n's hellhole of horniness

20 // 18+ // kink blog for a headmate //plural // he/him // dms and asks open // taken x2

[kinkydesignationnitrate]

vague introductions;;

hi all, nitrate/n here, this is a fictive's sideblog for my own private coping mechanisms for repressed emotions through kink. most posts are made by me, nitrate, but some of the others may post. they will clarify. - if you do not wish to see fauxcest content or anything of the sort, this blog is not for you.

minors (including systems that have adult hosts in a minor body) will be blocked and reported. do not interact.

pfp by tsukyiio.

more info below the cut.

what are you allowed to do;;

DM's, asks (PLEASE SEND ME ASKS), reblogs and comments are all heavily encouraged. Be horny, be nerdy, do whatever but be advised that I am not interested in romantic endeavours as I have 2 partners.

Casual sex through texting and general horniness is encouraged.

what this blog does contain;;

fauxcest/incest, dubious consent, consensual non-consent, and whatever else of the sort I feel like posting.

particular notes include siscon, older sister x younger sibling and reluctant twinshipping.

this blog will rarely contain detrans. i enjoy this, it makes me feel good, so please don't send reports or hate if you dislike it. just move on. most detrans posts will however reside in @roboticfailuregirl.

what this blog does not contain;;

anything to do with bodily waste. it's not for me, but if it's what gets you going then I encourage you to pursue that.

more than likely, ageplay. it isn't my personal coping mechanism or a kink I have particular interest in. additionally, I'm sometimes an age regressor for unrelated reasons, and I prefer not to blend the two.

what each tag means;;

nitrate speaks ; general kinktalk and posting.

nitrate whines ; any fantasy related posts where I'm needy and/or whining about said fantasy.

nitrate reblogs ; whenever I reblog things.

nitrate answers ; answers to asks!

nitrate shows off ; the very rare occurrence I post a picture of any sort.

please, dni if you are;;

a sysmed. I have no time to deal with your bullshit, all systems are valid regardless of their origin and how they present. kindly fuck off.

a raceplay blog. just don't.

anti-coping mechanisms. these kinds of coping mechanisms, whether for incest or any other major taboo topic are the kinds of thing that prevent people from committing suicide and prevents crimes from happening every single day.

bigoted in any way. I am the antithesis of what you believe in and I highly encourage you to fuck off away from me, and do some research into queer history and educate yourself. ✨

claimed anons:

💛, 🩰, 🎪

[kinkydesignationnitrate]

it's so funny bc waking up to notifications on my phone because I can clearly see like "oh that mutual decided to get off to my blog today" and I also think it's cute

[wttlest-pup]

need more kinky detrans/detrans friendly frens🙄

[zxbuster-advent]

[kinkydesignationnitrate]

there are several people in my irl life that have basically babysat me when I was younger that I would rail raw in a heartbeat. hnngfhh

if only I were given the chance

[kinkydesignationnitrate]

remembered my password. anyway selfcest sex where both of you are kinda into it but also kinda not and it's so abundantly clear that neither of you have particularly thought of the idea but you like fauxcest so it's not much of a moral jump to you. fast forward a couple weeks and you mutually realise you fucked up and now you're looking at dealing with a mini you in a little under a year. anyway fuck it we ball, selfcest ftw

[voltaspistol]

[boywhomightdetrans]

it's crazy what this kink has done to me. I'm genuinely looking into detrans support groups (god is it hard to find one that isn't transphobic) cause I'm actually fr kinda considering it. Like I've gone from hating anything masculine to embracing masculinity in myself where I like it, and realizing my gender doesn't matter much to me so long as I can be myself. And I can be a little fem and still a man. I could go all the way, and I genuinely might go for it. Wild

[d4ddys-littled0ll]

i feel like people irl don’t understand when i say “i have an intox kink and i want you to take advantage of it”

like don’t just ask me if i’m in the mood.. make me in the mood if i’m not🤭i’m just a drunk little plaything after all, why should i make my own decisions?

