#*･ﾟSCANDALISES * peter.

[pfhwrittes]

have some domestic price x gender neutral reader fluff that floated into my head.

pairing: john price x gender neutral reader

word count: 711

tags/triggers: domesticity, fluff, humour, pet names (love), mild bashing of the reader character's sister, slightly older than canon john price, long term relationship, no Y/N, 2nd person POV.

a/n: unedited as per usual. please don't interact with my writing if you're under the age of 18 despite this being a fluffy little something. also, i'm not judging people that want to get married or have kids, you do you but this is for those of us that don't want either of those things.

"john, what do you think about getting married?" you ask as casually as possible between sips of tea as your long term partner perches on the sofa next to you, his eyes focused on the liverpool game on the telly.

"i think you called it a "monument to compulsive monogamy and heterosexuality" and then you swore loudly about henry the eighth for twelve minutes on our first date." he replies before groaning loudly as his team bungle a free kick.

you smile into the rim of your mug because, yes you did say and do that when he brought it up all those years ago.

"mm, i know. one of my better rants i think."

john's hiss of triumph as one of the little red shirts on the screen peters off into discontented grumbling as half time is called and you place your mug on the coffee table.

john turns to face you when you settle back into the deep cushions and you trace the salt-and-pepper in his beard with loving eyes. if there's one thing you can say about retired captain john price it's that he's only got better with age, much like the whiskey he has stashed in the spare room/office. forty six is a damned good look on this man.

"what's got you asking about marriage, love?" john questions you with a raised eyebrow and you grumble, curse your overly observant partner. even when he's distracted his mind is still turning over every interaction and sniffing out a motive.

you sigh.

"my sister is having a baby."

"christ, really?" he looks so scandalised that you laugh at his expression. it's a familiar one when the topic of your younger sister is brought up, a combination of bafflement and mild disgust that pulls his mouth down into a frown even as his eyebrows reach up towards his hairline.

"mm." you make a noise of agreement.

"with the estate agent?"

"yep." you pop the 'p' obnoxiously.

"christ. she's only known him for five minutes," he shakes his head disapprovingly before reaching for your hand to give it a squeeze, "but what does this have to do with us getting married, hm?"

you shrug a little helplessly as he strokes his thumb over your knuckles.

"i don't know, i just started thinking when she sent me a copy of her scan and -"

"of course she did." john interrupts you with a weary sigh. "your sister is nothing but a self centred cow and i'm positive she sent it to you to get you to feel bad."

he looks at you, pinning you in place with a fond sort of sternness that you had seen a few times before when kyle had been over for dinner espousing his worries about being the right man for the job.

"listen to me when i say this, yeah?" he taps your knuckles with his thumb gently to make sure you're fully focused on him, "i'm happy exactly as we are, love. i don't need a bit of paper telling me that we're bound together for the rest of eternity. god knows we already are, what with the mortgage and the bloody cat."

"be nice john, she's a sweetheart." you chide as you glance over at your middle aged tortoiseshell moggy curled up on the armchair.

"she's a bloody demon and you know it." john snorts good-naturedly as the cat in question makes a noise similar to a creaky gate at the sound of his voice.

he releases your hand so that he can reel you into his side to press a kiss to your temple.

"stop trying to distract me with the cat and stop focusing on your bloody sister. you've never wanted to get married and that's one of the reasons i love you, you silly arse."

the small knot of worry you'd been carrying since the start of the conversation unwinds and you release a long breath, taking the opportunity to snuggle into his side more comfortably.

"i love you too."

john simply presses another kiss your temple in response as the football match starts again and you settle in to enjoy an evening with your not-husband.

(tomorrow you'll threaten him with a rolled up tea towel after you find that he texted your sister off your phone calling her baby scan a "badly made lasagne".)

[gayleviticus]

It’s interesting the role that Peter's confession that Jesus is the Messiah (and the subsequent journey to Jerusalem) plays in the different gospels.

in Mark, it comes at the exact halfway point, chapter 8 of 16, after a whole book of Jesus performing miracles but swearing people to secrecy. We honestly don't know that much about Jesus, and neither do the disciples; but at least we, the audience (and the demons) know he's the Son of God and Messiah.

The question is what that means - what is the Good News he's preaching? What is the Kingdom? What is Jesus' endgame? We don't know, and Jesus has been playing his cards very close to his chest; binding demons and swearing people to secrecy, teaching in enigmatic parables, performing feats that should be reserved for God alone. Is he a prophet? Elijah? John the Baptist? A demoniac?

But then Peter confesses that Jesus is the Messiah - and suddenly we discover that his fate is to suffer, die, and be raised again. His destiny is to be put to shame - and Peter is scandalised and tries to talk some sense into him! And then atop the mountain, Jesus is transfigured and Peter, James, and John discover he's the Son of God too.

We get about a chapter and a half of miscellaneous episodes, mostly teachings of Jesus capped with a healing. And then we enter Jerusalem, and the final act begins; his triumphial entry, cleansing of the temple, various conflicts with the chief priests and scribes, the Little Apocalypse, and then his betrayal and Passion. For Mark, Peter's confession is the turning point from which we start barrelling towards the cross, the only way by which we can truly understand who Jesus the Christ is. Not through his teaching, not through his parables, not through his miracles; Jesus is Christ through his cross.

Matthew is similar, although it doesn't have as heavy a emphasis on Jesus' secret identity, and we get plenty of teaching discourses before Peter's confession in ch 16 (57% thru the Gospel). We get a somewhat more substantial 3 or so chapters of parables and teaching before Jesus heads towards Jerusalem, and then he finally arrives in 21. matthew i think is like the extended addition of mark; in its excess it loses something of the narrative tightness of Mark, but it's not trying to do something fundamentally different.

Luke, however, is a bit different. For him, Peter's confession comes in ch 9, 37% through the Gospel. maybe not quite early enough to be still in the tutorial, not late enough to be the half-way plot-twist, but the end of Act 1. The Passion is predicted, Jesus' glory is revealed in the transfiguration, and by the end of the chapter the time has drawn near for Jesus to be taken up, and he 'sets his face' for Jerusalem.

And where Mark and Matthew kind of have a two-act structure of 'General ministry' and 'Holy Week in Jerusalem' (with the nativity as a prologue in Matthew), Luke has a three-act structure; 'General ministry' (ch 3-9), 'Journey to Jerusalem' (ch 10-19.27; heavily populated by Luke-exclusive material), and 'Holy Week in Jerusalem' (ch 19.28 -24).

Maybe Luke just wanted a way to structure all his added material, maybe he wanted to emphasise the significance of Jerusalem as the holy city and centre of Israel. But it's interesting how this changes the shape of the story.

For Mark and Matthew Peter's confession and the first Passion prediction kind of serve as an end to the fun and games, the moment when a darker story arc starts to emerge from what has otherwise been miracle/demon-of-the-week shennanigans. And this transition happens quite rapidly; by ch 11 of Mark, Jesus is in Jerusalem tearing up the Temple, by ch 14 plots are being hatched to kill him. Matthew maintains the same fundamental structure, altho stretched out simply by his tendency to add more Stuff.

But for Luke the pace is much slower, and it's as if the story is lingering with this sense of foreboding. Peter's confession is not gearing us up into endgame, but a tragedy that hangs over the rest of the narrative. Luke's insistence on maintaing this episodic structure for another good third of his Gospel accentuates the sense of fatality; Jesus is casting out demons and performing cures today and tomorrow, and yet he must be on his way, for it is impossible for a prophet to be killed outside of Jerusalem. But he must be killed.

And for John - well rather than having Jerusalem as the final dungeon, it's the hub city. Jesus returns here time and time again for enigmatic discourses and feuds with the Judeans, and his cleansing of the Temple is one of his first acts, not one of his final. And the confession that Jesus is the Messiah comes not from Peter, but are the very first words from his brother Andrew: "We have found the Messiah." (John 1.41).

