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juriansgeneralgoods · 2 years

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I don't mean this in a mean way, I'm just thinking out loud here. but my problem with e/r*el in the Az bonus chapter isn't that Az is being creepy or toxic for being horny for woman who wants to have sex with him too. like he's a grown man and he's allowed to want sex. he's even allowed to want sex that would be a tremendously bad idea so long as the other person is a willing adult. (plus you know we stan wanting to make a woman come on your face. zero problems there.) I even think he's allowed to be a bit of a brat when a third party intervenes and tells him, an adult man, that he can't have a woman come on his face. that's all pretty understandable to me.

my issue is that I just don't find the whole "I want you but I'm unworthy of your touch for I'm a bad, bad man" shtick he's got going on internally in regards to Elain particularly romantic. like that is not a relationship dynamic I don't enjoy. he straight up says that he feels like he's tainting her by touching her, and like, I'm not angry at Az for feeling that way, dude clearly has some self-esteem issues, but it isn't something I find romantic. it's not a dynamic I enjoy. sympathetic or not, it does put the other person on a pedestal they can never live up to. that's not love to me. that's a recipe for a bad relationship where Az will always have this baggage of "oh I don't deserve you" and every time they have problems because Elain is not the perfect person Az sees her as and she shouldn't have to be, it's going to eat away at his self worth because he will continually see himself as the problem. it won't be that they're two people having an argument. it will be a reflection of how Az ruined her. Elain merely accepting and loving him will not be enough to fix that he currently sees her as better than him.

also while I find it understandable that he's being a brat with Rhys, nothing he's saying particularly makes me think he's in love with Elain either. honestly the whole thing reads like he's just lonely and lashing out. when Rhys asks about Mor, I think that's supposed to be read as a clear indication that Az talking about how "no this woman is actually my mate! I know she is!" is just something Az does when he's infatuated with a woman. the fact that he's ignoring the potential of war and losing political alliances in favor of his boner doesn't strike me as the pinnacle of romance either. again he's allowed to be horny, but the fact that he didn't have an answer for what he's going to do with the fallout of getting with Elain speaks volumes to his mental state about her. that even his internal monologue was like "I hadn't gotten that far" when he spent a year planning for a snowball fight is pretty meaningful.

idk, we can argue until the cows come home about how Rhys is a huge hypocrite for telling Az to steer clear of Elain when his relationship with Feyre ended up with Tamlin siding with Hybern, but those two things are really apples and oranges. Feyre's physical and emotional health was in danger. she had been locked up somewhere she didn't want to be, and someone needed to get her out of there. Elain is not in any type of danger from Lucien. he shows up once a year for Feyre's birthday and fantasy Christmas and barely speaks to Elain while he's there because he respects the boundaries she has put up. if Elain doesn't want Lucien, she can just reject the bond between them, which Lucien would be fine with and then nobody would really have a reason for her not to be with Az, but she doesn't. and we haven't gotten her perspective so she's narratively stuck in this holding pattern between the two men where we don't know if she's going to reject Lucien and be with Az or if there's something more going on in her head in regards to why she isn't rejecting Lucien because there's plenty going on in ACOWAR that suggests she might feel more complicated emotions towards Lucien than just "ew get this man away from me."

and like none of this is really anti-Az and it's definitely not anti-Elain. I think Az gets a bad wrap because there was clearly a major change in his relationship with Morrigan between MAF and WAR that makes him look worse than the author intended him to look and that him acting like a sullen teenager with Rhys in the bonus chapter was definitely a low point that even Az can seem to tell he's out of line for. all that said, I don't think he's in love with Elain. I think he's lonely and attracted to her, and he's not really a person who can differentiate between those two things. before the scene with the necklace, he even says as much that he's so envious of what Rhys and Cassian have. furthermore, in order for Elain and Az to even remotely have a chance of working out, he would have to do a lot of work on how he sees himself and how he sees her in a way that doesn't just require Elain accepting his darkness. he would have to actively recognize her as an imperfect person, and we are just clearly just not there yet as of the bonus chapter.

#im just saying az is clearly a water sign so we have to take all his declarations of love with a grain of salt #and like me too man but i also know i was not really in love with [insert anyone who has ever been nice to me here]#(im kidding im kidding)#anti e/riel #🗡️

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never-mess-with-the-uchihas · 3 years

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Sakura was just a pathetic bitch who broke her friendship with Ino, over an emo Boy, who didn't even know of her existence.

She fell for Sasuke, just because he was handsome.

