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fanfiction-blep · 1 year

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HEAR ME OUT. Sub Norm spellmen. He has no fanfiction and its a real shame! You you imagine him begging to fuck reader? or reader teasing him and him begging to cum.😣😘

It will make my day if you do! I love seeing when you post. ❤️❤️❤️

OH MY GOD. yes, yes, yes. Did I mention yes? I love the idea of subby Norm. I see him more of a switch to be honest, with a hint of pleasure dom. This deleted scene from the movie tells you everything you need to know about Norm. This will be two parts as I'm not sure if you wanted human or Na'vi Norm ;) And thank you so much Anon, it means the world. Truly.

Human Norm x Human Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight dom/sub dynamic, sub norm. dom reader, hair pulling kink, cream pie. If i missed anything let me know.

Okay so he is a cocky little shit, nervous as hell. But when you actually get together he's so smug all the time.

He's so baby girl.

Imagine him being all flustered around you, not knowing what to do. You'll be in the lab or even in the filed giving him an order and he'll just look at the ground mumbling a 'yes ma'am'

The sight of you in different positions is just to much for his little dork brain, you tank top slips to the side a little? He's trying his best to divert his gaze, your cleavage squeezes together? His cheeks are dusted in a crimson blush.

If you make direct eye contact with him at any point before you fuck for the first time he will get all flustered stutter and not able to function.

Not one of these things goes unnoticed by you, and you push harder on his thin patience. Eventually you give up on the idea of him making the first move. So you do it.

You seize the opportunity when you are alone in the lab late one night and he placed some sample slides next to you, you turn your chair quick and place your hand on his wrist. Looking up at him you say. "Norm can you help me with something?" "Anything" He nods quickly swallowing hard. "I need you-" "Yes" He mumbles eyes latched to your lips.

He would lean down hesitantly until finally you pull his face down and kiss him harshly.

Eventually he leaned down and scooped you up holding you in his arm until he placed you down on an empty bench. Panting hands gripping your thighs. "Please" He whined settling between your legs that he was spreading further a little more each second. "Please what?" You hum, smirking at his vulnerability. You had him eating out of the palm of your hand and he knew it.

"Please let me fuck you" he ruts against your thigh his growing length prominent through his cargos. You sigh and lean into his next nipping at the skin. "Come on baby, fuck me" Norm groans hands desperately fiddling with your individual clothing. Once you were finally bare he ran his fingers through your folds collecting your arousal.

"Fuck I made you this wet?" He smiles and rubs his length with his free hands you nod aggressively. Thrusting towards his length desperate to feel him inside you. "Fuck me or I will do it myself." he thrusts inside you so fast you didn't expect him to be so forward. He bottoms out quickly, one hand flat against the surface beneath you to stable himself the other holding onto your hip.

he pulls out of you slowly, and pumps back in inch by inch. Embracing the feeling of you wrapped around him. He shudders as you clench around his length, the anticipation of the last few days leaving you already close.

You bring one hand up to grip the hairs on the back of his neck, pulling sharply, a moan escaping his lips at the feeling. "Your gonna make me cum okay? if you do a good job I might let you cum inside me" He shudders once again, his head falling against your shoulder his lips pressing soft passionate kisses along the skin.

"Please-" He whines his hand that was previously on your hip moving to rub furiously against your clit, brining you closer and closer to the edge. "Wanna feel you cum, wanna feel it all" You groan and moan push against him falling apart with a whine of his name. Norm keeps rutting slowly riding you through your orgasm.

"pLeASe" Hi voice cracks as his own release draws closer. "You gonna cum for me baby boy?" He whimpers against your skin only able to nod in response. "Words" You snap fingers digging into his bicep. "Yes Ma'am" He thrusts one or two more times before he starts shaking against you. "Cum for me" He follows through, filling you to the brim.

Every time after this, he shoots you smirks across the room. He's so proud to be with you. He knows he's not conventionally attractive, so being with you is a big ego boost and a flex (Not in a toxic way, more a 'i'm so lucky to be with you, your so hot' way) he will rub his hands on your arms or lower back to get your attention when he wants to fuck.

He doesn't care if someone see's or hears. In fact he wants them too, he wants people to hear that even if your in charge, it's his cock that makes you cum every single time.

If it's not his dick, its his fingers or his mouth. He wants every one to know he's yours and you are his.

Hickeys! So many hickeys, he wants to cover you in them. He adorned your body with marks and kisses while fucking you because he is so overwhelmed he just doesn't know what else to do.

