She/her | late 20s | Ace | 🔞 only follow & interact if you’re 18+ please | Hypnohorny enthusiast, tickle enjoyer, occasional writer - here there be coils and feathers 🐍🪶💕
Hey! I’m Nym, or Artemis if you like. Hypno + tickle fetish writer with a fondness for coils, snakes, intimate and seductive hypnosis, monster GFs/BFs, feathers, sensuality, playful tickling and physical intimacy.
I’m a long-time lurker in the tickle and hypno communities, finally returning to Tumblr and making myself known. Bear with me as I try to remember how this website works and start sharing small snippets and fics for the first time in YEARS.
This blog will probably wobble between SFW and spicy soooooo gonna go ahead and say it’s 18+ around here. Also do not send me unprompted asks with tickle/hypno teasing talk or RP. No.
Shout out to situations where tough/stoic/grumpy guys get taken out by the softest and gentlest of tickles. Because it's a mix of like "yes it tickles" but also they are so unused to tender and gentle touch that it just unravels them and they can't tell if they love it or hate it but it's strangely healing and they never want it to stop ❤
haha wouldn't it be so funny if we were having a normal conversation and you slowly started an induction that was so subtle that by the time you began in full force I was too confused and hazy to notice, let alone resist?? That would be, um, so hilarious... 👀
Thinking about hypnosis in the form of powerful persuasion. Someone starts a conversation with you, and you find yourself nodding and agreeing with everything they say. It all just makes so much sense, even if you can't really put your finger on why. It seems so logical to listen to what they say, do what they tell you, no matter how strange. They just put it in such a way that you can't help but agree. Of course you'll obey, it just makes sense.
I’ve had magic + tickling on the brain this week so whipped up a horny short featuring both. Originally posted as a Twitter thread. I’m not used to writing second person Reader style fics so this was a good exercise! Not sure how I like writing in it yet tho, we’ll see.
No fandom, just unnamed OCs, but feel free to imagine this as the BG3 or CR mage of your choosing. <3 Reader is assumed femme but written gn enough to be any gender (I think).
Features: Tickling, body worship, kinky use of magic
Summary: Your busy wizard bf has been deep in arcane studies all day and you want some ATTENTION. Cue an attempt at seducing him to distraction… which backfires splendidly.
Soft NSFW!
He’s been in his study for hours, poring over scrolls and books all day. When you finally grown tired of waiting, you maneuver your way onto his lap, to which he gives you a peck on the cheek before reaching around to continue scribbling away.
You huff and pout but nothing works.
Until he breathes a quiet little chuckle at your impatience. "I'm working, love. Soon as I'm done, promise."
You sigh, annoyed. "Are these scrolls really so important? You spend more time with your hands on that quill than on me."
He raises an eyebrow and stops writing. Leans back in his chair and raises his hands between you. "And where should these hands be then?"
You smirk and take one of his hands, guiding it to grasp your hip. "Here, for a start." His other you pull to your chest, where he rests it against your ribs as he has 100 times. He relaxes into familiar territory, lets his thumb stroke along your breast and flick your clothed nipple. You arch into his touch hoping to encourage him.
"Here, perhaps?" You give him a coy look and he can't help but grin back at your mischief. "Would that do?"
Before you can answer, the hand on your hip is trailing down to your thigh, kneading softly. He pulls you closer and tucks his head into the crook of your neck, ghosting soft lips against your throat, the shell of your ear...
"What about here?" You hear the smile in his voice.
Giddy at having enticed him into your game, you sigh dreamily for effect. "Such a quick learner. See? No need for those scrolls when you're already so... adept."
He nips gently at your earlobe and lets his hands trail along your form, explores the familiar curves to your delight. Fingers trace up your spine, along your collarbone, down your torso. You jump when large hands squeeze your thighs but are soothed back down by his mouth planting kisses along your neck. He mutters something unintelligible under his breath and his hands warm a little.
