#but I don't count it as a sin against the series when it's done so often and that's what it's referencing

[princess-of-the-corner]

Mha hated costume: Toru literally only has a pair of boots and gloves

Yeah it's not even really a costume like give her something at least damn

[violetsiren90]

New Rules | Don't pick up the phone.

Table of Contents: Teaser (Prologue); Don't pick up the phone; Don't let him in

Pairing: f*ck boi!Jisung x f!Reader; Jisung x Minho

Genre: choose your own adventure; drabble/vignette series; angst and smut; f*ck buddies; college/post grad

Summary: Jisung has had you wrapped around his finger for the last half-decade. You know good and well that it's time to move on…but you can never seem to follow your own rules long enough to shake him.

*Based on the lyrics of "New Rules" by Dua Lipa

Content warnings: 18+ (minors, dni) Explicit smut; toxic relationship; partying (alcohol and marijuana usage); characters commit sexual acts while partaking in controlled substances; sexual frustration; masturbation; fantasizing; flashbacks/backstory; lust and resentment; possessive Minho; dom Minho/sub Jisung if you squint; voyeurism; hand job; orgasm

Word Count: ~1600

Author's Note: Well, here we go! This is gonna get messy. Thanks to your poll responses (thank you so much for voting!!) we have a Minsung plot line. The next poll will be at the end of the drabble. I hope you enjoy this sinful little indulgence! ❤🔥

As always, if no one has told you today, please know that you're loved, and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone.

Your heart hammers in your chest as you watch your phone buzz beside the stove. A groan escapes your lips as you let your head sag between your arms, outstretched to clutch the cheap, white tile of your kitchen countertop.

You’re wet just from seeing his name scroll across the caller ID.

Pushing away from where the device continues to ring out, you press your fingers to your temples and screw your eyes shut.

No. This has to stop.

The sudden phantom sensation of a pussy drunk tongue laving lazily over your swollen clit has you shuddering violently. As your eyes snap back open you shake yourself, stripping off your sweatshirt, suddenly hot.

The phone begins to buzz again, but you retreat into your bedroom, shutting the door as you lay against the cool softness of your comforter. You know what needs to be done…or rather, you know who absolutely cannot be, and your dominant hand has already begun to breach the the waistband of your leggings. You can feel him, smell him, taste him. You chest heaves.

You hold the onslaught of unholy memories at bay as your fingers brush over your mound.

Unfocused gaze aimed at the blades of the ceiling fan as they cycle hypnotically, your mind reaches for an image you’ve recalled and pushed away countless times. Your lips part as your fingers find your warmth. It was the moment that had sentenced you to the madness, an erotic and hollow awakening. You could see it now, as if three years hadn’t passed.

…Jisung.

Han Jisung was a fruit that hung from the tree in the center of the garden. One that many thirsted to taste. You ran in very different circles when you first met, sophomore year of undergrad. He was living life in the fast lane and you were diligently working your way through a six-year education plan. And yet, you became something like friends in the minutes between two and three pm on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He would drop by the student success center for assistance with business economics, though you rarely talked about that, and amongst the textbooks and index cards and vending machine nourishment, you discovered him.

You found him to be different than he presented in a crowd, especially his typical one. He was shy and sweet and silly with an unbelievable amount of intelligence that he carried around like a key he hadn’t found the lock for - something that kept him awake at night and brought his nails between his teeth. When he wasn’t subdued by a quiet reserve, he wielded his boyish good looks and a charisma that could be harnessed at will with nearly total recklessness, and you fell no less a victim to his cheeky charm than the rest of the student body.

Of course, you’d known of him before he’d sat down at your tutoring desk that first day. Everyone did - and not a few in a way that had earned him a specific brand of notoriety. You’d seen them time and again, the passersby who waved and giggled with their friends at the recollection of a mouthful of his cock.

And you’d taken it for another part of his restlessness, the promiscuity - an easy outlet for all of that vibrating, frenetic energy. Until that night.

Jisung was in a punk rock group, and a good one for being so amateur. The five of them, The Maniacs, had established a fair amount of celebrity on campus. He was close with his bandmates, especially one in particular who you’d taken for his best friend - Minho. He talked about him constantly.

Lee Minho was another fruit on the tree in the center of the garden. Devastatingly handsome, his eyes and lips held a kind of cold cruelty that only seemed to sharpen his beauty, and he sang with the voice of a fallen angel. The senior was The Maniacs' front man and walking lingerie department, considering the sheer number of lacy underthings that had been tossed in his direction. Jisung worshiped him, and it wasn’t unusual to see the pair sharing a cigarette in a grassy corner of the quad, casually draped over one another like two cats in the sun.

Jisung lived in his world, and you in yours. Your circles turned with earth and the moon, intersecting and deviating in natural course. And then, on the Thursday before spring break that year, he did something he’d never done before - he invited you to one of his gigs. It was a house party at the vacation home of an old-money alum. You surprised yourself by saying you’d go. Uncharacteristic of you. You didn’t expect to know a soul aside from Jisung, and it meant calling out of your shift at work…but recently, you’d begun to fantasize.

You’d begun to dabble in dangerous and preposterous daydreams in moments between your encounters, and created a little monster he’d fed just enough with the invitation. You were a sensible person as a rule, and tonight you felt like being reckless. Like being indulgent. So you went.

You dressed the part. Did yourself up. Drenched yourself in your roommate’s perfume.

You showed up on the late side, and the band had already been playing when you arrived. He looked glorious strapped to a guitar in a fitted tank top and distressed skinny jeans, glinting silver hoops catching the light at his ears. You smiled at him when he found you in the crowd and he waved. Then, after the set, he found you, handed you a joint, and told you with a wink to save it for after the show.

Your heart pounded the rest of the night.

You watched him tear up the room with the rest of the band. You cheered uproariously. You danced with your drink raised over your head. If it was a dream, you were sleepwalking for all you cared. The more buzzed you became the fuzzier the lines between reality and fantasy began to appear.

You stayed late into the night, as you’d promised. And sometime after midnight, when the majority of the guests had dispersed and those who remained were locked in bedrooms or passed out on cushioned furniture, he found you. He took your hand and tugged you towards the backyard.

From the couch in the sitting room, sprawled out and sweating with smoke wisping from his lips, Minho watched.

Jisung led you out to the pool, and you both sat on the edge - you with your calves dipped into the cool water as he sat cross-legged beside you. He lit the joint, and you passed it back and forth as you talked. You talked like you always did, but with something new hanging in the air, an energy that had you humming with anticipation beside him. He was so relaxed. You wondered if it was the weed. You hoped it was you. And then he looked at you like he did in your daydreams and his eyes dropped to your lips.

Then his phone chimed.

Glancing at it he sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he stood and told you he’d be back in a minute. So you waited. And waited. Then you pulled your feet out of the pool, picked up your heels, and went to find him.

You didn’t have to look far.

The moonlight was streaming through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the wall facing the expanse of the yard and across the sitting room, casting the bodies of sleeping party-goers draped over chairs and loveseats in the cool marble of its illumination. Everything was silent and still - so the soft, desperate groan from the couch on the far side of the space was enough to pull your eyes to its source.

You sucked in a breath, your lips parting and mouth going dry as the scene before you seared itself onto your retinas like an obscene tattoo.

Minho was seated low on the cushions, the black leather of his shapely legs splayed wide to accommodate Jisung. The younger man sat in his lap, his back to Minho’s chest, skinny jeans pushed down his thighs while the older man methodically stroked his exposed cock. Jisung’s eyes were screwed shut, his features contorted in ecstasy - mouth hanging open as he whimpered and gasped.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away…and then you saw his. Minho’s. 

Gleaming and dark and full of a lustful wickedness, they locked you in their gaze over Jisung’s shoulder. As he watched you he began to twirl his wrist, tugging Jisung’s cock in torturous circles as he twisted and pumped so that it began to weep from its tip. Minho’s lips curled up in a sensuous sneer.

You should have run. You should have turned around and shut the door on everything. But you were hazy on weed and liquor and you swayed, frozen where you stood, as you felt a sticky dampness gathering at the gusset of your panties. It was the most arousing and gutting thing you had ever seen.

Minho’s left hand raised to snake around Jisung’s throat, two lithe fingers pressing at his pulse point. Jisung jerked and twitched over him, as if trying to restrain himself from writhing under the ministrations of Minho’s fist. It was intensely lewd, how naked he looked in all his clothes with his belly and cock and the tops of his thighs exposed to Minho’s touch. The zipper on the sleeve of the singer’s leather jacket kept time like a tinkling pornographic metronome as he jerked his bandmate closer and closer to oblivion.

Your pulse pounded in your pussy as you watched your friend’s face twist in carnal euphoria, hips jerking erratically as his white cum surged over Minho’s hand to drip over his bared tummy and hips.

You watched Jisung. Minho watched you.

Your eyes snap open and you pull your sticky fingers from your folds, crying out in frustration as your climax eludes you. Rolling over, you rip open your nightstand drawer to grasp for a vibrator.

The toy buzzes you brutally over the edge.

Your phone has stopped buzzing in the kitchen.

~To be continued~

[cherrycola27]

afterglow

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol and drinking. Military inaccuracies. Allusions to and smut. Friends to lovers. Mutual pining. Unrequited love. Minors DNI. 18+. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 2: Who Burned Us Down

There were exactly three defining things that you knew about your relationship with Jake Seresin.

One, you two were one of—no—the best pilot and WSO team that the Navy had seen.

Two, Jake knew every little thing that made you tick. He'd been able to play your body like a fiddle ever since the first time the two of you slept together in Lemoore.

Three, you couldn't keep doing this with him. It was wrong on so many levels, but it felt so right.

"Jake, inside, now." You panted out before disconnecting your lips from his. He nodded wordlessly before climbing out of your car and following you inside. You slipped out of your wet clothes and left them in a pile by the door before ascending the steps to your bedroom without a thing on.

Jake stood there in the doorway, watching your naked form glide up the staircase. Halfway up, you turned and looked at him over your shoulder. "Well, are you coming or not, Jacob?" You asked him before continuing your climb. He'd never striped so fast in his life.

You laid down on your bed. The crisp white linens enveloped you as you propped up against the pillows and waited for him. A wicked thought crossed your mind.

You could hear Jake bounding up the stairs, and when he burst through your bedroom door, he was met with a sight that had his breath catching in his throat and him fumbling over his words.

"What's the matter, Jakey? Cat got your tongue?" You asked him innocently. But there was nothing innocent about the sight before him. Your sun-kissed skin standing out in stark contrast to the white duvet that covers your bed, your legs splayed open wide, and the sight of your absolutely dripping center had his head spinning.

"What are you waiting for, Jake?" You goaded him.

Truthfully, he didn't know what he was waiting for. This was a dance the two of you had done many, many times. Each one better than the last. If this truly was his last time with you, which you both knew it wouldn't be, he wanted to make it count.

"What? Can't I admire the most beautiful girl for a few minutes?" Jake says.

"You've already got me naked, Jake. You don't have to try so hard." You shoot back. Jake shakes his head before coming to stand at the foot of your bed.

You look up and him with expecting eyes. He cocks his head to the side trying to decide his next move. Then, Jake grabs both of your ankles and slides you to the edge of the bed like you weight nothing.

He sinks to his knees and loops his strong forearms under each of your thighs.

You meet his eyes, and he sends you a wink before licking a broad stripe from your weeping slit to your throbbing clit.

He wraps his plush lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucks on it before swirling hid tongue around it. It's something that he knows will drive you crazy, and it does.

He repeats the action a few times, and you're bucking up off the mattress trying to grind your core against his face.

One hand clutches the sheets while the other threads through his hair, holding him exactly where you want him.

But you didn't have to hold him there, truthfully, there is no place Jake would rather be than on his knees for you. Licking, sucking, swirling, and tasting you.

He could spend hours like this, drawing out those sinful cries from your pretty mouth, and drinking the sweet nectar that you give him.

Jake buried his face deeper into your core, fucking his tongue into you and shaking his head, causing his nose to bump over your sensitive clit over and over again.

"Jake." You gasp out. "More, please, more." You already sound desperate, and he loves it.

He pulls back and laps at your clit before giving it a harsh tug with his teeth, then laves it over with his tongue.

He uses two fingers to split your lips open for him before spitting on your center and sinking his middle and ring finger into you.

Jake curls them upwards, just how he knows you like it, to find your gspot and massages it over and over again.

His thick digits work in tandem with his mouth, drawing your closer to the edge. Your body feels like it's on fire with the heat of a thousand suns and the cool metal of his Navl Academy searing against you with each stroke of his hand only adds to the overwhelming sensation.

Jake knew that you were close. He knew your body better than any flight plan he'd ever flown. He knew all the signs, the hitch in your breath, the way your nails dug into his skull, the way your walls fluttered around him.

"Can feel how close you are, darlin," Jake drawled out.

"Look at me. I wanna watch you fall apart for me." Jake commanded.

You groaned, and you forced your eyes open. You looked down to meet his. His pupils were blown wide, only a thing ring of emerald green visible around them.

"You always have to show off? Don't you." You gasped as you held eye contact. "Such a fucking exhibitionist." You panted out.

"What can I say? When you're good, you want to show off." He shot back.

"Now cum for me." He told you, and cum for him you did. You arched your back off the mattress and came hard again his face and hands, calling how his name like a prayer.

When he was sure you were sated, Jake climbed on top of you and kissed you breathless. You could taste yourself on him, but you didn't mind.

He lined up the far head of his cock with your slick entrance. He slipped into you with ease and guided your legs over his shoulders as he drove into you with hard, steady, purposeful strokes.

One thing that Jake loved about you was how easy he could get you to cum for him a second time after he got you off once. You were like putty in his hands, and he could mold you how he saw fit.

You were so far gone in your pleasure, you could barely register his praises of how good you felt, how pretty you looked beneath him, how he felt like you were made for him, and how you were such a good girl fir him.

You were so keen on his words. They made you feel special, cared for, loved.

But you knew he would never say that last one aloud.

All too soon, your second high washed over you. Jake fucked you through it, until you were in the blissful afterglow. But you were vaguely aware that Jake hadn't finished.

He stilled his hips and met your eyes.

"You've got one more still in there for me. Don't you, sweetheart?" Jake asked as you came down from your high. He was still rock-hard inside you.