The Passion of the Lord hangs over the entire narrative, but in subtle ways:

“Behold, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world!” “And just as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, so must the Son of Man be lifted up,” “He was speaking of Judas son of Simon Iscariot, for he, though one of the twelve, was going to betray him,”

“I am going away, and you will search for me, but you will die in your sin. Where I am going, you cannot come.” “You do not understand that it is better for one man to die for the people than to have the whole nation destroyed!”

“Now is the judgment of this world; now the ruler of this world will be driven out. And I, when I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all people to myself.”

The other three gospels play on a sense of dramatic irony, that we the audience know who Jesus is and where this story is going, but his disciples don’t. And so, then Peter’s confession and Jesus’ Passion prediction comes as a moment of revelation, of releasing this tension; the disciples know what we know, and yet they don’t quite understand. Peter tells Jesus off for being a doomer, and the men scatter when he’s put to death. The prophecy of the Passion comes a shocking reveal within the story of the Synoptic Gospels.

But there’s no such moment in John. Instead, we just get hints, allusions, enigmatic lines that only make sense in hindsight. There’s no apocalyptic moment of revelation, no moment when the penny drops; right up to Ch 14 (3 chapters before his arrest) Thomas is still saying stuff like “Lord, we do not know where you are going; how can we know the way?”

In the Synoptics, Jesus’ Messiahship is inseparable from his Passion; in John the irony is his disciples know he’s the Messiah from Day One, but until his resurrection still don’t understand the meaning of the cross.

[webslingingslasher]

I’ll make it fit…. cherry is so meee that’s test had me scandalised like when she said I’ll get the small one coz it’s more comfy I was internally like should have started with the fact that i am a virgin 🫣

like ik sex is different coz horny pussy makes shit fit and the test is all awkward and weird like… but still 🦥

cherry: it was so big petey, it was like, four inches

peter: oh god

[missoneminute]

As definitely delulu as I am occasionally on the shipping front I will stand by my assertion that the two denials that read clearly as confessions to anyone with eyes are the rapid-fire exchange of looks and gestures that happens in the “have you snogged Carl” video and Peter’s full body spasm on “I’ve never slept with a boy”. You can just see the needle on the truth detector go screaming off the page. I hope those two nuts finally realise it’s decades into the millennium no one is gonna be scandalised if you had your hands in each other’s pants one time in 1998.

[thoughtsofafruit]

Part 2 to my rosechaser fic because @nightcat101 asked and I thrive off of attention and positive feedback!

James didn't know how to go about telling his friends the mistake they had all made. Evan did though, he always knew how to do something. He was cunning like that, James was a little obsessed with his talents.

Remus had practically dragged them to the library, not that James actually minded going to the library or studying nut complaining was now part of their routine. He was focusing on a potions question that he really should've known the answer too when Sirius poked him. James glanced at him, quill in mouth, before turning back to his homework. It was a nervous habit.

"So, how's Evans?" he asked, ignorant to the way Remus was looking at him.

"Hm? Oh, me and Evan are alright," James said around the quill. Sirius smiled at him but his face fell as he looked behind his friend. Evan was approaching.

"You know Potter, if you keep eating your quills you're family will run out of money," Evan said as he leant again one of the bookshelves.

"I don't eat my quills," James said with the quill still in his mouth. Sirius stiffened as Evan moved closer to pull James' quill from his mouth.

"Really?" He asked as he stole the quill. "From the looks of this you could have fooled me."

"Evan," he complained, pouting up at him.

"Give him back his quill Rosier," Sirius said. James moved to grab his boyfriends hand in a show of support.

"My name is Evan, you'd do well to respect that Black," he said. James gave him a look, a look that wasn't uncommon in their relationship and meant 'was that really necessary?' Evan just raised an eyebrow in turn. A signal that meant 'obviously, are you blind?'

"That was uncalled for," Peter said.

"An eye for an eye," Evan said simply.

"Only ends in bloodshed," James pointed out, which was another common occurrence between them. Evan rolled his eyes at him and dropped James' hand to reach into his pocket. He pulled out two quills.

"A sugar quill, chew that instead," he told James as he handed it over. Sirius reached to take it but James hit his hand away. "And the finest quill Barty's mum could find," he said handing him the extravagant looking quill.

"Peacock feather? Really Evan?" James asked looking up at him as he took it anyway. His boyfriend shrugged.

"It would have been flamingo but my usual quill shop is currently closed and the one she went to doesn't carry them," he said.

"Where did you actually get it?" James asked ignoring the looks both Peter and Sirius where giving him.

"The Malfoys, they prefer white peacocks but they got a couple normal in recently. The white peacock feathers are only used in gifts, and I'm not close enough to the family to grab one. I may or may not have stolen this one though," Evan told him as he leant down to look James in the eye.

"I shouldn't find that hot," James said to him. He turned to Remus. "I shouldn't find that hot, right?" He asked him. Remus just shrugged and he turned back to Evan. "I find that way too hot," he said to him.

"I gathered," Evan said, leaning closer to kiss his cheek. He didn't say anything else as he spun around and left, leaving a pouting James in his wake.

"What was that?" Sirius asked, sounding both scandalised and outraged.

"Evan bringing me a quill?" James said as he stuck the sugar quill in his mouth.

"But what about Evans?" He asked.

"That was Evan?" James answered, sounding confused. He knew this would happen, and he obviously understood the mixup by now, but he wanted to act like he didn't.

"Ohh," Peter said, a little louder than was welcome in a library. Sirius on the other hand blinked at him in confusion.

"Pads, love, you have a brain in there somewhere, use it," Remus said making James and Peter snort.

"Rude," Sirius huffed but he thought about it. He blinked a couple of times at James before it hit and a look of utter shock took over his face. His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped.

"Oh," he muttered. "Oh!" He said louder. "Omg really?" He asked making the librarian shush him.

"I'm literally gay and you thought I was dating Lily!" James hissed at him.

"Oh shit," Sirius muttered. James shook his head and started packing his stuff up.

"You can process this, I'm gonna go find Evan," he said as he stood.

"Have fun," Remus called after him. As James walked out of the library he stuck the peacock quill in his mouth.

"Ahh gross!" Echoed in from the hall. Evan had coated it in a non-toxic terrible tasting oil. James quickly replaced the real quill with the sugar one.

[thefisherqueen]

Peter Cushings' Sherlock Holmes: The Boscombe Valley Mystery

I saw quite a few people mentioning Peter Cushings as their favorite on screen portrayal of Sherlock Holmes, so I decided to try if I could find some episodes. This BBC series was made in the '60's and only the second series actually starred Peter Cushings - the first series had Douglas Wilmer as Sherlock Holmes, but he declined to play Holmes in the second. Of the 16 episodes, sadly only 6 survive, and the Hound of Baskervilles makes up 2 of those (tapes were expensive and thus often recycled, and people at home at homes had no way to record). I'm watching The Boscombe Valley Mystery tonight.

The music theme is very intense, those strings are almost screaming. It at once gives this episode a different vibe than the homely Granada one

Full crotch shot of the son of the murdered man. It lasts four full seconds (I counted). Was that necessary? xD

Gods, I love the dressing robes of both Holmes and Watson. I have a teapot that looks almost the same as the one of their table! I took it home from the trash dump and managed to almost entirely restore it to its former glory. Not sure yet what I think about the actors' portrayal yet, but both are sure very pretty

The editing is a bit weird. Scenes jump from one to another rather abruptly

Not sure if it was just common during their time, but both actors seem so rushed to speak their lines

*another enters their train compartment* oh no, the boys are Upset

Ok, Peter Cushing is growing on me. His deduction scene in the train of Watson and of that poor other gentleman was quite funny

Some of the same shots are repeated, that feels a bit lazy

Is every girl in this episode going to cry? Repeatedly?