It's while you contemplate the small joys of magic that he stops entirely and pulls away. "Right, the scrolls. Almost forgot."
You deflate. Damn.
He smiles apologetically though. "Promise I'm almost done alright? You can even stay right here while I finish."
You sighed and pouted. But there was something... odd in his face now. Intriguing enough to pursue. You relax against him as he takes the quill back in hand. You're worked up, but resolve to just let him finish so that he can--
You twitch at the first sound of quill on parchment. No, not the sound.
The touch?
You're confused until it happens again, more obvious now. A thin object dragging from hip to hip in swirly little patterns. And there! Another, softer, fluttering up your side. You can't distinguish the motion. Almost as if-- oh. Oh no.
It's as you start to squirm that you begin to recognize the continous strokes of his scribbled hand writing, a ghost of the quill’s tip dancing against you skin. The feathered end jerks and dips along your side.
"Oh... when did you..." Giggles threaten to tumble out.
"Quiet love," he murmurs. "I need to concentrate so we can get back to our fun."
Oh he was the devil.
"N-not-- ah!.. not fair" You gasp out what words you can as you fight against tantalizing sensations, and he hums nonsense acknowledgements with tremendous self-satisfaction. The phantom quill paints prose into your thighs, licks spells and charms down your back. He signs his name with a flourish that nearly sends you tumbling off his lap when it targets your sensitive sides, but his free hand catches you.
"Careful or I’ll make a mistake."
He flutters the quill for good measure and you yelp as the soft feathered end seems to brush against your nipples.
"Me-he-heeeean!"
He laughs as you try to hide against his chest, but there's no escape from the pleasurable torment of flicking feathers and scribbling quills.
Slowly, the ticklish touches ebb away to let you catch your breath. His mouth is back at you ear. "Don't worry. I can be nice too."
You hold your breath and wait for his next trick.
"I can be very, very nice indeed." The sound of quill on parchment begins again.
You whimper and *writhe* as the quill seem to multiply and feathers stroke and tease between your legs. Those cursive words are everywhere, spiralling round and round your nipples, playing at the base of your spine. Your whimpers turn to moans as you buck against him, chasing every sensation that's setting you alight. The phantom objects morph into fingers, mouths, tongues, and you can't tell if it's the spell or your mind conjuring more ecstasy. You just need *more* as you melt into a giddy mess.
You can hardly make out those final words as you buck and writhe and moan and laugh, edged and teased and tickled.
"Now stay right there," he says, breathless, and you know he doesn't mean on his lap, but on this precipice of pleasure. "I'll be finished soon."
ok yeah so: you’re being chased through the dark by a vampire. actually, “chased” isn’t the right word— you’re being HUNTED. you are nothing but prey and you’ve been running for so long, but it’s faster. stronger.
eventually you’re caught— inevitable, really, why’d you even try to run, silly thing— and suddenly it’s on you, swinging a leg over to straddle you, pinning you down by your wrists, hunched and curling over your quivering body to begin to feed— it breathes you in and you smell so so so so good—
all of a sudden it’s got its mouth and teeth around your neck and it doesn’t hurt— not at all— it’s actually. um. it’s. your eyes fly open in shock. oh fuck that really, really, really tickles.
it’s feeding in earnest now, moving against you, and god it tickles so fucking bad, it’s sending goosebumps down your spine and making your toes curl. your whimpers have become giggles, and you’re squirming under it, now, starting to grind up a little into the weight of it because you just can’t help it, you’re just so ticklish
and the vampire’s so confused, prey isn’t supposed to sound like this, but it’s so hungry it doesn’t even care, everything feels so warm and you smell so fucking good so it just flattens itself over you to pin you down more— its only instinct is to chase that feeling, more more more
the fight is leaving you, you’re babbling senselessly between gasps and laughter and whimpers— pleasepleaseplease, it tickles, oh god
it’s everywhere— its mouth and teeth and lips are working up and down your throat, over your collarbones, at the base of your neck, and nothing’s ever tickled so fucking badly in your life. nothing’s ever felt so good. nothing ever will again
you’re nothing but prey. you were built for this. there is nothing to do but writhe beneath it. so be good now and let it feed
[see my other tickletober 2023 fics] [read on ao3]
Summary: [continuation of day 19 arms up] Molly asked for it okay?