I can understand Naruto being after Sasuke because he was an orphan too, but Sakura's obsession with Sasuke just doesn't make sense, She never went through trauma like Naruto and Sasuke did, How can she even claim that she loves him.

How can people stan her even after she did all that?

Yes, Breaking off her friendship with Ino was absolutely wrong, even though the reason was not actually an "emo boy". But I hope you know that, She did that even before joining Team 7. And she used to be an inconsiderate brat back then. Even though I love her, I never deny that.

But Her joining in Team 7 taught her the true meaning of friendship, loving someone, caring for them, the desire to protect them and being completely selfless for them. Team 7 changed her too, just the way it changed Sasuke and Naruto.

You hating her for something she did as a little kid, EVEN BEFORE the SERIES ACTUALLY STARTED and denying her character growth throughout the series, is just completely unfair.

I love Sasuke more than any other character in Naruto, but still I find it really funny that you are giving Sasuke a free pass for plunging a Chidori through his best friend's chest, just because he was growing more powerful than him, but at the same time, you find Sakura a "Pathetic Bitch" for breaking her friendship with Ino, and calling her a rival.

What is worse?

This ?

Or This?

I just did this, to show you your absolute hypocrisy whenever it comes to Sakura Haruno.

I love Sasuke, but I won't deny that the actions he committed when he was in darkness were completely wrong, even he himself calls them as sins.

And Honestly, neither Sakura, nor Sasuke were right when they did these things, but they have redeemed themselves over years. And have suffered for those things that they did wrong. You deliberately choosing to forgive just one of them doesn't make the other one less worthy of it.

Also, Are you dumb? Sakura didn't fall for Sasuke because he was handsome, she started "crushing" on him because of that.

How does it matter what is the reason for someone to START CRUSHING ON SOMEONE?

What really matters is WHAT WAS THE REASON TO FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM.

And SASUKE UCHIHA IS MUCH MORE THAN JUST A HANDSOME FACE. And if you feel that Sasuke and Sakura never shared a bond, and that Sasuke never gave Sakura a reason to love him,

Then you should just go back and watch the series again.

You think you would go through intense training, where you need to break your bones for someone you just find handsome?

You think you will get yourself stabbed and willing to die, to find the whereabouts of someone you find handsome?

You think you will continue to love a person, over years, even though you two have to be away from eachother for years, for someone who is just a handsome hunk to you?

Sakura has been proposed by many men over years, if She wanted, she could have found another handsome guy, when Sasuke was missing for years, if her love was actually that shallow, as you claim.

Lol, And are you seriously saying that only Naruto's obsession with Sasuke is justifiable because he is an orphan?

So, Can you please tell me, where did you find this rule that only Orphans can love other orphans and only they have the right to having feelings for them, bond with them or empathize with them?

Who says that you need to physically experience a pain to understand someone else's pain and only then you can love them?

Do you think that IN REAL LIFE, traumatized people are only loved by other traumatized people?

Do you think traumatized people don't have anyone close to them who never went through a trauma?

You think all Naruto and Sasuke fans, who love them and cry with them, are either orphans or suffering from PTSD?

Honestly, Your arguments don't even make sense. If you would just sit back and ACTUALLY THINK about how stupid your reasons for hating her are, you will understand why there are people who love her.

#sakura haruno #pro sakura haruno #sasuke uchiha #sakura #sasuke #sasusaku #pro sasusaku #sakura uchiha #pro sakura uchiha #naruto uzumaki #haruno sakura #pro haruno sakura #uchiha sakura #uchiha sasuke

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allegra-writes · 4 years

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Adore you

Peter Parker x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, of course

The request:

More dom reader and subby pete pls!!! maybe something like a badass shield agent reader? and peter having a crush on her and there goes the smut? hope u like this idea, take ur time!!

I've been holding onto this for a couple of days now. I'm quite proud of how it turned out, I had to stop for air quite a few times as I wrote it so beware. This is my Christmas gift to you, consider me your Naughty Pagan Santa🔥

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"P-please" Peter's desperate plea broke the silence. His voice was hoarse, wrecked, no louder than a whisper and at first you weren't even sure he had spoken, but then he begged again, "Please, please!"

You were torturing him, breaking him, shattering him to dust and then putting him back together again, building him anew to your liking, and he wasn't sure how much more he would be able to take without losing his mind. He felt your smile against his hip bone and dared looking down, teary red rimmed eyes meeting yours, ablazed and alluring, every bit as beautiful as the first time he had seen them. He had lost himself in those eyes more times than he could count, and yet he could map them to micrometric precision, dozens of pictures on his phone dedicated solely to them, to their idiosyncrasies and nuances under different lighting.

