly, then snapped my mouth shut when I realized my mistake. The damage had already been done. As soon as the word left my mouth, my mind felt a little tingly, my thoughts came a little slower, and my mouth watered as a brief image of getting on my knees and sucking Master's cock played behind my eyes. Oh god. That sounded so nice. So fun. So hot. My eyes fluttered.

"Good girl," he said with a grin. "But I can see you still thinking. Why don't I take care of that, hmm?" He cupped my face, turning my gaze up to meet his. "What does my good girl want to think about?"

I tried to hold back, to stop myself, but all of a sudden his thumb was gliding over my lips, parting them, and it was like once my mouth was open I couldn't help but speak. "Cock."

The effect was even more powerful the second time. A sweet, pink cotton candy cloud was creeping into my brain and I could practically feel my thoughts being overtaken, one by one. It felt so good. For a moment I couldn't remember why I was even fighting this. My gaze went a little hazy as I stared up into his eyes, and a leaned into his touch. I wanted to please him. I wanted his cock. In my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. Wherever he wanted to put it. I needed it so badly.

I didn't even realize my mouth had fallen even further open, until he put his thumb against my tongue and I instinctively sealed my lips around it, sucking it gently.

Master frowned in mock concern as he took his finger back and watched as I moved to chase it. "Are you sure, sweetheart? You don't have anything else you want to think about? No smart girl thoughts you want to share with me?"

I blinked, a little confused as my fuzzy brain tied to catch up. "Cock?"

My expression smoothed out as the pink cloud took more of my mind. I couldn't remember why I was confused earlier. I couldn't remember why I was fighting this. It was hard to think bad thoughts when my head felt this nice and empty. I giggled.

"Cock," I said again because it felt soooo good to say. I was so silly. Cock was the best word there was. I didn't need any other words. This one let me ask for the one thing I really wanted. "Cock, cock, cock."

Master put my hands on my tits and it turned out, cock was even more fun to say while I bounced them. "Cock, cock, cock, cock, cock!"

Master laughed, and that made me feel so good that I giggled too. "That's it, princess, no more thoughts. You're a simple, little toy. You have simple, little thoughts."

I nodded in vapid agreement, as he guided me gently to my knees. When he brought his cock out, my entire world narrowed until all I saw, all I cared about, all I wanted was his cock. I stuck out my tongue and leaned foward, eyes wide and pleading.

"Hkock?" I asked, nearly choking on the word with my tongue out and drooling. I rested my head on his thigh and looked up at him with all the adoration and desperation I felt. "Hkock?"

When he slid his cock past my lips, my brain emptied completely. No thoughts at all. But that was okay. All that needed to be in my head was cock. And Master was taking care of that.