A/N: Happy Sunday!!! Expectedly finished this today. FINALLY THE LAST TICKLETOBER 2023 PROMPT IS DONE HEHEHEHE ONLY TOOK ME ...10? MONTHS!
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Caleb slid Molly’s bottoms halfway down his ass letting them hang low on the curve of where the skin is most plush. His fingers ghosted lightly along the soft skin just below his lower back. Molly jumped, twitching and letting out a nervous whine. A shiver raced down his spine. What in the hells did he just get himself into?
Fingernails curled and uncurled gracefully as they traced shapeless patterns out to his sides and in toward his spine, moving lower and lower each pass. “Mmmmmmnn!” Molly whimpered, not quite laughing yet.
The lightness, the ghosting of fingertips and seemingly aimless shambling… It was all too much and too little already. He bounced from knee to knee as he squirmed. “I- I thought you heh- you were going to take it harder on meeEEE!” Molly tilted his head back and squealed when Caleb’s fingers dipped down to tickle, just as gentle as they had been, along the soft, plush skin of his ass. It made him want to shoot into the ceiling above them, to leap from his skin, to… anything to just get away and get those damn fingernails off.
“Ja, that’s the plan.” Caleb replied, deadpan. “I believe it’s working just fine.” He continued, unsympathetic to Mollymauk’s tactile plight, just as light as ever, only pausing for a few brief moments to tug that last layer of clothing further downward and expose more skin.
“Caleb!” Mollymauk whined, sounding a bit scandalized.
“Ja?” Caleb responded, his voice smooth and sweet — gentle like his touch.
“Nnnmff—” Molly grumbled again, whining wordlessly as his head fell back and his spine tingled with sensation.
Caleb’s fingers tickled and spidered in delicate circles across all of the exposed skin a few minutes longer, getting a consistent trail of giggles and huffs for his efforts.
“You’re mehehehean.” Mollymauk mumbled in protest as Caleb stopped, only to pick up one of the large feathers he had laid out on the bed beside them.
“Hm.” Then, Caleb laughed. “I should hope so, I learned from the best.”
Another shiver ran down Mollymauk’s spine.
Caleb turned around then, kneeling still over Molly’s calves but facing his feet. Molly shifted, scrunching his toes nervously. Before settling his weight down, Caleb reached back to grab Molly’s tail and tuck it between his legs, then sat back to straddle his calves.
Easy as that, his feet and the end of his tail were trapped against the bed.
“I wouldn’t want these to feel left out.” Caleb said as a single finger traced lightly from ankle to toe down each foot once.
Mollymauk let out a pitiful whine, his upper body squirming where it hung down from the silks.
Soon one finger became two, then three, then all five fingers of one hand danced with a soft but quick precision along the wiggling soles. Molly tried to scrunch them up on instinct, tittering out laughter behind Caleb, who just ignored him and continued his sweet attack. After a few more times, one pass of his fingers jumped over to Molly’s tail, dancing across the spade and back over to his foot just as quick.
The reaction was undeniable. Molly shrieked as soon as fingers touched down, pulling taut against the silks again and cursing through his laughter. “Fuhuhuhuck- don’t! Not there!” Mollymauk whined when the hand repeated the motion. His feet and tail wriggled erratically, but were offered no escape.
“How about…?” Caleb paused his ministrations only to pull back the toes on Molly’s right foot, holding them as still as he could.
Now, Mollymauk couldn’t see him from where he was bound, dangling and wishing he could just melt into the bed. He swallowed. Then, he felt the pointy end of the feather scratch along the ball of his foot.