You basked in the post orgasm haze and nodded your head furiously. You'd give Jake anything he wanted when you were like this.

Smiling at you, he rolled his hips into you again, driving into you with purpose, determined to pull a third orgasm from you.

Your breath came out in needy pants, and the only words you could form were broken cries of his name. He looked down to watch how your face twisted in pleasure.

You looked so beautiful beneath him, your hair fanned out across the pillow, your whole body flushed with heat and need. Your skin was glowing from the light sheen of sweat that covered both of you. Your lips were pink and swollen from his kisses, your eyes glazed over with desire, and you wore the most beautiful, blissful smile on your face.

The longer he looked at you, the more Jake could see it. A future with you, a life with you outside of the four walls of your bedroom. He could see the two of you growing old together with kids and a dog, the whole nine yards.

The more he stared into your eyes, the more he wanted to say it. That four letter word was dancing on the tip of his tongue and threatened to come out.

But he couldn't. He couldn't say it, and he couldn't keep looking at you like this. He couldn't watch you look at him like he hung the moon and stars. So, Jake abruptly pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach. He manhandled you onto your knees, pushing your head down and ass up for him.

One hand gripped your hips tightly as the other held firm at the base of your neck. Jake pounded into you ruthlessly as he tried to drive those thoughts out of his head.

You clenched around him, cumming for a third time. Jake groaned as he emptied into you and collapsed on the bed. He paused only for a few minutes to catch his breath before he began his well versed getaway routine.

He had just swung his legs over the side of the bed to get up when you spoke.

You weren't sure what possessed you to say it, but as you floated in that space between euphoria and sanity, the words tumbled out of your mouth. "What if you stayed?"

Jake paused and looked at you once again. It was a mistake, and he knew it. Seeing you like this, in the afterglow of the incredible sex the two of you had just had, made him weak.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he answered you. "Okay, I'll stay." He told you before curling up next to you.

You cupped his face in your hands and kissed his nose. "Thank you." You whispered.

You laid your head on his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heart as he drew lazy shapes on your back. Your eyes felt heavy as you came down from your time with Jake. Soon, sleep overcame you.

Jake laid there, looking at the ceiling, listening to the sound of your breathing. He took in your sleeping form and admired your beauty. You were so fucking perfect that it hurt. You deserved the world. You deserved so much better than him.

As you continued to sleep peacefully in the dark, Jake let the thing he was most afraid to say in the light of day come out. "I love you, Glow. I love you so much, Y/N." He whispered before slipping out of your bed and leaving, just like every "last time" before.

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[aliypop]

If You're Looking For Trouble : Part 1

Word Count: 1,406

Writers Note: This is a limited series requested by @sissylittlefeather

Warning: Language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: It's 1960 and the battle of the mobs is not a crossfire you want to mess with, with Elvis as the Don of the Memphis Mafia finds himself head-deep in insanity over Cecelia Shanel Valmos Don of the Valmos Cartel

Chapters: 1, 2 (coming soon)

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Memphis Tennessee 1960

"You seen the boss lately?" Judy asked as Red shrugged. They were covering for Elvis on an assignment at his Cadilac dealership, Little Tupelo. It was his pride and joy out of all of his covers, "He's still in his meeting." Sonny mentioned as they sighed. It wasn't like Elvis to be late. Besides, he promised Sam Philips he'd be here by 3:30 pm, and it was already 3:28, "Meeting with who?" Judy asked, 

"He didn't say..." 

Beale Street was booming with flashing lights and music, the glitz and glam of sin, a small taste of Vegas, if one could say, but it wasn't enough that Elvis was sitting across from the daughter of one of the most prestigious cartels. "Cecelia..." her entourage of women surrounded her as she glared at him, hazel eyes piercing his soul, "I'm sorry, who's Cecelia... " She turned to look at Rosa and Carlotta as they looked around, 

"Ms. Valmos, you can't buy this dance hall..."

"That's better... Tell me, why can't I..." She leaned in as she laughed, "Cause it was 'sposed to be mine!" rage in his eyes as she grinned, 

"What're you gonna do about it, Presley..." 

"I'm gonna fix you, that's what?" He said behind gritted teeth as she laughed, 

"Fix me...I should have my tailors fix that horrid suit. Who's dressin you, you're underboss Tom." She teased as he banged his fist on the table,

 "Damnit Cecelia! You should know better than to compete with me..." 

"You should know better than to make me a rival..." Looking at her watch as she looked back at him,

 "Why, you little!" a switchblade flew past him, almost grazing his ear. Cecelia was fearless, but Elvis would seek his revenge soon enough. 

"Are you done having a fit, Mr. Presley?"

"I'll show you a fit,"

"Like the one Mr. Philips will have if you don't make it to your little boy toy car lot?"

"How'd you..."

"Please, nothing goes by me except bullets, Mr. Presley..." She smirked as he walked behind her. 

 "Cheryl and Midge will see you out." She looked at him, her dress pressed against her body as her heels clicked on the floor. Elvis wasn't scared, though. He knew what he had to do. He had to make the first move. Elvis had to show her that the Memphis Mafia wasn't scared of a group of women parading intimidation tactics.  

"So, any luck..." Jerry asked as Elvis glared, sitting in his limo as he was silent. He hadn't lost, but when it came to her, he always did. She was always ahead of him, and he needed to know how. "She bought the God damn dance hall!" He growled as Jerry shook his head,

 "Me, Charlie, and Joe will pay our respects to the Paradise Lounge tonight..."

"What's the plan..."

"Watch it go up in flames, I guess." Jerry shrugged, laughing, the game was afoot, and Elvis would win.

Nashville Tennessee 1960

"Are we ready..." Cecelia asked, sitting at her desk as Midge inhaled a sharp breath. Something was usually wrong when she did that. "About tonight, boss..." Midge looked up at her as she turned the radio on, 

"This just in. The beloved cabaret Dance Hall Paradise Lounge found on fire." Cecelia growled, her teeth grinding against each other in anger as she screamed, "FUCKING PRESLEY!" She slammed her hand against the wall as she looked up at Midge,

 "Load my car up..."

"Cece..."

"Fucking load it!" She was in a state of rage, revenge, even. She wanted to get even. And she wanted to do it now, "Are you okay, mi vida?" Carlotta asked as Cecelia laughed, "I'm fine... It's just The Memphis Mob beat me at my own game. I won't have to lie about how the place caught fire." She shrugged as she fixed her dress and makeup,

 "So what are you gonna do..."Rosa asked,

Memphis Tennessee 1960

 A smokey, gas-like smell was lingering down the streets of Memphis as The Memphis Electric Company truck was a blaze along with its building. She knew Elvis loved this place, for it was his first shot. Working secretly with the mob, but he had to learn when you get too close to the sun, you get burned, "That ought to teach him..." Cecelia smirked as she left. But there was one thing that Cecelia didn't know was that news traveled fast in Memphis, and it traveled to Graceland Mansion first, from the maids to the cooks to the boys. 

"E..."

"I know Jerry, I know..." Elvis didn't even look up from his book and his sandwich. He didn't seem phased about it, but he also didn't seem to be at ease either,

 "So..."

"I'll send her a gift..." Jerry laughed. Elvis always had a way with gifts. Sometimes, it was rings to pretty women. and the heads of someone close to his enemies. He couldn't wait to hear about what exactly it was.

"M-Mr Officer... No, no, too cheesy..." Cecelia sighed, fixing her makeup in her compact to look distressed, "Officer!" She practiced again as she took a deep breath. She saw an officer walk towards her as she mustered fake tears, "Officer, come quick! I don't know what happened! But I do hope no one is hurt..." Cecelia said as he looked at her, "It's good people like you who keep this city safe."

"Doing my job, Ms." He nodded as she walked off, 

The next day, Cecelia was at her new Dance Hall as painters and movers came in to gussy it up, 

"Package, Ms. Valmos..." Cheryl said,

"Let me see it, please?" She asked as she saw the box. It was a bit long and light. It wasn't a body. She listened in, and it wasn't a bomb. Tied on top was a pink bow and a rose. As she sat down, she pulled it apart and opened it, Revealing a white Mink fur Coat and a note that read,

I know what you did

EP

"Well..."

"Mr. Mississippi thinks he so tough, huh, with his blue eyes and that smile...We'll see how big he barks." Her laugh was as sinister as her smile, but she meant every word. Elvis knew this would eat her up alive. Besides, she and Gifts didn't get along, not since she and Anthony Rodgers had a mishap rumored that he'd been dumped in the river missing his heart.

"Do you think she got the gift?" Joe asked Elvis, who had finished eating his sandwich, "We'll see..." He said, waiting for her to call. Something about her always intrigued him. Maybe it was because they were born a day apart, Or her body in her dresses and how she carried herself, being she was the only cartel that was run entirely by women, or perhaps it was how she wasn't scared of him but could make him tremble in his loafers, 

"So, how's things going with that girl?"

"Which girl? You know there's several." He laughed, slicking his hair again as Jerry rolled his eyes, 

"One day, you'll settle down."

"Eh, maybe..." He shrugged, "Say you guys up for a movie?" Elvis asked. When they arrived at the theater, there were bullet holes and a coat by the door, 

"I see that's not her taste..."He laughed as Judy and Lamar looked at him in confusion. Jerry only sighed as he knew this would drive him mad, 

"Let me guess..."

"Mhmm..."

"Got it."  

Later that night, Cecelia drove to Memphis in a shiny pink Cadillac with custom seats and a note attached. She knew who sent it. Cecelia knew how to get rid of it. She didn't want his gifts. Cecelia was over those days when people bought her affection with gifts. Cecelia knew now that the world was harsh and the only way to love was to watch it burn. 

When Elvis walked onto the lot, he noticed the car burnt up with "No Thanks..." Written on the hood, "Damn it, Jerry, she's driving me insane!" Elvis growled, walking into his office as Jerry followed,

 "E, what's this about..."

"Jerry, I-I have to get her somehow." Elvis sighed,

"Maybe don't set her shit on fire..." Elvis glared at him, 

"I'll get her a ring..." He smirked, "She can't refuse jewelry."

"Whys that." He took a deep breath as Elvis opened his mouth,

"Don't you know anything, diamonds are a girl's best friend."

[sponsoredbyanxiety]

I think I've finally pinpointed why Chinball destroying Gallifrey again annoyed me so much. I'm sympathetic to criticisms of Day of the Doctor that describe bringing back Gallifrey as too saccharine, and almost retroactively cheapening 9, 10, and 11s moral turmoil over destroying the Time Lords and the Dalaks. From a long-running series standpoint, it made sense though -- we've done a decade of "last of the Time Lord" stories, it was time to open the possibility of other stories.

The Master destroying Gallifrey removes the possibility of using Gallifrey in future stories while cleaning the Doctor's hands of destroying them. She's alone again, but no longer has to grapple with her role in committing double genocide against her own people. The children of Gallifrey were not burned by someone who spends nights counting them, but by a weird crazed lunatic twirling his proverbial mustache. It's the worst of both worlds.

IMO, destroying Gallifrey in a way that kept her hands relatively clean was a bigger sin than destroying the potential for future stories (Hell Bent/Heaven Sent were great, but overall I'm glad the writers have shown some restraint in using Gallifrey). I'm not sure there would have been a way to destroy Gallifrey by her hand a second time without it being repetitive. I would have left Gallifrey on the top shelf, letting the setting develop thick layers of dust between uses.

Also, I just don't think the Cyber Masters were that interesting or scary. Generally, Doctor Who villains are already impervious to weapons unless the plot wants them to work; regular Cybermen might as well regenerate for all the good a gun works against them.

The best thing about them was the Master's one line about how he used the Doctor's genetic regenerative abilities to create them. Framing The Doctor and The Master as parents of a new race of soldiers is fascinating but not something Chinball seemed particularly interested in. If I were writing for Doctor Who, I would have pressed on either that or played with what it means for a Cyberman to regenerate. When a Time Lord regenerates, they change. How do you keep a process that fundamentally changes individuals from altering drones in a hivemind? What happens when that suppression fails?

Basically, Gallifrey's destruction became an example of my two biggest problems with the Chinball era: an unwillingness to frame the Doctor as a morally complicated character and a disinterest in engaging with interesting concepts past the surface level.

[bhaalbabebardlock]

~Tandem~

A series of one shots told in no particular order between my evil durge Lili, and her sole companion, Astarion.

Other Works | OC Masterpost

About Lili | Tandem Masterpost

Chapter 1- Flipped

Summary:

A non canon retelling of the first time my evil durge, Lili, meets Astarion. Done for part of a prompt in the writers discord 💕

“Is that right? You would trust me to try again?” He brought his hands up to her knees, running them up to her thighs and squeezing them gently, his voice dropping into a purr that made coils of heat clench in her stomach.

“Not quite, darling. There's a much more… delicate way you could help me.” He stood, sitting next to her on the bed and reaching over, setting his finger on the pulse in her neck.

Important Tags: canon typical violence, blood drinking, biting

Excerpt below the cut, rest on AO3!

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“You've been following me,” he purred softly. She swallowed tightly, her heart racing. This was supposed to be the other way around. She felt dizzy with the headiness of having been caught. She wasn't entirely sure, but she just had a feeling that getting caught was not something she did often. Unless you count the illithids? But I don't even know what happened. She swallowed again, feeling the knife press against her throat. The smell of him filled her nose, and for a moment, she forgot to breathe when she felt his breath against the shell of her ear.

“You were on that ship, weren't you?” The way his whisper caressed her skin, his breath making her warm flush somehow cooler, made lust and curiosity twist inside her stomach, knotting itself tightly.

“Maybe. Were you?” He pressed his nose against her temple, dropping his voice into a purr that made goosebumps break out on her skin.

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She thought maybe he was going to respond, and then there was an uncomfortable lurching tug in her skull, not dissimilar to what happened when she met those other two she… didn't leave alive. She frowned as flashes of dark streets and putrid rats and blood and blood and blood-

She was violently pulled back out of his head, a cry of surprise leaving both of their mouths. She frowned again, taking a step towards him. Those thoughts aren't terribly unlike my own. Bloody and violent.

“It would seem that our little worms enjoy each other's company. Does that mean you'll be letting me keep my fingers?”