if i’m asked, i’ll say no bc i just wanna keep drinking. it’s your job as the dom in this situation to make me.. hehe

[kinkydesignationnitrate]

hey guys I honestly kind of forgot to log onto Tumblr for a little while but hi I promise I'm alive

[iwannabeyourvictim]

trans woman who always loves to bring up her thick, hard cock to me and says we should compare ours. when i sheepishly say i don’t have one she says “oh… i forgot hehe” but keeps pushing. keeps insisting. eventually i pull my pants down and show her my “t-dick” and she immediately starts stifling laughter that i could ever call that a dick. we start “frotting” — that is to say she rubs her fat, meaty cock against my little clit and eventually slips it in. i scream and cry for help but she just laughs and keeps thrusting.

“come on, you pulled your pants down. you literally asked for it. fine, you think i’m ‘raping’ you? then i’ll rape you.”

and she rubs my clit until i cum on her.

“i guess you really did like it! it’s fine if i cum too then right??”

“nononono don’t get me pregnant i don’t wanna get pregnant i d-“

too late.

[hemipenal-system]

scp 1471 would be such an insanely adorable concept if everyone stopped trying to make her scary tbh

[hemipenal-system]

you're at work downloading a metric fuckton of computer malware onto an isolated desktop to study them. you scan through the list to make sure everything is checked, and some of the more notable names do pop out. bonzibuddy, doghead, kronos, malo, mydoom, notpetya, pteroworm, stuxnet, zeus... you're not looking too closely. the list has thousands of softwares, you just have to make sure everything is checked off for download. it all looks good, so you hit the button to confirm and then place an order for a takeout pizza from your favorite place a couple miles away as a treat

you get the first text the next day. there's not even a number, it just says UNKNOWN CONTACT at the top. that's weird. there's no words, it's just an image of the street corner you rode your skates through about four blocks ago. hmm. freaky, but otherwise harmless

ten minutes later, you get a second one right after you cross the turnstiles into the subway. this one has a weird blurry dark figure in the corner, posed against the wall of the subway entrance. strange as fuck. the third picture is the same blurry figure outside your office. you're starting to get a little bit anxious about it now, to be honest. you tell building security about it, and they say they'll start double-checking anyone who enters the building's ID, just to be sure

you packed a lunch today, and you eat while your software analysis is running. cold leftover spaghetti. yummy. great. over the course of the day, you get three more photos from various places, all with the same blurry figure in them. what the fuck is going on. when you get home, you triple-check your doors and windows are locked before you go to bed. god, your house is a fucking mess. you need to deep clean it, you just don't have time

you don't hear from your stalker again until the next day, when you realize you forgot to pack a lunch and you can't afford going out again until the next paycheck - your damn rent eats your wallet. right as you mutter a curse about it under your breath, one of the building's security guys walks into your office with a pizza and tells you someone left it outside with your name scrawled on it. you open it up and it's literally your exact order from that place. your phone buzzes, and you look at it, rolling your eyes. this time, it's it's a text - the first one you've gotten from this freak:

"heard you forgot to grab your lunch. wanted to help out <3"

ok, what the fuck is going on?? whoever is stalking you somehow knew you forgot lunch before you knew you forgot lunch. god, the pizza's good as hell, though. small consolation, at least

after you eat, you remember there's normally a photo. you open the text, and there is! this one's from in the pizza place, and sitting in a booth in the background is... well, some kind of creature. honestly, it looks sort of like a fursona, but instead of a face it has a grimy dog skull. it's creepy, but also sort of endearing? its head is tilted to the side, and her hands are making a heart shape at you. someone is fucking with you so hard, man. what the hell

you get home. you know you should clean, you just can't bring yourself to do it. you step over a bunch of soda cans to get to your bedroom and fall asleep

the next morning, your phone chimes again. you pause the program you're running and look at it, and the picture is from inside your apartment. hell no. fuck that. you KNOW you locked the door when you left because you took a picture of it with the key in it, because you feel like you're going insane. you call the cops immediately, and tell them some lie about a doorbell camera, and ask them to go check your apartment out. they do, and call you back to say there's no one there and the door was locked when they got there

what the hell

you get another picture like an hour later. it's that thing from the pizza place again, posed with your vacuum cleaner. you're trying so hard to stay calm but you feel a bit like you're going insane. you go to the bathroom and splash your face with cold water.