“Ack! Hah! Cahahay-leb!” Molly yelped, his toes straining against the fingers holding them back.
Caleb traced the feather’s quill end up and down, under each toe, along the ball and arch, over to his ankle. After a few minutes of frantic giggling and whining, Caleb released his toes.
“Having fun, Schatz?” He asked as Molly calmed down a bit after a few moments respite.
“Heh. Turns out you are more a menace than I.” Molly replied breathlessly.
The break was short lived when Caleb gripped his other ankle, then pulled back his toes. This time, instead, as Molly braced for the ticklish drag of the feather quill under his toes, he was alarmed to feel it instead trace over the spade of his tail. He shouted in surprise, flailing as much as he could in his binds. “YAAAHH- CAHAHALEB!”
“Had to keep you on your toes.” Caleb teased. “Speaking of which!” He went then through the same tour-de-tiefling-foot but with the soft end of the feather, holding his foot in place with his toes back all the while. Molly squealed, squirming as the tingling tickles shot through his foot. The soft brushing never ceased, and he found himself giggling uncontrollably.
“Which do you think tickles more?”
“Eehehehe I dohohon’t— NO!” Mollymauk gasped when suddenly both sensations wracked his feet at once: soft feather bristles on one sole and the precise strokes of the quill end on the other—some kind of ..sensory repetition spell.. it must have been.
“You don’t know?” Caleb chuckled.
“No! I-HEH! WHAhahat the fuhuhuck is that?! AHAHAHA!” He squealed when the sensation of the quill end reappeared on his tail too.
“Something to help me…collect the proper data.” It only lasted a minute, then faded, and Caleb continued, his voice sweet with smug amusement. “You know how I love to take notes. So, which is worse, dear?”
“Mmmf- the.. the pointy end, I suppose.” Molly confessed, he was clever enough to recognize a breather when he got one. “But the soft end had a few spots where, well… you know.”
“I see.” Caleb answered, and Molly imagined the crinkles in the corners of his eyes as he smiled. “Don’t worry, I have plenty more to try.”
Molly didn’t see what Caleb picked up next from his assorted collection, but a few moments later, he felt it.
Caleb ran the calligraphy brush between and under Molly’s toes as he held them back with the other hand. The execution was similar, but this time the struggling felt more insistent. Molly whimpered before sucking in a frustrated breath that came out as a shrieky laugh. “NohohohOHO! Whahahahat is thahaHAHAT?”
“This one is the worst yet, huh?”
Mollymauk could hear the smugness, the smirk in his tone. He would roll his eyes if he could keep them open, not that it would do him any good.
The soft, precise fibers of the brush traced all over the ball of his foot. Caleb was thorough, targeting all of the spots he could with precision. It only lasted a few minutes, but Molly could feel the tear streaks on his warm cheeks by the time Caleb finally stopped and he could focus on feeling things other than the damned, dastardly brush under his toes.
Fingers wrapped around the toes of his other foot, and Molly shuddered, groaning out a plea. “Wait—”
“Of course, I almost forgot.” Caleb said, and with a quick mumble of magic, his dastardly ‘tickle repeat’ spell took effect just as he began tickling the other foot. Molly felt two brushes working in tandem to torment all of the most ticklish spots they could find on his feet. No matter how he shouted and laughed and squirmed he got nowhere.
“Plehehehehease! Cahahaleb! AHAHA- It- it fucking tihihihickles! STAHAHA- NOooo!”
The spell faded shortly after, and the wizard’s brush came to a halt.
“…Well, of course it does. But, you have caught my curiosity, Tealeaf, let’s see how you do if I try this… over here.”
Molly’s brain caught up with what he said just in time for Caleb to press the spade of his tail against the mattress and hold it there firmly. “No. Nononono no no no! Caleb! Don’t- not there! Plehehease!” His arms yanked at the silks, knowing they weren’t going to budge. His stomach twisted in delightful panic.
