#read another post on it and jesus.
how did we spend nearly five months bashing andrew dabb for not understanding the characters only for someone to go "don't worry, ill fix it 😌" and somehow manage to make it even worse in ways the writing team would never even think of
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man lemon demon fics are fucking weird :)))))
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Smut ask game! Number 7 👀👀
#7: “You want your [object] back? Make me.”
Title: Make Me
Warnings: Dubcon, Spanking, Brat!Reader, Dom!Bucky Barnes, Aggressive Bucky (lmao)
A/N: GOD I LOVE THIS PROMPT LMAO. Omg as soon as i got this this EXACT scenario popped into my head and i knew it was the one 🤣
This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! Minors, DNI! Enjoy 😘
Summary: You confront your inconsiderate new neighbor.
You sat straight up in bed, staring blearily around the room.
“Wha’ time’ssit?” You mumbled, rubbing at your eyes as you groped for your phone, lost among your sheets and pillows. You groaned loudly as another apartment shaking THUMP vibrated through your bedroom, and finally you felt the cool glass of your phone under your fingertips. You winced as the bright light blinded you, and you cursed, almost dropping it.
“What the fuck is he doing now?” You groaned. Your newest neighbor—newest pain in the ass, more like—had begun remodeling. You weren’t sure what he could be doing at three-oh-fucking-eight in the morning, but that had to be it. Another loud bang had you sitting back up in bed, and you threw the pillow angrily across the room. Before you’d realized it, you were shoving your feet into your ratty blue slippers, and marching across the creaky floor.
Three-oh-goddam-motherfucking-eight, you thought venomously, stalking single mindedly through your kitchen towards the front door. You’d been more than lenient when it came to your rather reclusive neighbor—when he’d moved in in the middle of the night, furniture banging up the stairwell. When he’d boxed your car in for four hours, forcing you to take a taxi to work—after leaving a polite but firm note on the windshield of his bike—you’d been understanding then, too. And it had helped to run into his cute blond friend leaving his apartment, who asked if maybe you might look in on his insular friend from time to time.
But it was three-sweet-fucking-jesus-oh-eight in the goddamn morning, and you had to be up for work in four hours—you didn’t have it in you to be tolerant, not when—THUMP!—you’d barely gotten enough sleep as it was. You tore open the door to your apartment, glaring down the hallway hatefully.
You clenched your fists, before taking a deep breath and knocking on the door labeled J. Barnes. You waited with baited breath for a few minutes before you knocked again, this time louder. Finally—finally—the banging stopped, and you heard an irritated sigh from the other side of the door.
You scoffed. Unbelievable. You glared at the door incredulously. He wasn’t even going to open the damn door to talk to you after making enough noise to wake up the whole block?!
“It’s 3:08 in the morning, would you mind not hammering on the wall?” You snapped, placing your on your hips. “Some of us have to work in the morning.” You could hear the sound of the door chain being unlatched, and you stepped back a little as the door swung open.
Oh my god. He leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over his muscular chest. You swallowed audibly, forcing your eyes to stop traveling down the light dusting of hair just below his navel. Instead, they found the welted, angry skin connecting what looked to be a Stark-level prosthetic to his shoulder. You licked suddenly dry lips. You hadn’t actually seen your neighbor before, though if you’d known he was built like goddamn Hercules, you might have been more inclined to keep a civil tongue in your head.
“What’s the problem?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at you. You hoped like hell he hadn’t witnessed the momentary departure of all of your brain function. You cleared your throat.
“It’s um, it’s late.” You stammered, cursing yourself. Get it together girl. “And you’re being really loud.” He held a hammer loosely in his metal hand, a testament to the construction he’d just been taking part in. You grew bolder. “Maybe try doing your remodeling during regular hours?” You suggested snippily, crossing your arms. His eyes traveled lower, and suddenly you were painfully aware that you weren’t wearing a bra. You were still in your pajamas, a tank-top and shorts that were probably too small to be decent. You quickly uncrossed your arms, not missing the lascivious smirk that spread across his handsome features.
“See that’s the problem doll,” He said, clearly enjoying the way you fumed at the pet-name. “I work during ‘regular people hours’.” He ran a hand through his hair, and you tried not to lick your lips as his muscles bunched and flexed under his skin. “So you can kind of see my problem.”
“You’re not the only person in the building,” You snapped. “Other people live here too.”
“And you’re the only one complaining.” He replied easily, and you fought the urge to stomp your foot. It was the lack of sleep making you tired and irritable, you already knew this, but his flippant attitude certainly wasn’t helping. You wanted to scream, but you held it in—barely.
“Look. It’s 3:08 in the morning, and—”
“—AND you’re making it impossible for me to sleep. My bedroom is right behind…whatever the hell you’re doing in here.” You continued, ignoring his snide interruption.
“Poor thing,” He grinned wolfishly at you, his eyes tracing the outline of your breasts hungrily through your shirt. “I’d hate to keep you out of bed.” Your face heated, and you sputtered at him.
“J-just keep it down, okay?” Your voice came out shrill and squeaky, and you winced, turning on your heel. “Some of us are trying to sleep!” You started back down the hallway towards your own apartment, feeling his eyes on your back the whole way.
You slammed your door harder than necessary, and made your way back to your bedroom, your heart pounding a little harder in your chest when you realized that only about three feet of wall separated you from your hot—irritating—neighbor. You laid back down in bed, pressing your face into the pillows.
“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.”
You threw yourself back out of bed, forgoing even your slippers this time as you marched back down the hall. You banged on his door again, all semblance of patience gone. He opened it, smirking down at you.
“Yes?” He had the hammer in his hand again, held loosely against his hip. You said nothing as your hand snaked forward, snatching it from his fingers. He was surprised and you used it to your advantage, speeding back down the hall and locking your door as he stared at you, open mouthed.
“Poor thing,” You said mockingly, tossing the hammer onto your counter. He could have it back when he could be responsible with it, goddammit. Until then, you would be keeping it in your custody until Mr. J. Barnes could prove that he wasn’t a threat to your nightly rest. You heard him shuffling down the hallway to knock on your door rather forcefully—but you ignored him. He knocked another time, before you heard him curse loudly on the other side of the door.
“Open up, doll.”
You yawned loudly. “I don’t think I will. I’m actually about to head to bed, so…” You drawled, smirking triumphantly at him through the peep-hole. “Maybe you should too.”
“Very funny. Now open up and give me my tools back, doll.”
“Goodnight, Mr. Barnes.” A heavy thump shook your apartment, and you yelped with surprise—he’d pounded his fist heavily against it.
“This is all very funny,” He growled lowly, in a voice that told you he didn’t actually think it was funny at all. “But I’m serious now. I want my shit.” You scowled. He was the one who’d woken you at the asscrack of dawn with his very un-neighborly racket, and promptly refused to quiet down. You weren’t just standing up for yourself, no—you were making a stand for the twelve other tenants in the building too.
“You want me to give your hammer back?” You hissed through the wood. “Make me.”
The sound of splintering wood was ringing in your ears as his metal fist came easily through the thick wood of your front door, wrapping around the handle as he unlocked it. The door swung open, hitting the wall with a loud bang as you gaped at him. “Y-you can’t—!” His nostrils flared as he looked at you, sprawled on the floor in front of your—now useless—door.
He grabbed your wrist, tugging you to your feet. “Gettin’ real tired of you telling me what I can and can’t do, sweetheart.” He growled, crushing his lips to yours. You gasped in surprise, and he drank the sound greedily, groaning against you. “Fuckin tease—s’this what passes for clothes now?” His hands found your ass, gripping it tightly through the paper thin fabric of your little shorts. You squirmed against him, moaning low in your throat. He delivered a stinging slap to your ass, groaning when you yelped against his lips.