“I don't really keep company. I've been fine alone.” She crossed her arms, her morbid curiosity outweighed by her distrust. Even if he was pretty. He raised an eyebrow at her, smiling slowly.

“Come now, love. Surely you don't intend to travel alone. And we're both stuck with these things, wouldn't it be more… prudent, to have someone to watch your back?”

“Before you stick that knife in it, you mean?” He flashed her a wide, lascivious grin before leaning towards her, so close that she could reach out and brush her hands through his hair if she wanted to. She curled her fingers around her arm to resist that urge, watching it dance through her mangled head coupled with thoughts of straddling his hips and plunging his own dagger into his chest again and again and again and while she-

“Hello? Are you even listening, darling?” She snapped her eyes back to his, sucking on her bottom lip as she narrowed her eyes at him.

“I'm not your darling, darling.” They glared at each other for a moment before she finally rolled her eyes, stepping back from him.

“Well? Weren't you busy setting up a tent before you ruined my fun? You should get back to that.”

“You are quite the little minx aren't you? I think we'll have fun together on this little adventure.”

“Fun. Is that what you would call this? I'm inclined to think we have much different ideas of fun.” She paused, thinking of what she had just seen in his head. “Though… maybe not… all that different.” His sinful smile made her heart jump in her chest, and when he held out his hand she found herself unable to resist reaching out, wrapping her fingers around his.

“A pleasure. I'm Astarion.”

“Has the tadpole affected your memories?” She blurted out before she could stop herself. He frowned for a moment, shaking his head before giving her another smile, albeit a more confused one.

“No, I can't say that it has. That I know of. Why do you ask?” Hm. She returned his smile, shaking her head slowly.

“Nothing. It's nothing. My name is Lilith… I think. …You can call me Lili.”

“How fitting,” he purred, bringing her hand up to his lips. “You do look like a little flower.” She hissed, yanking her hand back from him, ignoring the way her stomach had fluttered when his lips grazed her knuckles.

“Do not say that again. Or I will take those fingers.” She couldn't decide if his laughter was endearing, or annoying. Or both.

The Rest of this is on AO3 💕

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About Lili | Tandem Masterpost

[fantasyinvader]

Fuck it. Here is my list of cardinal sins that a Kamen Rider series can commit.

Trying to retcon Kusaka into being less of a shitstain than he actually was. This seems to be a thing they try to do with Faiz. No. Kusaka getting his neck snapped is something he earned because of all the shit he caused. I don't expect the writers to make him as bad as his rapist novel counterpart, but he was not a good guy just the same.

Using the movie tie-in for the plot. This is basically me not being able to see these movies until months later, so at times I'm going to be left feeling that the show was incomplete. A major example of this I use is how Den-O's movie tied into the show's plot. You know when the movie happens during the series, and the following episodes are a repercussion of the movie's plot. It's not an issue now since Den-O was over years before I started watching Kamen Rider, but it would have annoyed me to no end even if I was living in Japan at the time. If I watch a show on TV week-to-week and then the show makes seeing the movie an essential part of the story, I'm going to hold that against it. I feel the movies should ultimately be optional, and even though I like Zero-One's post series movie for fixing my issue with the finale, I still dock points because of it.

Creating an insert song and only ever using it for one fight.

I know that changes in Japanese laws have made riding a custom motorcycle mostly a thing of the past, let alone every Rider having their own bike, but trying to just not give a Rider an actual bike? Like Revice going for some CGI hoverbike form when they use a regular city bike otherwise? No. Just stick to people running everywhere if that's the case.

Not allocating your suit resources wisely. Too many Riders is an issue, as well as having too many forms especially when forms are tiered. I know it's going to get to a point where the collectable gimmick is dropped and the heroes just upgrade to a form that outshines the use of the gimmick, but when you do that don't throw another level of forms above that as well. Dropping the gimmick should be something done for the final form, rather than treating the gimmick as training wheels. Just look at Saber. Saber has his initial form, but that get's upgrade to a form where he uses all three red books. Then he gets a King Arthur-based form that is rarely used, then he gets a berserk form, then he adds onto the berserk form so he can use it, then he gets another upgrade in Xross, then he gets a more powerful form of his original form for the final battle. That's at least six tiers depending on how you count the berserk form in a series where most of the cast stop at one tier and the secondary riders go up to a fourth tier at most.

Having a main character who is just a very loud, poorly acted idiot with a rather nonsensical motivation (see Zi-o). There are good idiot heroes out there, like Fourze, but those require charisma to pull off and a lot of leads are rookie actors. Giving him side characters to talk about how great he is doesn't help.

Having Takuro Fukuda as a head writer.

Making me suspect the show underwent a retool to try and fix things due to the show seemingly dropping stuff to go with an easier to tell story.

Happy New Year!

[triviareads]

Releases on May 19th

Summary:

Jordan, Earl of Emerson, has inherited an estate bankrupted by his half-brother. Now he owes an enormous debt to a loanshark, and marrying the loanshark's daughter Odessa is the only way the debt will be forgiven. Odessa does not want to marry a suitor of her father's choosing and has gone to great lengths to keep these men at bay. What she doesn't count on is that Jordan is far more clever than the others ever were, and what more, there's a very convenient attraction between them...

My review:

I am a recent Kathleen Ayers fan, so it was interesting to see how this book measured up to others I've read recently. I would say the chemistry and romance aspect of the novel was pretty solid, but there wasn't as much of a plot in comparison. I could be wrong but at a little less than 200 pages, it felt shorter than her other books. The plot can be summed up by Jordan adamantly continuing to court Odessa in order to save his siblings and erase the debt, while Odessa puts on a fat suit and blackens her teeth and eats onions (so many onions) to make herself as unappealing as possible. It's funny for a while until it isn't quite as much.

Jordan is an excellent example of a more jaded, world-weary hero who's not above fighting dirty when needed. The best way to describe Odessa is that in the modern era, she would deffo be a true crime girlie and possibly an occultist. She's probably one of those heroines some readers would find "annoying" but I liked her. You can't help but be sympathetic to a woman who's basically her father's pawn, despite how much she asserts herself or tries to outmaneuver him. I'd say the main draw of this book is the chemistry between Jordan and Odessa which is present from the very beginning despite Odessa's best efforts to make herself as unappealing as possible. It's a large part of what made the book work. Speaking of chemistry—

The sex:

Well done, and despite the length of the book, there were a few solid scenes. Here's what worked for me:

a) Odessa is a Knowing Virgin (thanks Aunt Lottie). Also a Ready Virgin because as Jordan comments she has a... "natural sensuality"? I think is what he said. But basically, she knows what's up and I loved that.

b) This deserves a note of its own: She has a hand fetish (hot) which Jordan quickly clocks and uses on her

c) There is some light choking during their first (proper) kiss. Also, they 100% would have gone all the way in the middle of that party if they wanted which, again, Jordan notes

d) This may be a bit of a spoiler but people in historical romances do..... Stuff in the place they had sex for the first time, but they don't often go all the way (especially because she was a virgin), so I was pleasantly surprised when they did, but also, it tracks for them as a couple.

Overall:

I would recommend it to anyone looking for a quick, light historical romance that doesn't skimp on the sex. It's also worth noting the book set up Jordan's siblings (the other "Sins" in this series): There's the sister who races horses against men who're partially there to see her in trousers, the brother who's probably a gigolo, another brother who's probably a spy, and their baby sister who's so sweet she deserves a dastardly hero of her own. I'm looking forward to reading all their books.

Thank you to Dragonblade Publishing and NetGalley for the ARC in exchange for my review.

[dilfsugaaa]

Falling for Sin [1] | M.YG

summary: “I have heard shy girls are the loudest on bed. I wanna see it for myself.”

Yoongi, the florist next door, falls for the already-smitten-with-him high school student, Y/N. but for her, is loving him a sin? how does her world crumble when her elder brother comes to know of their forbidden relationship?

pairing: florist!yoongi x female reader

rating [over the series]: explicit | 🔞 

word count: 2.5k [for this part]

genre/au: smut/fluff/angst, porn with plot | flower shop au

warnings [over the series]: age difference (not too much but still uncomfortable for some readers), loss of virginity and innocence, hickeys, shameless smut, voyeurism (both accidental and intentional), dark and tragic themes, outdated and conservative school of thought, yandere! (kind of), this screams bad!

a/n: originally posted to my wattpad, and ao3. slightly rewritten.

my first het fanfic ever (actually started January, 2021). this might be shitty so reader discretion is advised.

the pov of the o/c is that of an eighteen year old, and hence she sounds innocent when she’s doing the narration.

also, this fic has been split into parts and has been written in the first person pov, which is alternately of the female reader, and that of Yoongi. links to the different parts can be accessed via my masterlist!

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Y/N P.O.V.

01/18/2021

6.30 AM

"Did you hear about the new flower shop?" Taehyung asks me, putting down the city newspaper he has been reading and folding it.

"How would I know? They rarely let us know anything other than what is already in our school textbooks." I reply, taking a long last look at my school uniform in the life sized mirror and ensuring that it looks proper. The skirt is a little too short for my liking, though.

"I will take you there when you come back home today from school. I remember when we were little you used to love with flowers, basking in the positive, floral proximity of them." Taehyung waxes poetic, smiling at me. I return the same expression.

"Well yeah, why not? Now, bye!" I mouth, wolfing down the last of the breakfast cereal in my bowl and push past the main door of our apartment. I don't want to be late to school. Who wants to get early morning detention anyway?

"Bye, honey-sweet!" He waves at me. I hear the door click shut behind me.

I half-run, half-walk to the bus stop to catch the first bus I can get to school. I am luckily on time. Since I am among the first passengers in here, I get to the second last row which is my favorite one, and seat myself beside the window. Ninety minutes to school. I sigh as I let my head rest against the back of my seat.

8.30 AM

We file into our respective classes soon after the morning assembly is over. It is Chemistry for me. I make my way to the classroom and find the teacher, Mister Park, grading our test papers from the previous day.

"Good morning, Mister Park." I bow to him while walking towards my bench.

"Good morning, Y/N." He smiles at me. "This test of yours went better than all of your previous ones. Keep working hard!"

"I will, Mister Park. Thank you." I reply out of courtesy and make myself comfortable on my seat. I turn to take my organic chemistry textbook out of my bag.

Slowly everyone arrives into the classroom. The teacher stands up. "Here, class! I have graded all of your test papers on the topic, general organic chemistry, and every one of you has done exceptionally well." He beams, handing us our corrected answer sheets on our desks. "Since you guys have begun to find the lesson really easy, remind me to raise the difficulty level next time." He smirks. The class groans collectively.

"Open your book on the forty-seventh page. Kim Y/N, stand up and read the text out loud." He commands me. "The topic is hyperconjugation."

I start reading. "Hyperconjugation is the delocalization of the sigma electron. It is also known as sigma-pi conjugation or no-bond resonance. It occurs in..."

As soon as I finish reading the full text on the said page he asks me to sit down and then starts explaining the concepts one-by-one.

I gaze absentmindedly out of the window. I would rather sleep than listen to this shit. 

Then, just as I am about to doze off, a small piece of white chalk hits me. I get snapped out of my siesta.

"Kim Y/N, am I this boring?" Mister Park Jimin runs his hand through his beautiful blond hair, an amused expression plastered on his face.

"Sorry, Mister Park, I-" I begin.

"You don't need to be sorry, Y/N. Drink some water and try to refocus. So, where were we? Yes, so, hyperconjugation is a permanent effect. What this means is that..."

Dammit. I had better concentrate now. As it is, this was a major embarrassment.

The rest of the class goes by with me trying my best not to fall asleep and him outlining the whole concept explicitly, to the best of his ability.

3.30 PM

I am back home. I ring the doorbell.

"How was your day?" Taehyung asks me. He is clad in an off-white apron that has cooking stains on it. Not his favorite one, but he wears it because he says it helps him visualize himself as a professional chef, for some reason. I mostly disagree, though.

"It was tiring, to say the least...uhhh, what's with that?" I point at his apron.

"Oh this! Well, I was in the mood to, you know, bake some great delicacy." He says proudly.

"And what 'great delicacy' have you baked?" He is such a mood.

"Chocolate pudding!" He exclaims, emerging from the kitchen carrying a large dish with the pudding on it. Admittedly, it looks fabulous. I just want to dive in.

"Get yourself a spoon, girl. This is gonna be today's lunch." He declares.

I run to the kitchen to get a spoon. This is not the kind of lunch anyone’s used to, anyway. More like a scarce opportunity.

Both of us are busy digging our spoons into the pudding and grabbing mouthfuls. After a while, all of a sudden, Taehyung turns to face me. "We have to go visit the new flower shop before it closes for the day."

"Ahhh yes! I'll go get ready." I mouth. 

4.51 PM

The flower shop has such a beautiful appearance, I wonder what the owner looks like.

Set in red brick and mortar, the shop looks like the protagonist's house atop a hill in some age-old fairytale. It has a mystic feel to it, a feel that entices you to enter the building and explore it, expecting to have a tryst with the unknown. A small bell, made out of copper, hangs at the entrance. Before getting into the shop, the visitor has to ring it. Surely to let the florist know some visitor has arrived, and that they would like to take a look at the flowers on offer.

It is almost as if I am frozen at my place, drinking in the magical surroundings of the red building. The dreamer inside of me has been awakened and my mind is full of countless adjectives to try to describe the indescribable.

"Y/N! We can't flex here all day, you know..." Taehyung shakes me by my shoulder, harsh but soft.

"Yes...yeah, let's go in." I reply, still dazed.

Taehyung rings the bell and I push the glass door open. At this hour, we are the only visitors in here.

A pair of eyes looks up from behind a massive flower décor that seems to be a work in progress. Those eyes meet mine. I look away instinctively.

"Welcome! What can I do for you?" That man, presumably, comes up in front of us.

Gosh, he is so handsome. 

I can't contain myself. That pale skin, those cat-like eyes, that gummy smile...this place is full of beauties, I am pretty sure by now. I draw in a sharp breath.

"We just dropped by to have a look around here." Taehyung replies. "You have just opened shop here recently, right? What is your name?"

"I am Yoongi. Min Yoongi." He smiles at us, all warm and welcoming.

"So, Mister Min, do you prepare all of these decorations by yourself?" My elder brother enquires.

"Yes. I work on them by myself, with flowers that I freshly pick from the garden at the back."