The brush tickled just as precisely and badly as Mollymauk imagined as it wiggled across the spade of his tail. He shrieked, drumming his feet against the bed and keening forward. “NONONONO!” He protested before cackling wildly, unable to do anything else.
“This is an excellent spot.” Caleb noted. “Perhaps I should leave you a little note here, do you think you could tell what I’m writing?”
Mollymauk wasn’t even sure he would be able to understand what he was saying if he kept this treatment up.
Caleb began tracing letters, symbols, something into the end of his tail. Mollymauk couldn’t fathom what it could possibly say. All he knew was how badly it tickled. Caleb tried asking him, a few times, to guess.
Molly couldn’t even think of what to guess.
“PLEHEHEHEHEHEEEASE– SOHOHOMEWHERE ELSE!” Molly managed to get out as he cried laughing.
Caleb sighed, acting almost put-out. “Oh, I suppose I can move on.” He brought the brush to trace up the line of Mollymauk’s tail, tickling until he couldn’t reach further for how the tail was tucked between his legs.
Molly breathed in a gasp as the tickling finally let up for a moment. “Cahaleb..”
Then, there were fingers on his hips, squeezing, out of nowhere. Caleb hadn’t moved, as far as Molly could tell, so he must’ve been reaching behind him to blindly tickle along Mollymauk’s hips. Molly squealed, keening forward. “Wahahahaha! Wahait!”
Caleb stopped, taking the time to shift around then. He brought fingers back over to his hips and ghosted over them, feeling Mollymauk tense beneath his hands.
Caleb brought his hands, slow and sturdy, gently up Molly’s body. They ghosted over his sides, his ribs, up under his arms. Mollymauk squeaked and giggled along their path.
Just as they began to softly caress their way back down, the fingers suddenly shot up to tickle under Molly’s arms with enthusiasm. Molly sputtered out a shocked laugh and shook his head.
Caleb tickled there for a while, listening to the cackling protests and wheezing laughter. Then, his hands slowly descended to his upper ribs. They tickled along the bone from his chest all the way along his sides and to his back. When he got to his shoulder blades, he continued, tickling over the bone and toward his spine. Mollymauk shivered, squirming in desperation to get away from the never-ending ticklish fingers dancing over his back. Caleb went back along to the side, down a rib, and began the cycle anew.
“StahahaAHHAHAAHOP THAHAT!” Molly cackled, his feet and tail thumping against the mattress.
“Not a chance.” Caleb chuckled fondly, leaning forward to kiss the back of Mollymauk’s ear. Molly squirmed away, scrunching his neck a bit. Caleb laughed and leaned in to kiss along the back of his neck anyway, chasing him as he wriggled away.
“HEHEHEHE GODS- YOHOHOU’RE HAHAHAIRY!” Mollymauk complained through his laughter as Caleb’s scruff prickled against his skin.
“Indeed.”
The fingers made their way down to tickle from his sides to his lower back and around again, making Molly quake with laughter. Meanwhile, Caleb continued his trail of ticklish kisses, nipping along Mollymauk’s neck and down to his shoulder.
When he tickled near the base of Molly’s tail again, he felt a thwip as the spade tore backward in reflex, smacking him on the thigh near his ass.
“Hey!”
“Sohohohorryhehehe! I cahahaAHHAN’T heheHEHELP it!” He insisted, laughing hysterically.
Caleb gripped the tail with one hand, continuing to tickle with the other. He brought the end around toward him to examine it. “Wonder how you’d fare if I…” As he trails off, Caleb’s voice is soft but focused —but not on him, Molly realizes, but on his tail.
The object of his attention is soon right in front of Caleb’s face: the twitching, purple spade. He brings it in close, and Molly feels warm breath on the skin.
“N-nyhh Caleb, plehehease..” Molly whimpered.
Caleb brought the edge of it into his mouth, nipping at the side, nuzzling the spade against his chin.