you get the next picture just before you leave work. it's your house, but it's clean. it's so clean? the text accompanying it reads, "figured i could tidy up for you while you were at work. let me know if i put anything in the wrong place, ok?"

great. your stalker is able to avoid the cops, but at least they want your house to be clean. that's a huge fucking relief. thank god. problem solved, really

you haven't told anyone about this because who the hell would you even tell? honestly, you're not sure you aren't hallucinating the whole thing. you are the age where people start being schizophrenic, and maybe your depression symptoms are something else. but you know for sure you aren't hallucinating it when you get home and your apartment actually is just as clean as your stalker claimed. someone has been in your house.

you go buy a gun.

you can't stop the anxiety. you sit down to watch a movie to try to take your mind off it, handgun sitting just a few feet away, just in case. you've been routinely checking the locks every ten minutes for the last hour. you know no one else is in here with you.

the movie ends. you turn the tv off, and then you scream so loud you hurt your throat and just about piss yourself. for like a half second, that thing was sitting on the couch next to you in the tv's reflection. you grab your gun and turn back to it, and there's nothing there. no reflection in the tv screen, either. fuck, you feel like your heart is going to explode. you need help. something is wrong with you

your phone chimes again

"oh my god i am so sorry i didn't mean to scare you like that :( are you ok?? i'm sorry"

the accompanying image is that thing again, sitting crosslegged on the floor a few feet away from you, looking... reasonably shameful. you didn't know a dog skull could be so emotive. you look where it's sitting. there's nothing there.

you speak into thin air, voice shaking. "what the fuck do you want?" you get another text.

"you seemed like you needed help."

you roll your eyes. "well, i don't." jesus fuck, you're talking to your hallucinations. you have to schedule yourself for therapy tomorrow. you look into the empty darkness of the room.

"fuck you."

you make it to work the next day before the texts start:

"i'm sorry about last night"

"please don't freak out"

"you aren't going insane. you don't need to keep googling hallucination treatment"

"i'm real i promise" (you scoff at this one a bit. of course your hallucination would say that)

"please just hear me out. there's a sign language book on your shelf. i can learn this. please."

you ignore the texts. you are not texting back whatever the fuck this thing is.

just when you think things can't get worse, your girlfriend dumps you over the phone. you knew it was coming, your relationship had been pretty bad for a while, but why now? whatever. won't matter anyway if the entity stalking you murders you tonight

when you get home, the sign language book is on the dining room table, along with a compact from your bathroom and an "OPEN ME ->" sticky note pointing to the latter. you're not stupid. you know when you look in the compact mirror that creature is gonna be in your reflection. you sigh and shrug, and still flinch a bit when you flick it open and it's there. it lifts its hands and starts signing:

I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU-

you snap the contact closed and jam it in your pocket. you're not in the fucking mood. you try to go to your bedroom, but you trip over your own feet and go down hard. you just lay there. whatever. who cares

your phone buzzes against your leg.

"i know about your girlfriend. i can read your texts. i'm sorry."

"it's not your fault." you have no idea why you feel obligated to reassure this thing. "it's been going downhill for months."

"would it help if i held you? you seem sort of starved for affection." your stalker calling you out sort of stings, but it's right. you haven't been held or kissed or loved in a really long time. you shrug.

