ℕ𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕚

Name's Nomi (she/they, 30s, queer), I write esoteric sapphic hedonistic foodie smut, with the occasional monster fucking and furry stuff on the side

You can find my stuff on Ao3 and if you wanna see more silly stuff you can follow my side-blog, and I guess now I post on FA too if you wanna check out me trying to learn to draw

Really not satisfied with this one, too many mistakes, but hey, I think it still turned out decent?

Enjoy me struggling to learn how to use colour in Procreate

*politely accepts the waffle*

"Damn, thanksh, i'sh really affirming to hear it"

What if your shift today consisted of eating magical fruits with your lesbian polycule, not knowing what its effects were, but being too much a bunch of junkies to not try them out? I'm sure the swelling breasts, clit-dicks, waist cinching, and thigh expanding are normal side-effects. It's not like one of you is gonna turn into a dragon, and another into a slime, or something like that.

Under the hand that laid on her bosom, we could see the fabric of her outfit starting to distend itself. The ruffles of her décolleté straightened, and the front buttons were being lightly tugged on either side of their slits. I could swear her breasts were swelling.

Eventually, the fruit’s effects reared in, and I could feel her skin expand against my engorged clit. They filled like water balloons, plopping against my groin, lower belly, and thighs. The warmth made it all the more delicious, like she had furnaces within her bosom, making the both of us sweat up a storm that made our skin glide against each other’s.

My girlfriends were getting comically sexier by the minute, and whilst none of us could believe it, we were far too infatuated to even question it. Whilst I assumed the effects were temporary, I couldn’t help but have a nagging suspicion at the back of my head that it wasn’t so.

Chapter 2 now out on Ao3

You knew queer creatures lived in the forest, and yet, that didn't stop you from inexplicably getting stuck to a slime with a certain propensity for filling preys with a peculiar kind of cream.

It became apparent what it was doing: the poor critter was just hungry – and so were you. You couldn’t possibly hold any grudge against it. If anything, you were both in a similar situation. You even worried that the slime had not wanted to stick to you, and was stuck just as you were. Whilst you didn’t want to pity the thing, you couldn’t help but want to care for it whilst you’d find a way to extirpate yourself from its body.

Whilst you did your best to keep your eyes off the small beast, it started acting differently, unbeknownst to you. Maybe its patience had run out, or it wanted to teach you something; its flesh rippled until a tendril formed, creeping up your arm. Whilst you dismissed its behaviour initially, you let out a yelp once it reached your wrist. You tried to push it away, but it proved fruitless; your hands would only stick to the slime’s body.

You knew it was going to attach itself to you. You knew it would slide right into your mouth. You knew there and then this species was capable of some sentience: it had learned how to feed you, and was now adamant on repeating the process. You looked at Jelly, or rather its initial half, and how the gag of slime covered the entirety of its face. As your eyes locked with each other, you felt the same tendril splatter itself over your skin.

Chapter 2 now out on Ao3

A tale of a girl succumbing to a dizzying trance. Things are not as they seem, and her gluttony is in full view for an entire audience to see. A sequel to my most popular work - Sappho's Confectionery.

I felt a rush of blood to my head. I wasn’t supposed to speak of my desires like this – especially not to my boss. And yet, the words escaped my mouth, as if compelled to; as if my lips had betrayed me.

The moans she let out, like a feral cat in heat, were to die for. There was something so carnal and sweet about her voice that always incited me to get more. Her hand slid under my blouse, and under my bra, squeezing greedily at my breasts, making me unleash a series of moans. Her touch was always intense, filled with lust, which never failed to make me gasp and yell with wild abandon. Her nails, especially, sent shivers down my spine.

As the melody rose and clamoured its beat, my body unfurled and twirled accordingly. It was that same song Amanda and I were listening to the first night we had had sex together. And so, she came to me, with the same look in her eyes she had that fateful evening. Despite looking at me from below, she stood so tall, proudly, with a coy smile – one of knowing things were about to turn lewd.

Chapter 1 now out on Ao3

I ventured too far east, where the descending mountain ranges melt into the acid sea, the trees hide in their gnarled roots, and birds dare not migrate.

The winding paths took me ever downward, as gravity carved the path ahead.

On the eroded shore, only the mountaintops of old remained, obsolete monuments to a bygone era of drylands. Standing under the faraway clouds, no sound but the waves yearning to take me in.

"Come" they echoed, "for the acid will cleanse you".

My body is an alkaline mess in need of purity, thus without straying nor looking back, I surrendered myself to the forces of the ocean, yearning for the depths that laid further.