The topic of their discussion bores me. I zone out, and instead choose to observe Yoongi with a fascinated admiration. His name, it is just...beautiful! I think it means that red pearl in our language, and if you ask me, it is a beautiful one, and he is true to its meaning. 

I peek at him. His well-toned muscles, his slender body which is clothed black...I take in each detail, visually feasting my eyes.

We walk around the shop. There is a variety of decorative flowers in here, all arranged on huge gilded silver-colored shelves and vases, atop long red pieces of satin. For the customers who wish to buy fresh flowers and ornamental plants for their homes, there are those too, arranged in colorful and neatly pruned arrays.

Taehyung seems really very happy. There is no denying the fact that this visit to the florist's has rekindled lost memories of our childhood, wherein we used to roam around town back in our native city of Daegu, together visiting lush lawns and deep thickets that burst with the freshness and abundance of flowers. "Well, I think I have fallen in love with everything in here. I wish to buy some pots." He whispers to me.

"I would love it if you do that." I speak in the affirmative. I can't help but admit that the place, combined with the beautiful fresh flowers, gives off surreal vibes.

Yoongi walks past us and in the process, my left hand brushes past his. He chooses to ignore the contact and approaches Taehyung. "I think I can offer a discount to first-time customers like you." He flashes that dangerously adorable gummy smile at him. Taehyung's face takes on a relieved expression. "I love your generosity. I will place my order now and send in the money tomorrow. Will that be okay?"

"I guess that would be fair enough." Yoongi replies as he walks to his vintage-looking cash register, almost as if it time traveled its way here from the 1950s, with one of those time machines from superhit science fiction flicks. It is kept on top of the cashier's desk. He is apparently in charge of all the duties in here, that encompasses tending to the plants, selling them, and drawing up the checks for payment; apart from keeping the place clean. He must be working hard, quite a lot of it.

Taehyung walks up to the desk with me by his side. Yoongi grabs a royal blue ink pen and his notepad, I presume, and starts jotting down stuff. "What is your name, sir?" He asks my elder brother.

"My name is Taehyung. Kim Taehyung."

"Can I know her name as well? Just in case you are not able to come here and then you will send someone else in, who I assume would be her, I need to know who-"

"I am Kim Y/N." I interject. I shouldn't have done that though. It seems as if he has taken offence to it. He looks at me and opens his mouth as if to say something, then decides to shrug it off. He writes our names on the page, one below the other. 

His handwriting is just beautiful. Nothing else.

"What plants would you like to take home?" Yoongi asks my brother next, tapping his pen against his white knuckles while looking at him.

"For now I would opt for white roses and Shiloh." Taehyung seems to have decided on a choice. "What do you think, Y/N?"

"Uh...that is cool!" I say, obviously not being able to catch what he said because I was busy worshipping Yoongi in my head.

Before I know it, the cash receipt has been drawn up and the check is all ready to be settled. Yoongi walks over to the nursery and comes back with two pots, white roses in full bloom in one and beautiful purple buds of Shiloh in the other. "Where do you want me to load these on?"

I realize just then that we have spent over two hours here in this shop. Time flew by so quick.

"Could you deliver them home? We don't own a car and the scooter does not have space to-"

"Sure Mister Kim. I will ask my brother to drop the plant pots off at your home." Yoongi puts the plants down, interjecting with his suggestion to help. He straightens his back, and yanks his head backwards, in the process of stretching his body. I get a glimpse of his wonderfully sculpted Adam's apple and his neck. I'm almost ready to pass out.

Is he an incarnation of God? I am left gaping.

My brother nudges me. "Y/N..."

"I am coming." I answer impatiently as I walk to the exit where my brother is standing. I turn around one last time, just to take a last long look at the beautiful man, who smiles at me. I give a slight, hesitant smile in return.

9.30 PM

Taehyung comes to my room and knocks at the door. "Hey, Y/N!"

"Yeah, Tae?" I call out.

"Can I enter?"

"Why not?"

He enters the room and sits on the edge of my bed. I am at my worktable, finishing all of my school assignments for the next day at school. He smiles at me. "Working?"

"Yes." I reply.

"Which subject?"

"Math. And after that, English Literature."

"Keep studying, then." He stands up and makes his way to the door. "Good night, Y/N! Don't stay up too late!"

"Sure, Taehyung. Good night!" I squeak in response. He smiles while closing the door. I smile back.

What should I do next? I take my math worksheet out of the folder. It is on the topic of complex numbers. I put it back. I struggle with math as it is already, and my head is spinning as a bonus. Because of thoughts. Thoughts about a handsome man, who I met today for the first time. Thoughts about his chiseled jawline, and his face that was both cute and handsome at the same time. Simultaneously. Thoughts about his thighs, that seemed strong, just like a rod molded out of wrought iron. I close my eyes and smile to myself, color warming my cheeks up.

He is not alone on his job, though. Unlike what I had made out earlier in the evening. At the flower shop. He has a brother to help him out. I am curious to see for myself if his brother is also as handsome with godlike features as he is.

And what was with that parting smile? It spoke volumes. Has he taken fancy to me? Does he find me special? Do I interest him? 

Nah-uh. My silly-ass mind is probably playing tricks on me. He is so good-looking, a million girls would queue up for him in just one call. Who knows, he probably must be in a committed relationship already. And anyway, it is basic courtesy to greet a person, while meeting or parting. That must be the correct reason. Don't overthink, Y/N! Fucking don't!

I sigh loudly and close my notebook rather loud. My head is all muddled up with half-cooked thoughts by now, and I will have to complete my schoolwork by waking up early next morning to avoid getting into the bad books of my teachers. They are a stingy lot, for all I can say. How the fuck can anyone be so cautious in giving good grades to their own students? I always wonder.

I had better go give my head some rest now. A good night's sleep. I jump into my bed, not caring to make it, and cover myself with the large Korean mink blanket that’s my most prized possession, the last image occupying my mind being that of Yoongi. 

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[fruitoftheweek]

Little Cherry Book:

Chapter 4:Showered in Sin

Chapter 1 Here / Chapter 2 Here / Chapter 3 Here

Hey guys! I'm sorry that it has taken so long for me to update this. I had an idea of what I was going to write but I had a super hectic week so I wasn't able to write this till now. In order to make up for it, I have given you a treat. A 6,502 word chapter. It kinda beat my ass but I had so much fun writing it. It's sweet, it's spicy, it's all the goodness you guys deserve. I was listening to Duvet by Boa while writing this and I think you should too for two reasons. One, it helps set the mood, but also oh my fucking god it's such a good song. Also, Boa is just a fucking great band. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and message me if you would like to be added to the tag list! Love you guys

Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader

Chapter Plot: After a game of drunk never have I ever after a long case, Morgan locks Spencer out of their shared room. Shenanigans ensue and you and Spencer share a couple of firsts.

Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on

Chapter TW: smut, slight mommy kink, having body piercings, choking, slight blood kink (not really, it's just hard to explain), Shared masturbation (male and female receiving), pleading, multiple orgasms, cumming in pants, shower sexiness, aftercare

Word Count: 6,502

Your deep cherry lipstick painted the white seal of the wine bottle you held in your hand as you laughed at something Elle said. Spencer couldn't help but let a small smile pass his lips as he took in your form, hot from the day's work, small strands of your hair sticking to your forehead, a dewy glow illuminating your rosy cheeks.

After a long week, they had found Carl Arnold before he had been able to kill the Dunken family and even coerced a confession out of him. With spirits running high, Elle had suggested some much-needed relaxation before taking off the next day. Since you were rooming alone, you volunteered to host in your room. Morgan had arrived at your hotel room with two bottles of some sort of liquor, one clear and one amber, JJ trailing in toe with your bottle of red wine you had asked for. You pulled out your little corkscrew with the face of an old man on it, knowing she hated his weird little face. You brought it with you on trips, just in case the occasion arose.

And it did arise as Elle suggested a drinking game. Hotch had retired early after calling Hailey to get an update on his very pregnant wife, while Gideon preferred the solitude of a good book late at night. The rest of you sat on the floor surrounded by drinks and snacks. With the supervision gone, it almost felt like a high school party with no parents. You all had all settled on a classic, never have I ever. "We haven't played this in a long time because we already know so much about each other, but it's fun when we have a newbie around," Morgan said giving you a cheeky smile and bumping your shoulder. Already pliable after the couple of drinks you had while Elle explained the game, you nodded before tipping your lips to the cusp of Spencer's ear. "I'll try not to make it too hard for you, pretty boy," you said. The small puffs of air that left your mouth made Spencer's hair stand on end and his feet curl.

He knew you were teasing him that night and he loved it. He decided to keep his knees tucked to his chest for the rest of the night as to not expose the predicament in his pants. He watched the way you lightly sucked on the wine bottle as you tipped it back, a thin river of cabernet leaking from the corner of your lips and trailing down your neck. Spencer wanted nothing more than to lean over and lap it off of you just to see how you would react, but he knew it was the drinks talking. Despite your earlier comment, it was quite obvious that you were targeting him as his head started to spin gently.

"Never have I ever had sex with someone much older than me," Garcia said through her video feed with a cheeky smirk. Derek had insisted on including her even though she wasn't physically present. She sat bundled up in a comfy blanket in her office with a mug of some sort of alcoholic beverage. "HEY! No targeting! Plus, I told you that in confidence at ladies night. How much is much older?" You said, swaying your bottle towards the computer set up on the floor."You know how much older I mean sweetheart." Garcia said with a giggle as you groaned and took a sip."How much older is much older?" Morgan said with a cocked eyebrow, somewhere between impressed and surprised." I was a college student, experimenting with my professor. Not like an old man, but he was 20 years older than me. Definitely not my style anymore though." You said with a grimace remembering him.

Spencer had learned a lot about your sex life during that game, but some part inside of him smirked, knowing that the rest of the team would never know you as he knew you, not unless they too had read your journal. It was the only thing keeping his head clear of the idea of you with anyone else. Not that you were with him in any capacity, but the idea still made him feel something in his stomach. Not the sweet butterflies that came with your smile, but something more like idiotic hornets dangerously bumping against the walls of his stomach.

Spencer hadn't even noticed the uproar of everyone else around the circle at your comment and the second revelation that Morgan had drunk too. He was too busy watching how you had shyly tucked your hair behind your ear, finally letting it down out of your clips for once. You were wearing your pajamas, just a tank top, slouchy sweater, and flannel pajama pants, but somehow you looked more radiant than ever. He had come back down to earth after hearing someone call his name."Y-Yes?" He sputtered out, realizing you had been trying to get his attention."It's Morgan's turn, pay attention." You said, gently smacking your hand down on his thigh.

If he was riled up before, he was unbelievably undone at the slight sting from where your palm had just been. Light enough that it wasn't noticeable, but hard enough that it erupted a Shockwave through his body, centered on the location of the contact. He bit back the whimper threatening to escape his lips as he turned towards Morgan, trying desperately to not watch you from the corner of his eye.

"Never have I been a virgin at 24," Morgan said, beaming in his direction. Spencer took a big gulp from his glass of whiskey."You always do that one, I don't know why you think it's so funny, you're just trying to get me to drink" he said abashedly. He looked over at you, nervous for your reaction, but you seemed unfazed. "Hey, that's a wonderful gift to have, there's something so special about virgins. Maybe it's the idea that everything is new, but I like it. I love virgins." You said, taking a sip from your bottle, gently swaying. You had given up on never have I ever and just decided to drink whenever you felt like it. Maybe it was because you were tipsy, maybe it was the warm flush that decorated Spencer's cheeks, maybe it was the way he was looking at you with sultry, half-lidded eyes. You couldn't tell, but something made you want to find an excuse for you two to be alone.

"Geese, we seemed to have caught a succubus tonight." Morgan quipped."A suck-you-what now?" You said, cocking an eyebrow at him. " A succubus, it's a demon or supernatural entity in folklore, in female form, that appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. According to religious traditions, repeated sexual activity with a succubus can cause poor physical or mental health, even death. In modern representations, a succubus is often depicted as a beautiful seductress or enchantress, rather than as demonic or frightening." Spencer shot out. "Wow, even when you're drunk, your big brain keeps chuggin' along," you said, sloppily ruffling his hair "A beautiful seductress or enchantress, huh?" That time it came out low, inaudible to the others, but it pierced Spencer like a knife."Do you think that's accurate bout me?" you asked, staring up into his eyes, closer than you have been before. Spencer let a cartoonish gulping noise escape his lips as he held back his urge to lean into your touch.

"Ah, it's my turn," you said, leaning back into your spot in the circle and sadly, away from Spencer." Never have I ever done something naughty at our work," you said, looking straight at Spencer "I'll know if you're lying, I can sniff out a liar from a mile away," your cocky smirk leaking out of your mouth. Everyone except you and JJ took a shot."Wow, really you guys? Even you Spence? " JJ said in disbelief, looking around the circle."Never have I ever, my ass" Spencer mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, looking over at you, thinking about your pantieless escapades.

"Look at that, Doctor Reid, you need another drink, let me go fix you one," You said as you grabbed his glass in one hand, leaning and gripping hard into his shoulder with the other. It wasn't seen by the others, but between that and the fiery look in your eyes, it sent an obvious message,' keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you.' You used him as leverage to get up, nearly pushing him over as you gracefully stumbled to the hotel fridge. He knew what you meant, but he didn't care, your grip on him went straight into his imagination as he envisioned what that grip would feel like in other places. He kind of wanted to push his luck, just so he could see what he had in store.

And push it he did as you handed him the glass, reminding him that it was indeed his turn to play never have I ever. "Never have I ever slept with my professor," He said, obviously targeting you with a glint of mischief in his eyes."Oh yeah, well never have I ever been a virgin at 24." You said, swaying as you sat down."Morgan already said that, dummy. Never have I ever worn stupid dark red lipstick" He retorted, equally as drunk as you. At this point everyone else had zoned you two out and were focused on other things, refreshing their drinks, counting the ceiling tiles, humming a sloppy rendition of My My Miss American Pie, or in Penelope's case, all three."Yeah, well never have I ever been a complete and utter mommas boy!" You continued, the statement turning Spencer beet red. You watched him clench and unclench his hands, you had obviously struck a nerve. Just as you were about to apologize, he cut you off. "Never have I ever had nipple piercings!" He shouted, pointing at your chest, now drawing attention to the obvious balls framing your nipples that you had once been covered by your long-forgotten sweater.