Holmes: "Watson What Arrrre You Doing? We have work to do!" loved that line :)

*Holmes takes off his coat* *Watson at once steps close* haha, I know it's just meant that Watson wanted to hold his coat for him but that sure looked suggestive

*Holmes shoving Watson into a tree for Investigation Purposes*

A lot of suspension in the music for a scene in which Holmes merely picking up a cigarette

*Holmes autistically rocking*

Watson: "We're going out again, Holmes? But what about dinner?" Holmes: "Dinner can wait" This is very book accurate. Poor Watson, I too get very upset when I don't get time to eat

Holmes: "Wait for me here" Watson, chugging his cider: "Willingly" Haha, love that

*Unnecessary long kissing scene*

Watson, scandalised: "Bigamy!" Holmes: "The world is not aways as you would have it, Watson" *slaps Watson's thighs* omg

It's a fine mystery story. The filming is a bit clumsy, but it feels quite authenticly victorian and Cushing portrays a dignified and clever detective with a quirk or two, and while Nigel Stock as Watson didn't have a much active role, I still enjoyed his acting. After watching the Granada series, however, this feels a bit bland for me. Decent, but nothing spectacular. I think I just miss the intensity and expressiveness and eccentric flair of Jeremy Brett, and David Burke and Edward Hardwicke also both poured so much of their heart into that series

[msclaritea]

Description

"Three-part BBC television miniseries about the notorious 18th century lothario, written by Russell T. Davies and starring David Tennant and Peter O'Toole. The aged Casanova (O'Toole) is living out his days as the custodian of a library in Bohemia when he meets young serving girl Edith (Rose Byrne). He begins to tell her about his infamous escapades as a young man (played by Tennant), when he scandalised Europe and was exiled from his native Venice for crimes against the government and church. Wandering through Enlightenment Europe, Casanova reinvents himself constantly as a poet, philosopher, spy, black magician, petty conman and, of course, lover, eventually incurring the wrath of the Venetian ambassador to Britain, Grimani (Rupert Penry-Jones), after he falls in love with his wife, Henriette (Laura Fraser). Wounded in a duel with Grimani, Casanova returns home but is unable to forget the one woman he truly loves."

That is the original storyline/synopsis of the Casanova series on BBC THREE, BBC WALES, written by Russell T Davies. Starring Peter O'Toole and David Tennant, who does a wonderful job. I saw it. I thought it was a lot of fun, not being familiar with Casanova's life story. Little did I know this was another fantasy from the minds of the BBC.

Giacomo Casanova Was An Adventurer, Libertine, And Child Molester

"For all the romanticism surrounding the 18th century Venetian — much of it promoted by Casanova himself in his famous memoir L’Histoire de Ma Vie and perpetuated by centuries of men jealous of his “conquests” – there was certainly a dark side to Giacomo Casanova. For every tender love affair of his, there were plenty of instances where he outright raped and abused. In several instances, children were the objects of his “affection.”

In the 1740s, according to Paolina’s Innocence: Child Abuse in Casanova’s Venice by Larry Wolff, Casanova purchased a girl’s virginity from her own mother and beat the girl when she wouldn’t submit to sex. A couple decades later, in St. Petersburg, he bought a 13-year-old sex slave.

In 1774, at the ripe old age of 50, Casanova ran into a former lover, Irene, with her nine-year-old daughter. By his account, the little girl “did not reject my caresses.” He even encouraged Irene to offer her daughter to a wealthy baron, “who loved little girls as much as I did.” From his own account, he had 120 sexual partners and sexual victims — nuns, underage girls, possibly some eunuchs. By his own account, he even impregnated his own daughter, Leonilda, years after he engaged in a threesome with her and her mother.

“I have never been able to understand how a father could tenderly love his charming daughter without having slept with her at least once,” he wrote.

Not all of Casanova’s behavior could be ascribed to “the time he lived in.” As the Huffington Post points out, fully grown men engaging in sex with adolescent or pre-adolescent girls was not nearly as common as one might think after reading Casanova’s memoirs. Rather, the man was so sex-obsessed that he saw violating a nine-year-old as something worthy of honor and celebration rather than a sign of perversion."

It's not quite fair to only dissect some of the work of Benedict Cumberbatch, since he's not the only one who's popularity has been used to sell British propoganda. So, I'll be taking a closer look at the films of other actors, which contain 'retellings' of history aka outright lies.

You would think an organization that's already been the subject of multiple sex abuse scandals would steer clear of promoting their Favorite Pedophiles From History. Alas!

For the record, I am a David Tennant fan and will remain so. I know he's also good person, not given many choices. Very disappointed in O'Toole, though. He obviously would have known and had more power.

[tjnewsnigeria]

The judiciary could set Nigeria ablaze with its conflicting and frivolous injunctions.  Several Nigerian judges have been criticized for issuing controversial and often conflicting court rulings, particularly in politically sensitive cases. This has led to accusations of frivolous injunctions, ex-parte motions, and contradictory orders that seem to favor powerful individuals and political interests. Below are some of the judges often mentioned in connection with such rulings: 1. Justice James Omotosho (Federal High Court, Abuja): Justice Omotosho has been criticized for his involvement in politically charged rulings, where his orders have led to confusion and further legal disputes. He has been involved in cases where conflicting orders and injunctions have drawn public criticism, raising questions about judicial independence. Breaking: Shaibu Reinstated as Edo Deputy Governor, Assembly Takes Immediate Action Abba Kyari Granted Bail After 18 Months In Kuje [caption id="attachment_304653" align="alignnone" width="269"] Justice James Omotosho[/caption] 2. Justice Peter Lifu (Federal High Court, Abuja): Justice Lifu is another judge accused of issuing conflicting orders, especially in political cases. His rulings have been seen as contributing to legal uncertainties, particularly around elections and intra-party disputes, often raising concerns about external influence in his decisions. Big Win for Wike as Court Rules Against PDP NWC, Governors, BoT   [caption id="attachment_304655" align="alignnone" width="275"] Justice Peter Lifu[/caption] 3. Justice Emeka Nwite (Federal High Court, Abuja): Known for his controversial handling of electoral disputes, Justice Nwite has faced criticism for rulings that appear politically motivated. His issuance of ex-parte orders in sensitive political matters has often sparked public outcry, leading to suspicions of bias and manipulation in the judicial process. Confusion Trails Rivers LG Election Amid Conflicting Court Rulings on INEC Voter's Register [caption id="attachment_304654" align="alignnone" width="275"] Justice Emeka Nwite[/caption] 4. Justice J. O. Abdulmalik: Justice Abdulmalik gained attention in 2024 for a case involving Rivers State's budget. His involvement in politically sensitive issues has led to concerns about the impartiality of the judiciary, with accusations of undue influence by political actors. [caption id="attachment_304652" align="alignnone" width="277"] Justice Joyce O. Abdulmalik[/caption] These judges, through their rulings, have been central to discussions about judicial integrity in Nigeria. Ejes Gist News gathered that for any conflicting orders and frivolous ex-parte motions in Nigeria that have generated public outrage and criticism, at least one of the four judges must be involved." Their involvement in high-profile political cases has led to public concerns about the role of the judiciary in upholding the rule of law and ensuring fairness in politically sensitive matters. Many analysts have stated that the judiciary will be the arm of the government that sets Nigeria on fire due to their conflicting and frivolous injunctions and rulings Many are calling for judicial reforms to prevent the recurrence of conflicting court orders and to restore public confidence in the justice system. I recommend this article for you from This Day Alive   A SCANDALISED FEDERAL HIGH COURT

[ondessiderales]

Fin de l'Histoire

« La Fin de l'histoire et le Dernier Homme (titre original anglais : The End of History and the Last Man) est un essai du politologue américain Francis Fukuyama publié en 1992, identifié comme l'un des essais les plus importants de la fin du XXe siècle.

