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raayllum · 2 months

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Time to be wonderfully self indulgent and talk about a scene comparison I've wanted to for a hot second (while pointing very decidedly to This Post for posterity's sake).

So let's talk about the hostage exchanges for Callum and Rayla in 4x09 and 5x08, shall we?

First, let's look at the scene setup.

In 4x09, Rayla is very much the aggressor and pursuant, and the one who — initially — has more power. She has her sword up to Terry's throat, neither him nor Claudia have strong reason to think she wouldn't go through with it, and she explicitly threatens Terry's life precisely because of his importance to Claudia. This is similar as to why Finnegrin threatens Rayla (though there are differences, which we'll get to in a moment), so both elves start out as the aggressor in each scenario.

However, there is soon a shift. Callum's "deal" happens because he escalated violence against Finnegrin (the infamous punch), a tad more similarly perhaps to how Rayla is only threatening Terry because she believes Claudia and co. are a threat to the whole world. Now to be fair, Claudia is only threatening Rayla's parents because Rayla is threatening Terry, but we can assume she had the realization of their connection to Rayla a while ago and has been sitting on it just in case she needed leverage, given that she doesn't seem to need a second to consider. I also think we're inclined, typically within the show, to see the person offering up Options / a choice to make as the one who holds more power in the immediate situation (i.e. Karim's whole sun seed for Janai debacle) even if it may be 60-40 the way it is here.

Not a huge power imbalance, but enough that people are being pushed into corners, and that's exactly where Claudia and Finnegrin attempt to do, and arguably do more successfully, to Callum and Rayla respectively.

We've talked a fair bit about Claudia, so now I want to talk about Finnegrin, simply because he gets a whole episode of corner backing, and therefore there's more stages.

The first stage is Finnegrin attacking Callum as an individual — "Look at you: slave to your friends, your loyalties, your pride. I can give you your freedom though" — and it's the least effective, as Callum never budges or shows any real hints of budging even under torture. However, Callum's admission that he has indeed done dark magic before ("I did one spell. One. I had to, to save my friends") gives Finnegrin the tools he needs to create the next prong of his approach.

Stage two is attacking Callum through his friends, and is far more effective. This is why he sets the hand cutting challenge, and Callum buys into it, i.e. the idea that he has to choose, over the idea that Callum could conceivably offer up his own hand instead. This is not to say that he wouldn't — there's little doubt in my mind that Callum wouldn't have seriously considered if not outright done the chain spell up on deck if Rayla hadn't tried to intervene, since as Finnegrin correctly assesses, "They would do anything for you, so clearly you'll do anything for them" — just that his own hand didn't occur to Callum as an option the way it might've to someone like Rayla.

The third stage, of course, is the one that's most interesting to us, simply in how Callum's "hostage deal" differs from Rayla's in both its construction, their assumptions, and their responses.

Claudia: One thing I don't know though — if I threw the coins in the lava, would it release your spirits? Or would they be trapped in some kind of eternal burning agony? Let's trade. You let him go... and I'll give you the coins.

Finnegrin: The cave is for his protection. This way, he lures us a leviathan but doesn't get eaten. The one getting thrown into the sea serpent's hungry mouth is your elf girl.

Claudia's offered deal is different from Finnegrin's in a few ways.

1) Claudia's deal is explicitly stated in not just the text, but the scene itself ("Let's trade") meanwhile Finnegrin, unlike the two stages prior, does not offer Callum any notion of freedom this time around. Even though neither ends up being a fair deal regardless, the setup of said deal is different. Rayla is being legitimately offered; Callum is making a (desperate but understandable) assumption.