“Shhh,” He said softly, massaging the sore spot he’d just left with cool, metal fingers. He kicked the door shut behind him, walking you further into the apartment. “You’re a real fuckin’ brat, aren’t you doll?” He asked cupping your chin with firm, gentle fingers. You shook your head defiantly. You weren’t sure how this had gone from a disagreement with your neighbor about his after-hours noise level to him punching a hole in your door and then marching inside to deliver the hottest kiss of your life, but here you were. You could feel embarrassing slick gathering between your thighs, and did your best to ignore it.
“N-no! And you need to leave,” You said hotly. “Before I call—” Another sharp slap made you cry out, jerking in his arms. “Ow!”
“Bratty little girls don’t make the rules,” His voice was a low rumble in your ear. “I do.” You sucked a sharp breath into your lungs as he walked you backwards toward your kitchen table. You hated him ordering you around—and more than that, you hated how wet the calm, firm delivery of each command was making you.
“You’re the one breaking into people’s apartments,” You snapped, struggling in his grip, the warm metal whirring as you flailed. This was crazy—you were crazy. You should have been screaming down the building; calling the building manager, calling the cops—but you didn’t. His blue eyes were locked on your face, and you were almost afraid to meet them.
“Only because you stole from me.” He pulled out a chair with his free hand, seating himself. The world flipped on its head as he grabbed you, turning you face down over his lap. Your belly hit his thighs and the wind rushed out of your lungs, leaving you in stunned silence. He clucked his tongue at you as his hands began unabashedly moving over the exposed cheeks of your ass. Your shorts were barely managing to help you retain even an inch of your modesty, and you shivered as cool air moved over the damp spot of cloth covering your pussy. He groped you unabashedly, massaging the cheeks of your ass with slow, satisfied movements, as though he had all the time in the world.
“I didn’t steal from you—” You protested, but your complaint was cut off with another resounding slap that you heard before you felt it. “Ow—stop that!” You whined, kicking your legs uselessly as you tried to wriggle off of his lap.
“You want another one for lying, sweetness?” He asked, his voice low and gravelly.
“I’m not—” SMACK. “Fuck! Stop it!”
He soothed the sting with cool, gentle circles of his metal hand. He ran his fingers through your hair affectionately, wrapping a curl tightly around his thumb before releasing it.
“Now doll. You’re never gonna learn manners if I don’t punish you when you break the rules.” He spanked you again, and the pained cry that tore from your lips ended in a strangled moan. Your face heated, and you pressed it against the leg of his joggers to hide it. You could practically hear the grin dripping from his words. “Oh baby, I think you liked that one.” He chuckled, his fingers dipping between the throbbing cheeks of your ass.
“I don’t need my loud neighbor to teach me manners—hey, no, stop—!!” Your protests came too late, and his cool fingers slid wetly against the swollen lips of your cunt. You were glad that in this position, you couldn’t see the smug, knowing expression you were sure graced his handsome features.
“No?” He asked mockingly, dragging his fingers up and down your slit to collect as much of your wetness as he could. “Could have fooled me.” Your cheeks burned with humiliation, even as your pussy clenched hungrily. He slid one, thick finger into your wet heat, groaning softly. “Fucking tight, too,” He cursed. “Gonna stretch you open on my cock, brat.” He curled his finger inside you, slapping your ass again lightly with his other hand. “Nothin’ to say, huh? Figured you’d shut that smart fuckin’ mouth when I got my hands on you.”
You wanted to tell him to fuck off, that he had no fucking idea what he was talking about—but currently your mouth was busy hanging open, your eyes squeezed shut as he alternated between slipping his fingers into your eager pussy, and laying quick, stinging blows on the soft flesh of your ass. You could feel his hard cock pushing into your belly through his pants, throbbing hotly against you as you squirmed. His calloused thumb circled your clit and you whined, pushing your hips back into his hand. He flicked it and you jerked, burying your teeth in his calf. He hissed, gripping your ass hard with his free hand.
“Fuck.” He hissed under his breath as his cock pulsed against your belly. You grinned, but your pleasure was short lived as he delivered a series of harsh spanks, forcing you to cry out. You pushed at his legs, hitting at them uselessly as he held you still, his fingers still damp with you.
“Looks like nobody ever gave you a proper spanking, sweetheart,” He growled. “But I’ll fix that.” You howled with pain, uncaring if any of the neighbors heard you. When you were sobbing softly against his leg, your pussy soaked and twitching, he righted you, spreading your legs across his lap. “You ready to be good for me, doll?” He asked, tilting your chin up for another kiss. You nodded breathlessly. He reached for the waistband of your shorts, the now warm metal humming against your skin as he tore them easily. He bit his lip at the sight of you, scrubbing a hand down his stubbled chin. “Fuck.”
He didn’t bother taking off his joggers, just sliding them down far enough for the fat head of his cock to spring out, slapping against his stomach. You clenched, suddenly aware of how achingly empty you were. “You want this dick, sweetness?” He asked, tugging your top down to expose your breasts. You nodded eagerly, your eyes flicking up to his and then back down. You reached for him, your hand wrapping around the base and working up to the tip. He grinned. “Then you better ask real nice.”
You swallowed thickly. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Not good enough doll. Try again.” You pouted at him. He slid the head of his cock against you, and you hissed, sucking in a sharp breath.
“Can you please fuck me, Mr. Barnes.”
“Mmm, I like that. Say it again.”
“Please fuck me, Mr. Barnes,” You moaned as he pushed the head of his cock against you, popping it just inside. He cursed, throwing his head back as his eyes slid shut.
“God fucking damn.” He fucked up into you, expletives falling continuously from his lips as he helped you ride him. “So good,” He grunted, his fingers tightening hard on your hips. “Should’a done this weeks ago.” You felt so full, and his hands were everywhere. Ghosting over your back, tweaking your nipples and slapping your already sore ass. You already felt heat building in your belly, tension forcing you to move your hips faster, angle him deeper—and he grabbed your hips, pulling your down hard against him. He swore, pulling you off of him.
You only had time to moan once in complaint before he bent you over the table, kicking your legs apart as he fisted his cock with his other hand, lining himself quickly back up with the tight hole he’d just been occupying.
“Shi-it,” He groaned as he slid in slowly, not stopping until his hips were pressed tightly against the curve of your ass. He fucked you hard, hard enough to shake the little vase of flowers from your table and send it crashing to the floor. Your eyes rolled in your head as your pussy clenched hard around him. So close—
“You gonna cum, baby?” He asked, his hand sliding up your spine to cup the back of your neck, pressing you harder into the table.
“Oh fuck,” You mewled, nodding. “Yes, yes, yes—” You clamped down around him like a vice, fresh wetness coating his cock and the table beneath you as you came harder than you could ever fucking remember—right on your kitchen table. His cock was twitching, his hips still moving against you as you felt answering sticky heat coat your insides. He pressed his forehead to your shoulder, his lips moving silently against your skin in what you could only assume were either praises or curses.
He pulled out of you reluctantly, and it took every ounce of your strength to turn around and look at him, your head still fuzzy. He sat heavily back down in the chair, dragging a hand across his sweaty forehead.
“So…” You asked, trying and failing to stand straight on your still shaking legs. “What’s, um… your name?” You asked, and he laughed.
“I hope you’re good with that stupid hammer, Bucky,” You panted. “Because you’re gonna fix my door.”
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Tabletalk Devotions with R.C. Sproul
Duration: 365 days
The Unforgivable Sin
Matthew 12:24–32 “Whoever speaks a word against the Son of Man will be forgiven, but whoever speaks against the Holy Spirit will not be forgiven, either in this age or in the age to come” (v. 32).
Of all the teachings of Jesus, perhaps none troubles us more than His warning about blaspheming the Holy Spirit. When reading today’s passage it is only natural to ask, “What is the unforgivable sin?” and, “Have I committed it?”
Many in church history have identified the unforgivable sin as divorce, adultery, or another grievous sin, or they have said God will not forgive those who do even one evil deed after baptism. That so many options have been suggested illustrates the complexity of Matthew 12:24–32. We must, therefore, humbly approach the topic of the unforgivable sin, aware that we cannot be too cautious when applying today’s verses. Let us also note that even heinous sins are forgivable. Christ pardoned Peter for denying Him (John 18:15–27; 21:15–19). David repented and was forgiven for murder and adultery (2 Sam. 11:1–12:15a). Paul was made an apostle even though He once persecuted Jesus (Acts 9:1–19).