As he said it, it felt like the world went in slow motion. You could see the instant regret on his face as you dropped your bottle in surprise. It had landed on Spencers discarded whiskey glass and both shattered, wine and whiskey mixing with glass to create a slurry on the ground between them. "Fuck! You Guys!" Morgan said, "You got it all over my clothes." "Me too," Echoed Elle as they both stood up in their soaked clothes. "I think that calls it a night." JJ said, closing the laptop on the image of an already sleeping Garcia." Bye you guys, sleep well," you called after them as you and Spencer rushed around looking for towels to clean up the alcohol with.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Spencer cried as you dropped the last of the glass in the garbage can. As you rounded the corner, you saw Spencer pulling a rather large shard of glass that you must have missed out of his thumb, blood pooling at the tip. Without thinking, you crouched down and sucked his thumb into your mouth." A-ah! What... What are you doing!?" Spencer asked breathlessly, looking down at you with a deep hunger in his eyes. You pop off his thumb and squeeze it at the base, slowing the blood flow."Shut up," You said," This helps slow the bleeding. The sucking applies pressure. My mom used to do this for me... And no, do not psychoanalyze that." You said, wrapping your mouth around his finger, sucking to provide some pressure to slow the blood flow. You could taste the iron in your mouth, but you didn't mind, knowing you were helping your friend.

You were helping alright, helping in more ways than you would ever understand. "Yeah, like I'm the only one here with mommy issues," he said distractedly, too busy surveying your lips wrapped around him. You slapped your hand down on his thigh once more, eliciting a small whimper from him. He couldn't help it, you were a sight of beauty, you always were, but looking down on you right then, Spencer wanted to bottle that moment forever. The tops of your breasts peeking out from the top of your tank top, your eyes filled with a hazy glow, looking up at him to make sure he was ok, and your cheeks hollowing out around his thumb as you delicately sucked on his wound. It was as close as Spencer had ever gotten to anything sexual. He could feel your tongue swirling around the cut, lapping up the last couple drops of blood. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if it was another appendage and not his thumb. You sucked on his thumb one last time, harder than you had previously, and before he even knew what he was doing, his hips bucked up, rubbing his hard cock against his pajama pants, finally relieving his mounting orgasm.

You let go of his finger with a pop as your tongue trailed off of the underside of his thumb. Spencer looked anywhere but you, as a wet patch formed through his thin underwear and pajama pants. He hurried to cover it with his sweater, shooting up from his seated position."Um, Um, I'm g-gonna go shower and go to bed." He said, hurriedly scurrying over to where he had left his room key." Sorry partner, I saw Morgan accidentally grab both of your keys on the way out. He's probably asleep by now." You said languidly, leaning back to take in the sight of the soft boy in front of you. Totally flushed with heat, small beads of sweat peppering his forehead, his hands twiddling suspiciously into his sweater in an attempt to conceal crotch, trying and failing miserably to hide his rapidly cooling cum.

He whined a little, lighting a fire in you. He looked so thoroughly fucked out, and all you had done was suck his finger. You knew that you just had to play with him some more. "You know, you can use my shower, doctor." You said, and he let out a small sigh of relief, heading towards the bathroom. "There is one condition, though," You smirked coyly as he halted his motions, his body facing away from you. It was almost as if he was ready to run away at any moment. You walked over to him, slowly, taking your time to tease him. The silence hung heavy in the air as you looked up into his eyes questioningly, waiting for him to ask. "Wh-what is the condition." He said, unable to return your gaze, hands fisted in the hem of his sweater, pulling it down even further. You smirked, dipping your hands up and under his sweater, nearly brushing his spent cock before gently placing them on his bare stomach, just above his waistband. He sucked in a tight breath as you gently swirled your fingers in the short hair that lead from his belly button down to happier places." Before I ask, do you know about the color scale?" you said, fingers smoothing out over his little stomach." Um, k-kinda?" He said, heat flushing his cheeks."Green means good keep going, yellow means slow down, and red means stop right now, ok?" You said, looking up at him as he nods."Come on pretty boy, I need verbal confirmation. I need to know that you understand, got it." You said with a little pinch to his tummy. "Y-Yes, I understand!" He blurted out, standing stiff as a board." Good boy. Now, for my condition. You can shower if you show me what you're hiding." You said, leaning close enough that if Spencer breathed, your chests would meet each other. "What color, Spencer?" you said, languidly drawing lines up and down his torso with your nails."G-Green, Very green." He sputtered out, finally meeting your eyes."That's what I like to hear, sweet boy." You said before your fingers danced below his waistline, now somewhat crusty from his cum."W-wait!" He says, just as you were about to take him in your hand. You instantly stopped and looked up at him gently."We can stop here baby, it's not a problem." You said, beginning to remove your hand from his pants. He grabbed your hand through his pants, stopping your movement."It-It's not that. I don't want to stop, I just want... well..." He said and looked down shyly. "What do you want baby, anything," You smiled up at him. "Um, I haven't had my first kiss yet and I kinda... Well... I kinda..." He said, shuffling his feet, face beet red. Your eyebrows shot up quickly in surprise before letting out a gentle smile."Do you want a kiss, pretty boy?" You said, gently brushing the hair out of his face. He nodded, and you grabbed his chin, bringing him close. "Use your words, pretty boy. What do you want?" You whispered, breath gently ghosting Spencer's lips as he took you in up close. He could see every little pore and dimple of your skin and every color hidden in the depth of your eyes and he knew he needed to have you.

He shakily leaned forward, lips gently meeting yours, so light that if you hadn't seen his actions, you wouldn't have even known if you had touched. You moved your hand down to his throat, giving a light squeeze."Come on genius, use your words," you said as he whimpered. "Please, can I kiss you, please, please?" He begged, leaning into your touch, pleading for you to squeeze again. His efforts shoot straight to your heart. You indulged him in a kiss, not as spicy as the situation would permit, more of a sweet heat. He came in too hot and heavy at first, but you kissed him languidly, gently stroking his cheek to get him in the rhythm. His arms were straight out at his sides, hands clenched as if he was willing every muscle in his body to not touch you.

You let out a small laugh as you melted into his kiss, soft, puffy lips dancing across yours. "You know you can touch me," You said, pulling back, smiling at the smear of your lipstick, now staining his lips, and the endearing puppy dog eyes he was giving you. "Where can I touch you?" He whispered out as if he were telling a secret. "Wherever you want, baby. Wherever your heart desires." You replied, bringing your arms up to wrap loosely around his neck, pulling your bodies closer. He was as stiff as a board as his hands flitted around trying to find a good place to land. He finally settled on weaving his arms around your waist and up to cradle your neck, gently carding his fingers through the hair that fell at the nape of your neck. There was something so sweet in the way he cradled your body with feather-light touches as if you would disappear like smoke if he lingered too long. You reveled in the feeling of you two pressed together, slightly uncomfortable at the stiff material of his pajama pants on your stomach.

"Hey sweetheart," You said, pulling away as he chased after your lips, "I'm feeling kinda sweaty from the day, would you like to join me in the shower? What color?" "G-green, yes please." He said, tentatively pressing a kiss to your collarbone, exposed as the strap of your tank top had fallen down. You unwound from him, taking his hand delicately in your own, instantly missing the warmth his body provided.

You lead him into the bathroom, carefully stepping over the wine-soaked towels discarded on the floor before shutting the door and turning to face him. "I don't want to take this too fast for you because I know it's all very new so always tell me how you are feeling and if everything is ok. I want this to be good for you baby, ok?" You said, squeezing his hand that was still intertwined with yours. "Ok, th-thank you," He said shyly.

"Now, what do you want to do first? You're probably pretty uncomfortable in those pants, do you want me to take them off you?" You said, hooking one of your fingers into his waistband, pulling on in slightly creating a much-needed separation between his sticky cock and his uncomfortable pants."Y-Yes please" He said as you turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up in preparation for cleaning him off before turning back to him. You gently grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head, leaving him shirtless in front of you.

Lean muscles were hidden under a layer of peachy soft skin highlighting the gentle trail of dark curly hair leading from his belly button down past his pants. His arms curled around himself as he watched your eyes carefully, ready for some sort of judgment. "I know I'm not really that s-strong or anything but I can work on it-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss right above his belly button, startling him. You looked up sweetly into his eyes and gave him a soft smile, saying "You are so beautiful, Spencer. Morgan calls you pretty boy, but he truly has no idea. I would have you no other way than you are right now."

You gently peppered his chest with feather-light kisses, making him blush. He finally understood why people liked hickeys because as you trailed down his chest, the little wine red lipstick you had left on your lips left marks trailing down his chest. Some part of him wished they were permanent, showing off to all that could see, and they would know exactly who he belonged to. You dipped your hand into his waistband, asking, "What color?" "Green, very green," he choked out as your breath ghosted across his abdomen. You looked so beautiful, kneeled on the floor in front of him, taking care of him so gently and treating him so sweetly that he could feel his cock begin to harden again.

You looked up into his eyes as you pulled his pants down. He let out a soft sigh of relief as he was uncaged from his unfortunate trouser situation. His cock flipped down out of his pants, nearly smacking you in the forehead as you looked up at it in awe. Even though it was only semi-hard, it was bigger than any you had ever seen before. Spencer looked down at you shyly "it's not that much, I-I know but I've been researching techniques to make up for it in order to give sufficient pleasure for you- I mean for whatever partners I may have, not that I am saying that I won't please you, I dream of pleasuring you! ... I'm digging myself a hole aren't I."He rambled, rubbing the back of his neck worriedly. "Spencer, you are huge. Way more than I have ever had before. See?" You said, standing up, gently lifting his cock in your hand, measuring it against your stomach.

Maybe Spencer hadn't noticed because it was proportionate to his body and his big hands, but being held in your petite hands and measured against your stomach, he finally did see how much he would fill you up. The tip of his dick just barely reached past the gems that decorated your belly button piercing. "W-Woah." He said growing harder at the thought of pushing so deep into you. He looked up to your face, which was preoccupied with looking down at how far he would reach up in you.

Tearing your eyes away from him and up to his own, you flushed, knowing that he had caught you staring. "What would you like me to do next?" You spoke softly. Despite being the only two in the room, you two both talked in hushed tones, worrying that anything more than that would burst the delicate bubble you two had created. "Can we match?" He said, and you instantly understood him, despite the odd vernacular. You began to slip off your shirt, but he stopped you with an arm on your shoulder. "C-Can I do it?" He said shyly. "Of course, pretty baby," you barely get out before he drifted his hands under your tank.

He slowly lifted your top over your head as he took in the soft smooth feeling of your skin against his, goosebumps pricking up wherever his fingers trailed. You stood in front of him, shirtless as he took in your form. He had imagined what your breasts would look like. Nipples always hard due to your piercings, what your jewelry would look like, but nothing could prepare him for the glimmering moonstone gems that adorned your nipples and navel. Everything matched exactly, including the delicate necklace you wore around your neck.

The only thing he liked more than the perfection of your body was the features that made you, you. Some might call them imperfections, but to Spencer, all he could see in you was beauty. The gentle bruises on your skin from tangles with unsubs, the soft stretch marks that adorned your hips like little valleys and winding rivers, the slight blemishes, and hairs. He loved it because you were the embodiment of the confidence he wished for in himself. While he was always nervous about his body and how others perceived him, you loved yourself for exactly who you were, and you loved him for exactly who he was.

He pulled down your pants, gently following the twist and turn of the stretch marks as they winded down your hips, making sure to kneel down to pull them all the way off of you as you delicately stepped out, gently grabbing onto his hair to keep your balance as you swayed. He moaned softly at the gentle tug of your fingers while he stared up at you in awe. You took his hand in yours, coaxing him to stand.

You both stood there, taking in each other's forms for a moment, hands still connected as if by a thread at the pinky before you spoke. "We shouldn't waste water. Let me clean you off, sweetheart." He nodded before following after you into the gentle spray of the shower, steam now filling the room. He marveled at the way that the water droplets cascaded down your body, gently running down your curves. "Come here," you said, pulling him into a gentle embrace under the hot water.

Your two bodies pressed gently together, and Spencer couldn't help but think that you were molded for each other. Not in the way that a sculptor may stick two unmatched pieces of clay together with slip, more like one rock that had been split by the earth finally returning together. Something about your touch felt like home as you gently cradled him under the water.

He was so enthralled in your being that he didn't notice you gently scrubbing him with a washcloth until the scent of your body wash permeated the air. You gently scrubbed his back, washing off the sweat of the day and replacing it with you. He melted into you as your hands reached up, lathering his hair with shampoo. He wasn't sure if it was because he realized you should probably be getting washed too or because he desperately wanted to ride his hands along the planes of your body, but he decided to lather up his hands and wash you as well. "You are such a good boy. Thank you for cleaning me up" You said, resting your head gently on his chest, softly swirling the soap around his back, now finished scrubbing all you could from that angle, waiting to turn him around.

He moved carefully, avoiding your butt, still too nervous to touch. "Make sure you get everything, sweet boy. I like to be clean when I go to bed." You said, gently grabbing his hand and pulling it down to cup your butt. He inhales a sharp breath as he indulged in a gentle squeeze, continuing to wash you. He washed your back but his hands would occasionally drift down to your ass, growing more confident as he unknowingly rocked into you slightly with every squeeze, letting out soft keening noises.

You peeled yourself off of him as he rutted into the air, whining at the loss of friction. "Slow down, naughty boy. Bad boys don't get to touch. Are you a bad boy?" you asked as you placed a finger on the tip of his cock, swirling it in the precum pooling there despite the water's efforts to wash it off. "No, no! I'm a good boy! You're just so pretty, and you feel so good, and you smell so nice, and I wanna touch you, and I want you to touch me, please." He blurted out, looking at you with hungry eyes, begging for more friction. "Where do you want to touch me baby?" you asked as his eyes raked over your body, taking in all of his options. "I want to touch your boobies and your- your-" "My what? You can say it, naughty boy." You cut him off in his stammering. "Your pussy, I want to touch your pussy." He said, the hot water spreading the blush from his cheeks down his chest, tingeing his cock with a pretty pink hue. "What naughty words from such a pretty boy. You can touch-" he cut you off, lunging towards your body before you grabbed him by the throat, squeezing experimentally. Not too hard, not too soft. He moaned, and you felt the vibrations traveling up your hands."Let me finish what I was saying. Naughty boys don't get to touch. They get spanked." You said as he mewled." What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted was that you can touch, AFTER I wash you and after you finish washing me. Only after, you got it?" you said, squeezing a little tighter. "Y-yes." he croaked out. "Good boy," you replied.