He never thought he could have this, never thought he could have you: Y/n from biology. Agent 16, S.H.I.E.L.D. level 7. "I guess it's something we have in common," You had said, "we are both liars." Peter had wanted to argue that it wasn't the same thing, but it was hard to complain as you drove away from the angry mob of Mysterio stans you had saved him from. You had been fast, efficient, one quick drive to Manhattan, to the helipad of the ex-Avenger's tower (now property of S.H.I.E.L.D.) and before the day was over, you both were out of the city, out of the country, on that desert island just the two of you.

The feeling of your tongue, hot and wet on the v of his hips pulled him back into the present. You sucked a little pineapple cube, cold against his fevered skin, into your mouth, before chasing down the drop of juice the fruit had left behind with your tongue. Peter dug his fingers on the white, soft sand, searching in vain for purchase. He squirmed, a steady stream of 'pleasepleaseplease' falling from his lips, as you ate a piece of cantaloupe off his abs.

You were using his body as a plate, eating fresh fruit off it, a new torment to add to the long list of wicked, delicious ways you had been playing with him all afternoon. You had been pleasuring him for a couple of hours now, and he was delirious with it, overstimulated. He felt immaterial, disembodied, undone. He was soft clay under your hands, under your mouth, under your tongue. Your touch was the only thing shaping his reality, shaping him. So what if the whole world knew Peter Parker was Spider-Man? He wasn't either of them anymore. Here on this island, laying under you, he wasn't the next Tony Stark or the last Avenger; he was just 'baby boy', and 'tiger' and whatever else you choose to call him.

He was free.

He didn't have to save any body, because you had saved him, didn't have to decide anything cause you gave the orders. You could take care of him, all he had to do was surrender to you.

You crawled up his body, tiny slice of watermelon between your lips, and Peter immediately parted his, to let you glide it into his mouth. It tasted faintly of your strawberry lip balm, making his head dizzy with longing.

"Please" he croaked again, after swallowing the sweet, juicy fruit.

"What do you need baby boy?" You breathed, hot against his ear.

"To kiss you" he panted, "please, let me kiss you"

You complied, and he finally got to taste your soft, warm mouth. Strawberry lipstick and cherries and himself and he loved it, loved that sharp bitter tang on your palate. His fingers buried themselves in your hair, pulling you closer to taste it better. Only when you pulled away, giggling a little maliciously, did he realize his mistake.

"Bad, bad boy" You leaned back, disentangling from his fingers, sitting up and away from him.

He paled,

"No, please, I'll do anything" He moved to get up too, but caught himself at the last second, your disapproving glare all that was needed to halt his movements. You smiled to yourself, he truly was insatiable. After coming so many times that afternoon, he still looked heartbroken at the prospect of this little game of yours ending. With his big brown eyes full of tears and bottom lip wobbling slightly, he was just too God damn adorable, and you… well, unlike him you were only human.

But he still needed to be punished.

"You like what we do, baby boy?" You inquired, sitting back down, straddling him, pressing yourself against him, only the thin fabric of your bikini bottoms separating your core from his gorgeous, naked cock. "You like the way we play?"

He nodded frantically as you started to rock on top of him, tearing a moan from his lips.

"Do you like the things I do to you?"

"Yes, ma'am" he groaned. You ranked your fingernails down his chest, down his stomach.

"Do you like it when I touch you?"

"Yes! Oh god…"

You reached back, untying the scarf you had turned into a bandeau. Peters hands twitched, but he kept them by his sides.

"Do you like looking at me?"

"God, yes!" He cried, as you rubbed yourself down on him harder, faster, "I love it, love watching you! I - I love.."

You stopped moving, making Peter whine loudly, fists hitting the sand like a little boy throwing a tantrum.

"Do you want to touch me?"

"Yes! Please, please ma'am, please let me touch you…"

How could you ever say no to that? You nodded your permission and chucked as Peter's hands went straight to your breasts.

"Can I…" Peter hesitated, not wanting to push his luck. But judging by the way your head lolled back, you seemed to be enjoying his touch, and that gave him courage. "Can I put my mouth on you, ma'am?"

You smirked, looking down at him through half shut eyes,

"Such a greedy boy…" You scolded, but tugged him up to a sitting position anyway, capturing his lips again. The feeling of your nipples against the naked skin of his chest had him moaning into your mouth, and you swallowed it, devoured it, dominating the kiss as you were dominating him. Your hips started to move again, by their own volition, and his followed in kind, until you both were breathing hard. You broke the kiss, pulling at his soft curls, guiding his mouth to where you wanted it. He wasted no time at nibbling and sucking, rolling your nipples with the tip of his tongue, first one and then the other. He had a naturally talented tongue, and you couldn't wait to see what else he could do with it.