The meaning of Matthew 12:32 is clearer when we consider the passage in its totality (vv. 22–32). Even though they should know better, the Pharisees attribute Jesus’ exorcisms to the power of the Devil (v. 24). This is absurd since it is irrational for Satan to cast out his own minions and tear down his own kingdom (vv. 25–26). Moreover, if Jesus exorcises demons by the Devil’s power, then the followers of the Pharisees who do the same must also be acting under the Adversary’s influence, a deduction these scholars cannot endorse (v. 27). These teachers inconsistently accuse Jesus of being in Satan’s thrall while seeing God at work among their own students. Stubbornly and persistently, the Pharisees are attributing the work of the Holy Spirit in Christ’s ministry to the Devil.
Dr. R.C. Sproul says the unforgivable sin is blaspheming against the Holy Spirit by calling Jesus a devil after being enlightened by that same Spirit. According to John Calvin, we commit such sacrilege “only when we knowingly endeavor to extinguish the Spirit.” There can be no salvation if the work of the Spirit is knowingly rejected. This act reveals a heart so hard that repentance is impossible (Heb. 3:7–19). Ultimately, as Augustine says, “It is unrepentance that is a blasphemy against the Spirit” (Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers, Vol. 1, 6:325).
CORAM DEO: LIVING BEFORE THE FACE OF GOD
Pastors both past and present agree that a person who worries that he has committed the unforgiveable sin has not really done so. Those who do the unforgivable act are so calloused that they do not care about their spiritual state and therefore will never be troubled by the possibility that they have gone too far in their wickedness. Matthew Henry comments, “Those who fear they have committed this sin, give a good sign that they have not.”
For further study:
The Bible in a year:
2 Kings 12–14
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The pleasures of Eid-ul-Fitr
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The pleasures of Eid-ul-Fitr
he Review of Religions, April 1992
This religious celebration is observed on the day following the last day of fasting which is observed daily by all able-bodied Muslims from dawn till sunset throughout the Islamic month of Ramazan. It is a day of much rejoicing and happiness especially by those fortunate persons who observed the fasts and reaped the spiritual fruits of this holy exercise in accordance with the directions of God in the Holy Quran.
Fasting has been prescribed in one form or another by all the revealed religions of the world. The Bible tells us that Prophet David declared ‘I humbled my soul with fasting’ (Psalms 35:13) and we read in the New Testament that ‘the disciples of Jesus and the Pharisees used to fast’ (Mark 2:18). We are also told that ‘Jesus fasted forty days and forty nights’ (Matthew 4:2).
One does not only feel happy on Eid-ul-Fitr because through exercising self-discipline one has successfully complied with the commandment of God to observe the fasts, but also on account of a feeling of spiritual exhilaration which glows within the heart and soul.
No doubt on Eid-ul-Fitr much pleasure is derived from wearing new clothes, meeting friends and relatives and eating specially prepared food. These are all ways of celebrating the occasion. The main event, of course, is the religious service when one offers prayers and listens to the inspirational address of the Imam on relevant matters concerning the significance of the occasion. As the main purpose of fasting is to develop righteousness and self-purification (Quran 2:186) the most attractive garment one should be wearing is the one mentioned by God in the Holy Quran:
The raiment of righteousness – that is the best. (7:27)
The real food one should be enjoying is the spiritual nourishment acquired during the month of fasting.
Eid-ul-Fitr should remind one of many lessons learned from fasting and which, during the holy month of Ramazan, one should have endeavoured to keep in mind and to have practised. One of them is the offering of one’s morning (Fajr) prayer before sunrise and also of the offering the efficacious pre-dawn prayer (Tahajjud) which is highly recommended. One realizes that it is not too difficult to arise early and offer these prayers at the proper time. If one can discipline oneself to do so during the month of fasting then it is not impossible to do so during the other months of the year also.
The purpose of taking medicine is to combat and cure an ailing condition and when it takes good effect one wants to maintain one’s improved condition. Likewise when one reduces weight after a course of dieting one wants to maintain one’s lower weight and similarly one wants to maintain one’s improved physical condition after completing a course of exercise. After completion of the holy month of fasting one is able to gauge one’s improved spiritual condition as a result of one’s devotion, conduct, prayers and divine favours received during that period. On Eid-ul-Fitr one should reflect one’s condition of spiritual improvement and resolve not to lose what one has gained but rather, not only to maintain it, but press forward to even higher spiritual development through righteous conduct, prayers and seeking the Grace of God.
This is the spirit of Eid-ul-Fitr.
source Editorial on Eid-ul-Fitr | Islam Ahmadiyya (alislam.org)
The Love That Jesus Taught Us
A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another. – Jesus Christ – John 13:34
Love is innate to all of us. We love everyone that is good to us. Also, those who love us. But do you think it is still loving if you let others continue to live worldly lives?
Today’s devotional reading is from the 1st Letter of Paul to Thessalonians 4:9. Please, read our recent devotional from the Book of Zechariah 4:6: Not By Might Or Power, But By The Holy Spirit (link please)
Jesus love and taught us to love
God is love. And with that, we know as His creations we are taught how to love. Paul pointed out to the Thessalonians that they know how to love, for they have received it through the teachings and study of the scriptures. This is the same for us. Moreover, we are shown how to love through the Scriptures. The entire context of the Bible is evidence of God's love for us. Jesus emphasized this as well, as written by the Apostle John in John 13:34.
How you share the love of Christ with others?
There are lots of ways how we can share the love of Christ with others. The most important form is to let others know about His sacrificial love on the cross at Calvary. When we share this with others, we show that we love them because we present them with the reality and gravity of our sins.
Our sins block us from accepting Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior. And when we do not accept Him we will not achieve eternal life with Him and the Father in heaven. In simple words, when you do not tell others about our sinfulness, you are letting them walk in the road that leads to eternal damnation. And that is not a sign of your love towards them.
This is the time for your journaling. Reflect on these questions. Ask the Holy Spirit to test your faith and your walk with Christ.
Examine yourselves, whether ye be in the faith; prove your own selves. Know ye not your own selves, how that Jesus Christ is in you, except ye be reprobates? — 2 Corinthians 13:5 KJV.
Who are the people you love?
Do they love you back?
How do you define love?
What are the ways you show your love for others?
Have you accepted Jesus and His sacrificial love for all? Accept Jesus Now.
What are the ways you show your love to God?
Reflect on the instances when you forgot or omit to point to others the way to Jesus? How do you feel?
Take the Good Work that we have done on Earth
What Do You Know About Your Heart's Desire?
How Strong Is Your Conviction On The Gospel Of Christ?
Loving God, fill my heart with the love that you freely give. Make love my first and last thoughts. May I love others and freely give to them. Make my spirit a spirit of joy, happiness, and love for both my friends and my enemies. Help me love as abundantly as you have loved me. Amen.
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The scriptures. May God bless the reading of His holy word.
All who were sitting in the Sanhedrin looked intently at Stephen, and they saw that his face was like the face of an angel.
“Now you have betrayed and murdered Him—you who have received the law that was given through angels but have not obeyed it.”
When the members of the Sanhedrin heard this, they were furious and gnashed their teeth at him. But Stephen, full of the Holy Spirit, looked up to heaven and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing at the right hand of God. “Look,” he said, “I see heaven open and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God.”
At this they covered their ears and, yelling at the top of their voices, they all rushed at him, dragged him out of the city and began to stone him.
Acts 6:15, 7:52-58
This ends today’s reading from God's holy word. Thanks be to God.
Yesterday, you’ll remember how we looked at parallels between Jesus’ ministry and the ministry of His apostles after His ascension. It was obvious through how the apostles were treated collectively and it was true on a very personal level, especially in the case of Stephen, one of the seven men elected by the people to assist the apostles in addressing the social needs of others.