2) Exemplified in a drabble I wrote in which Finnegrin was bluffing, I think it's worth noting that the peril Rayla's parents were in was much more apparent. They were completely defenseless, Claudia was already holding them over the lava, and just one quick throw would be enough to potentially leave them in an "eternal burning agony" (which sounds worse than death by sea leviathan to me; at least that decidedly ends at one point). Rayla could see and hear all this. Callum, by contrast, did not see Rayla tied up, or in distress, and Finnegrin had no proof other than his word. That's not to say Callum was wrong to believe him — he'd just watched Finnegrin torture her, and Finnegrin was very much not bluffing in canon — but that normally Callum is a bit more skeptical and wants a bit more proof in regards to things, and this was a time where emotion really pushed him forward. The immediate consequences of however Rayla responded would be seen with her own eyes, where it's unlikely Callum would've even known precisely when Rayla had died/been eaten with any of his senses or knowledge; it's arguably the one 'mercy' that Finnegrin provided him.

3) And as stated, both Claudia and Finnegrin end up being disingenuous. It seems likely that Claudia always intended to trick Rayla, even if she'd let Terry go, given that while we don't see her slight of hand in general on screen, it doesn't seem like it would've been possible for her to take the coins back out again and switch them before tossing the pouch. That seems like a one and done type of thing earlier on. Finnegrin, of course, takes Callum to task for his assumption ("Oh my poor lad; that deal was no longer on the table") and given his choice to feed Rayla to the sea leviathan anyway, I don't think Finnegrin was ever telling Callum about his plans in order to get him to give up the info. I think it was just supposed to be a punishment, plain and simple, for the literal blow to his pride.

But now for the difference I think everyone clicked on this meta for, realistically, are the choices that Callum and Rayla made in response to the offered Deals.

When Rayla's parents lives are on the line, she considers, but ultimately refuses.

She does not partake in the deal. Rather, she escalates her own refusal of it by pushing Terry to his knees, says so outright — "I'm not making a deal with you!" — and looks up at Claudia, watching and waiting to see how she responds. Claudia as wholly tossed the coin pouch, and Rayla is seeing it arc down towards the lava, before she finally releases Terry to go and try to save her family.

Rayla does not fold the second her parents are verbally threatened, or when there is a possibility of getting them back. Despite her wanting to stop Claudia and Viren, the bigger issue is ultimately letting Claudia escape > actually keeping Terry away from her as an ally/helper. It is only when her parents will burn to death in front of her eyes that she relinquishes her stalemate in an attempt to save them.

You can argue that Rayla going back on her refusal means she made the same choice as Callum in 5x08, and that's fine; it's your prerogative, it's your interpretation, it's cool beans.

However, that doesn't ignore the character beat that Rayla at least refuses upon the first possibility of a threat. Claudia directly threatens three of Rayla's loved ones, and Rayla doesn't budge and verbally/physically refuses to give Claudia what she wants.

And Callum does the same with Finnegrin under torture... until Finnegrin threatens Rayla. The second Callum realizes that Rayla is in danger, that she will or might be killed, Callum folds.

The parallel response here would've been Rayla letting go of Terry the second that Claudia said she might throw the coins into the lava, but Rayla doesn't. And Callum does, even though as he said earlier ("I'm not going to help you murder the Archdragon of the Ocean") this makes him complicit in murder.

And this is where Callum's assumption really bites him in the ass, because he assumes that Finnegrin is still operating under the terms of their previous deal ("Told me something I wanted and now she's free as a bird") even though Callum isn't asking for his freedom, but Rayla's. But Finnegrin's pride is wounded — this was always meant to be a straight up punishment, not enough form of coercion — the wick of his anger lit, so it makes no difference.

Rayla refuses Claudia's deal when thinking it existed, only to find out it didn't. Callum agrees to Finnegrin's deal only to find it out it no longer exists. He gave Finnegrin what the pirate wanted and it isn't even going to save the person he gave it up for.

Both failed exchanges — or in Rayla's case, a failed rescue — end in defeat and devastation: Rayla sobbing and letting out a scream of anguished frustration, and Callum laying on the floor in despair, totally sideways from how much he's pulling at his chains.

I don't think I have to say much else as these scenes and comparisons basically speak for themselves. Neither choice these two make is necessarily the right or wrong choice — for Rayla, her inability to put what she wants first could've resulted in her parents' deaths and has caused herself and others a lot of suffering; for Callum, he understandably wanted to protect a loved one at all cost, even if that left him exploitable and unsuccessful amid Finnegrin's ire, and gave the pirate a dangerous piece of information.