S'inspirant des thèses d'Alexandre Kojève sur la « fin de l'histoire », Fukuyama affirme que la fin de la guerre froide marque la victoire idéologique de la démocratie et du libéralisme (concept de démocratie libérale) sur les autres idéologies politiques. Fukuyama est, par ailleurs, conscient que la chute du Mur et la dislocation du bloc de l'Est vont entraîner d'importants troubles : la fin de l'Histoire ne signifie pas, selon lui, l'absence de conflits, mais plutôt la suprématie absolue et définitive de l'idéal de la démocratie libérale, lequel ne constituerait pas seulement l'horizon indépassable de notre temps mais se réaliserait effectivement. »

« Cette théorie, qui précède de peu celle du choc des civilisations de Samuel Huntington, sera très débattue dans les années 1990. Les critiques philosophiques (Jacques Derrida dans Spectres de Marx, Franck Fischbach ou Bernard Bourgeois) ont pu souligner ce qu'ils considèrent être une mésinterprétation non seulement du concept hégélien de fin de l'histoire mais aussi de Kojève lui-même. Derrida, alors, rappelle que « les thèmes eschatologiques de la « fin de l'histoire », de la « fin du marxisme », de la « fin de la philosophie », des « fins de l'homme », du « dernier homme », etc., étaient, dans les années 1950, il y a 40 ans, notre pain quotidien ».

Selon Peter Sloterdijk, dans Le Palais de cristal, la Fin de l'Histoire correspond à cet état de l'humanité condamnée à sa Sphère terrestre, de sorte que l'Histoire en propre (sens moderne) serait née avec les aventures exploratrices et coloniales de la Renaissance européenne, et prendrait fin avec cet état de coopération internationale universelle nécessaire. Peter Sloterdijk n'est ni hegelien ni marxiste, dont il fait une critique dans Colère et temps. »

« … le débat, en général, alors et aujourd’hui, porte sur la question de l'« anthropotechnique », pour reprendre le terme utilisé par Sloterdijk. […] ce terme apparaît en français vers 1930 pour désigner des « techniques de développement de l’espèce humaine ». […] Or, ajoute Sloterdijk, si jadis [le] devenir était déterminé par des « anthropotechniques (…) plutôt inconscientes », telles les règles de parenté ou de mariage, l’éducation ou la guerre, il sera « à l’avenir (…) le thème de politiques anthropologiques et biologiques » conscientes. Selon l’auteur, il s’agit là d’un constat de bon sens, face auquel il n’y a pas lieu de se scandaliser. Au contraire, il devrait nous amener à constater l’évidence du besoin d’une « nouvelle philosophie non classique, non néo-idéaliste ». »

« La fin de l'Histoire présupposerait épistémologiquement un critère d'arrêt et présuppose l'histoire comme n'étant ni cyclique ni gouvernée par l'éternel retour. Il y aurait, selon cette thèse, une évolution de l'histoire qui aurait un terme, qui déboucherait sur une période stable sans évolutions majeures. Il y aurait un sens à l'histoire, une fin. La compréhension d'une telle thèse passe nécessairement par la mise en lumière de ses hypothèses.

En philosophie, l'influence de Hegel et de sa vision de l'histoire comme le développement de l'Esprit est indéniable. Si bien que la tradition idéaliste entendue au sens large, tend à concentrer la production philosophique contemporaine, comme si Platon l'avait emporté sur Socrate. Pour trouver des contre-arguments à l'« absolutisme » hégélien, il faudra alors se tourner du côté des historiens, qui reprochent souvent aux philosophes d'« essentialiser l'Histoire », ou encore des politilogues, au risque de perdre en hauteur théorique.

Pour Bernard Bourgeois, hégélien convaincu, il faut distinguer deux niveaux dans l'histoire : l'histoire universelle et l'histoire empirique. L'histoire est l'unité hiérarchisée de ces deux formes. L'histoire universelle est l'histoire de l'universel, des structures fondamentales de l'esprit, l'essence éternelle des choses. Le philosophe ne s'intéresse qu'à la « raison dans l'histoire ». L'actualité de cette fin signifie qu'il n'y aura aucune détermination fondamentale nouvelle. La fin de l'histoire est conçue comme la relation entre un État fort et une société civile libre. L'histoire empirique, en revanche, est liée à l'élément naturel et à la contingence; elle n'est pas prévisible et elle se continue même si l'histoire de la raison universelle (l'histoire de la raison) est close. »

« Aufhebung est un substantif allemand correspondant à un concept central de la philosophie de Hegel, puis de Marx, dont les implications variées et contradictoires se laissent difficilement traduire en français. Le verbe allemand correspondant est aufheben.

Le mot caractérise le processus de « dépassement » d'une contradiction dialectique où les éléments opposés sont à la fois affirmés et éliminés et ainsi maintenus, non hypostasiés, dans une synthèse conciliatrice. C'est la conclusion logique qu'on l'on simplifie habituellement par le classique Thèse-Antithèse-Synthèse. »

[allamericanb-tch]

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chapter 13

i love this fic so much even though some parts of it really make me cringe

kissing his teeth

i need to start keeping track of how many times solmussa says that

omg remus took a bunch of pictures of sirius ahhhh

“you’re a heathen” sirius you heathen 

ew body shots that seems unsanitary 

“denial is a river in egypt” i miss when people said that all the time

me when wolfstar

lily!

dorlene ☹️ 

pandora has a brother ?! please let it be evan i am a rosier twins truther

TWINS!!!! this is a good sign

IT IS EVAN!!!!! AHHH!!!!!!

jegulus

i love sirius and regulus being brothers

“remus is very sticky” SIRIUS STOP

“It’s just that I said nothing has stuck, but Remus clearly is sticking because I can’t stop thinking about him and I think if he weren’t leaving, I could actually fall in love with him—" VERY IMPORTANT CLARIFICATION 

remus jump scare

james and his rum and coke

i definitely know way more spanish that i thought i did bc i’m following these conversations pretty okay i think

this is kinda nast

yeah im getting the ick right now

oh me oh my

sirius is so sirius

jegulus is jegulusing

ewww 

chapter 14

my prediction for this chapter based solely on the title is that barty is coming

BARTY POV!!! WHAT DID I JUST SAY

ok i actually love bartylus

ao3 is draining my battery so much

rabastan!

omg is it evan ahhhh

barty pulling a teenage girl and doing some deep internet stalking he’s so real

barty is absolutely feral

the drama omg

barty 😭😭

rosekiller is rosekilling me

minor spelling mistake 🤬

chapter 15

i love how many of the chapter titles are maisie peters songs

i can’t wait for james to meet barty

oh james. jamie james james. 

regulus telling dorcas ahhhh

oh me oh my

sirius pov im nervy

oh me oh my

i mean. it could have gone a lot worse.

this is making me want to go on a boat now

wolfstar 

BARTY ?!

maisie peters mention no regulus you definitely did not lose the breakup

hip hip hooray for sirius

oh me oh my

chapter 16

HOW ARE YOU GOING TO END THE CHAPTER LIKE THAT AND NOT PICK UP WITH JAMES POV AHHHH

it’s okay bc i love lily <3

MARYLENE ?!

🎶it’s a cruel summer🎶

i love pandalily

oh barty pov

yeah he’s crazy

WHAT

the drama

“Remus has never considered himself a prude, and yet he discovers he’s a little scandalised by the way James and Sirius seem to have absolutely no boundaries whatsoever.”

wolfstar is wolfstaring

oh me oh my

skimming this party because brother euughhhh

oh me oh my

“he kisses his teeth” WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN

james 

🎶old habits die screaming🎶

ew stop icky gross

wow there is a lot of hanky panky in this

EW

AH

EW

ew

stopping here bc i have a class in 5 minutes 

chapter 17

alas i am home from school

wolfstar 

dorcas!

barty jump scare

bartylus 😧

i really hate that i don’t like barty because in this i love barty so much but like aghhhh

oh poor james ☹️

the drama

WHAT

well.

minor spelling mistake 🤬

please why is this angsty

chapter 18

wolfstar ❤️‍🩹

JAMES what the heck man

angst ☹️

pandalily ❤️‍🩹 they’re so precious 

i love sirius so much. 

jegulus is having a moment

WHAT

oh me oh my barty

REGULUS 😭

omg

AHHHH

AHHHH

AHHHH

AHHHH

barty ?! please i need rosekiller im begging

OH ?! 