In part one of this four part series, we saw how Stephen found disagreement with a group of Jews called the Synagogue of the Freedmen who, unable to bring any legitimate charge against him, instead fabricated lies which got him hauled before the Sanhedrin for trial. Of course, we can go back to Jesus and see the Jewish religious establishment did the same thing to Him.
Well, as we move to the second message in this series, you’ll notice there is a bit of a hole in the scripture passage as we jump from the final verse of Acts 6 to the fifty-fourth verse of chapter 7. There is a lot of historical context presented by Stephen in between as he testifies before the Sanhedrin which we’ll be looking at as soon as this series on parallels concludes but for now, we want to refocus our attention on the way Stephen was handled by the Sanhedrin and how it modeled Jesus’ treatment.
After declaring his historical manifesto, we see Stephen, whose face was like an angel per the scriptures, declaring the truth that none of the Sanhedrin was willing to accept, that they had been responsible for first betraying and then murdering Jesus, the very Messiah the prophets had told about since the days of old. Through his words, Stephen surgically exposed the sins of the Jewish religious leaders who routinely disobeyed the parts of the law they urged others to maintain. Such was the hypocritical nature of their ministry work and Stephen, like Jesus before him, was calling them out for it.
We go back to Jesus’ time before the Sanhedrin when He said this:
“But I say to all of you: From now on you will see the Son of Man sitting at the right hand of the Mighty One and coming on the clouds of heaven.” Matthew 26:64
Which led the high priest to tear his clothes and hurl the following questions at those present, those who formed the jury of what were unjust proceedings:
“He has spoken blasphemy! Why do we need any more witnesses? Look, now you have heard the blasphemy. What do you think?”
“He is worthy of death,” they answered. Matthew 26:65-66
Now, let’s fast forward to Stephen who concluded his survey of Jewish history by saying:
"Now you have betrayed and murdered Him—you who have received the law that was given through angels but have not obeyed it.”
And in response, an angered Sanhedrin council gnashed their teeth at Stephen only to see him look up to heaven, see the glory of God as well as Jesus standing at His right hand, and then say the following by the power of the Holy Spirit:
“I see heaven open and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God.”
It was all too much for an already furious group of Jewish religious leader. We read where they covered their ears, yelled at Stephen at the top of their lungs, and then proceeded to drag him out of the city to commence stoning him.
Like Jesus, the Sanhedrin was unwilling to listen to the truth and their only solution for silencing those who failed to agree with them and their ways was to murder the opposition. It was truly a biblical cancel culture of the worst order, self-admitting godly men committing or instigating unholy murder and violating one of God’s most fundamental commandments by doing so.
Did I mention there were many parallels between Jesus life and His followers in the first seven chapters of Acts?
Tomorrow, we’ll look at yet one more similarity. I hope you’ll return for that message then.
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»Can you stay still, I don’t want to mess this up!« Atsumu growled behind you, holding a strand of your hair up while simultaneously mixing the dye.
You rolled your eyes. »You wouldn’t struggle so much if you would just let me mix it, you know?« you muttered, hands already reaching for the little bowl.
»Nuh-uh!« he exclaimed »I told you, I‘d help you so let me do this«
Sighing you leaned back again. »Sure. Just let go of my hair and mix it properly or you‘re gonna make a mess«
Atsumu snorted but complied after all.
A couple days ago you mentioned to him how you wanted to dye your hair. You didn’t even know why, you simply had this deep desire to do so.
»Alright. Tell me what color and I‘ll dye it for you« Atsumu immediately said. He somehow seemed more excited than you about this, since he was the one to grab your arm and practically drag you to the next drugstore.
And now you sat in his bathroom, a towel draped over your shoulders with Atsumu standing right behind you. His eyebrows were furrowed as he parted your hair after finally mixing the color together in a small plastic bowl.
»Good« the setter sang, looking into your eyes through the mirror »Let‘s do this!« You took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a second before you nodded.
Calm down. It’s no big deal. It’s just hair.
Atsumu was more than careful. He was observant and careful as he slowly applied the paste to your hair, starting rom the ends and slowly moving to your roots, always making sure to reapply some if needed.
Just as he finished the first few strands you stared getting doubts and started fidgeting in your seat.
What if it didn’t look as good on you? Was it even the right color? Jesus, what would your friends say? Would they like it?
Hell, what would Atsumu think?
»Baby. Stay still« he commanded »I know you‘re nervous and that’s alright, but if you keep fidgeting so much, I‘ll mess up and it’s gonna look horrible. You should‘ve seen Samu the last time I‘ve helped him with his hair« The blonde snorted. »I’m pretty sure he wanted to kill me right then and there«
»Wait, you‘ve send me a picture that day, right?« you suddenly remembered »Didn’t he have more dye on his shirt and neck than on his hair, right?«
You two bursted out laughing.
Atsumu took another strand in his hair, coloring it. »But still, he let me fix it. Basically I had to run to the store at night just to grab some more dye. On the way back it was raining and I forgot my keys so, yeah, Samu got his revenge« Atsumu continued.
You remembered that very vividly. Not only was it late, but Atsumu caught a cold after that. Being the stubborn and determined person that he is, he blankly refused to acknowledge that he was sick and wanted to train just like usual.
Thankfully Kita was there to scold him and send him home.
»You can’t deny that you didn’t like me taking care of you, Tsumu« you said shrugging.
He chuckled. »No, I can’t. No complaints here, angel«
The setter‘s eyes never left your hair as he continued to color it, still maintaining a lighthearted conversation with you, which stopped you from fidgeting to much and after many more minutes, you heard him sigh in relieve.
»You got a lot of hair, you know?« he remarked, smirking at you. »C‘mon, we gotta wait some time and then we‘re gonna wash it out, alright?«
Atsumu leaned over, placing a small peck on your lips. His hands found their way on your hips as he continued speaking. »My angel‘s gonna have beautifully colored hair and then we can match« He started giggling.
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Gunshots where going off all around you, but all you could do was run. You had nothing to protect yourself with, not even a fucking stick for Christ sake. There was banging and crashing all around you, as if the whole building was falling in on itself. You needed to find Natasha.
As if the lord above where listening to you, Nat came running from the other end of the hallway you were in, spreading a smile across your face that was quickly dropped when you saw what she was running from. The Hulk. The fucking Incredible Hulk. In his state of rage, he was barging through everything, literal walls breaking down in his wake, nothing stopping him, nothing slowing him down. You stopped and pushed yourself up against a door, waiting for the right moment. Just as Natasha was opposite, you dragged her towards you, pushing the door open and falling in a ball of limbs into the room behind. It took her a second to recover, picking herself up on her elbows to look at you, breathing heavy and eyes wide with terror.
“If you tell anyone about the state I’m in, I’ll have to end you myself.” She joked, making you let out a breathy chuckle. Was she seriously joking at a time like this?
“What’s going on?”
“Clint and Selvig, they’re under Loki’s mind control. They just came at us out of nowhere. I sent Thor after Loki to make sure he doesn’t get out.”
You winced at her words, making Natasha’s eyes narrow. She knew you knew something.
“What.” It wasn’t a question, but a demand.
“Loki got out.”
“And how would you know that.” She sat up, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I think that’s a question for another day. Right now, Thor is locked in that cell and this building is about to collapse around us.”
Just as you said that, the walls began to crumble. You grabbed Natasha’s hand, pulling her to her feet as you ran through the room, dodging the falling ceiling and heading for the stairs. God, how you wished you had some crazy super powers right now.
“We have to get Thor.” You said, heading back down the stairs towards the cell. Surely enough, he was still there, smacking his hammer against the glass in attempt to break free. Natasha ran to the board, pressing a sequence of buttons before the locks lifted and the glass door slid open.
“Come on, Blondie, we’ve gotta go!”
You managed to escape just in time, the whole building collapsing around you as you ran for the exit. When you were out, it was just as bad as the inside.
“He opened the portal.”
It was if there was a gaping hole in the sky. Weird caterpillar looking monsters flying out. Where you dreaming? Was this shit actually happening?