However, I do think that although Callum's choice spells an ominous future (and that Rayla's foreshadows the uncertainty of what she may do when Callum is, inevitably, possessed again, and their futures collide), it's worth examining it as his biggest, more positive difference from Viren, and that's what my next post will be about — so stay tuned if you like.

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cor-ardens-archive · 2 years

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Marianne Noble, The Masochistic Pleasures of Sentimental Literature

#all the space between them is present #Marianne Noble #Emily Dickinson #m. lit.#every separation is a link

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infinitesofnought · 1 year

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Freud shifted his position, as we all know, with regard to trauma, he shifted his position in a way which is, strangely enough, parallel to the shift in Einstein's theory of relativity, the shift from special to general theory of relativity. This shift in theory of relativity concerns the reference to the curved space, curvature of space. As most of us, I hope, know, for Einstein, first, in a first approach, it was the presence of the density of matter, of stuff, which curved the space. Space was originally perceived as empty space, abstractly, was symmetrical, non-curved, then the presence of stuff curves it. But then, in a second step, Einstein accomplished a wonderful reversal. He just turned the terms around. It was not the presence of matter, of stuff, which curves the space, it was, on the contrary, the curvature of the space which was primordial. And what we perceive as matter is just kind of a reified, fetishist misperception of a purely formal curvature of the space. And I claim it's exactly like this in the psychoanalytic notion of trauma. In a first approach Freud imagined trauma as some kind of dense, raw presence, presence of some real which brutally intrudes into our symbolic space and curves it. Quite literally. Let's imagine that I have my well-balanced symbolic space, then something traumatic happens to me: I'm raped, I witness a terrifying event, I'm tortured, whatever. And because of the traumatic impact of this event my symbolic space gets curved...

...The primordial fact is not some brutal intrusion of the real, of a traumatic real. The primordial fact, and also the primordial real, is a purely formal imbalance. The symbolic space is curved, it's cut across by antagonism, imbalanced, and so on, and to account for this you need reference to some real...

...Crucial, philosophically, is this, let's call it pure formalism. And against the reproach that we are dealing here with some kind of idealism - isn't matter in its positive, inert presence, primordial? - I think that we should reject this reproach and precisely insist on this notion of…how should I call it?…purely formal materialism. Materialism as materialism of the difference. The minimal feature of materialism being that there is a pure difference. That there is a crack, an antagonism within the order of the One. That the primordial fact is pure self-difference. I'm very precise here. Self-difference, and not any kind of this mythological polar opposites, feminine-masculine, light-darkness, yin-yang, and so on. I think that here radical materialism should be even critical towards Deleuze, Gilles Deleuze, who likes to assert some kind of primordial multitude, as the ultimate ontological fact. From the radical perspective that I'm advocating, multitude already is an effect of the inconsistency of The One with itself, of the fact that The One cannot coincide with itself. Or, to put it in a slightly different way, we do not have some primordial polarity, like masculine-feminine, light-darkness, and then we can play all these New Age, agnostic games of how in our era, we put too much accent on one pole, and we have to reestablish the balance, like we are too rational, masculine, let's put more accent on the feminine, emotional side, whatever…No, it's more radical! It's as if, as Lacan puts it, the binary signifier is primordially repressed, which means, the second element is always missing, and this lack of the counterpoint - we have one, but we don't have the accompanying other - and this original imbalance then sets in motion the generation of multiplicity...

...I think a truly radical utopia is not an exercise in free imagination. Like, you sit down, don't have anything wiser to do than to imagine possible ideal worlds. It's something that you do literally as out of an inner urge. You have to invent something new when you cannot do it otherwise. True utopia for me is not a matter of the future, it's something to be immediately enacted, when there is no other way. Utopia in this sense simply means: do what appears, within the given symbolic coordinates, as impossible.