The sweet release of melting.

Deafen the echoes of my veins in my eardrums, rip them to shreds. The musicality of my arteries will never sound again, only reverberate one final time through the pooling waves above. Feast on my flesh and render me numb.

"Surrender to the me", but I couldn't hear anymore. My body is now a banquet to the greedy ions of the green depths. Erase these cells that I don't need and render me null.

Rescinded.

As the pieces broke off and were slowly put back into place, A million pieces lit up into a starry sky. Navigators of the old world would admire its beauty, Seafaring through torments of waves, following a dot of hope, Distant, yet shining.

Skies and earth twirled for eons before, but no more. Millions of suns will raze the lands and render the milky eternal empty.

Decoupled.

Look up child, The seas gone, Nothing floats anymore, But specks of dust in your eyes.

And as empires of steel sank into the limestone, Your hopes, with them, penetrated your eyes, Hidden behind your sight.

Asynchronous.

How I told you all of this would happen, How you would play with toy hearts and lent names, You fell into the madness you constructed for yourself. See how the dried oceans sparkle under the plasmatic skies, The way they shine into your protective eyes.

May your utmost tear be the most beautiful of twinkles, As you are engulfed into the million lights. Walk freely, and unbound, As even the soil untethers itself.

Chaotic.

I will watch silently, On the only day without a tomorrow, Taking that one last step, Without a goodbye, But a solemn smile.

Be free fae child, Be free of the body you have used beyond repair. I will remain for a while. Someone has to, after all.

As the rain rolls down Monte Circeo beneath the starry night I find you again, this time awake, in her arms.

Oh sister, thank you for bringing me this witchling. The voice I guide has been calling her for so long To her abode, in the lands of the west, And I have woken from a slumber to this newfound light.

When Summer swings From June to July, From the known to the unknown, Wild dreams flow through our minds.

A fledgling hatches to the noon Sun, Gaze upwards, basking under its protecting rays.

From her shell grows a nurturing tree, which will send her on an upward flight to a palace she has somehow seen before. A marble effigy to your grace sister, whence you nurture her for her journey.

And when her wings descend below, May she find my arm to rest on, For her soul nested atop the old tower, She reached, even before it crumbled.

On the wake of Lughnasadh’s night, I hear words of yesteryear resurfacing.

Aphrodite’s voice, in her luscious glory flying gracefully through the air, coming to find my ear, as I hear a thousand first harvest before me. She stands, behind every campfire, strong in her magnificence, eternal.

She lets myself go, she lets myself grow.

As the feast finishes, I can feel the universe’s pulse course through my veins, with her power carried alongside it. May the coming days’ reaping bring abundance to fields and flesh alike.

And as the campfire dims, it reminds me what is to come, as it has been, as it will be.

I hear drums pouding, They are calling. The march strides from the north on the ides of February, I can hear their steps making the soil tremble in waves.

Rocks will scatter, water will bend, fires will be lit, the air itself will settle.

Not all will see Them on their southward pursuit, but hear this: the world is to be changed for those who can listen to the Moon, and speak like the Sun. Once feet have been shaken, heads can only fall. As the body descends, the mind soars.

They are calling, hear Them roar like ancient armies of the west, see Them run like wild beasts. When They come and knock on the door, it is not the home that opens, you are the vessel that will be entered. The pendulum will swing one last time, and thereafter your mind will be swayed.

Come.

We will march back to forgotten lands, rebuild sacred countries outside of this world. And when the new day rises, They will remain, with their duty fulfilled, and their watchful eye piercing through bodies and time. When February returns, the new harvest will start a cycle anew, and we will carry out the drums, as They march down the mountains.

Oh Hekate, from the infinite Above, Silence my mind and take me higher, Deeper, darker, Where the past is still and the future vibrates.

As the mind fuses with your every face, Let me open my many eyes. Let me see beyond and through.

As my arms become crossed and rigid, Let my fluid mind melt. Let colours speak to me.

I am yours. I am devoted. I am ready.

Let your vision engulf reality, And make dreams mingle with the living world.

Oh pentacles vibrating in the deep, Where the fell air lingers, May my voice resonate deeper As wrongs need to be righted.

They have put a spell on me, I thusly give the favour back, Hexborne and tenfold.

May their design come to its fall, As blood falls from the vanquished. May the rule of ten make its way Into their scared heart.

The Universe is above all, Them, under its dominion. I am voidbound, Unscathed and untouched.

May they see despair where hope lingers, For ruin! For the eternal oblivion! May they feel wrath until justice is done.