"I'm going to ride your face until I come" you were proud of how steady and commanding your voice was, "and then, I'm going to ride your cock until you come…"

His answering broken sob let you know he was ok with that idea.

"And then… then I'm going to keep on ridding you… gonna go on… and on… I'm not going to stop until you give me all your come…"

"Yes, oh my god yes!"

"Until it's gushing out of me…"

"Yesyesyes…" Peter was close, so so close. Between the rocking of your hips and your words, he was seconds away from bursting, and you knew it.

That's exactly why you stopped, and pushed him away from you, watching him fall back onto the sand. It was just for show, of course. He was way stronger than you and, if he wanted to, he could easily flip you, overpower you and have his way with you. That only made the adrenaline rush greater, knowing how powerful he really was, knowing he was giving up all that power willingly and placing it on your hands to do with it, with him, as you pleased.

To use him as you pleased.

...You had always loved big guns.

"I'm going to give you a choice now, tiger" You spoke over the cute little whimpers escaping his throat. He was so precious, so innocent, you almost felt bad for corrupting him like this. Almost. "I am going to do all the things I just promised, I won't stop you from coming again. And you can keep on touching me while I do those things to you… or you can keep on watching me, but not both"

He met your eyes and you could see the conflict behind his. He looked about ready to cry, fingers trembling where they rested on your thighs, brown orbs never leaving yours, imploring. You straddling his waist almost naked, free and unashamed under the clear summer sky, were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, he didn't want to give that up. But the thought of taking his hands away from your soft skin, from your lovely body, was almost physically painful.

"I-I can't" He stammered, a little pathetically but he was long past pride, "please, don't make me choose"

"Then I guess I'll have to choose for you"

You tried to pry his hands away, but he held on tighter.

"No! No, please, I wanna touch!"

You leaned over, taking your abandoned silk scarf from the sand, tying it around his head and over his eyes.

"But I wanna see you!" He complained petulantly. Such a brat… you were going to love breaking him.

"But you misbehaved, baby boy" You reminded him, "You touched me without permission, and now this is your punishment. I can't just let you off the hook now, can I? Can't let you think you can get away with anything…"

"But-"

"One more word" he felt your hand squeeze his balls softly, warningly, "and you'll regret it"

He snapped his mouth shut.

"Atta boy" You approved, rewarding him with a filthy open mouthed kiss before standing up. Peter didn't have time to protest before something, a piece of cloth hit him square in the face. He fisted it in his left hand, the wet patch letting him now right away it was your bikini bottoms. Peter pressed it to his nose, inhaling deeply.

"Dirty boy" you tsked from somewhere near his pelvis, startling him. He felt your warm breath against his cock right before he felt your searing tongue, placing one long lick from base to red, angry tip.

"F-FUCK!"

You laughed and then you were gone again, only to flick at his nipple a moment later, making him cry out. You kept on toying with him for a few minutes, a kiss here, a suck there, until finally, finally, he heard your knees hitting the sand at either side of his head as you slowly lowered yourself, hovering right above his mouth.

He ventured a lick, but you backed away. He gave chase, straining his neck, but you always raised yourself just enough for him to be unable to make contact, until he frustratedly grabbed a hold of your thighs, using his superior strength to force you down onto his face.

"Holy fuck!" This time, it was your turn to curse as his tongue made it straight into your soft, velvety insides, delving deep, crashing unexpectedly with something cool and sweet. He twirled his tongue around until he was able to take it into his mouth, moaning as he bit down onto it. You had buried a strawberry inside your pussy for him to find.

And you called him dirty.

He swallowed and thrusted his tongue inside you again. You were sweeter than the strawberry and he wondered idly if his Spider half had anything to do with it, if he could somehow taste your pheromones or something. Or if it was simply you, delicious and addictive all of your own.

You were making the most beautiful sounds, bucking your hips erratically, wave after wave of sugary nectar falling to his lips as his nose bumped against your clit with every one of your movements. And he was mad about it, mad about you, growling and moaning into your cunt. He couldn't possibly want you more than he did right then, cock so hard it hurt, pelvis grinding pitifully against nothing. But he wasn't important, this was all about you, about pleasing you, worshiping every inch of you. His amazon, his pagan goddess in a tropical paradise. Even back in Europe, hell, even way back in New York, all he had ever wanted was this: For you to let him adore you.