#immanent transcendence #every separation is a link #slavoj zizek

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qiinamii · 8 months

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old men's little guys

#again they're separate tweets in the linked words! the first pic is older #got a buncha whoopsies in the 2nd pic so this is the revised one LMAO i give u the tumblr priviledge #ive been playing HSR since release day would you believe me that the standard banner gave me every 5* charas except yanqing #and bronya like i s2g if it gives me bronya or Not yanqing b4 i can hit its 300 pull. i will sue yanqing personally idc if hes 14 /lh #old long-life grandpas with their boys whos either unsatisfied or doesnt know how to accept gifts pick a struggle #qiiarts #zhongli #jing yuan #yanqing #xiao #lumine #sword choices were hard SKDJFHSDF #genshin impact #honkai star rail #stelle

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coquelicoq · 1 year

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if you're wondering what the big deal is about the louis-philippe sentence in les misérables, it is, in the original french, 760 words long. the subject of the sentence doesn't appear until 95% of the way through, at word #711; the main verb is word #712. the sentence contains 91 commas and 49 semicolons and is almost entirely a list of laudatory adjectival phrases describing the erstwhile king of france. this is perhaps especially notable because les mis is, shall we say, not known for being particularly gung-ho about the monarchy.

this sentence copied and pasted into Word takes up more than one page single-spaced. in the 1800-page folio classique edition, it is fully two and a half of those 1800 pages. that means that les mis is 0.14% this single sentence. more of les mis is made up of this sentence than earth's atmosphere is made up of carbon dioxide (0.04%). if the page count of les mis stayed the same but every sentence was the length of this one, les mis would consist of only 720 sentences total.

incidentally, guess who named hugo a peer of france 17 years before the publication of les mis?

#he also goes on for another six pages after this but by then he has remembered the existence of the full stop #the endnotes say that hugo 'se devait de faire [ce portrait] aussi favorable que possible à la personnalité de l'homme #qui avait favorisé sa carrière' (had to make this portrait as favorable as possible to the character of the man who had favored his career)#in fairness to hugo it's not like louis-philippe was alive to read this. so he wasn't just sucking up to get something out of it #he says at the end of the chapter that this description is 'entirely disinterested'. which like on the one hand i get #bc like i said louis-philippe was not in power and reading this. but otoh victor 'ancien pair de france' hugo u r not exactly unbiased. lol #les mis #lm 4.1.3 #i just looked up the english translation and gasp! hapgood turned it into four separate sentences!!!!#so i think y'all who are reading it via les mis letters (which uses hapgood i think?) are gonna miss out on the full experience :/#my posts #linked to #syntax #idk if i got this across but the worst part is that the subject of the sentence - the beginning of the independent clause -#doesn't occur until the very end. so for the first 95% of the sentence you're just waiting for the bass to drop!!!#like reading it out loud you have to raise your pitch at the end of every dependent clause because you haven't gotten to the subject yet #AND THERE ARE SO MANY CLAUSES!! 49 SEMICOLONS PEOPLE!!! FORTY-NINE!!!!#victor hugo would be TERRIBLE as a hype man. he would take so long that the crowd would tear him to pieces with their fingernails #before louis-philippe could come out on stage. and then they'd be so mad at louis-philippe for inspiring him that they'd tear LP apart too #actually i think i'm using hype man wrong. i'm thinking of the guy that gets the crowd hyped up for the main guy before the main guy #makes an appearance. a hype man is the guy who makes interjections during a song. victor hugo would be bad at both of these #like just imagine the announcer at the beginning of a basketball game. and now...your starting lineup...at power forward...#and then he just says the 760-word louis-philippe sentence.#dead. murdered at the hands of the fans. microphone shoved down his trachea.

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starryluminary · 1 year

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♪ Jump Then Fall ♪

Taylor Swift

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This was so impulsive. I only wanted to make one comic strip post for one kiss but my imagination went wild. So wild in fact I might start stitching the WT kisses into a cohesive narrative. You guys don’t mind that right

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uncanny-tranny · 2 months

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I love seeing those "Top Ten Secretly LGBT Figures YOU Didn't Know Were LGBT" types of historical-themed posts or articles. Clearly they've never met a young LGBT person - they would name figures you've never even heard of, let alone knouwn they were LGBT.