"sure, whatever." if this entity is gonna murder you, a hug first certainly wouldn't hurt.

you just lay there uselessly as it lays down with you, warm body curling against yours as it drapes an arm that you can't see over your body and pulls you close to it. you can feel warm breath on your neck. it's... really soft, actually. you're sort of disgusted to admit it but this is kind of nice. you dig the compact out of your pocket and flip it open to see its massive bulk pressed up against you, dirty skull pressed against your neck as it holds you close. it moves a hand to sign at you

SEE? NOT HURTING YOU

despite it all, you laugh

***

it's been a week since she held you. your life is still pretty rough, but you're trying to clean things up one at a time. your research is going well. Viola comes to work with you now. sometimes when you need something from across the room, it just gets tossed to you.

oh, yeah. you call her Viola now. the day after you spent the whole night cuddling, she read a book off your shelf while you were at work with a protagonist named Viola, and she fell in love with the name. you're letting her stay with you, but only on the condition that you make her shower so she doesn't grime up your apartment. with her skull cleaned and polished and her matted fur brushed out, she looks like a much more respectable eldritch stalker creature.

you get home from work and kick your shoes off, laughing as powerful invisible hands scoop you off the ground and a tapered tongue you can't see playfully licks one of your cheeks. you'll get dinner in a little while. you both have needs to attend to first. you hadn't had sex in like half a year because of your failing relationship, and she'd never had sex ever, so you're both trying to make up for lost time.

you're roughly dropped onto the bed, and something you can't see practically tears your shirt off, and you laugh as you feel her saliva drip on your torso. Viola's feeling thirsty, apparently. this so makes up for the four days of thinking she was going to murder you. this rocks.

[stormylittlebrother]

You invited your little brother into your room to watch movies and smoke weed together. Every time you finished a joint, he’d nudge you and ask you to roll another. By the time you burned through your third, it occurred to you that you couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually taken a hit. He’d hold the joint for a second, or skip his turn altogether, passing it back without comment. You hadn’t been paying close attention.

The thought surfaced briefly, then slipped away just as easily. You sank back against the bed, the concern dissolving into that familiar, floating calm. Your eyelids grew heavy and though you tried to focus on the movie your brother picked, you fell asleep.

You wake up to the warm grip of his cunt enveloping your cock and your vision focuses onto the sight of him on top of you, moaning and gasping as he fucks himself on your cock. Your body still feels so heavy and though you manage to raise your arms in what you'll tell yourself was an attempt to push him off, your hands just settle on his hips uselessly. Your body feels like it's melting into the bed, but your hips drive upward into your little brother's pussy, seeking out that silken heat you've only ever fantasized about until now.

[kinkydesignationnitrate]

this. this holy fuck this

I can only imagine that after this, little bro asking for weed just makes you horny, and while you're not too certain why you're not at all bothered by being horny from him asking for weed and seem happy to provide and before you know it you and little bro are fucking in every position imaginable until his womb has swollen too much from your seed <3

[kill-akara]

girl who I'm blowing and is completely ignoring me for whatever is on her phone: "hey who's gayer for this you or me?"

me, who's about to swallow every drop of her sweet womanly nectar like it's the first thing I've had for nourishment in a millennium: "you probably tbh"

[bastard-thing]

risky creampie sex? mating press? breeding doggy style?? pls?

[kinkydesignationnitrate]

I fear I live for risky creampie sex. oughhhh cumming in my big sister,,, sounds really good right now

older sister that's half wrapping her legs around me bc she's a little worried about it not being a safe day, and me, desperately wanting to get her pregnant

[kichislvt]

kichi getting money this winter maybeeee..should be get a dildo or a vibrator......... mm.. decisions decisions...

[kinkydesignationnitrate]

um obviously a dildo to practice bring bred

[kichislvt]

ur so right kinkydesignationnitrate i should get a dildo

[kinkydesignationnitrate]

this screams the same energy as "thanks discord user thimbleted22 for this information"

[kichislvt]

kichi getting money this winter maybeeee..should be get a dildo or a vibrator......... mm.. decisions decisions...

[kinkydesignationnitrate]

um obviously a dildo to practice bring bred

[kinkydesignationnitrate]

my notifications are making a face.....