You washed out the shampoo in his hair, replacing it with conditioner as he did the same for you. You squirted more soap onto your washcloth, preparing to test him. You took the washcloth in your hand, slowly working over his legs, arms, and chest, teasingly brushing over his overspent cock before returning to cleaning him. He washed you thoroughly, taking care to wash your legs before making sure your stomach and belly button piercing were thoroughly cleaned. Finally, he reached up to wash the leftover makeup off of your face. He touched you like a porcelain doll, worried that you would crack under even the slightest pressure, making you giggle. He flinched, thinking he hurt you, but you grabbed his face in your hands, delivering him a kiss that covered his face in soap.

You both stood there, laughing for a second, relishing the moment before you let out a shy smile. "You can touch my chest now, but make sure you clean my piercings carefully." He looked down at your chest, and now that he'd been given permission, he didn't really know what to do. You could see the puzzled look on his face so you grabbed one of his soapy hands in yours and brought it to your breast. He squeezed experimentally, and you let out a gentle moan. You had been keeping in your arousal to draw out his teasing, but you couldn't hold yourself back as you felt his large hands grasp around your chest and roll your nipple in his fingers.

There was a sweet dichotomy in the harshness of his grasp on your boob, coupled with the gentle twist of your nipple. It was as if he was worried to hurt your piercings, so he made up for it in his grasp. You brought the washcloth down to his cock, hard against his stomach, and began to work him. He whined at the harsh material. "I need to clean you up, baby. You still have a cummy cock. If you beg hard enough when I'm done, I will touch you." You said into his ear as he rested his head on your shoulder.

He was overstimulated, and you could tell, so you decided you wouldn't take as long as you wanted to tease him. But you would still draw it out for your own pleasure. He was bucking and mewling into you as you roughly got him off. It shot you straight to your core, the heat from the shower mixed with his grasp on you, physically and visually, had you closer than you wanted, and deep down you just wanted him to touch you.

When you deemed him clean enough you let the rag drop to the floor. "Beg" you moaned out. "Please, please touch me, I want your hand on me, that's all I want." He whined, bucking into the air. You took pity on him, grasping him with your soap-covered hand. He hissed as your soft touch replaced the rough rag and you could tell he was close. "Touch me, Spencer." You said and his hand shot to your core. His tentative moves giving way to a natural confidence. As he slipped a hand between your folds he could feel you dripping with desire. "O-Oh my god," was all he could stammer out before sinking two of his fingers into your depths, thumb circling your clit. You knew his fingers were long, and you had even fantasized about this exact moment, but nothing could prepare you for his actual length. He had said he did research but that was proven by how quickly he found your g spot and clit. You doubled over in pleasure as his fingers thoroughly fucked you out.

"Spencer, I'm so close, baby. Be a good boy and make me cum." You said, slumping against his shoulder, rubbing yourself against his hand. "Mommy, I'm cumming." He said, looking into your eyes as his body shuttered. His words ricochetted around in your brain, sending you over the edge as you cum all down his hand. You bit into his shoulder to muffle your scream, just as he matched you, cumming down your hand.

You came down from your high as Spencer nearly collapsed onto you. You took extra care in making sure he was all clean before helping him out of the shower and into a towel. He leaned against you the whole time as you got him ready for bed. You forced him to brush his teeth before dragging him to bed.

He sat at the edge, eyes bleary with sleep, taking in the events of the day. You sat behind him, gently toweling off his hair before brushing it and putting lotion on his body. He leaned into your touch, appreciating being cared for, feeling as if everything had been a dream. "C-Can I sleep here? I mean Morgan locked me out and I don't have pants and-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss."Of course, sweetheart, do you want to cuddle? It's ok if you don't or if you want this to be a one-time thing, it's all up to you, baby." You said, gently sweeping his hair out of his face as he looked up with eyes the size of dinner plates. "We can do this more than once? You'll let me? For real?" He asked. "Only if you want to sweetheart. This is all about you." You said, giving him a small smile tinged with a slight sadness. "That's not very fair, I want it to be about you too. What do you want?"

The question knocked you off guard. You're not used to people asking what you want. Usually, people just take and give none in return. The fact that Spencer Reid, your adorable virgin coworker was asking you what you wanted with such a sincere look, caused tears to prick into your eyes. "No one has asked me that in a long time," you smiled, "I would love to do this, and more again with you Spencer. Whenever you want." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down so you were lying next to each other on the bed. "Whenever we want" He corrected, cuddling into you.

You surveyed the bite make you left on his shoulder, running your hand over it. "Sorry for marking you up, I didn't mean to hurt you." You said softly as he blushed. "I-I was actually wondering... well... could you maybe give me a hickey? I like that you marked me." He said. You obliged him, giving him long kisses and sucks, gradually working up your force until a large purple bruise had formed on his collar bone. He was gently moaning the whole time, but you didn't want to work him up again as he had already cum twice that night and you didn't think he could handle more. He looked down at it as you pulled away, and you could see a question lingering on his mind.

"What's up?" you asked, smoothing his hair with your hand. "You said you hadn't been asked what you want in a long time, and I was wondering, well... who gave you your piercings?" he asked tentatively and you laughed." You have been reading my book too much, how many chapters have you read?" You said and he looked up at you surprised."You knew? and... well... only 3 chapters. I didn't want to pry into your private life." He said. "You just pried enough to know I want to get pierced by someone?" You asked raising an eyebrow. Before he could get an excuse out, you cut him off. "Well for a genius, you obviously didn't read it that carefully. I said I WOULD like to be pierced during sex, meaning I have not before. These are just standard piercings from a piercing shop, not a big deal, I just like the way they look." You said and he let out a sigh of relief. "Why? d'you get jealous?" you questioned him. He looked down and nodded shyly.

"I can be a lot of firsts for you but if you play your cards right, you can be a lot of firsts for me too. You already gave me a first tonight. You called me mommy. No one's done that before but it was really hot. I liked it a lot." You said matter of factly. "But that is a conversation for another day. It is 2 am and we need to be on a flight at 7:30, so let's get some sleep." You said, turning off the lights and cuddling up close to him. In a matter of seconds, you both were asleep, tangled into each other's arms, both of you feeling, for once, safe and sound.

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Their Doll 14

Sweetheart

B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis:  y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n and Steve have some time alone

Warnings: smut, lots of smut. Sweet sex. Maybe some swearing, knowing me there’s probably some

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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"Hey, sweetheart." Steve grinned, pulling y/n into a quick kiss as she walked down to breakfast. She gave him a warm smile, leaning onto his touch as Steve wrapped and arm over her shoulders and pulled y/n into him.

"What just happened?" Clint mused, a frown settling on his face as his eyes flicked between the two of them. Nat quirked a brow, Thor smiled like and idiot and Tony rolled his eyes.

"I- I think they just kissed." Bruce supplied, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Finally." Nat muttered, pushing her food around her plate. Thor was still grinning, the curl of his lips boyish.

"What are you so happy about?" Steve asked, brows raised but tone playful.

"Just the fact that Tony here," Thor clapped Tony on the shoulder, "owes me 100 dollars now." Thor confessed, Tony's unamused expression making everyone laugh. Of course y/n's came out silent.

"You bet how long it'd take us to get together?" Steve inquire, and Tony smirked.

"No, I bet you wouldn't get the balls to ask her out because you're frigid and have no clue how to talk to women." He explained.

"I talk to Nat!" Steve countered.

"Nat doesn't count, she's a coworker. And most probably gay." Tony said flatly, and Nat merely shrugged when Steve looked to her for help.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Clint asked after the silence had ensued the room. Tony began to speak but Thor cut him off, earning the Asgardian God a glare.

"We're going to find Bucky." He said optimistically. Y/n instantly perked up, eyes flickering between the super soldier sat beside her and her dad across the table.

"What? Don't look at me!" Steve exclaimed, hands held up in surrender. Tony breathed a heavy sigh.

"That's not what we're doing. Finding my daughter's HYDRA escapade is merely a bonus, and that's if you could even call it that." Tony dismissed and y/n sent him a look at could kill. "Today, we are invading a HYDRA base, so I want everyone on their best behaviour." Tony said, eyeing up the avengers in the room. "And you're not coming." He added hastily, pointing a finger at y/n.

"How come?" Nat asked for her.

"Y/n has already been kidnapped by HYDRA twice, I don't feel like it's a good idea to give them the opportunity for a third time." Steve answers before Tony could.

"What is it with everyone and talking over me today?!" Tony complained, pushing back from his seat and dumping his empty coffee mug in the sink. "Meet at the quinjet at 12." Tony turned to leave, not even making it to the door before he was turning around to face steve and y/n again. "And you're not coming either." He said pointedly at the super soldier.

"Wha- why not?!"

"Because of your emotional attachment. I can't have you freaking out and falling onto a river again just because you had some minor nostalgia." Tony said dramatically.

"That's not what happened." Steve defended.

"Close enough." Tony waved off, leaving the room without another word.

...

"How are you?" Steve asked, perching himself beside y/n on the sofa whilst placing the bowel of popcorn on the coffee table.

Shit. We should be with them.

"I know, Doll. I know." Steve sighed, sinking back into the cushions and slinging an arm over the back of the sofa, behind y/n.

I just feel guilty.

"I get it, trust me, I do. I spent years feeling like this before I got the serum. I changed my form five times before Dr Erskine found me." Steve admitted, placing a soft kiss on y/n's cheek as a method of reassurance. "Now," he spoke after a moment, "what are we watching?"

Y/n grinned at that. She'd been catching Steve up with all the movies he'd missed, and at the same time checking out a few of the ones she'd missed in the four years she was with HYDRA.

A classic, one of my personal favourite movies. Or at least it was.

"And what is this movie called, darling?" It was that moment that y/n pressed play, eyes lighting up with excitement when the film begun to play. When the title screen flashed, Steve smiled slightly, having heard of the movie from all the avengers. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone flashed on the screen, y/n smile widening at the familiar words.

We're not stopping until we finish all 8 movies, just so you know.

Steve shook his head playfully. They'd been told the mission would last a few days, maybe even a week.

"Good thing Tony has lots of popcorn then." Steve muttered, settling back into the couch as y/n curled against his hard chest.

They barely began the fourth movie before Steve's hands were wandering slightly, skimming over y/n's thighs and tracing small circles into her skin with his thumbs. His lips kissed along the back of her neck, up to her ear.

Y/n turned her head slightly, giving steve a questioning look. He have her a mischievous smile, dipping his head down to her neck and continuing to kiss the smooth skin. Y/n gasped when his lips hovered over the scar, lightly brushing over the raised skin.

"M'bored." He mumbled, hands inching even higher until they skimmed the bottom of her shorts. Y/n let out soft sighs, leaning into Steve's touch. Her eyes fluttered closed, mouth open in a silent moan when his thumb slipped into her shorts and brushed over her now damn panties. He smirked against her skin. "Looks like someone's not so bothered about finishing the movies anymore." He murmured.

Y/n turned around quickly in his lap, connecting their lips in a desperately slow kiss. Steve moaned against her mouth, hand travelling up to tangle in her hair whilst his other hand grasped her thigh and hooked it over his lap, so that y/n was straddling him. Her arm intertwined around his neck when she felt the bulge pressing between her legs, pressing down against it and grinding her hims.

Steve groaned, detaching his lips from hers and trailing them along her jaw, her neck, pulling down y/n's shirt collar slightly to kiss at her collar bone. Y/n threw her head back, hands grasping the bottom of Steve's t-shirt and tugging it over his head. Steve broke away from her for only the time it took to get his shirt over his head before his lips were latched to her skin again, teeth nibbling lightly at her collar bone before his kisses were trailing back up to her ear.

"Are you sure this is okay?" He breathed, biting her earlobe lightly. Y/n nodded, hands trying to find the bottom of her own shirt. Steve pulled away, hands cupping both her cheeks and forcing y/n to look into his eyes. "Are you sure this is okay?" He asked sternly, but his nose brushing hers affectionately said otherwise.

Y/n remained eye contact, nodding slowly so he understood. A massive smile spread over Steve's face, his lips connecting with her's in a passionate kiss, mostly teeth and tongue.

Before they new it, clothes were gone and Steve remained in only his briefs, kneeling on the floor in front of y/n. He picked up her leg, placing a soft kiss to her ankle, then her calf, then her knee. Finally, he reached her core, where he placed a teasing kiss over her clothed clit that made y/n buck her hips up.

"None of that." Steve chuckled, pressing an arm to her stomach to keep y/n's hips pinned to the sofa. He moved away, kissing the inside of her thighs teasingly while she gasped and sighed above him. Steve smirked against her, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties before slowly pulling her down her legs.

Steve buried himself between her thighs, eating y/n out like she was his last meal and he was a man starved. Y/n's mouth was permanently open, the lewd moans she would be making substituted with silence as Steve's tongue lapped around her clit, down to her entrance and back up again.

It had been nearly a month since y/n returned from hell, and they hadn't done much more than kiss. Y/n and Steve had decided to keep their relationship secret for a while, knowing that it may stun a couple of their teammates and not to mention how unpredictable Tony's reaction was.

As much a steve wished he could hear y/n moaning - no screaming - his name, Steve was just happy that he could finally get a taste of the girl he loved. Of course, she didn't know his feeling ran quite that deep yet. He moaned into her core, her taste, her sweetness, one he could devour for hours and still be unsatisfied. One of the things spurring him on were Bruce's words: in a few months, her voice should start to return.

Y/n came with a sinful arch to her back, and Steve happily lapped up everything she gave him. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, heavy breathing echoing in the room and Steve fumbled to get out of his trousers and boxers. When they were off, he cooed gently in y/n's ear when she gasped at the size.

"I'll go gentle. If you need me to stop, for any reason, tap me three times with two fingers anywhere and I promise I'll stop." He assured, rolling a condom over his length.