#queer #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbt meme #i would spend HOURS pouring over wiki sites and snippets of news articles and books and comics just for a SMIDGE of finding trans man rep #you could log into my laptop and open wikipedia for Notable Trans People and every single link would be purple #i know those articles are made for a cishet-first audience but to me it highlights...#...that you could theoretically never know a Big Figure was lgbt...#...unless of course you share community (being lgbt/other demographics you share with that figure)...#...like i'm not saying that there's this Inherent Difference that Irreparably separates lgbt people from cishet people but like...#...it really can remind you if you grew up not seeing Anybody like you of why it was that you felt that way

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raayllum · 2 months

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will just say my official wish for the future season possession fight is for callum and rayla to both wound and subsequently give each other literal permanent scars thank you goodnight

#rayllum #caylangst #i need you to kill me #every separation is a link #s6 speculation #wishlist #mine #tdp #the dragon prince

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erinsintra · 2 months

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i love this person and i agree with everything they say

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unhinged-nymph · 1 year

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Link Neal as seen in this IG reel.

#I’m not saying this was a swinger trip #but especially after Rhett saying they went on a couples retreat…#like link you went on two separate trips with another couple?#that’s soooo sus my dude #idkkkkkk #the math is mathing #link neal #rhett and link #rhink #the poly allegations get stronger every day #something about the photo on the left is making me foam at the mouth

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sunwarmed-ash · 4 months

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Sinful Sunday Preview

Separation Anxiety-Voters Choice

Man that was a CLOSE race, separation anxiety won by one vote! (Maybe 2, idk %'s are not my strong suit)

The fic itself has a lot of angsty parksborn interactions, so here’s a little bittersweet, spicy piece I think y’all will enjoy :D

Thanks again for voting!

Rating: Explicit 🔞😈🔥

Tags: parksborn smut, consensual domination, web bondage, cumming untouched, harry has a degradation kink, and a praise kink, slut kink, Andrew!Peter, Dane!Harry, top!Peter, bottom!Harry, TASM2

Let’s go back to the beginning one more time…

Earth-120703 (Webb Universe) Queens. May 2014

If you think you know everything that happened between Peter and Harry, you're wrong….

‘Complicated�� doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface.

“So. Gwen.”

Peter’s heart moved painfully in his chest at her name on his lips. Fuck, there was so much to unpack there.

“What about her?

“That whole thing still, ‘complicated?’”

Peter frowns before opening and taking an equal pull off the lip of his bottle. Complicated was a word for it alright. He lets out a resigned sigh. It’s not complicated. Its over. He’s fucked up with her too many times. He just can’t seem to figure out what he wants. She knows what she wants.

“More like, not gonna happen again even if I want it to,” he mutters, hating how much truth there is behind those words.

“Well good, because then I don't feel guilty doing this.”

Before Peter could even start to think of a response Harry is closing the distance between them with a hard press of his lips. Peter startles in his sudden, strong grasp, but it's equally as grounding as Harry moves his lips expertly against Peter’s.

It’s not long before Peter’s kissing back with equal force. He’s had a crush on Harry since he was 8 years old, and he was pretty sure the same went for Harry. Even if they absolutely never talked about it. Talking wasn't really their strong suit. They learned early on they responded better physically.

They kissed like they were making up for lost time, which in a lot of ways they were. Their traumatic childhoods, abusive fathers, school transfers, and other relationships had gotten in the way every time. But not now. Now it was just him and Harry, all alone in his penthouse suite.

Why was he here again?

Peter is the one directing things now, ignoring everything but the man in his arms.

Harry begins to paw against the raised edges of his suit, determined to get it off and Peter chuckles. He lifts Harry up and helps his legs around Peter’s hips so he can continue his ministrations.

By the time they crossed the threshold of the bedroom Peter could find in his sleep, Harry’s clothes were open and moments from falling off. Meanwhile, Peter was still very much in his suit.

Harry huffs in genuine frustration, poking at the reinforced material in annoyance.

“I no longer like the suit.”