i manifested this. 

i love evan. 

chapter 19

dorcas! i need dorlene to happen so bad omg 

pandora forgetting straight people exist i love her so much

AH

marlene just texted dorcas guys what’s gonna happen

my kink is karma on repeat (not relevant at all to this)

i love pandora so much you don’t understand 

dorcas mary and marlene ?! eat.

piano lesson now ☹️

i’m back!

i love jegulus so much

i left and i am back now

i need to distract myself bc i can’t tell if i made a bad decision rn

sirius inviting regulus to christmas ❤️‍🩹

minor spelling mistake 🤬

ooh

oh me oh my

genuinely i am so confused by all of this but i do NOT want to do research so i actually understand 

EW agh ew stop ew ew ew

sirius’ favorite movie being titanic is so real

i love man bun sirius

ok wait i am literally falling asleep rn i will be back later

marlene! it’s been so long HELP i totally forgot i was reading this

dorlene ?! my favs

chapter 20

rosekiller!

ew

🎶i love you it’s ruining my life🎶

ew

dorcas!!!

i love mary so much

ew 

wolfstar!

ew

eughhhhh brother eughhhhh

AHHHH

they said i love you

oh regulus

🎶I LOVE YOU AINT THAT THE WORST THING YOU EVER HEARD HE LOOKS UP GRINNING LIKE A DEVIL🎶

i love jegulus

““We can always burn the airport down,” Sirius says longingly. “Destroy all airplanes so they can't leave."” i love sirius

no thoughts just pandalily

jegulus ☹️

ok no more for today 

[littlebookreader]

Mike: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys.

Agnes: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap!

Julia and Trevor: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!!

Elias: Self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting.

Peter: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

[toapaixonar]

@scandalises continued from here because legacy editor.

part of her wants to argue with him but she knows it is a waste of time. he really is fast and he really is a better option to help her. plus, he is her boyfriend or something, of course she would call him. though god forbid yolanda knows about that. except all of that fades away as courtney comes face to face with the gun, swallowing dryly and dropping her phone on the ground ( pat was going to be so pissed. ) ❝ hey, guys. fancy seeing you here. i was just... looking for a restroom. have you seen one? ❞ she asks quietly, biting down on her lower lip. and then she hears the staff's sound, relief washing over her. she might have been unprepared but she is not alone and peter would be there any time. she would be okay. right? ❝ no? okay, i'll just leave then! so many places to go, you know how it is. ❞

[foreverrogers]

james: one day peter makes a web in your apartment for you two to lay down on! but it’s perfect for eating on too 😉

peter's cooking up some new web fluid and wants to test its... endurance

sorry in advance that this isn't that smutty my brain stopped working <3

cw: smut!! 18+!!! teasing, fingering, peter parker has ulterior motives {1k}

james - as in... E. L. ... which means it's sexy time!!!! send me a prompt/trope and a character and I'll write you.... literally just the porn ;)

"babe! come in here!"

six hours after peter had locked himself into your bedroom, your first thought is finally.

he gets in these little fixations sometimes, when he has a new idea and has to inact it immediately, won't let anybody else see what he's diligently tinkering away at until he's absolutely certain its perfect.

"pete." hand still frozen on the handle, you take in the state of your room, thin strands of webbing dripping from the ceiling and the desk and the dressers, slowly disintegrating before your eyes. you feel a light string of it fall onto you from above, and when you move to untangle the substance from your hair your fingers come away sticky.

"yeah, it's a mess, i know, i'll clean it up later, promise, just look."

peter gestures towards the dense lattice of webs that stretches across the other side of the room, extends wall to wall over your bed, a different type than any you had ever seen him use before.

you walk towards it slowly, examining the thin sheet closely as you reach out to touch it. it gives a little under your pressure, but holds surprisingly tough as you lean against it.

"how did you..." you turn to him, and peter is beaming so proud and wide you forgive him for the mess in an instant.

"it's a new formula, kinda like a... web bomb. for catching people, hopefully."

"is it strong enough?"

"that's kinda what i was hoping you could, uh... help me with."

you raise your eyebrows a little, watch the light blush that tinges his cheeks and decide not to question his request.

you lean forward, both hands pressed against the web now, taut under your touch as you place more and more of your weight against it. once you're confident it'll hold you bring one knee up, slowly crawl up onto the swaying surface until you're feet lift up from the ground.

you turn lightly, sitting and leaning against your palms, hold your breath as you let the web bounce you up and down like the springs of a mattress. there's no creaking as it steadies, keeps you hovering above the bed with ease. peter grins at you, and you grin back.

peter's not as cautious as you were, dives headfirst beside you and makes you grip onto the edge of the web to stop it from propelling your body onto the floor.

you squeal a little, a light sound that melts into a giggle that peter happily shares with you, hand shooting out to your wrist to keep you steady.

"seems pretty strong to me," you mutter, still smiling, and when peter meets your eyes again he looks so happy you could melt.

his expression turns more thoughtful, edged with a mischief that makes you unsure what he's about to suggest next. "still need to test how much movement it can take, though."

"what did you have in mind?"

peter raises his brows at you, tilts his head with a light smile on his lips and blush darkening in his cheeks. there's a glint in his eye, undoubtedly, blatantly suggestive.

you narrow your eyes at him. "peter parker, was this all an elaborate rouse to build a sex swing in our home?" you try to sound a little scandalised with the end of it, our home, as if you and peter hadn't committed far more scandalous acts in bed together.

"no," he defends immediately, but he's still got that smirk on his face, and as he shifts to lay on his side and press up on one elbow the hand at your wrist moves to dance over your thigh. "i just didn't get to touch you this morning."

it's a devastating thing to hear, objectively, devastating to your heart rate and the state of your underwear. you try to swallow it down. "yeah, because you evacuated the room as soon as you got up. got ejected from my own bed at eight in the morning."

peter's smile widens a little, leans closer, fingers just inching between the legs you make a point of squeezing shut. "let me make it up to you, then."

your eyes soften a little, not only because the warmth of his hand between your legs is impossibly tempting, but because it was useless to try to stay even mock annoyed at him for any amount of time.

then, because you don't reply quick enough, "for science?"

it makes you laugh, and peter takes it as a cue to hover even closer, dips his head to kiss the peak of your jaw and slowly back up to your lips. "you know nothing gets me hornier than science."

peter's kiss is soft at first, all warm and innocent despite the way you relent to his attempts, let up a little to let him part your legs and slot his hand perfectly over you. "you're joking..." another kiss, chastely pressed to your lips before he starts down the other side of your jaw, waits until he's just beside your ear to continue speaking. "but i see the way you look at me in those lab coats at school."

"pete," you say, one part warning and two parts pleading, and you can feel him smile as his hand moves to unbutton your jeans and quietly sneak beneath the fabric of your underwear.

he's still not really touching you, palm pressed feather light against your clit as two fingers dip in just enough to feel how soaked you already are. "want me to put it on for you?"

"i believe you were saying something about-" you gasp lightly, a shallow inhale at the feeling of his fingers sinking into you. he brings his face back above yours, just so he can smile at you and watch the struggle on your face as you attempt to keep up your attitude. "something about making it up to me?"

"oh, i will, honey," he mutters, leans down to kiss the corner of your lips. "don't you worry."

come join my 1.5k sleepover!

[beedlemania]

Oral fixation! I completely forgot. Davy’s always sucking on his thumb (pretending to bite his nail when someone notices). It gets to the point where Mike starts putting hot sauce on his thumb (something that happened to me as a kid and for the purpose of this, also happened to Mike) to make him stop but Davy just develops a taste for spicy food. Then he develops a sweet tooth because Micky keeps giving him popsicles to suck on. Peter eventually comes up with the idea to get him something to suck/bite on and finds him one of those baby teether toys and Davy is scandalised because ‘not a baby!!’ until he tries it and he’s like ‘oh…’

Observations. Going back to a post I made recently about The Spy Who Came in from the Cool, Davy loves pointing things out to the guys, namely Mike. They’ll be walking around and Davy will stop, tug at Mikes sleeve, point, and just go ‘bird’ and Mikes like ‘you’re right, tiny, that’s a bird’. Micky makes fun of him when he does that, not to be malicious just because he likes to tease, so whenever Mike responds to him he’ll stick his tongue out at Micky.