The brightest smile spread on steve lips when the hoarse sound staggered from y/n as he pushed in. We're getting there, he thought. Her eyes widened, an excited sparkle to them in the realisation that she made a noise.

Steve's strokes were slow but powerful, bringing both him and his girl to the edge very quickly. The speed of their release could also be due to the fact that neither of them had been laid in a little while too. Steve's grin never left, the hoarse sounds still coming from y/n. She seemed pleased too, but was way to wrapped out in the feeling of his tip nudging her cervix to care.

When they came, Steve cried out y/n's name with a grunt and a groan, collapsing on the sofa beside her as both avengers tried to catch their breath back.

"That was...amazing." Steve sighed, smirking when he felt y/n nod against his chest, which she'd now curled into with a leg thrown over his waist. Steve pulled a blanket over them both, carding a hand through y/n's hair and rubbing smooth circles into her scarred back.

His fingers ran over the dips and bumps of the raised flesh, a pang of guilt eating at him when Steve realised everything she'd been through. He sighed deeply, sinking further into the sofa as y/n nuzzled into his chest further, he steady breathing telling him she was already fast asleep.

Steve could feel his own eyes drifting shut now, his long eyelashes scraping over his cheeks as sleep pulled him under. Little did Steve know, that the next few weeks would be full of sex with his girl, the act something she'd become obsessed with because she could make a sound whilst he was buried balls-deep within her.

It ended up driving the rest of the team mad, especially Tony. Y/n would try and pull Steve out of conference meetings, tease him throughout briefings and debriefings, keep him up all night when they had nothing to do the next day, just so she could hear her own voice again.

And don't get steve wrong - the sex was wonderful, like entering heaven, but the tiredness that ensued and pulled his whole being down like an anchor wasn't so great.

Everyone noticed it, but Steve would brush them off - after all, he only wanted to see y/n happy, and he loved hearing her voice, no matter how strained it currently was.

So when the team got back from their mission the first time they slept together, devoid of Bucky, Steve and the rest of the team decided to keep the rest of their missions to find the winter soldier on the down low. The shear disappointment steve had seen in y/n's eyes when they told her shattered him, made him want to cry as tears slipped down her reddened cheeks.

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:carton of milk - kageyama tobio

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pairing: kageyama tobio x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: timestop!au, TW!!dubcon, smut, angst, pwp, masturbation, blowjob, handjob, deepthroating, does this count as somnophilia(?), mentions of oikawa

summary: the day after the break up, you find yourself confiding in tobio, your reliable underclassmen. he's not good with his words, but he offers you a drink-- and you happen to drink more than he would ever thought you would.

brimming later hours into the night, the moonlight seemed to play peek-a-boo behind the scattered clouds. the slight breeze danced at the hem of your skirt as you're sat outside karasuno's second gym, knees up to your chest, head buried in your arms. the rhythmic sound of the volleyballs ricocheting off the hardwood floors and squeaks of sneakers only seemed to echo in your mind. 

"senpai?" 

you raise your head at the inquiry, only to meet the blue eyed gaze of your underclassmen, and the crinkle of his steps toward you against the dirt. "what're you doing out here? it's late."

you let out a sigh before responding, tilting your head up to avoid his curious stare. "i'm thinking, tobio."

he raised an eyebrow in confusion. "thinking about what?" 

the low hum of the vending machine and wisps of the night air filled the space's silence, as you blankly stare up into the endless black and blue above. "i broke up with him."

kageyama's eyes widen, mouth falling slightly open, staring at you in disbelief, and you almost scoff. "y-you broke up with oikawa-san? why?" 

you unfortunately understood the utter surprise, as any outsider looking at the two of you would've seen it. you knew the way you looked at him was filled with adoration and love. the times he pointed at you after a serve, or the random back hugs he'd give when picking you up from school. 

it was definitely the shameless kissing and proclamations of utter infatuation with each other, that led other people to think love had definitely taken a liking to the two of you. 

but the fact you could recite yesterday's events like the back of your hand- the thought of everything being a lie was more realistic than your fairytale of a relationship. 

you remember the shade of pink that came across her cheeks, and that dark blue of her discarded underwear. you remember the creak of the bed, the melody of moans that tumbled from his lips- the same ones that he swore that only you would ever hear. you remember the string of lies that came from that very same mouth, the ones that failed in attempts of faux reassurance. 

"it's all a misunderstanding!" the disheveled look of after sex hair he sported was a stark contrast in the words he called out after you, grabbing your hand to turn you towards him. you immediately jerk away at his touch, face scrunching in distaste.

"just how is you being balls deep into another girl a misunderstanding, tooru?" 

"y-you were just there at the wrong place and the wrong time! i-"

"what the fuck does that even mean?" you yell back, fists clenched tight. "have you been doing this the entire time we were together?" 

the look of guilt that washed over his face was more than enough to have had made you bawl, but you held back, forcing yourself to hold your head higher. "i hope you're at least half as loyal to that girl than you are to volleyball." your eyes that were once filled with warmth, now cold daggers, as you briskly turned from him, beginning to walk away. "i-if…"

you halted in your steps at the start of his words. "if i could turn back time and fix what i did, i swear i would." 

your heart ached at his broken tone, regret hanging off every word. you wanted to run back into his arms, kiss him and tell him that it was alright. that everything would be alright. "but you can't." 

you don't see how he stares at the shape of your back, and he doesn't see the tears that streamed down your cheeks when you continued. "you can't stop time."

the nerve of that motherfucker. 

"senpai?" 

a snap back to reality hits you when tobio leans forward in worry. "senpai? are you okay?" 

only then do you realize the glassiness in your vision. "oh." hurriedly wiping the edges of your eyes, you give the boy a small smile. "sorry about that." 

he shakes his head, pressing the familiar chime of buttons into the vending machine. "did he do something bad?" 

you fiddle with an object in your hands, watching as he pushes the door open, and stabbing his straw through the carton. "something like that." 

but you felt absolutely pathetic. 

if you didn't break up with tooru, as of right now, you'd be dragging him face first from the seijoh gym after getting a call from iwaizumi. you'd still be looking at him like he was what the world, and you revolved around him. if you were a bit stronger, perhaps you'd still be able to walk over there and give your goodbyes to their volleyball club. 

instead, here you were. sitting outside karasuno's second gym, still wearing one of his old sweaters. the bounce of rubber and screech of shoes only reminds you of the late nights you'd spend watching his practices. you wallowed in what was, and you hated it. 

you know it's not your fault. you understand there was nothing you could have done. yet the voice at the back of you head taunts, and peppers thoughts that aren't yours. 

that maybe if you were a better girlfriend- maybe if you bought a blue set of panties instead. maybe if you smiled a bit more. maybe if you were more-- "here." 

pushing the watch you were messing with into your pocket, you reflexively catch a slightly cold and sweating carton of milk from the underclassmen. "i hope you win." 

you offer him a lopsided grin at the analogy. "you know he can't beat me, tobio." 

he nods promptly, and the crunch of the dirt under his shoes follow as he begins to walk away.

"tobio, do you think i'm…pretty?" 

although his back turned to you, you don't miss the way the tips of his ears immediately flare up. his posture straightening when his pace quickens, after the rushed, polite goodbye he offered you. 

...

the next time you see tobio was an occasion you felt slightly guilty about. 

patrolling the hallways as part of your student council duties, you ended up shooing a clique of boys loitering in front of the bathroom. their excuses played into one ear and out the other when you sent them to their classrooms, earning a couple insults on the way. 

and only when their figures disappear down the hallway do you hear the grunts. the moans. 

your eyes widen, fully knowing the source of the noise, and a shot of heat pools in your gut.

every ounce of responsibility in your body is screaming at you. the full knowledge of other patrollers being far from your position, the understanding that this was definitely wrong for you to be walking into the boy's bathroom, and the fact that this was tobio. the cute, round faced tobio who tagged behind you at kitagawa first. how you always peppered him in compliments after practice, and offering a couple milk candies you'd snuck away from your now, ex. the same doe-eyed tobio, who asked where the gym was. 

that was the same tobio who had his fist wrapped around his angry red cock, tip weeping in precum, and his eyes closed shut in concentration. you quickly placed a hand over your mouth, stopping the surprised noise that came up your throat. you felt disgusting, feeling the way your panties dampened with each stroke of his shaft, clenched thighs, and school slacks pooled at his ankles. how you wished that it was you he was thinking about. how you'd want to slap his hand away and sink his length into you until he cried. "f-fuck…" another groan leaves his lips and your eyes widen. realization hits you.

"if i could turn back time and fix what i did, i would." 

your jaw clenches as you shove your hand in your pocket, and the tentative click of the stopwatch rings out. 

like that, the world halts in place. the wisps of clouds stop their journey guided by the wind. the birds pose against the blue hue of the sky, and the teachers and students alike stop mid lesson. nothing else can be heard except the click of your shoes against the tile of the bathroom floor, pattering towards the setter in question. 

you place a guilty kiss on the crease of his forehead before turning his build towards you, dropping to your knees.

as if you were apologizing. 

you place your smaller hand on top of his own, and the combined stroke of his cock was an absolute sinful sight that made your mouth salivate. you leaned in, taking a tentative lick from midshaft to the tip, and his precum collecting at your tastebuds-- you moan in pure delight. his taste became addictive whence you finally took him into the heat of your mouth, wrapping your lips around him, and taking an innocent look up. 

although face still paused, you still take your time in admiring him. the collar of his military button up popped, a button or so undone, the familiar pout on his face, and tan skin with a light sheen of sweat. 

oh, what you would do to kiss him- to swallow his moans into his throat and ride him in this bathroom. how you wished it was you who he was jerking off to, and that if he wanted to split you in two. the stretch of your lips around him only paled in comparison to what your imagination held for his cock buried in your cunt. 

but this was about him. 

working yourself lower and lower, you finally took all of him. nose pressing against the mound of his abdominals, as you reached over and gripped his thigh. nails slightly digging into the meat of his leg, your air flow constricting and eyes turning foggy when you replay his earlier melody of moans in your head like a broken record. 

you undo a button of two of your blouse, your chest slightly peeking out- simply because it was just too fucking hot. the flush and suction of your cheeks against the heat of his dick seeming like the only thing in the world that mattered. 

this was for all the times he'd stayed by your side. for all the times he'd offered you a shoulder to lean on, and an ear to listen. for all the times he'd put up with your ex's envy antics, and for last night. 

you wanted him to remember your gratitude. 

life resumed, and for a split second, tobio swore he saw you. 

glassy eyes, your nose pressed against his abdominals. the way your throat convulsed as you choked around him. his length hitting the back of your throat, and how everything was suddenly so hot, wet, slick and sticky. the way your breasts peeked out from under your shirt, and several strands of baby hair sticking to your forehead. how you stared back at him with such want. such eagerness.

as if you wanted him too. 

it was too much. it was overwhelming when witnessing the sight of you gagging sand struggling to take him, forcing him face first into an orgasm. cumming spurts out over the urinal with his fist clenched around himself, thighs shaking and the heavy pants of his breath. he let out a pornographic moan in the school bathroom-- eyes blinking in utter relief yet confusion. 

even though it was a mere flash of an image, he swore it was you… 

but where did you go? 

he would never know how, or why you briefly resumed the timeline like that. he would never know that you did it out of pure selfishness. no matter how many times you wanted to convince yourself that it was a gift for him. 

he wouldn't notice the press of your legs together when you spotted him on his next excursion at the vending machine. he wouldn't notice how you seemed to know why he got so flustered over the most pure of interactions throughout the rest of the week. 

the way you sucked at your straw at lunch, and licking the remnants of milk from around your lips. you seemed to giggle louder than before, and it made his heart do something strange. 

"you want a sip, tobio?" your question catches him off guard as he coughs, before shaking his head. "ah n-no, i'm alright." both of you settle in comfortable silence, except for the occasional sip or chew of snacks.

 things began to dial down, as your heart began to heal. ever so slowly, the cracks of your heart being filled with moments like these. 

"senpai?" kageyama suddenly calls out. 

"yes tobio?" you looked over at his slouched form against the concrete wall, leaning over to brush part of his bangs out of his eyes, and not missing the slight blush that comes over his face. 

"oikawa-san is an idiot."

you raise your eyebrow. "that was out of nowhere."

he looks away from you, and you only grow more confused before he continues."i don't know what he said to you, but i think you're attractive."

your breath hitches for a second, before you settle into a a bright smile- one that has kageyama's heart beat in his ears. grabbing him by the collar, pulling him close, and giving him a noogie. "aww tobio, you're so cute. you'll always be my favorite." 

but your volleyball headed tobio doesn't deserve to be a rebound. and it's not what will heal your broken heart right now. 

that's what you said, with the time stop watch tucked away in the pocket of your sweater.  

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Pairing: Finn Balor X OFC (Ciara)

Word Count: 1310

Warnings: Mature to explicit as the story goes on.

Description: After moving to the USA from England to start her career as an NXT superstar, Ciara gets to meet her long time crush, NXT champion Finn Balor. It's clear the pair have chemistry, but when tensions start to rise, will they find they want more than a no strings attached relationship?

So this is the first piece of fanfic I have written literally ever. I will be posting them here periodically, but I already have 6 chapters out on my Wattpad, AO3 and FanFiction pages.

This series will involve romance, drama and (although it will take a little while) some smutt too. Hope you enjoy it! 😊

Chapter 4: Up Close and Personal

I awoke startled to the sound of my roommate banging on my door. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I checked the time on my phone, 9:36. Shit! I'd slept through both of my alarms and needed to be at the Performance Center by 10 for my first day. I opened my bedroom door and a panicked Alex was standing on the other side.

"You're gonna be late! Quick, take a shower and I'll drop you off on my way to work." She handed me some towels as I gave her a thankful look before rushing into the bathroom to get ready.

I don't normally sleep in but I didn't get back from the party until late and I definitely went overboard with the alcohol. Fergal and I talked way into the night before sharing a taxi back to our respective homes. Nothing happened obviously, despite my drunken attempts to flirt with him. I cringed at the thought of my clumsy pickup lines and awkward attempts at being alluring. I would have to be very careful around Fergal from now on, after all this was the second time in as many days I was trying to wash away my shame with water and shampoo.

I was washed, dressed and in the car in record time, arriving at the Performance Center a little after 10. Not too bad considering how late I woke up.