Long story short, Norm is a cocky shit who is good with his cock.

#norm spellman #norm spellman smut #norm spellman x reader #norm spellman avatar #there needs to be more norm smut #i am outraged that i couldn't find a norm smut tag right away common guys

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feiandart · 18 days

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Hi Fei, not sure if this message becomes public or not but I couldn't find any other way to contact you. Just wanted to apologise for my comment on chapter 35. I realise in retrospect it might have seemed rude, I was trying to be funny. So, I'm very sorry, and I don't want you to think I didn't enjoy the chapter. I have deleted the comment. If I may take this chance as well, you have been an inspiration to me, I love your writing. I am too an aspiring writer that took a sabbatical for many years, though my self doubt is my biggest saboteur right now. I would love to know how you honed your craft, your words are so beautifully written. I look forward to the next chapter ♥

First of all, hello and thank you for reaching out to me! ♥

I'm afraid my memory doesn't work properly (it never does, sadly), but I'm pretty sure no comment made me think "oh, that was rude", so don't worry at all ♥ Gonna admit now I'm curious 'bout what that was owo But I will not ask for you to share that again if it makes you feel uncomfortable!

Your words means a lot to me! ♥ I had inspiration issues for half of my life. I was around fifteen when I wrote my last paragraph, and after that I didn't for other fifteen years. Honest to God, Good Omens and its community saved me in more than a way when I was at my lowest - helped me both with coming back at writing, and starting drawing for myself. I startend enjoying things again. And I needed that. So, since finding inspiration again was so meaningful to me, being able to inspire others is like I achieved something so big I can't really find words to express it properly. It makes me feel kinda... Oh, dunno. I guess we can go with: blessed. Finding inspiration was (and is) an healing process to me. And I hope it'll be the same to others. So if it came to me, I can only be SO glad to know!! So thank you so much for sharing this!! ♥

Let me tell you this: I am my biggest saboteur myself. So I do understand what you say, and I can guess what you feel right now. My suggestion is something practical. Go in front of the mirror, tell yourself what you want to do and look straight into your eyes. Then, say: "I will do it. And you will NOT stop me." Then say the same to all the people who might go against you. Nobody, not even yourself, should have the power to stop you from doing the things you love. It may be hard at the very start, troublesome meanwhile, but I can assure you nothing's better than being able to live your dreams. All I can do for you now is assuring you I am on your side! And I am sure you can do whatever makes you feel happy.

Last, but not least (dear Lord I wrote so much and I'm not done yet.......), your last question. Funny thing to answer that one, actually. 'cause I never practiced. I never studied a way to arrange phrases and words, actually right now I'm always a bit overwhelmed anytime I sit myself in front of the screen and open my file to start writing. I'll tell you, I'm the messiest people in the entire universe. I had all the plot already written back in november, but yet my characters slip off my hands and do whatever they want. Does it makes any sense to you? I have to costantly re-arrange my plot to make sure everything have some kind of logic. The rest come from my own mind. Sugar, specifically, means a lot to me under a lot of different aspects. Both characters holds part of myself, my own traumas, my own experiences, my own mazes and struggles. I think maybe sometimes things went when I didn't want them to go 'cause my mind played dirty on me and I was unable to stop it. But I don't complain. So I'm afraid I don't have a real answer but this one: I just put myself into every single word I write. I play all the scenes in my mind just like watching movies. I feel what my characters does and, I will not deny this, oftern I cry while doing that too. I'm a bit too much emphatic, perhaps?

Gonna admit, writing Sugar is exactly like going to therapy to me. Goes just along with that, it helps me process myself, my own emotions, helps me validate anything bad I've ever felt.

Well uh, I got pretty carried away with this answer but I hope you can find something helpful around all of these messy words of mine ♥ (And sorry for my poor english if I made some mistake here and there, I fully believe in honest-to-God messages when it comes to answer people, both in comments, chat or anywhere else, so I never actually go back trying to correct my messages. Dunno, it feels like leaving you all full access to my stream of consciousness everytime I give answers like these. Not sure this makes sense. To me it does.)

Don't ever ever be afraid to tell me what you think or reach out! I'll always be here, happy to give you an answer. Thank you so much! ♥

#fei loves to reply #so feel free to ask anytime you want #sugar #writing #fic writing

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blingblandfanfic · 5 months

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He aint heavy deleted scene

i couldn't decided whether to make chapter 22 Dio or Hermes' pov, and i eventually settled on Hermes, but here's Dio's pov if you still want to read it! Hermes' pov can be read here

Hermes sighs, rubbing his face as he looks at Dio, probably thinking about how much he regrets taking him in, he bets. He keeps his arms crossed, analyzing the wood grain as he kicks the leg of the table. It feels good to move, to take out his anxiety on something when a tongue lashing is imminent. Maybe a real lashing. He doesn’t know. He’s only known Hermes for like, a year.