Peter laughs genuinely before reaching under a small flap at the left side of his neck. From there he exposes a small zipper-pull that he drags down fluidly. The remainder of the suit falls down at his feet.

“Better?” He asks.

Harry didn't even try to hide his obvious ogling.

“Much.”

“Good,” Peter grins, returning his attention to Harry’s neck, sucking hickies into the unscaled side. It draws needy whimpers from the heir under him in no time. It makes Peter chuckle. Yeah, sure Harry might have known Peter’s tells enough to figure out his biggest secret, but Peter knew some of Harry’s secrets too.

“I missed you Peter.”

“I know baby,” he sighs, achingly vulnerable. They had missed so many opportunities. “I missed you too.” He reclaims Harry’s lips, hands moving to his open belt to pull down jeans that fit Harry about as snugly as his suit fit him. He didn't hate it, everything looked good on Harry. But he wanted them off, now.

A sharp pull down and Harry’s cock sprang free, angry, red and ready for more than he was currently getting. Peter grins knowingly. “Still dress like a slut huh?”

Harry shivers pleasantly under him, eyes searching, hungry for more.

“I was hoping you'd come back tonight.”

“So this is for me?” He asks, running his hand down Harry’s bare thigh, before gripping his leaking cock at the base.

Harry’s hips fly upward with a surprised gasp, but Peter’s extra strength grip on his hip keeps Harry right where he wants him. Harry lets out a frustrated growl. Only using a little bit of his newly acquired strength to continuously test Peter’s hold.

“What, you’re going to tease me to death? That’s just cruel.”

Peter chuckles to play along but the causal mention of Harry’s impending death takes another solid chunk of his heart with it.

“I’m going to give you everything you ask for Sweetheart,” he promises. Because this, he could actually promise. Unlike what he promised Uncle Ben.

And Captain Stacy.

Aunt May.

Gwen.

Harry’s hips arch and his voice breaks against Peter's unyielding hold, snapping the brunette out of his head and back to the present moment.

“Well, what I want is for you to touch me Peter. Preferably sooner rather than later.”

Peter squeezes his hand all the way up to the tip before twisting on the glide back down. Harry arches and gasps into the touch, huffing in frustration when Peter’s hand stops again.

“Is that all you want me to do?”

Harry tries to glare, but he’s too worked up to stay angry. Instead he flushes crimson.

“…No.”

As a reward, Peter pumps his hand again, spreading precum all over the head of Harry’s cock before gliding slickly back down.

“Fuck,” Harry chokes, his head digging into a nest of pillows.

Peter smirks.

“Is that an official request?” He pumps the man’s cock faster now, rubbing just long enough for Harry’s eyes to start to roll back into his head.

Harry still hadn’t answered though, so Peter releases his grip all together. Harry’s cock twitches helplessly against open air and he curses as he's denied friction again.

Frustrated, Harry’s hand shoots down to finish the work Peter started. But before his hand can reach its destination, an equally fast web catches his hand and secures it to one of the corners of the bed.

“Fuck.” Harry stares at his attached wrist with wide, shocked eyes before letting out an amused chuckle. “That’s hot Pete.”

Peter snorts. Harry being into bondage was not surprising in the slightest. He fires another web to Harry's other wrist, watching with a smirk as his eyes glaze over, proving Peter’s theory.

Peter can’t help but think Harry looks good like this, naked with his arms bound, his pathetic cock stiff and wet jutting up between wide open legs. Ready for anything Peter will give him.

Peter crawls further up the bed, straddling Harry’s chest. It puts his own hard cock perfectly in line with Harry’s mouth.

“You’re in the wrong spot if you’re going to fuck me,” Harry sasses, but Peter doesnt take the deflective bait.

“I’d really hate to web your mouth shut too, but I will if I have to.”

Harry licks his lips, eyeing Peter’s own heavy and proud standing erection.

“Then you’d lose the benefit of what my mouth can do.”

Peter grips the blonde's chin tight, inspecting Harry's open and waiting mouth for a tortuously long time. His cock bobs just breaths away from the blonde's mouth, and he counts three separate times Harry’s impatient tongue seeks out a taste. Instead of giving it to him, Peter drops the man’s chin and tsks,

“I suppose it'll do."