“Come on!” Natasha grabbed your hand, pulling you towards her car to head straight into the battle field, because that’s totally where you wanted to be. Right smack bang in the middle of THAT.
Why the hell did you sign up for this?
She handed you a gun, locking eyes with you, sending every bit of love she had inside her into your eyes. You didn’t know whether you liked it or not. Was she reminding you she loved you or making sure you knew it just incase something happened? Either way, she was out the car and you followed close behind. People were screaming in the streets, running for safety in every direction.
You were in the middle of a war, wearing leggings and a crop top, armed with one gun.
The team got to it straight away. Natasha chucked something at you, and when you opened your palm you saw an ear piece. You put it in and began to hear everything the team were saying, keeping connected to each other no matter where they were. You saw Tony up in the sky, the rest down below with you.
“I’ve got eyes on Loki.” You heard Nat’s voice, following her view as he flew the weird flying caterpillar around in the sky.
“We’ve got to close the portal!” Steve shouted, and you began to figure out where it was.
“How?” You asked, not understanding a single thing of what was going on. Is this really the shit The Avengers had to deal with?
“Loki’s Scepter. Get him, get his scepter, close the portal.” Nat told you, making eye contact as you his behind a car for cover. You looked back to the sky, trying to find the God of mischief once again. He was stood on the top of a building. Perfect.
You ran, ignoring everyone’s cries for you to stay down.
“What is she doing?!”
You knew what you were doing. You were going to trick the trickster. No one tried to destroy your world.
You were in the building Loki stood on, waiting for the elevator, refusing to take the stairs for the whole journey up.
“Hi Loki!” You waved at him as you finally reached the roof, making him spin in shock.
“Y/N?! What are you doing here?” His face said it all, he definitely was not expecting you.
“They brought me out here, didn’t want to leave me in the crumbling building, you know? And there’s loads of shooting down there, thought I’d be safer up here!”
You look around at the sky and then down below as you walked up to him, gun hidden in the back of your leggings.
“So... whatcha doin’?” You rolled back and forth on your feet, smiling the same smile you’d gave him earlier. He simply laughed, shaking his head at you before summoning one of the ugly caterpillars his way.
“Daddy issue stuff.” He climbed on top of the beast, scepter tucked by his side.
“Wow, can I come?!” You put on a face of pure shock, a wide smile to look amazed by what was in front of you. You saw a flash of doubt in his eyes before he laughed again.
“Fine, little one. But only for a moment!”
“Y/N don’t you dare!” You heard through the earpiece.
You climbed on behind Loki.
“Y/N I swear to god!” Oh you were in trouble. But not as much as Loki, which eased your mind slightly. If you could get the scepter, you could close the portal, and that’s all that mattered.
“You okay back there, little one?” Loki turned slightly to try see you as he flew the freaky thing, seeing your smile of pure joy. It actually was quite fun! Other than you know, the murder, shooting and chaos all around. You heard a shot from behind you making you duck your head down low. When you turned, you saw Natasha on one of the ugly flying caterpillars right behind you, getting closer by the second.
“Oh, oh. I’m in trouble.” You muttered, loud enough for Loki to hear.
“Don’t fret, little one.” That being said, he shot up higher into the sky, dodging the building last minute and spinning in the opposite direction. Should you have really got on the back of this thing? You looked down to see Natasha right below you.
“Sorry Loki, gotta go.” You patted his shoulder and stood up quickly, grabbing his Scepter before jumping.
“You better stay catch me Natasha.” You almost cried as you fell through the sky. The wind was nearly knocked out of you when you landed, thankfully not on the floor, but on the beast Natasha was flying.
“That was cool as fuck.” You heard Tony laugh through the earpiece.
“Hi, babe!” You smiled, getting a look of pure rage in return.
“As impressed as I am, I am furious.” You couldn’t keep the smile from growing on your face, and you could see hers creeping too. You let out a laugh before kissing her cheek, making her real smile come through.
“Get that to the tesseract, I’ll get Loki.” She told you as she flew you to the ground, letting you land on your feet before you ran to the portal. What now?
“What the fuck do I do now?!” You looked between the glowing box and the scepter, cluelessly.
“Push it closed!” Nat shouted back in your ear. Yeah, ‘cause it’s so obvious...
You jammed the fork in, pushing with all your force to try and close it.
“Hold your horses.” You heard Tony throw piece, stopping your attempts to see him flying up towards the portal holding a nuke. Holy. Shit. Before you could reply he was gone, disappearing into the black hole. Was he coming out? He had to right? He had to!
“Tony?” You spoke but earned no reply. Natasha ran to your side, eyes wide at the scene above.
“Come on, Stark.” You heard her mumble, and knowing that she was worried, worried you even more. You couldn’t lose him. Not like this.
“Close it.” Natasha said.
“What no, he’s-“
Tears in your eyes, you jammed the scepter back into the box, finally stopping the beaming blue light and shutting it off. You couldn’t look. You couldn’t watch as he didn’t return. It was Natasha’s sign of relief that finally made you open your eyes again. Looking up, you was Tony falling through the sky, pummelling towards the street below.
“He’s not slowing down. GUYS! He’s not slowing down!”
Out of no where, Bruce, or should you say the Hulk, flew forward, grabbing Tony as he clung to a building, tearing the walls as he fell with speed. You watched as he slung himself backwards, hitter the floor in a crash. You ran to the scene, Natasha on your heals just as Thor tore of Tony’s mask. He wasn’t awake. Eyes shut, not moving.
“Tony?” You said in a tiny voice, choking back the tears that dared to shed from your eyes.
“Come on. Wake up, you stupid idiot.”
He didn’t move.
“Wake up!” You screamed at the man in metal in front of you, holding on to his hand as if it were going to wake him.
Natasha was interrupted by the raw that came from Bru- the Hulk, shocking Tony’s eyes wide open as he gasped for air.
“Oh, thank god!” You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, falling back and holding your head with the hand that wasn’t in his.
“Well, that was something.” He coughed out, slowing lifting himself to a sitting position. You all looked around, seeing the distraction of the city you lived in. That was going to cost a pretty penny to fix...
“So... Did I just help save the world?”
The team let out a queue of laughter at you question, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah, but we’ll be having words.” Natasha gave you a look, a look that said ‘you’re in deep shit’, but her smile never left her face, showing how proud she was of you.
“What now?” You asked, looking at the team around you.
“Anyone hungry? I’m starving.” Tony replied, sending you a cheeky smile as you raised your brow at him. The man just basically left earth and died and now he’s hungry?!
Considering the building you once all lived in was now gone, along with everything inside it, you all headed to your old restaurant, ready to end the night with some good food before you figured out your next move. It was far enough away from the chaos to not have been effected.
“Hi Taylor!” You smiled at him as you entered the building, The Avengers right behind you. He smiled at you before it dipped and grew bigger at the sight of the hero’s.
“Y/N! It’s been ages! What can I do for you?” He stepped up to you, not so sneakily sparing glances to your friends, your family.
“Food. Saving the world build up one hell of an appetite.”
“Near death situations get me peckish.” Tony chirped in behind you, making you roll your eyes at his joke, though knowing him he probably was not joking.
You took a seat round the large table, taking in the sight in front of you. The Avengers, your family, looked like shit. Everyone was dirty, their clothes covered in dust and blood. Their faces had cuts and bruises from the fighting and shrapnel that flew around them. Tony, Thor, Loki, Bruce (yes, Bruce, not the Hulk) who wore a a T-shirt and shorts that some kind civilians gave him, Steve, and Natasha.
Ah, Natasha. Even when her hair was messed up from the battle, a small thin cut by her brow with dried blood around it, covered in claret and muck, was still just as beautiful as ever. How did she do it?
“What are we going to do about him?” Steve nodded towards Loki, who sat beside you silently, hands cuffed in front of him. You gave him a look of apology, you didn’t want him to feel betrayed by you for some reason. You actually think you saw him as a friend, something you would not be announcing to the group.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered to him as you touched your foot to his leg beside him to get his attention. The team were discussing where they could keep him locked up, unable to do any more damage than he’d already done.