“So,” Hermes says, when he feels that Dio has squirmed long enough, “you snuck out to drink, huh? I gotta be honest, I didn't expect that behavior for a few more years.”

It’s a joke, and Dio takes it, smirking as he continues to kick at the leg. There’s a cup of water on the table, and he likes seeing how it ripples.

“Last night wasn’t even the first time you snuck out, huh?” Hermes sighs.

“You’re such a heavy sleeper, dude. Like, it’s almost impressive. One time I made myself popcorn at midnight and you didn’t even stir.”

Hermes makes a face like he’s suppressing a smile, and he’s not happy about it, “have you been drinking, every time you’ve been out?”

Dio stays quiet. He just feels like shit. He wants Hermes to get to the point.

“Do you know how bad drinking is for kids?” Dio can’t help but roll his eyes.

“Oh my god, yeah, it’s bad for your development, you’re gonna become an addict when you grow up, whatever, I've heard it all before.”

“This isn’t a fucking joke, Dio!” Hermes snaps, and Dio jumps at the sudden volume, his heart stuttering, “even if you stopped now your life could be affected forever– god, not even getting into brain development, you’re wandering around the city of Athens drunk by yourself! Not even adults feel safe doing that! Do you have any idea the kind of risk you’re taking, every night, just to get drunk?”

He hunches his shoulders, his face flushing. Hermes is so overreacting, he was fine. He’d always stuck to the touristy places, he knew not to talk to strangers, he’s not a child.

He stays quiet as Hermes looks at him, not wanting to satisfy him with an answer. Not even knowing what to say.

Hermes sighs, letting his hand fall on the table, “how long have you been drinking?”

Dio shrugs.

“Since you moved in with Dad?”

He can’t help but look up at hermes in surprise, but he quickly catches himself, looking away.

Hermes smiles, but it’s sad, “it’s easy to drink with dad, isn’t it? He’s so damn careless, he just leaves out his drinks everywhere. He even asks you to bring him a drink, and he never comments on it when you grab two.”

Dio stares at Hermes with wide eyes.

Hermes lets out a huff of air that could be a laugh “yeah, I know what it’s like. I never really got into drinking. Just wasn’t my scene. I’ve seen our other siblings fall into it, though. You should’ve seen Apollo when he was a teen, oof.”

Apollo. One of his siblings. He’s still not exactly sure how many of them he has. It’s not like he’s met any other than Hermes. They don’t give a shit about him.

Still, he can’t help but desperately want to hear more about him.

“You know, Apollo and Artemis, they were also like you. Their Mom also died. Hera dumped her in the middle of nowhere when she promised to give her a ride to the hospital.”

“Oh,” Dio breathes. His stepmom never liked him that much. He’s still stunned that she would do something like that.

“Yeah. Hera swears up and down she thought that she had her phone with her, but it doesn’t even matter what the truth is, the result was the same,” Hermes sighs, “when they found out, Artemis just withdrew in herself, stayed out of the house as much as possible, but Apollo,” Hermes shrugs, “he basically did the same as you. I remember once he told me that it was because drinking was the only thing that made him feel okay. Made him able to stand Hera’s presence.”

That’s… almost like him.

“And, you know, after a while, he couldn’t not drink. He’d get sick when he couldn’t. Get all shaky, and nauseous. Sometimes he hallucinated.”

His heart pounded in his ears, matching the pounding in his head.

“... I thought there was something wrong with me,” Dio breathes. He’d thought that he was crazy, that he had some sort of undiscovered disease that could only be fixed with alcohol. That he’d be sent off to a psych ward the moment he breathed a word. “What– what happened to him?”

“He’s doing pretty good for himself, right now,” Dio lets out a slow breath, tension that he hadn’t even noticed receding almost immediately, “don’t get me wrong, it got pretty bad for him. He got into some other stuff, and he had to hit rock bottom to realize that he needed to change. He quit everything, got sober, and now he’s a doctor. Or a musician? Man, he’s changed his career so many times I can't keep track. The point is, he’s happy. I think he’s like, fifteen years sober now.”

“Wow,” Dio murmurs, “and he didn’t, like– he got better?” whenever he tried to quit, he thought he was dying. No, he didn’t think it. He knew he was. He needed to drink. How could anyone get better?

