#nym writes

[intheticklecloset]

I can't seem to stop writing BSD fics this year so I hope y'all are ready for that 😅

[artemis-nym]

Someone on Twitter mentioned big coiling python hypnosnakes vs small hypno snakes and how we need more of the latter. Which got me thinking about

Small hypnosnakes wrapped around a neck like a collar, taking up your vision with lovely pulsing colours

Small hypnosnakes hidden under clothing to coil and tease in public and leave their subs grinning and twitching and squirming 🥴😍

Small hypnosnakes that sneak around and slip into locked rooms and find new victims to trance and toy with

Small hypnosnakes that use their subs like a puppet to seduce new playthings for their menagerie 🐍🌀

[nymphenberger]

I will write again one day but you got to bear w me

[artemis-nym]

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

[artemis-nym]

Too many kinks too little tiiiiime. The curse of having so many art/story ideas like damn I wish I was pickier but these are all good 😂

Currently on the list:

spicy BG3 thing featuring Astarion, Halsin, coils, body worship and maybe a little overstimulation 👀

naga oc catches two thieves + hypno fun ensues (m x mm)

playful demon bf with a mischievous streak vs bratty ticklish bf who def provoked him (guess who wins)

local incubus just sort of uhhh moves in hope that's cool (it is 🥴) (m x fm)

critickle role Widowmauk tickle fic that starts out so soft and gets me blushy by the end

Anxious boy is overworked, monster pleasure dom bf is horny - oh no, the perfect combo

Hypno snek is harmless, just ask this harem of tranced out folks having a great time

Imposing my "pointy ears are extra ticklish" and "all tieflings are knismos" beliefs unto Essek and Molly

Glamoured demon bf can't keep hands to himself, gf remembers why she can't take him ANYWHERE 😳💦

[artemis-nym]

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."

[artemis-nym]

Hypnohorny snippet from something I'm messing around with:

Blue, green, violet. Alluring and irresistible, pulling his mind apart as easily as cotton candy. A thick coil between his legs was a welcome sensation. Vadis' clawed hand held his chin oh so gently to stare into those pulsing eyes.

“Such a pretty thing, aren't you?" Soft words of praise from a devilish tongue. His eyelids fluttered as a wave of pleasure rolled through him. He felt his body sag as the coil lifted him higher, toes just barely brushing the floor. Heavy, relaxed, mindless. His arms swung helplessly at his sides, the smooth scales like satin against his skin.

Those eyes held his gaze but he could still see the self-assured smirk on Vadis' lips. Too handsome, too used to getting exactly what he wanted. A hunter convincing his prey that surrender was a freedom all its own. All he had to do was follow, listen, feel...

His whole body twitched in delight as the coil began to move, slid sensually between his legs and glided along his hardened length just so. A gentle roll of his hips rewarded him with sparks of pleasure alongside the throbbing in his core. He could keep quiet, couldn't keep still - a squirming, writhing mess moaning through his own delicious torment.

“Careful now," Vadis spoke to him as though soothing a beloved pet. "When you make those sounds I get all excited. And then who knows what I'll get up to..."

[nymphenberger]

High Priestess is a card of mystery, stillness and passivity. This card suggests that it is time to retreat and reflect upon the situation and trust your inner instincts to guide you through it. Things around you are not what they appear to be right now.

The modern interpretation of the High Priestess represents the unknown, mystery, intuition, spiritual knowledge, and the subconscious mind. She is an esoteric figure, unlike The Hierophant. Reversed, the High Priestess can be interpreted as secrecy and disconnection from your intuition

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When the Magician appears in a spread, it points to the talents, capabilities and resources at the querent's disposal to succeed. The message is to tap into one's full potential rather than holding back, especially when there is a need to transform something.

On the broad level, the Magician is interpreted with energy, potential, and the manifestation of one's desires; the card symbolizes the meetings of the physical and spiritual worlds ("as above, so below") and the conduit converting spiritual energy into real-world action

my aestethic for this fic has very little true bearing on the plot but it is important to MEEEEEE