“Don’t worry, little one. I know.” He gave you a smile. A real smile, not a fake one, not a trick. You could see it in his eyes, he really meant that.
“We can go to my holiday home. It has enough room for us all for a while. And we can keep... him, in the basement.”
The idea of locking Loki up in the basement of a house did not sit well with you, then you remembered it was Tony Stark, and his basement was probably equivalent to a normal persons living room.
“We still need to talk.” Natasha whispered in your ear, sending a freezing cold shiver down your spine. You did not look forward to that. Before you knew it, she was dragging you by your hand to the other side of the restaurant, where no one was around to hear the upcoming conversation. You glanced back to the team, eyes full of worry but all they done was chuckle at your terrified state.
Thanks guy, really helpful.
“What were you thinking?!” Natasha let out as soon as you turned to face her. Oh, she was mad.
When she said you were going to have words, she really meant it.
“I was thinking ‘do whatever it takes to save the world’” You shrugged back, regretting the action as soon as you done it seeing the flame behind her eyes ignite.
“You could have been hurt! Or worse, killed! Did you think about that?!”
“No, I was thinking about making sure no one else got hurt or killed!” You admitted, and some part inside of you warmed at the words. You were talking like a true agent of SHIELD.
“What if I lost you, huh? What would I do then?” You could hear the hurt behind her words, her mind probably going back to seeing you lying in a hospital bed. You stepped forward, taking your hands in hers, and looking deep into her eyes.
“Don’t you remember? It’s me and you, always. I’ll never leave you.” You grinned, watching as the anger left her eyes and her tense stance deflated. You’d won her over, and she pulled you closer to her, wrapping her arms round you like you were the only thing keeping her alive. You breathed her in, carving this memory into your brain so you could never forget it. You loved how protective she was.
“Come on, I’m hungry.” You pulled back, giving her a quick peck on the lips before smirking and leading her back to the table. You saw something in Loki’s eyes as you sat back in your seat beside him.
“She’s off limits. You fuck with her, you fuck with me.” You mumbled as you tilted closer to him, pretending to itch your ankle as you spoke. When you looked back up, he was giving you a genuine smile, and you knew he was silently agreeing with your statement.
“I would never, little one. I would never hurt you.”
You let yourself sit back with a sign, slowly tuning in to the conversation the rest of the team were having beside you.
“Oh, you’re in it deep. She has you wrapped round her finger.” Thor laughed, looking at Natasha before looking at you and grinning. Oh, boy.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise today was the day you wanted to die, Blondie.”
You had to literally pin Natasha to her seat, sending a glare Thor’s way telling him to shut up before she really did kill him. Natasha hated being seen as weak and vulnerable, and teasing her about her relationship was possibly the biggest grave anyone could dig themselves.
“Are you all going to behave while I put in our order? Can I actually trust you to not kill each other?” You asked, a serious question. Steve and Tony were glaring at each other again. Natasha’s eyes were sending out a look that could kill straight to Thor. Bruce was just watching the scenes play out, and Loki was smiling at the ruction. He must really love it when people fight, being the god of mischief and all that.
With a huff, you left them, pushing up off your seat to go to the bar. What a day. ￼
“Just give me seven burgers, they’ll get what they’re given.” You laughed to Carly. Seeing her sweet smile made you miss her even more than you realised, she had always been such a good friend to you.
You forgot it had been half a nearly year since you’d set foot in the place. It made you realise that you’d been with Natasha for almost 8 months. Damn, that was a long time! Though no one knew anything of it for half of that time. But you couldn’t be happier with your new life. It was if you were a whole new person, again. Your mental and physical health had never been better, and you were saving the world. Not bad considering you were a drug addict only a few years back. Who would’ve thought you’d be where you are now?
You glanced up for a moment, silently thinking about how proud you’d of made your father today, even if you had been a little reckless.
“So, you’re an Avenger now?” Carly raised a brow with a smirk, nodding towards the group who sat behind you bickering. You looked down at yourself, your lovely grey leggings covered in black dust and your use to be favourite white shirt now ruined.
“I wouldn’t go that far, but I do work for SHIELD.”
It was as if they all had super hearing, as you heard a throat clear behind you, and when you turned you saw them all giving you warm and proud smiles.
“No, Y/N. You fought along side us and you saved the world. You are an Avenger.” Tony told you, giving you a look that you could only describe as the look a father would give their child when they’d done them proud.
You were an Avenger.
A/N: Again, I know this isn’t how it originally goes in the film! I had to make it fit, I’m sorry! Don’t hate me...
A little bit of a longer wait for chapter 16, my working hours have increased and quite frankly my love for writing and reading is keeping me up til stupid o’clock in the morning. I’m working on 7 hours sleep in the last 72 hours. I’m surprised I can even spell half the words right at this point✌🏻MUCH LOVE💕
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Emotions Can Be Intense
Not more than 5 minutes ago I read a post that was getting a lot of people fired up. The topic of the post has been a “hot” topic over the past little while, and it has caused a lot fo dissension as people feel obligated to express thier opinion(s) on the topic...and we all know that opinions, like personalities, everyone has at least one.
As I read through some of the comments I found myself half riled up. I, too, have an opinion. There were some responses written that I completely disagreed with. There were others that I was mostly in agreement with. Multiple times I was getting prepared to “enlighten” some of those that I did not agree with, and refrained, as I do not want to be part of a growing problem.
What got me, though, is that there were responses that some folks got personal. I don’t mean that they lashed out and made it offensively personal, instead, I mean they pushed back the curtain and let us see a glimpse of their life, and if we took a moment to look, we could see WHY they were of the opinion that they were. And these moments were the reason(s) why I refrained. Our emotions are super hard to deal with sometimes. When something happens to us, and we are still feeling the sting of the hurt...our emotions tend to get the “one-over” on us. AND, if it’s hard to deal with our emotions, HOW MUCH MORE difficult is it to deal with someone else’s emotions?
When I am already feeling defensive, and someone comes at me with a differing opinion than me; they could be right...but I am not in the place to hear it. I first gotta get my emotions in check. It is truly interesting how much our emotions will lead us. If we “feel” strong enough, we will bypass logic and critical thinking, and be completely led by our emotions to do things that we normally would only think about, but not put actions behind it. And, an even bigger problem is that that we will feel completely justified in doing this.
James 1 The Passion Translation
19 My dearest brothers and sisters, take this to heart: Be quick to listen, but slow to speak. And be slow to become angry,
20 for human anger is never a legitimate tool to promote God’s righteous purpose.
21 So this is why we abandon everything morally impure and all forms of wicked conduct. Instead, with a sensitive spirit we absorb God’s Word, which has been implanted within our nature, for the Word of Life has power to continually deliver us.
Another great verse is found in...
Hebrews 12:14 The Passion Translation
In every relationship be swift to choose peace over competition, and run swiftly toward holiness, for those who are not holy will not see the Lord. 15Watch over each other to make sure that no one misses the revelation of God’s grace. And make sure no one lives with a root of bitterness sprouting within them which will only cause trouble and poison the hearts of many.
We definitely have an enemy, but it is not each-other. We must gain control OVER our emotions, refuse to allow the enemy of our soul (you know, the one that is only comes to steal, kill, and destroy) to have any foothold in our lives, and intentionally walk in love. Because I know this is not easy, I PRAY FOR YOU!
I PRAY that according to Ephesians 3:16-19, out of His glorious riches He may strengthen you with power through His Holy Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in HIS LOVE, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge – that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.
I PRAY that according to 1 Thessalonians 3:12-13, the LORD (”God of Covenant”...aka: “promise keeping God”) make your love increase and overflow for each other and for everyone else. That He strengthen your hearts so that you will be blameless and holy in the presence of our God and Father when our Lord Jesus comes with all His holy ones.