Hermes blinks, “what do you mean?”

Dio shrugs, feeling deeply uncomfortable, “... I get sick when I don't drink. Like, really, really sick. I thought I was dying,” his eyes sting with tears and Hermes leans forwards, something like concern in his expression.

“No, no, no, no, I promise, Dio, you’re not. It’s just withdrawal. Your body’s become dependent on drinking to function, so when alcohol is taken away, there’s an adjustment period. Withdrawal absolutely sucks, but you get through to the other side, okay?”

“Okay,” Dio mumbles.

Hermes sighs, “how much have you been drinking?”

“Not as much recently.”

“Before you moved in with me?”

Dio shrugs, “I would like… pretty much everything I drank was a drink of some kind.”

“Okay,” Hermes sighs, “and now?”

“Like, I dunno. It depended on what I had. At least a few every day.”

“Okay,” Hermes rubs his face, “we got some options for what to do, here. You obviously can’t keep drinking–”

Dio’s scowls.

“Dio,” Hermes sighs, “did you not listen to me talk about all the dangers?”

“Half the dangers would be cut if you gave me alcohol,” he mumbles, shrugging his shoulders.

“I’m obviously not gonna do that.”

“Whatever,” Dio shrugs, “I'm gonna move back in with Dad soon, anyway, so what do you care? I’ll just start drinking again.”

“You think I'm gonna let you move back in with Dad?” Dio blinks, snapping his head to look at Hermes. There’s no sign of a joke on his face.

“what?

“Letting kids drink is child abuse. Child neglect, at the very least. They won’t let you go back, even if Dad wins the case.”

Child neglect? It’s really not that serious… right?

“… won’t I… go to foster care?” he mumbles. That’s always what he figured, if dad lost the case. Hermes wouldn’t want to deal with him full time.

“Not when you have a willing guardian, sitting right here,” Hermes smiles, but Dio’s face feels paralyzed.

“… oh,” for so long, he’d been working on the assumption that he wouldn’t be staying here. That it was all temporary, as everything has been since Mom died. It’s trippy as hell to suddenly have to consider like, staying here. Permanently. There’s no way.

“Yeah. And since letting you drink isn’t an option, we need to figure out the best way to help you stop.”

If he stays here, he’ll have to stop drinking, and the thought is so horrible he can’t help the way his face crumples,“why? Why do I have to stop?”

“Dio–”

“It’s the only thing that makes me feel better! I can’t– I can't breathe when I don't drink, I can't do anything because I just feel so– empty. Drinking makes it go away, Hermes, I need to drink.”

“That’s grief, bud,” Hermes sighs, “it’s the– worst feeling in the world. It’s so tempting to just take something to make it go away, huh?”

Dio nods frantically, wiping away tears.

“That doesn’t work, though. Drinking to avoid feeling it is, like,” he waves his hand, “like ignoring a wound. It feels like it’s helping, it’s nice to pretend that it isn’t there, but it is, and it’s not gonna get any better, not until you deal with it.”

Dio’s tears are now coming so fast that wiping them away is futile, “but I don't know how.”

“I can help you, Dio, there’s people who can help. You have to do all the heavy lifting yourself, but there’s people who can give you the tools. Give it time, and work, and sometime in the future, it’ll start feeling like you can breathe again. But the first step is to stop drinking.”

He can’t stop himself, and he covers his face as he lets out a little sob. He wants a hug, but he doesn’t want hermes. He wants his mom. He wants to go back to before all this. Before he started drinking. Before any of this ever happened.

Hermes stays where he is, and eventually, Dio manages to get himself under control. He has to spend a good minute breathing, before he can finally bring himself to ask, “what are the options?”

Hermes lets out a big, almost relieved sigh, “the first one is, you can go to rehab– it’s not like how it is in the media!” Hermes hastily says at Dio’s expression, “Apollo went, he can tell you what it’s like, if you want? You’d be there for about a month, but they can give you great tools to help you deal with your grief, and they can help you through the withdrawals. There’ll be lots of people there in the same position as you who understand what it’s like as well.”

He… kind of likes the idea of meeting Apollo, but he’ll probably hate him, so maybe not. He doesn’t like the idea of another change. Staying in another place, with people he doesn’t know. What if at the end, Hermes just doesn’t pick him up? What would they do with him then?

Dio crosses his arms, “what’s the other option?”