Mike almost uses a baby voice. Mike and Davy have lots of spats and arguments but Mike is super in tune to Davy and can always tell when he’s regressing. He then takes on a more animated tone, never raises his voice, and speaks all soft. He doesn’t fully baby talk him because Davy would get offended but he does it enough that Davy has a little grin on his face whenever Mike speaks to him.

Davy age regressor headcanons:

Mike reads to him. It starts with Davy just reading along with him while he’s nuzzled up to Mike then progresses to Davy being ‘too sleepy’ or ‘not at the right angle’ to read it himself so Mike reads it out to him. It goes from newspapers to books and then eventually to kids books. Mike buys them for Davy (cheap at a charity shop or gets them free from neighbours). Davy makes fun of him at first because Mike is sitting there, calm as ever, reading Goldilocks and Mike endures it because 1) he doesn’t really care when the guys make fun of him and 2) everyone but Davy knows its for Davy. Eventually Davy lets Mike read it out to him and Davy sits and enjoys the pictures and colours and he doesn’t understand why he gets so soft whenever Mike reads to him.

Micky plays with and teases him. Micky is definitely the older brother type and loves to pick on Davy (affectionately). He’ll always be down to play ball or whatever else when Davy wants to but not without having his own fun. (Like in Monkees at the Movies where they’re playing piggy(monkee?) in the middle). Eventually Micky picks up that Davy’s getting upset at being teased and will treat him nice and let him win (without him knowing of course) and Davy’s back to being happy again.

He gets time out. Mike sometimes has to put all the guys in time out but mostly Davy. Davy refuses to listen to him, sometimes because he’s being stubborn and sometimes to purposefully be annoying. He’ll rile Mike up, finding it hilarious, until Mike puts him on the naughty step or in the corner. Davy puts up a fight but eventually sits in time out and sulks. When his time is up he’ll go to Peter (the only one who voted against his time out) and cuddle him while pouting.

He doesn’t know. Davy hasn’t a clue what age regression is and would deny it in a heartbeat. He’s never consciously aware he’s regressing (mostly because it’s more of a constant state for him). The guys don’t realise either until Davy goes from pouty baby to mister sauve when he starts talking to a girl or other adult and they’re like ‘who is this kid?’. If someone even suggests something he does it childish he’ll throw a tantrum (not helping) about it and demand they take it back.

He sometimes goes mute. Sometimes he’ll regress just a bit farther than usual (anniversaries of his mother death or the day he left England) and will go mute. He communicates mostly by making sounds and the guys have all learnt how to decipher his whines and take care of him. He’s also set up a blinking method; one slow blink = yes, two blinks = no. This also comes in handy in average day to day shenanigans and the guys all start using it too.

He’s a cuddler. No matter what any of the guys are doing, Davy’s clinging to them or holding their hands. He just likes to feel close to them (and being carried everywhere is also nice). It’s not uncommon for Davy to crawl into one of their beds in he middle of the night with his security blanket and conk out. One time Micky scoured the entire Pad for him frantically just to find him sitting under the table hugging Peters leg.

He owns a bunch of dolls (action figures excuse me) that he hides under his bed and plays with

[hereforsterekcontent]

Imagine this sign at the entrance to the preserve lmao

There are so many options as to who would put it there...

...maybe Laura (in an alive hale family scenario) because she REALLY doesn’t need to see her teenage brother and his little boyfriend awkwardly exchange handjobs ever, and that means EVER, again. God this is worse than when she walked in on him masturbaring years ago and she still hasn't completely recovered from that. Although "nice panties, Stilinski!" she can't help tease, pointing at his batman boxers. "Laura!" Derek screeches , frantically trying to get the zipper of his jeans up while simultaneously trying (and failing) to shield Stiles from his sisters looks. "Thanks Laur!" the idiot himself laughs. "STILES!" Derek looks scandalised and okay maybe embarrassing him is worth the nightmarish images she will now have to live with a little bit. She always liked the Sheriffs kid. What she can't, however, live with, is catching her uncle in a quite similar, if not slighlty more compromising situation with..."Oh my god is that Allison Argents DAD?? Uncle Peter what is wrong with you, he's married! YOU are married!" She puts the sign up right after that incident (and after snitching on uncle Peter to her mom). Enough's enough. Unfortunately some of her younger siblings inevitably stumble upon the sign and after asking their parents what "fuck" meant at the dinner table, with the Sheriff present mind you, Misses Hale makes her take it down immediately, scalding her especially strictly, considering the towns Sheriff (and their very likely future in-law) is present. If Laura tells them about her initial reason (stumbling upon Derek and Stiles) to get them off of her case and distract them, it's not her proudest moment, but well you gotta do what you gotta do and seeing her brothers eyes widen with fear is admittedly a nice bonus.

...Maybe Derek after he had to stumble upon yet an other pair of teenagers making out there when he justed wanted to to go for a nice little evening run. Stiles would obviously find it hilarious at first but also most definitely take it as a challenge. At one point they'd probably be patrolling the borders of the preserve after a particularly viscous fight with a coven of witches or something equally fucked and Stiles would jokingly initiate some making out wich would probably turn into either him blowing Derek or Derek fucking him against the sign. Either way Derek would somehow manage to leave clawmarks on it which, again, Stiles would be absolutely delighted over. The betas would probably shake their heads at him because he had forbidden them all from getting it on in the woods near his house since "just because we are part wolf doesn't mean we have to behave like wild animals, Erica " so what happened to practicing what you preach, boss? He'd be embarrassed but probably stand by it though, he's stubborn like that. If Derek wants to go to what is basically his back gardens and plow his mate into a tree or make out like teenagers with him in the flower field behind the old shed then he by all means will do so, it's his land . Also...he's the alpha goddammit >:(

...it admittedly does seem most like a Stiles thing to do though. Like he's not a werewolf, he can't hear or smell it (thank god for that one) from yards away if there's s someone doing the nasty behind a tree. No, poor, unsuspecting Stiles would have to inevitably stumble into what's going on resulting in him letting out a screech that would have Derek drop everything at the grocery store a town over and run to his mates aid. Because "Scotty, my pal, my brother, there is only so much our friendship can take. And having to see your bare ass in broad daylight is NOT one of them! Ugh hell no Allison, please tell me thats not-Oh hey babe, what are you doing here, I thought you went to get me icecr- woah what's going on with the fangs and the eyes did something happen??"

Anyways after one time to many he would eventually stalk towards the most popular make out spot, the sign in hand and hammer it into the ground without further explanation. It does speak for itself he reckons. Derek and the others would probably follow him and watch all amued. That is until Isaac jokingly says that no-ones going to listen to Stiles' sign anyways and Dereks eyebrows shoot up immediately communicating that his mates little sign will be taken seriously or else.... Also he's pretty sure Stiles is willing to make an exception for him....

[heavenbarnes]

A Spider-man among men

TASM!Peter Parker x Female Reader

Warnings: reader calls him “spider-man” cause she has no idea who he is, unprotected sex (this is fiction, yours isn’t - wear protection), oral sex (f!receiving), masturbation, naked reader and clothed peter, dirty talk, swearing, coming inside, one mention of face slapping

Word Count: 3.7k

this isn’t the one i intended to post but i had to get this idea out before i forgot it, enjoy this and you’ll see more soon! in this, reader fucks her friendly neighbourhood spider-man x

“Hey, something came up and I’m not going to be able to make it. I’m really sorry.”

Of course, of fucking course. You read the text, mouth dropped open and scandalised expression painted well across your pretty features. Extra pretty tonight for what was meant to be a date.

You should’ve known he was too good to be true, far too kind and far too handsome to be the real deal. There was always a fucking catch with guys, you know?