I PRAY that according to Numbers 6:24 - 26, the LORD bless you and keep you; and makes His face shine upon you, and be gracious to you! The LORD lift up His countenance upon you, and give you peace.
I PRAY for WISDOM according to Proverbs 4:6 - 7, for HARMONY according to Colossians 3:13 - 14, for COMPASSION according to Ephesians 4:32, and for PROVISION according to Philippians 4:19.
And MOST OF ALL, I PRAY that according to Philippians 1:9 - 11 and Matthew 28:19 - 20, your love may abound more and more, with knowledge and all discernment, so that you may approve what is excellent, and so be pure and blameless for the day of Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ, to the glory and praise of God! And that from now until eternity, wherever you go, you make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. That you teach them to faithfully follow Jesus, and all that He has commanded us, being the reflection and revelations of Jesus, with HOPE and LOVE, to the whole world until He calls us home. AMEN!
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“Johnathan Winters Accidentally Glued His Cat To The Floor...” and I lost it.
I had a good chuckle. Sometimes you need that to pull yourself back out.
This morning, just before 10am we had yet another, all-company meeting. Complete with video, presentations and music as we wait for others to join; this time it was R.E.M. The organizers of the meeting like to play music while they wait for everyone to join. I can roll with the R.E.M.
What I can’t roll with are the folks that consistently forget they are on camera and mic… I have seen and heard things that have left a scar.
So, as I belly up to the computer (camera and mic are off) for another LoveFest between the popular kids, I start writing my blog post.
On a good front we are told, our company is very fiscally-secure. I mean, billions. BILLIONS. Not that any of this has translated to a wage increase… but today I am earning another day’s pay. I don’t reach too far past that these days.
The meeting gets out 7 minutes early, so I can continue to save the world. And, so goes Tuesday.
Early this morning was my Doctor’s appt. to have Snap, Crackle and Pop (my knees) checked out, finally. Been having some issues and thought while I still have insurance, I’d better investigate. They sent me over to Xray, where a very nice and very patient person handled the photo shoot.
Ever have one of those days where you just can’t process directions?
“Go ahead and lay face down”. Mike lays on his back. “No, face down…” Ah. Face DOWN. Click.
“Now, roll over on your left side…” Mike frantically tries to check his shoes for which is left and right.
“Now, move your left leg out behind… no, your left. LEFT. No, your LEG”.
Sigh… bless her, she was very kind. Watching the Aged fall apart is not easy.
Another HUGE rainstorm a little while ago. I keep hoping, like in the dream sequence from The Wizard of Oz, I will see Mozelle go floating past my office window, rowing a bathtub.
Jesus/Trump sign: still down.
Fucking Grinning Squirrel: Still up.
There’s A First Time For Everything
Summary: What started out and Jared and yourself teasing Jensen quickly get's heated when you both learn that Jensen has never had sex with another man before.
Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Smut, M/M Smut, Anal, Oral (male and female receiving), Threesome, Fingering, Use of the term "boy pussy", Annoyed!Jensen, Embarrassed!Jensen, "Virgin!Jensen", Dom!Jared, Daddy!Jared, Hint of Sub!Jensen, Crack, Teasing, fluff if you squint. This is pretty much just filth, I'm not sorry.
Written For: @spnkinkbingo
Square Field: Boy Pussy
Word Count: 2274
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Jared Padaleckie
A/N: This is my first J2 Smut fic, so be nice lol. This fic is also completely unbeta'd, so all mistakes are mine! Feedback is golden! Please do not copy my work! I hope you all enjoy this one!
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“I’m sorry,” Jensen said suddenly, scrolling through his phone with a mildly disgusted yet confused look on his face, “but boy pussy?”
Jared snorted a laugh into his beer, and you swallowed so big of a gulp of your own that you nearly choked on.
“It’s not funny,” Jensen said, tossing his phone down on the couch next to him and shuddering slightly as he did so before bringing his beer up to his lips.
It was a typical Saturday night in Austin, Texas. Gen and the kids were out with her parents, who were down visiting, and Jared had invited Jensen and yourself over for a beer to keep him company while they were gone. So far the evening had been fairly quiet, but Jared had fallen down the fanfic rabbit hole and was reading aloud a fic that a fan had posted to tumblr just to make Jensen squirm in his seat, knowing Jensen’s distaste for the whole fanfiction bit.
You honestly hadn’t laughed so hard in your life.
“Oh come on Jay,” you chided, jabbing him lightly with your elbow. “You’ve never heard of a boy pussy?”
“No, for your information I haven’t,” Jensen said, still slightly creeped out and peeling the label off of his beer bottle.
“Sounds to me like our boy Jensen here still has his V-card,” Jared teased, and Jensen got up harshly to throw away the empty beer bottle and grab another. He was going to need something a whole lot stronger if this conversation continued in the direction it was clearly heading.
“As a matter of fact, yes, I do in that department,” Jensen grumbled, flopping down on the couch next to you. “And I’ve never exactly planned on changing that.”
“Oh come on Jay, you mean Steve hasn’t fucked that tight little boy pussy yet? All those late nights the two of you stayed up together writing for the album, drinking -”
“Jesus would you quiet saying that fucking word!” Jensen all but yelled, sending yourself and Jared into a fit of giggles. “And no, Steve and I don’t see each other that way thank you very much, fucking pervs.”
“You know, I think it makes him so uncomfortable because he’s secretly curious about it,” you stated, earning a death glare from your boyfriend. “I bet when he’s by himself on those long ass shoots in Canada he’s experimented if with nothing but his fingers or a toy. Quarantine can get pretty boring after all.”
Jensen’s face turned beat read, and he tossed a pillow square at your face. “Not you too? Seriously? I’ve never done anything like that before. That is completely untampered territory.”
You laughed at him wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and kissing his cheek lightly to calm him down. You were pretty sure he was lying or he wouldn’t have gotten so embarrassed, but you weren’t about to call him out on it. That was just cruel.
“So you mean to tell me you’ve never fucked another man?” Jared questioned, sitting his own beer down on the coffee table in front of him.
“No, I haven’t,” Jensen answered shortly.
“So all those rumors about you and Jared -”
“Where complete and utter bullshit,” Jensen finished for you. “Come on! He’s like my brother! That’s weird!”
“I can’t fucking believe it,” you stated in earnest, “two hot guys, living alone in the same house together. Literally spending more time together than most married couples, and it never happened between you two, not once.”
“Nope,” Jared said, kicking his feet up on the coffee table and throwing his hands behind his head, stretching out his long, muscular body as he did so, and showing off a peek of his tummy that you didn’t miss the fact that your boyfriend’s eyes traveled too.
“Well, why the hell not?” you questioned, grabbing your own beer and finishing it off before tossing the bottle at the trash can.
“You are the only female I know that would actively be attempting to get your boyfriend to fuck his best friend while in a relationship with him,” Jensen said, chuckling to himself to hide his own embarrassment, his cheeks still slightly inflamed.
“She just wants to see me destroy that little virgin boy pussy of yours Jay,” Jared stated matter of factly, and you nearly fell off the couch in a fit of hysterical laughter.
“For the love of fuck would you stop saying that word!” Jensen growled as you sat up trying to catch your breath, Jared still bent over laughing in the chair, wiping tears away from his own eyes as he did so.
You teasingly ran your hand up Jensen’s inner thigh over his jeans until you reached his crotch, surprisingly finding an impressive bulge there when you brushed over his cock.
“I don’t know Jay, that boner you're sporting there is telling a whole other story than the one your selling,” you tell him earnestly and if he was blushing before, you were pretty sure his entire upper body turned red with that admission.
Jared cleared his throat as he put his second beer down next to the chair and moved over to sit very closely next to Jensen, his eyes lust darkened and you swear to God your pussy had never been so fucking soaked in your life.
“Well, I mean, we can’t leave our boy hanging can we Y/N,” he said, eyes locked on Jensen’s who was now breathing slightly heavier, but made no move to get away from his friend or you, while you were teasing his erection with your finger over the rough fabric of his jeans.