Hermes sighs, “I guess… the other option is that you try to stop by yourself. Quitting instantly is dangerous, so we’d have to wean you off onto lighter drinks to make the withdrawal less intense. I’ll find you a therapist as well, and they can help you with it.”

Dio nods, “I like that one a lot more.” he’d get to stay here, at least.

Hermes frowns, “the downsides are that you have a lot more opportunity to relapse–” Dio blinks at the strange word, “slip back into drinking. You know how to sneak out, you know that I'm a heavy sleeper. It’ll be way too easy for you. There won’t be anyone else who gets it, either. You’ll just have me, a therapist, and maybe Apollo, if he’s up for it.”

“I want to do that one,” Dio insists, and Hermes sighs.

“Okay. but– Dio, you only get a certain amount of chances, okay? If you relapse too many times, then that means it’s not working, and that we need to try rehab, okay?”

“Okay,” Dio mumbles. Would he be able to keep himself from relapsing? Already, all he wants is another drink, so he doesn’t feel hungover anymore. How will he feel in a few days?

“Okay,” Hermes sighs, “I love you, kid.”

Dio blinks, “you haven’t even known me for more than a year.”

“And I still love you. Crazy how that works, huh?”

Dio looks down at his lap, his face feeling hot. Hermes is lying, obviously, you can’t love someone that fast, but–

It’s still really nice to hear it.

“You don’t need to say it back, or anything. Just know that I got your back, no matter what, okay? I’m gonna help you with this.”

“Okay,” Dio sighs, “I'm really tired.”

“Yeah,” Hermes huffs, “you’re probably overdue a nap, huh? C’mon, let's see if they’re done talking.”

Right, Hypnos is going through his own talk with his older brother. He hopes he’s okay. He wordlessly follows him out of the room, almost wanting to loop his arm through Hermes’ arm, just like how he did with mom.

He doesn’t. He’s too tired for any of that.

#long fic #hades game #dionysus #hermes #deleted scene

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lesbiantesttube · 3 months

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its strange that i suddenly feel like a real person now. Its like, i dont know, like 21 years was leading up to this moment, like i'm actually, finally being born, or something. or maybe it's selfish for me to think that when it was a memorial for my dead sister that marked the turning point? idk. I know she was there man. like i personally have uncertain and random beliefs but whatever it was she was literally there, somehow, and like i dont think theres any way i can explain how she was there, textually, but whatever, i'm mostly making this post for myself, i Don't expect anyone to be able to read my mind on this, its just idk. We were all there in a circle and you know, of course mom wasn't there. we wanted her there, but even though our sister died young in a very unjust way, mom can't bother to care enough. which, you know, typical, but that's a little scary. i mean what if i went through with some of the plans i had as a teenager? would it be the same way? would it change or impact nothing? or you know, like, maybe it wouldn't impact Mom, but it would impact everyone else, i guess. like our sister did for us just now. like honest to god just. perfect circle of chairs. one empty one for mom- maybe our sister took it up?- and there were the florida songbirds singing and the sun was warm and bright but not blistering and i heard fish in the lake and saw a vulture in the sky and there were bees buzzing and i heard some kind of animal rustling in the bushes and we sat there and talked about her and it's like. i don't know how to even begin to properly put that scene into words. it felt the most right it could ever possibly have been. Like all of a sudden our imperfect, messy, gross family has this moment of like, "this is right. this is what's supposed to be happening." and like yea. she loved the florida wildlife. she loved every bit of it. and the plants too. there were, somehow, just by chance, these flowers I (and only I) associate with her, that I've never told anyone i associate with her, growing in a corner of the yard at that rental, and i saw them and i didn't know what to fucking say, so i didn't say anything. it'll be my secret i guess. i think we all had our individual moments with her while we were there. and then you know like we all sat around a fire getting drunk and high and we sang and laughed and burned her rose and stared up at the sky holding hands and yea i know this sounds cheesy and goofy and stupid as all fuck but whatever i mean we did that and it felt real. like i honest to god know we sent her out there. she's with the stars now or something or maybe she's a rabbit now or a salmon or a termite or who fuckin knows maybe she's still goofing around messing with people but point is that something happened there. i dont know. this is long as fuck. this is so much text. sorry man. if anyone actually reads this to the end: that's crazy. not in a good or bad way just you know. i feel like im gonna explode if i dont write this out somewhere, so thats the whole reason this post exists. i might delete this later, or i might not. maybe i want to keep this assigned to my internet presence. like. here i am! i can't hide behind a computer anymore. i'm real

#PERSONAL!!! only read ifyou really want to IDK

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