Peter had never understood the need to submit, what was about being tossed and ordered around that appealed so much to those men on the internet. Not until he met you.

Because from the moment he met you, he wanted to belong to you, to be your slave and follow your every command, fulfil your every need.

And now you were screaming, falling apart above him and he had done that, he was the one you were coming for. It made his head swim with pride and something else, something unnamed and powerful. He kept on lapping at your cunt, leisurely, slow like honey, until your legs stopped trembling.

You pushed his curls, slick with sweat, away from his forehead tenderly.

"Good boy," You cooed, "I'm so proud of you, you did so good"

A warm feeling spread out in Peter's chest at your words.

"Thank you, ma'am. Good enough for my punishment to be over?"

You laughed breathlessly as you pushed his hands away and stood up on slightly unstable legs.

"No, but nice try"

His pout was so cute you had to bend down and kiss it off his face.

"Pretty please?" He insisted, once he felt you straddling his thighs.

"Don't be difficult, baby. Don't you want to be good for me?"

"I d- OH" your hot hand around his shaft made him cry out, cutting his answer short. Had you known before a hand job was all it took to shut Peter Parker up… You would probably have done everything exactly the same, actually.

Peter's head was already trashing from side to side as your hand moved, deliberately slow. Up and down, up and down, up and down…

Up… up, up, guiding him into your tight, exquisite heat. He heard you moan as you buried his cock inside you to the hilt, pelvis kissing yours.

"You are… the best thing I've ever felt inside me"

He groaned his agreement, hands flying to your waist, as you started to move, started sliding up and down his cock steadily, imitating the same unhurried rhythm you used with your hand.

But your cunt felt so much better than your palm, all that wet, silky pressure over every lavish inch of him… up and down, up and down…

He felt you brace yourself on his abdomen, nails digging into firm flesh.

Up and down… up and down… Faster.

Faster…

"Peter… oh, god, you feel so good… So good between my legs"

And you felt like heaven, he wanted to tell you, but he was reduced to cries and sobs, to clutching and grabbing at your skin, fingertips eagerly searching any part of your body they could reach. You took one of his hands and lowered it until his thumb was right above your clit, your own fingers showing him how to rub just right to make pleasure explode inside your loins.

His eyes fluttered open underneath the blindfold. He didn't mean to, he truly didn't, he wanted to be good, he wanted to obey, but this? You riding him hard, coming from his cock and his fingers? It was a vision way too tempting to resist. He could see you clearly through the rainbow of silk threads, head thrown back in ecstasy, mouth open in a silent scream, little beads of sweat glimmering on your skin under the sun, sparkling almost as bright as the jewel colored water on the horizon behind you. And your cunt, juicy and red as the strawberries you favoured, stretched around his cock, taking it in over and over and over again, little contractions milking him, hungry for his come.

So he gave it to you, surging deep inside you, hips thrusting up to meet yours. You almost fell back, but he caught you in his arms just in time. Raising to a sitting position still buried inside you, he gathered you to his chest, the makeshift blindfold falling from his face.

"Hey…"

You smiled, a little drunkenly,

"Hey, stranger"

Closing your arms around his shoulders, you tucked your face into his neck. You were boneless, completely spent and sated, about to fall asleep, lulled by his soft caresses on your back, when you felt him start moving inside you again.

Definitely insatiable.

Tired and overstimulated, you tried to get up, get away but his arms, strong as steel around you held you to him, as he rocked beneath you, pubic bone smashing into your oversensitized clit with every drag. Pushing against his shoulder also proved completely useless, his hold on you only tightening, as he started fucking up into you harder.

You bit into his shoulder, making him groan.

"I think… think I like that punishment better…" He declared, grabbing your chin, holding you in place to kiss you, deep and dirty, only releasing your lips once your head was spinning, your lungs burning. You gasped for air.

"Naughty" You admonished, still struggling against him, albeit a little halfheartedly. He splayed one of his hands against your lower back, pressing you to him. The new pressure was delicious, the heat starting to build again, even if you didn't want it "You're so naughty"

He scraped his teeth softly on the hollow of your throat, only to sooth it with his tongue seconds later, his cock moving so deep you could feel it hit your cervix. You screamed, he was going to tear another orgasm out of you soon.

"Only holding you to your word" He whispered against your skin, making goosebumps erupt down your spine, "You promised not to stop… until I give you all my come"

To be continued...

PS: Let me know if you are reading this under the table during a horrible family reunion, I' love to bring you a little joy during these very difficult rimes... Love ya!!

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