Undoing the buttons on the front of your dress, you peeled it off and threw it over the back of your armchair. Letting out a great huff, you fell back against the pillows of your bed and accepted defeat. The makeup and nicest lingerie now seemed like absolute overkill.

Turning your head towards the mirror on the other wall, you caught sight of your reflection. Pretty eyes and glossy lips, gorgeous body wrapped in red lace and bows. The way the light from the street lamps outside glowed across your skin? Good grief was he missing out, what a damn shame for some.

Having enough of feeling sorry for yourself, you sat yourself up to go and clean your face when you heard the beginnings of commotion outside your apartment. Trotting across the floor you pulled up your sash window and hung out it slightly, looking around for the source of noise.

Eyes darting right down below, to the back of your building, your gaze fell directly on it. The group of thugs harassing the young ladies on the street were starting to close in, your face screwing up in annoyance. Before you could even say a word, you saw it quick out the corner of your eye.

Whipping through the sky like a bullet, the web fixed to the building next door and a streak of red and blue flew past. You couldn’t help the way the corners of your lips quirked up as the masked man interjected himself in the middle of things.

You couldn’t hear exactly what was being said but you had no doubt it was a stupid little quip that was no doubt getting on those asshole’s nerves. So quick you might’ve missed it, Spider-man had rounded up the lot, sending them away with their tails between their legs. Ensuring the the safety of the girl’s, he looked around a moment before stretching out his back.

“Hey, Spider-man,” You whistled between your teeth. “Up here.”

His head shot up to look at your window, before you saw the web connect with the fire escape. Soon he landed crouched right outside, hand coming out to brace on the window pane in front of you.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the little show but you didn’t need to get dressed up for me.”

You rolled your eyes at his nonsense, stepping back to give him a little twirl. “What are you complaining?”

Even with the mask on you could tell his expression underneath was one of shock.

“Never, wash your mouth out.”

“Well this look technically wasn’t for you but the guy it was for didn’t seem to want it.” You pouted a little, occupying yourself with one of the little bows on your bra.

“So he’s crazy? You want me to go beat him up a little?”

You giggled, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “You’d do that for me?”

“When you’re looking like that there isn’t a lot I wouldn’t do for you.”

Lip immediately going between your teeth you chewed on it whilst trying to look anywhere else. You hated that he could easily see the way your cheeks were rising in a giddy smile.

“So what happened? Who is this guy that’s got you all pretty with no place to go?”

“Just some bummy guy that cancelled our date.”

Spider-man shook his head, letting out a deep sigh as he did. He stepped forward and sat in the curve of your window, leaning his head back before turning to face you.

“Crime really is bad around here when girls like you are getting stood up.”

“You’re telling me.”

“Lucky your friendly neighbourhood Spider-man is always on crime watch.”

“And what is he gonna’ do about it?”

Spider-man gripped the top of your window sash, drawing it down behind him as he stepped into your room. “I could think of a couple things, sweetheart.”

You felt a smooth gloved hand run along your side as he stepped in front of you, head tilted down as the mask gave absolutely nothing away. His other hand picked up one of yours, bringing them between the both of you. He turned his hand over and you saw where his web’s started, but he flexed his wrist just gently and you saw a hem.

Slowly, you used two hands to draw his glove off of him and laid it on your night-stand. He removed his other hand from your hip momentarily to allow you to repeat the process. Two tan hands before you, his left going straight back to the comfortable spot just along your waist.

One thing was for sure, he had beautiful hands. Long fingers and clean nails, the kind of hands you wanted to-

“Suck.” He laid one finger along your bottom lip, a hint of gloss transferring to the bend of his first knuckle.

You gladly allowed the finger to breach past your lips and lay against your tongue, puckering your lips around it you lifted your gaze to look at the eyes on the mask. All you could do was hope you were making some kind of eye-contact and from the soft groan that Spider-man let out, you were fairly certain.

The weight of the situation dawned on you quietly, you had a superhero in your room and he had the dirtiest thoughts in mind about what he could do to you. You couldn’t say you hadn’t thought of him too, watching him effortlessly stop men twice his size and keep people safe.

What could you say, you liked a hero.

Spider-man drew his hand back and used it to cup the side of your face, thumb gliding over your cheek bone as he looked at you for a moment. Suddenly, his left hand moved from your waist to below your thigh, lifting you and situating you on his hips.

You squealed for only a moment before your brought your hands trailed down his muscled back. You felt both of his hands just below the curve of your ass, holding your thighs like you were lighter than air. Tilting your forehead so it lent against his, your voice came out just above a whisper.

“C-can I kiss you?”

You could’ve sworn you heard him laugh, like a chuckle that rumbled deep in his chest. “You don’t even know my name.”

“I don’t need to know your name to know I want you.”

Something shifted in him, something switched on that you liked very much. One of his hands left you and came to the neck of his suit, fingers hooking under a seam you hadn’t noticed until now. He pulled the bottom of his mask up and across the bridge of his nose. 

You were met with a beautiful jawline and soft lips, slightly parted as he released a breath. His nose rounded beautifully, and you had to catch yourself before you took up all your time just staring at him. Pressing your lips against his made your body melt into him.

Crossing your arms behind his neck, you used the leverage to pull yourself up and into his kiss. His tongue wasted no time in finding space in your mouth, moving against your own and evoking moans from deep in your chest.

You felt him step forwards, moving you backwards through your room and towards your bed. He leaned forward, lips never even budging from yours as he lent down. One hand still holding you and the other braced against your mattress, you expected to feel the plush of your comforter before realising he held you still suspended in the air.

Pulling back for a moment, his lips ghosted just before yours so close you could feel his breath on your skin as he spoke. “You want your Spider-man to take real good care of you, sweetheart?”

Reaching forward, you nodded hurriedly desperate to get his lips back against you. His hand dashed forward and caught you by the throat, holding you back just enough so you couldn’t quite reach him. Eyes darting beside you both, you saw his hand still resting against the mattress, your legs locked around his waist holding you still up above the bed.

The fingers that were gently flexing around your throat had your head spinning as you shot your eyes back to fix against where you assumed his were. “Use your words, pretty girl.”

“Yes please.”

“Hmm?” His head dipped to nip along your jaw. “Speak up.”

“Yes please, Spider-man, I want you to take care of me.”

Standing back up to full height, you felt yourself letting go of him as you landed softly against your mattress. He loomed above you, looking down on you like you were small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. Trailing two of his fingers along your stomach, you dipped your eyes to watch them hook into the waistband of your panties.

Taking his gentle stalling as a request for permission you nodded your head frantically, a muffled whimper of “go ‘head” slipping past your lips. Quick hands rid you of your panties, flipping them over his shoulder and somehow managing to land them on top of his gloves. As impressive as it was, you couldn’t think on it too long as you felt arms looping under your thighs and pulling you to the edge of the bed.

Spider-man stood crouched in front of you, biceps gripping your legs and head lowering to the meeting of your thighs. You had to watch him, had to follow his every move and it was almost against your will. He was so damn captivating that it was almost magnetic, like you couldn’t drag your eyes anywhere else.

Plush lips pressed along the soft skin of your inner thighs, fingers splaying out and dangerously close to where you were hottest for him. Eyeline with your pussy you knew that he knew that you were soaked. The man could’ve probably smelt it the minute he laid a finger on you. His tongue parted his lips and ran along them, leaving them with a sheen that got caught in the moonlight.

Soon his mouth made contact with your cunt, tongue breaking you apart with a fine stripe straight up your middle. Your clit captured between his lips as he sucked gently at it, your core tightening and hands flying to grip the back of his head. His tongue made jagged little motions up towards your clit, making your hips buck a little crazy against his mouth.

Moving to cup his neck, you felt where his mask was straining up against the bottom of his face. You could feel the beginnings of soft hair that undoubtedly stretched up the back of his head. Gripping what you could, you wantonly rolled your hips against him as he caught every motion with his tongue.