“I mean, it’s not really cheating if Y/N is here and involved ya know,” Jared stated, and an open shutter rolled through Jensen’s body.
“I...I don’t know guys, this might not be such a good idea. What if Gen comes home, and how will she feel about that?” Jensen asked, motioning between himself and Jared.
“Don’t worry about Gen, we’ve always been in an open relationship and she knows what I’ve always thought about you Jensen.” Jared confessed, his own hand coming to travel up Jensen’s jean clad thigh and you moved to nibble on his throat as Jared’s large hand brushed over Jensen’s twitching, covered cock. “I mean, I’m not blind dude. You’re fucking hot.”
“Come on Jensen,” you pressed, bringing his trembling hand to your aching, pantie covered pussy under your skirt. He didn’t hesitate to move your soaked underwear to the side and find your clit, rubbing slow circles over your bundle of nears as Jared slowly started to undo Jensen’s belt, his mouth so close to Jensen’s throat you could see the goose bumps rising on his skin due to Jared’s heated breath. “It will be fun, baby.”
Jensen let out a low moan as Jared freed his swollen length from his jeans, pumping him slowly in his hand.
“Yeah Jay,” Jared said, running his tongue over the shell of Jensen's ear as Jensen sank two thick fingers into your quivering cunt as you watched the scene unfold before you. “Let us make you feel good. You’ve been working really hard lately, why not do something for yourself for once? Let Daddy take you somewhere you’ve never been before.”
Jensen’s hips bucked upward as Jared slowly pumped him in his hand and you nibbled your way from his throat to his ear as he fucked you with his fingers.
“All you gotta do is say you want it baby,” you tell him, moaning as his fingers press deeper into that spot only he ever seems to be able to find.
Jensen’s mouth widened as Jared's mouth traveled down his throat, licking and nipping at the sweat tanged skin. Your fingers making quick work of the button down shirt he was wearing as your lips found his in a heated kiss, not breaking it until Jared’s mouth lowered over his leaking tip, giving him a few kitten licks that had him moaning and fisting the back of the couch.
“Tell us what you want Jensen, What do you want Daddy to do to you,” Jared questioned before swallowing Jensen’s whole cock to the hilt.
“Oh Fuck,” Jensen yelled, eyes widening as his hips involuntarily bucked up to meet the heat of Jared’s mouth as he began to bob his head on Jensen’s cock and your pussy squeezed Jensen’s fingers at the sight in front you. “Please.”
“Please what baby, use your words,” you tell him, nipping at his kiss swollen lips, running your finger nails down his heaving chest.
“Fuck me,” he finally relented, throwing his head back and giving you access to his throat, his legs twitching under Jared’s administrations and Jared came off of his cock with a lude pop. “Please, fuck me Jar.”
You made quick work of undressing Jensen and yourself as Jared momentarily disappeared into the guest room, coming back out with a bottle of lube in his hand and completely naked, cock hard and standing at attention at his sculpted stomach.
“Distract him sweetheart while I open up that pretty little boy pussy of his, get him nice and wet for me,” Jared said, and Jensen moaned as you shoved him back on the couch and took his length in your mouth, sucking and licking him as Jared placed a generous amount of lube on Jensen’s tight hole, teasing him with the tip of his fingers.
“Gonna be so fucking tight Jay,” Jared said as he slipped a finger inside of him, working it slowly until he was knuckle deep and pressing into Jensen’s prostate, pumping him and opening him up to a second long finger. “You’re gonna feel so good.”
The taste of precum was getting stronger, and Jensen’s thighs where so strained that you could see every vein in his muscular legs as he strained to hold back his release, perfect white teeth sank deep into his lower lip as he whimpered and rutted himself into Jared’s fingers, already needing more.
“Look at him Y/N, he’s already wanting more,” Jared said, and you hummed as you popped off of Jensen’s dick.
“Then give it to him Jared, it’s rude to leave a man waiting like that.”
“Get on your back,” Jared instructed you, slapping Jensen’s inner thigh and making him yelp as he pulled his fingers from his clenching ass hole. “Jensen get on your knees and present for daddy like a good boy while you eat that pretty little pussy she has for you there.”
You moaned as you watched Jensen get up on his hands and knees, looking back over his shoulder momentary at Jared’s cock before bringing his lips to your pussy, licking lightly at your swollen bundle of nerves before eating you out in earnest. Jared waited, watching, pumping his cock with lube as he watched Jensen feast on your pussy and your fingers tangled in Jensen’s hair while one hand massaged your aching breast.
When he thought Jensen was thoroughly distracted in his work Jared finally lined himself up with Jensen’s glistening hole, and when he started to press into him Jensen moaned loudly against your cut, sending shock waves of pleasure through your cunt.
“Feel that Jay,” Jared moaned as he bottomed out and Jensen continued to eat at your pussy until your legs were shaking around his face. “So fucking tight, bet that feels so full doesn’t?”
Jensen moaned in response and pressed his ass back into Jared's lap, causing Jared to chuckle darkly before he started to trust hard into Jensen’s ass, fucking him in earnest as Jensen nearly lost concentration on your cunt, reaching for his dripping cock as Jared’s dick pounding mercilessly into his prostate, but Jared slapped his hand away.
“Eat your pussy bitch and let me worry about fucking mine. You’re gonna cum untouched tonight.”
Jensen moan and attacked your cunt, making the coil tighten in your stomach as you watched Jared fucking Jensen until all of you were moan and shaking.
Jensen came first, triggering Jared’s release, and you swear to god the sheer sight before you had you coming on Jensen tongue as he panted, letting Jared slowly fuck him through their release until he pulled out slowly, and Jensen practically fell onto the couch next to you, both of you panting like you had run a marathon and Jensen’s body rocking slightly with aftershocks.
“Fuck,” Jensen breathed, wrapping his arms around you as Jared retrieved a wash cloth to lean Jensen up with. “That was...intense.”
“You sure you're okay Jay,” you asked him as he closed his eyes and whimpered as Jared gently cleaned up the mess left behind on his body.
“Oh yeah, I’m good,” he said, eyes shining and heavy with exhaustion from coming down from his high. “I can’t believe I waited that long to try that.”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything. I’m just glad I was here to see it,” you tell him, pecking his lips lightly before helping him dress.
Jared returned from the guest room fully dressed and carrying more beer. Passing one to you both before sitting in the chair he’d occupied earlier. “Gonna have to read fanfiction to you guys more often,” Jared said, chuckling to himself, gonna make a regular cock slut out of Jensen before long.”
Jensen groaned loudly and covered his face in mock embarrassment.
You couldn’t wait until the next get together, things were sure to get heated again, and you now where thinking of all kinds of fun stuff to try with your boyfriend and his best friend.
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Spiralling into a vortex
Another trigger warning. This time. It's my turn to be in trouble. So like my previous post, don't read it if you're in a particularly sensitive position. Without a further ado.
P.S the triggering stuff is under the keep reading bit.
I managed to get some extensions cause damn, this has taken a lot more out of them than just 'ha it was a weekend, get over it' type thing.
So, after a visit to see my dearest partner - which was brief and abrupt I had a mental breakdown. I'm still trying to act like everything is fucking a-ok, in reality it's not and I'm just not brave enough to face him and my demons, well actually I am but my demons are a lot worse, persistent but not deadly. His death on the other hand, the possibility of it. Jesus I don't even want to comprehend it.
I've decided of right now he's being put in the backseat of priorities because if I don't start looking after myself, there will be two graves. So his friends are taking charge, just like how mine are keeping me sane and from doing anything dangerous. Anywho I digress:
Ended up at my local mental health youth service and well, spent 2 hours in there pacing, crying, talking and wondering if a 9/10 on the unalive ranking warranted to ending my own life. Came out of it feeling 2/10.
Ate some dinner, got halfway and am well now I'm suffering serious nausea and stomach pains that I've gotta say, feel like I've been stabbed, I have not been stabbed but my body seems to think so because just moving hurts, sitting hurts and ha is it possible to tear a muscle from crying?
Suffice to say I'm falling apart.