Peters' blatant dismissal tore a small, helpless moan out of Harry and Peter reveled in the knowledge he knew Harry’s kinks like the back of his hand. His first boy crush turned obsession was his best friend; 6 years apart felt like nothing the second they were together again.

He held Harry's mouth steady as he lined up his own cock with the slick entrance. Harry licks his lips once more, but Peter keeps everything right where he wants it. “Show me your safe word.”

Harry’s foot kicked the headboard three times rapidly. It echos loudly in the room and Peter feels satisfied in his ability to hear it once they got started.

“Good boy.”

“Please, Peter,” Harry begs, desperation clear.

Peter smiles, rubbing the outside of Harry’s cheek with the head of his cock. Precum glistens across the skin and Peter's eyes narrow on the way his thin pink tongue reaches desperately to get a taste.

“Slut,” he remarks and Harry nods.

“Please, let me show you how much.”

Peter doesn’t waste another second. He slides his cock into Harry’s mouth, gliding until he felt the wide head push against the tight muscles of his throat. The muffled groan that came out of Harry was nothing short of pornographic, and he wishes more than anything he had his camera right now.

He pulls back to give Harry a chance for air before sliding back in. He’s able to fit a little more this time.

Harry's eyes roll back into his head and his hips twitch into the open air above him.

Peter isn’t close enough for him to grind against on purpose.

“You're doing so good Harry,” he appropriately praises, because Peter had been in as deep as he could be for almost a minute now and Harry hasn't gagged, protested, or requested air. Harry Obsorn, living up to his playboy reputation.

When he eventually does need it, all it takes is a look. A gentle pleading with his glacial blue eyes and Peter was pulling out just enough for Harry to breathe through his nose.

“Since I'm feeling nice,” Peter starts, pushing Harry’s sweat-slick locks out of his eyes before sinking back into his mouth, “I’ll let you choose where I cum.”

Peter felt more than heard Harry’s muffled curse against his cock. He continues. “I personally want to see what this pretty face looks like, ruined with my cum.”

Harry's bound body shivered pleasurably once more, his needy whine causing vibrations to radiate up his cock. He felt Harry’s desperate empty attempt to fuck anything but air between his legs and smirked. Of course Harry likes that idea. “But, I also remember how much you like to be filled. And I’ve been dreaming about this ass since you came back to town.”

Harry jolted in the restraints like he had been electrocuted. It took Peter a second to realize it was him forcefully trying to pull from the webbed restraints.

Peter smirks proudly, motioning at his self-manufactured web shooter. “They're the real deal baby.”

Harry huffs in obvious frustration, yanking himself off Peter’s dick.

“Pete please! You know how much I hate it when you tease me!”

Peter laughs at his best friends expense because there was no way he was stopping now.

“Aw, is wittle Hwarry Osborn upset because he can't get something immediately?”

“Fuck You, Parker.”

Peter scratches the side of his head in sarcastic contemplative thought.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve confirmed twice now it’s you who wants to get fucked. But I get it. I mean, it's gotta be annoying, needing something so bad only to realize that not even your money can buy it.” To articulate his point, he reaches his hand back and rakes the tips of his nails up the length of Harry’s still hard, slick cock.

“Fuck!" Harry moans in the form of a bubbled sob, his hips jerking erratically in a way that signals he was nearing his final breaking point. This was as good as a submission Peter would get before Harry became either overstimulated, bored, or too frustrated to continue.

“Cum for me good boy,” Peter orders in his ear; quiet, secretive, intimate.

Harry cums with a loud strangled cry, his hips pumping desperately up in the open air as his orgasm rushes through him. Peter feels cum coat his ass and the back of his legs.

Afterwards he leans down and connects their lips, licking away the saltiness of his own preum from Harry’s tongue.

Harry fights to catch his breath after such a strong orgasm. But when he does, he’s back to spewing demands, as if he wasn’t the one on his back, tied up.

"I still want you to fuck me."

*check back Sunday for the full chapter*

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