It took all of his strength to keep the tail there as Molly strained violently to get his tail out of there. The laughter came in bursts and cackles as Molly shouted and shrieked for mercy.
Encouraged by the sound, Caleb nuzzled his chin further into Molly’s tail, and the tiefling nearly ascended to the astral plane.
“HASHSHAHAAHA PLEHEHEHE- I CAHAHAHAHAN’T! NOHOHOOHOTHERE HEHEHEHE!”
He mouthed along the sides, then drew back and licked a stripe up the center of the spade. Mollymauk’s brain short-circuited as he screamed. The sound cascaded into a hoarse, desperate laugh surrounding half-worded pleas.
He brought the spade forward again, nibbling playfully along the edge. Mollymauk fell slack against the silks, laughing breathlessly. “Plehehehe- hahAHA- cahahahan’t- cahahahaan’t take it anyhyhymore–”
“Now, I can tell you’re starting to get tired.” Caleb mumbled against the spade as he ran his fingers through Molly’s hair. “And I have an idea for a little finale for you. I know how you love those.” He teased, familiar with Molly’s own proclivity towards setting up some horribly unfair endcap to any tickling he put someone through.
Molly felt Caleb turning around to face him from behind again, and he whimpered, feeling helpless to do anything else.
“Ready?”
“Calebbbb.” Molly whined, squirming in his bonds.
The repetition spell returned full force as Molly felt a familiar scratchy, ticklish mouthing sensation at the end of his tail. Molly keened forward, barely able to with the little slack he had. “WahAHAHAHAA- NOHOHOHO! NononoNOO HEHEHEE! AHHHAHHA!”
Caleb’s fingers made their reappearance as well, this time tickling up from his hips to his armpits and all along his sides and ribs.
Shrieking with laughter, Molly felt more wetness on his cheeks. He couldn’t focus on anything other than how badly this tickled and how he couldn’t do anything about it. His stomach twisted pleasantly.
When the spell began to fade, Caleb finally, finally drew back. He reached up to rub at Molly’s horns and fuss further with his hair. He gently brought Molly’s head back to rest against his cheek. “Alright there? Have fun?”
Molly blushed, giggling as Caleb wiped away a tear. “S-so much.” He mumbled, buzzing with endorphins and in the wizard’s arms. “You’re the wohohorst..” He giggled.
Caleb rolled his eyes. “Satisfied?”
Mollymauk nodded his head back lazily, then coyly smirked. “For now.”
“Let’s get you out of here, and into bed.” Caleb kissed his cheek, reaching up to untangle his arms.
Sitting on your tiefling or naga lover's lap while they read or game or write, kissing thsir neck and grinding to coax them into giving you attention.
Them using their tail between your legs, teasing you into a whimpering mess without ever prying their attention from their activity. Careful what you wish for
Thinking about taking advantage of somebody's sensitive neck; of straddling their waist, pinning their arms firmly above their head, spending a minute or two whispering into their ear as my voice drips in sarcasm:
"Did you get yourself stuck, hm?"
"Awww, poor thing"
"Why are you giggling? You're not ticklish, are you?"
Only then, once they're squirming uncontrollably, once their cheeks are burning, once you have them exactly where you want them, could the fun really begin ~
Nibbling. Nuzzling. Planting kisses and raspberries in equal measure. The way their body writhes beneath you. The screams that fade to silent laughter. The giggles that turn to heavy breathing before evolving into full-fledged moans. The frustrated giggles when you pause to tease them, to highlight the smile plastered across their face, to mockingly remark how it must be so bad that there's nowhere to hide as you feel a last-ditch attempt to break free from your grip. The desperate but defeated pleas for mercy before you send them hurtling back into fits of laughter <3
Being ace with a tickle kink is so embarrassing bc vanilla people will ask "what that mouth do?" And it's like idk, blow raspberries? Nibble your neck? Maybe kiss your tummy if you're feeling extra freaky?