The sounds you made just kept flooding out of you, no rhyme nor reason to anything you were saying. He was just dragging everything out of you that he could with simple motions of his mouth. He was blessed, there was no doubting that, the man could move his tongue so delicately that your eyes were rolling back into your head.

Lifting his arms, he hiked both your legs over his shoulders and almost immediately you had a heel dug into his shoulder blade. You worried for a moment you were pressing your foot too hard but soon you heard a heady moan leave his tongue and hit your core straight on.

Spider-man’s hands drifted up to your waist, splaying out and gripping you tight in his clutch. He pulled you further down the bed, lips wrapping even further around you, no doubt a slick chin as his tongue worked away. Your whimpers escalated, gentle cries darting around the room as you felt yourself nearing the cliffs edge.

Your back arched off the bed, getting ever closer to him as you chased the high that was making it’s way ever closer to you. One hand still holding the back of his head, the other gripping the blankets beside you, your mouth dropped open with a drawn out cry.

Seeing the mask tilt up just slightly, you knew he was watching- waiting for this moment. His mouth drew back a little, thumb dropping to take it’s place for a second as he spoke.

“Come, sweetheart.”

You were nothing if not obedient, head digging into the mattress as his mouth quickly remade contact with you and everything went white. The shuddering and burning hot coil unraveling inside of you as Spider-man just held you tight and worked you through it.

Feeling your body easing as the tension subsided, eyes opening to see him stood back above you. His hand came up, wiping his chin and reaching out to your mouth. He nodded his head towards the hand and you stuck your tongue out to run along his palm, doe-eyes never leaving his face.

The ragged moan that escaped him was heaven as his other hand came to pull his mask back down. That first hand dove into the waistband of his suit, fisting the hardened length that pressed so eagerly against the spandex suit. 

Shuffling yourself back up the bed, you kept your legs parted to make space for your hero as he knelt onto the bed. Drawing the bottoms of his suit down just a bit to expose himself to you, your eyebrows immediately furrowed and your lower lip went back between your teeth.

Long fingers shot out to release your lip. “Cut that out.”

Doing as you were told, you watched the way he stroked himself before you as he got closer to you. Knelt in between your legs, cock in his hand as he looked over you in all your glowing glory. His free hand ran along the front of his mask before he gestured to your upper half.

“Get that off, let me see all of you.”

You nearly made some smart-assed quip about how “rich” that was coming from the masked man between your legs. Nearly. But the smarter part of your brain remembered how good this man had you and suddenly you were biting your tongue and tossing the bra over his head.

He let out a choked groan, hand speeding up as he tugged at himself and looked down at you. This should’ve been degrading, and maybe it was, but maybe that’s exactly why you liked it.

This was not the side of Spider-man you were used to. He was friendly and light-hearted, always flirting but always joking and shooting away on a web before you had a chance to react react. You didn’t think you’d see the day where his hand was firmly planted on the mattress beside you, leaning over your body as he stroked himself for you.

You weren’t complaining, just glad you finally got to see it.

Reaching your hands down between the both of you, you wrapped your hand around his cock and gently twisted your fist around him. You heard a hiss emit from behind the mask, hips bucking into your grasp as you touched him.

“Come on, Spider-man,” You didn’t mean to sound so needy. “I need you.”

Swatting your hand away from him, he retook hold and dipped his hips until he was able to run the tip along your slit. Dripping for him, he collected the wetness and used it to advantage as he pushed into you. Your mouth dropped open, heading tipping back as your chest opened with a sigh.

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t you feel like heaven.”

Out of everything you’d learnt about your neighbourhood protector, the fact he had the dirtiest mouth on him was about the biggest surprise. Every fucking word that passed his lips was enough to have the butterflies taking flight in the pit of your stomach.

He began to cant his hips towards you, rolling them up against you as you slung an arm over his back. Your nails dug through the material of his suit, allowing you to feel every peak and ridge of the muscled surface. Spider-man’s face dropped into the crook of your neck, quiet moans of your name filtering through for your ears only.

Picking up his speed, his angle allowed him to rut directly against your sweetest spot without even trying. He knew exactly what he wanted to do, how to do it, and how to drive you fucking mad in the process. Your back continued to arch perfectly for him, right into the curve of his front. One of his hands dropped to splay between your shoulder-blades, holding you up and holding you close.

Other hand gripped onto your bed-spread, he used it for leverage to get even quicker in his thrusts. The hammering of his hips making your head tip back in the throes of it all, exposing your throat.

“The mask,” Spider-man huffed. “Lift my mask.”

You shuffled it back up to his nose to expose those god-forsaken lips again. They immediately connected with the column of your throat, tongue running a long stripe before his teeth nipped at the gentle skin. His perfect coordination was turning you inside out, his mouth and his thrusts never faltered as he alternated between his methods.

Feeling him shift beneath you, he was tipping you both backwards. Even in the motions of falling, you never felt fear, you knew that you could rely on his hold to have you tight in his grip. Still kneeling, he placed you down against his thighs until you were already rolling your hips against his. His lips found your own, molding perfectly and tongue back to slipping straight against yours.

His hands came to hold your waist, pulling you up and against him, showing you exactly how he wanted you riding him. The moans tipped off your lips like song, there was no way to keep quiet when he took one hand down between you and rubbed his thumb against your clit.

Straight from your mouth and into his, you moaned incoherently for him. Drawing back and tipping his forehead against yours, undoubtedly watching where the both of you met at your hips, he answered your lust-filled cries.

“I know, I know,” He cooed, lifting his hips for you. “Feels good doesn’t it, sweetheart?”

Gripping tight on his shoulders and throwing your head back in a cry, you nodded pathetically. Unable to accurately formulate words that could even scratch the surface of how he was making you feel, you settled on a broken “Spider-man, please.”

It was enough to have him throwing you back down into the mattress, giving you no time to adjust as he immediately hammered his hips into yours. That was it for him, watching the way your face contorted and the smallest tears of pleasure slipped onto your cheek bones.

His head came back to that familiar spot in the join of your neck, lips covering every span of skin that he could find. Your hands gripped onto him, muscles locking up tense as you knew you were about to break apart for him.

“I can feel you, go ahead and come for me.”

That was all it took, your voice got caught in your throat as you felt the orgasm roll straight through you. Spider-man sat back to watch you melt for him, to writhe beneath him and call out his name as he steadily fucked you through the motions.

It took over him, completely consumed him until his hips were stuttering against you. He gripped tight on your thighs, head dropping to his chest as he fought it off long enough to speak.

“Where do you want it?”

It was like the words left you before you could even think. But you were watching him through your lashes, lip between your teeth as you hummed “inside, please.”

He growled, downright growled as he lent forward to take your lip from your teeth, hand drawing back to slap your cheek gently as he came for you. Head dropping and landing against your chest, between your breasts and your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

His whole body wracked with shudders as you felt him fucking his seed deeper into you with the pressure of his high slowly dissipating. You lay there beneath the weight of him as you felt yourself come back to your senses. Spider-man was ever the gentleman, getting up to pass you a random t-shirt as he tucked himself back into his suit.

Readjusting his mask, tugging his gloves back over his hands and standing before you, he took one more moment to look over you with the glow that he’d given and the gentle marks he’d left behind.

He stepped back towards your window, leaning against it as he spoke. “You know, it’s my duty to serve the city.”

“Yeah, I’m aware?”

“So as a citizen, if you ever need a service, you know who to call.”

This man fucks your brains out, has you writhing on the bed but can still make the heat rise to your cheeks with a few words.

“Thank you, Spider-man, I’ll make sure I do.”

As he pulled the sash of your window up and stalked onto the fire escape, your eyes darted from your side table and back to him. You met him at the window, leaning your head out to catch him.

“Do you have my panties?”

“Sorry, gotta’ go - I’ll bring ‘em back next time!”

He jumped straight off the fire escape and soared down into the night. For good measure, you threw a sentiment out into the air.

“You better!”

As you turned away to head to bed for good, you swore you heard a voice rip through the sky.

“So there will be a next time?”