"Ciara! Follow me," Paul greeted me as I entered the lobby, "so like I said before, you debut in 3 weeks. You'll be entering into a feud between Tegan and Dakota as Tegans tag partner. Obviously you're very experienced in the ring but here in NXT we have our own rules, own way of doing things so you'll be working with some of our trainers today just to help you adapt."

He led me to a ring, where I was taught the basics of wrestling for the WWE.  There were so many rules, some of which didn't even make sense. Obviously certain moves were banned, no blading, no head shots, all the usuals. But then there was a lot of differences too. Matches often have "agents" that help to set up a match, if you wanted to use certain weapons you need written approval, and don't even get me started on the list of banned words. I was starting to become worried that I was out of my depth here.

After going through the rules and doing some initial training, I was introduced to Steffanie (Tegan Nox), Cheree (Dakota Kai) and Victoria (Raquel Gonzalez)

"Oh hey you're working with us right?" Steffanie asked, extending a friendly hand.

"Yeah! I'm Ciara! Looking forward to working with you all." I introduced myself to the girls and got to know them a little better before getting to work on our tag match

We'd been working for a couple of hours and had some good spots perfected. It was just the finish left to go, where I would hit my finishing move ( a Canadian Destroyer I called the "Natural 20") on Dakota and make the pin.

After practicing it a couple of times, I began to feel like someone was watching me. Glancing around the room, I spotted Fergal, leaning casually against a wall and observing our practicing.

Thankfully for my heart he wasn't shirtless today, in fact he wore a baggy hoodie which concealed his physique like a well hidden secret. I gave him a small smile and turned back to the girls.

"If I might offer some advice..." Fergal interrupted.

"Please." I gestured for him to join us in the ring.

He climbed up onto the apron and jumped over the top rope, clearly showing off.

"Your finisher is a Canadian Destroyer right? It's a good move-"

"Thanks!"

"-But, it's a little overplayed. In WWE alone there's Sin Cara, Adam Cole, Rey Mysterio and Chelsea Green who use it. If you wanna stand out, I'd switch it up a little."

I didn't know how to respond. He was right of course, but I'd always had the same finisher. I didn't want to change it.

"I've always had the same finisher, it means a lot to me. I don't wanna do a different one."

"I'm not saying to do a different one. I'm saying to tweak it a little."

After thinking it over for a few moments, I still didn't have any idea what Fergal was getting at.

"How?" I yielded, knowing that it would result in a cocky smile.

"Have you ever seen anyone do a springboard Canadian destroyer," he smirked.

"I haven't.."

"There's a reason for that. Its not done that often."

He took his hoodie off and threw it into the corner of the ring, revealing a tight vest which hugged his torso.

"Jump at me," Fergal instructed, taking me by surprise slightly. Physical contact with people who are practically strangers wasn't unusual in our line of work, but I still felt nervous at the thought of being that close to him. I did as he told me.

Taking a slight running start, I jumped at Fergal, his strong arms catching me beneath my thighs. As he held me there, explaining the next part of the move to me, two things crossed my mind. The first was that this man was even stronger than I realised. He was holding my full body weight with only his forearms and not even breaking a sweat. The second thought was how close his face was to my chest.

"Right, now I'm gonna bounce your back off the top rope, kinda like a rope assisted powerbomb, only on the rebound, jump over my shoulder into the Canadian Destroyer. OK?"

He spun me around and bounced me off the top rope, but I didn't quite have enough momentum and ended up bashing my chin on his shoulder blade.

"Ahh!" Fergal put me down gently before inspecting my chin.

"Are you OK? Can you move your jaw?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

"I'm fine, don't think it's injured at all, just hurt a bit."

Relieved, he backed off a little, seeming a little guilty that his suggestion had hurt me.

"Shall we try again?" I smiled at him, hoping to reassure him that I was fine and he had nothing to feel bad about.

"OK, but this time you need to really just dive over my shoulder OK? It'll be easier with the girls cause they're smaller."

We went again, and this time I used my full body weight to push myself back off the top rope, Diving elegantly over his shoulder and completing the move. It was a little clunky due to never having done it before, but after a few more attempts, I was able to do it perfectly.

After we'd finished practicing, I collapsed in the ring exhausted. Fergal handed me a bottle of water before sitting cross-legged next to me.

"Good job today. You worked really hard."

"Things are a lot different here in the big leagues huh?" I commented, sitting up and taking a much needed sip of the water. Fergal chuckled.

"You'll get used to it. I can see why Paul likes you."

It was only upon hearing this that something occurred to me.

"Wait, you were here to train too right? Damn, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to talk up all your ti-"

"Dont even worry about it. I came here today to keep an eye on the newbies, " he smiled, reassuringly.

"I know but you could have been helping the others and instead you were stuck with m-"

"Are you hungry?" Fergal interrupted "I'm starving. Come on, I'll treat us to dinner," he stood up, helping me to my feet and leading me out of the training room before I had a chance to refuse, not that I would have done.

[cali-holland]

Golden Bullets, Ch 5: Kiss of Death

Harrison Osterfield X Reader, James Bond!AU

Harrison Osterfield, Agent 007, was once the best MI6 agent around with the astounding reputation as a womanizer. Between illegal gold smuggling and black market trading of weapons, he finds himself deeper in his latest mission than intended, weaving himself into a web of the criminal organization, S.P.E.C.T.R.E.. At the center of it all is the one woman who’s never fallen for his charms- you, Agent 006, the best MI6 agent, the new assistant director of the program, and his new partner.

Word Count: 6500

Gif is not mine- but it is from the bad blood music video haha

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Warnings: violence (unnamed character death, motorcycle chase!, tranquilizer darts, grenades, weaponized ordinary objects?, self-inflicted wound), swearing, sexual themes

Featured Song: Goldfinger by Shirley Bassey from Goldfinger (1964)

~ “Goldfinger, He's the man, the man with the Midas touch, a spider's touch. Such a cold finger beckons you to enter his web of sin, but don't go in”

A/N: Reposting so hopefully the tags work...

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The journey to Montenegro was certainly a long one- it made you regret fleeing from Monaco so quickly, remembering how much faster a private jet was compared to traveling by car, even though the DB10 was plenty fast. Harrison seemed upset to say goodbye to the precious car, but once he saw the old-school DB5 waiting for you two at the airport in Montenegro, all thoughts of the new car went away. By the time you made it to the hotel, you both had to get ready for the gala. It was odd for a private banker who deals with terrorists to host a charity gala, you suspected it was to compensate for illegal funds, but that was a different case for a different time.

“Wear the red one again.” Harrison said, watching you contemplate between a few dresses as he stepped out of the bathroom in his slacks and dress shirt.

“We haven’t exactly done laundry since that night so it still has blood on it.” You replied, setting the blood-spattered red dress aside as you grabbed out a black dress and a white one, still unsure which would be more fitting tonight. You personally loved the white one, but the black had the sleeves to cover your bullet wound.

“I think the white will show the blood even more.” He teased, adjusting the collar of his own white shirt.

“I’m not supposed to make this personal, remember?”

“Trust me, I remember, but we haven’t exactly had smooth runnings so far. I expect blood at this point.” Harrison laughed as you just scoffed and left to change in the bathroom with the black dress. Amused, he pulled on his black suit jacket, nothing new nor unusual for him to wear, but still a classic go-to of his.

“How much longer until you’re ready?” He asked you, leaning against the bathroom door a little as he adjusted his suit’s collar and cuff links.

“I’d be ready sooner if someone didn’t take so damn long in the bathroom.” You called back, strapping on your thigh holster that could be easily concealed under the dress. You slipped on the dress, examining your arm in the mirror to make sure no part of the bandage was showing. The glittery black dress was just as suiting to your figure as the red dress, but more conservative with longer sleeves and a shallower neckline. Plus, the leg slit wasn’t nearly as high as it was on the previous dress- while you liked to flash a little leg in these sorts of dresses, you didn’t exactly need to be Angelina Jolie with every dress having an incredibly high slit.

Harrison padded across the room, leaning on the wall right beside the window, overlooking the busy city below him. He thumbed the gold flash drive in his hands and looked down at it curiously. He’d never noticed the small octopus imprint on it with the initials R. S. beside it. It was so small, it was easy to miss it. This had to be Silva’s flash drive; there was no other reasonable option for him. He sighed, mumbling, “Come on, Q, where are you?”

“Did you say something?” You asked as you stepped out of the bathroom in your dress, grabbing your heels from beside your suitcase. Propping one foot onto the chair, you leaned over and slipped on your heel. Harrison turned to face you, his breath catching in his throat. He’d never admit it to you, but you certainly had this power over him (he’d already admitted you terrified him, so he wasn’t about to say anything else). You switched to your other foot and glanced over at him, “Osterfield? Did you say something a moment ago?”

“Just thinking aloud.” He said, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. He hoped you hadn’t picked up on the pink tint that he could tell had overcome his ears by now. Stepping towards you, he asked, “You ready?”

“Almost. Need some lipstick.” You went to grab your lipstick bag from the coffee table, but Harrison, who was much closer it, grabbed it first. Seeing how careless he was with the bag, clearly thinking it was just lipstick, you jumped and snatched the bag from him, “Are you trying to kill us?”

“What? They’re just lipstick?” Harrison replied, confused by your reaction. You were acting like it was a bomb, which some parts were.

“I have grenades in here.” You said, opening up the bag and choosing the right shade to go with your look for the evening. As you applied it, Harrison peered in the bag, further confused as he saw only gold, silver, and black lipstick tubes. “Black are regular lipsticks, gold are grenades, and silver are tranq darts.”

“Q’s getting too creative.” He looked at the bag in disbelief.

“He’s a genius. I didn’t think I’d need to use tranq darts, but they come in handy.” You stated, grabbing a silver lipstick from the bag and taking off the cap to show the small needle in place of actual lipstick. You put the lipstick away and slipped a small gun into your thigh holster while Harrison put one in his holster across his back, hidden by his suit.

“Ready, angel?” Harrison asked smugly, holding an arm out to you.

“Let’s go get ourselves a banker and a sniper.” You stated as you took his arm and the two of you left the hotel room.

The hotel’s banquet hall had been immaculately transformed into the gala’s venue. Tall, intricately designed pillars lined the outer area of the hall, almost like a courtyard would. Large round tables were dawned with golden tablecloths and delicate white decorations. While the setup of the gala was all so spotlessly beautiful, you still felt on edge about Le Chiffre’s presence.

After quickly taking in the new surrounding to spot the best vantage points and the weakest ones, your eyes found Le Chiffre. Across the hall, the ominous banker was easily recognizable with his hauntingly pale complexion and even more hauntingly white eye as he talked with another man dressed sharply in a tux. He casually wiped his pale eye with a handkerchief, cleaning up the blood from his face.

“Does he often bleed from his eye?” Harrison asked you quietly, the two of you making your way to a table in a corner.

“It’s called haemolacria.” You explained, “It’s caused by disease or, in his case, trauma to the eye.”

“Let me guess, you caused it?” A small smirk playing on his lips at the thought of you permanently and physically damaging Le Chiffre.

“God, I wish. That’d be 009 taking his revenge for me. Probably part of the reason he was killed.” You let out a small sigh, thinking of your fallen agent. It only made you want to kill the blood-weeping man across the room even more. Harrison casually pulled out a chair for you. Tonight, your cover was as a couple because, unlike at the casino with Sciarra, neither of you needed to flirt with anyone, so the two of you sitting with each other, with Harrison’s arm draped around the back of your chair, was professional for tonight. It was certainly more professional than Venice.

Not long into the event itself and you spotted a familiar blonde clad in her iconic gold step into the bustling gala. There was a man by her side, wearing a black bowler hat; he was not close enough to her for you to call him potentially her date, but his presence just made you more suspicious. You mumbled, “Galore just got here. But who’s that with her?”

“Oddjob.” Harrison answered as he recognized the Korean at her side, “I met him when I went after Silva. I thought Oddjob was simply an assassin, but he must be working with Goldfinger, especially if he’s here with Galore.”

Your jaw clenched as you saw Galore’s gaze focus on Le Chiffre. If she, a trained sniper as it is, was here with an assassin, they were going to kill Le Chiffre before you even got the chance. You watched as she slowly made her way to a far table with Oddjob, the two sitting down and striking up a conversation with the rest of the sharp dressed people around them. Your fingers grazed over the very slight outline of your gun over your dress; you were itching to pull it on Le Chiffre.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Harrison asked you, noticing your change in demeanor at Galore and Oddjob’s presence.

“Excuse me. I need to freshen up.” You muttered before getting up from your chair quickly. You made your way towards the exit before ducking behind a pillar. Your eyes trained on Le Chiffre, who was slowly making his way over towards you while he talked to another man.

The room was so loud and crowded, giving you the perfect opportunity to take him out. You slowly took out your gun and held it up to shoot Le Chiffre, perfectly aimed at his heart. Just as you were about to pull the trigger, Harrison appeared behind you, grabbing your hands and twisting you until he had you pinned to the wall. His body pressed yours to the wall and he looked at you with a frown, pinning your hands down at your hips, hiding your gun with his open suit jacket.

“Damn it, I had him.” You seethed quietly through gritted teeth.

“You’re going to get us killed.” He replied, stern blue eyes never leaving yours.

“I need to kill him.”

“No, you don’t. You don’t need to kill him. Agent 009 wouldn’t want you to kill him, not now when we need him alive.” Harrison looked around briefly, catching sight of Le Chiffre and his men headed straight towards the two of you. “He’s coming. Do you trust me?”

“Not particularly.” You answered. He didn’t give you much choice in the manner, crashing his lips against yours. The kiss was rough yet still full of passion, but you knew he only meant it as a distraction, nothing more. He had one hand against the wall as his other wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You kept your gun hidden in his suit, clutching to the metal tightly under his silk lined jacket. Your free hand took hold in his hair, tugging on it to really put on the show of just another handsy couple getting it on behind a pillar- the classic move.

But then, he moaned. Harrison moaned softly into the kiss, despite Le Chiffre and his men clearly being too far to hear it. That was enough to pull you back to reality. This was your partner and you were on a stakeout mission together. You were supposed to be watching Le Chiffre (because god forbid you shot the bastard), and you definitely weren’t supposed to be making out with Harrison.

“Keep an eye on him.” Harrison whispered into your ear. He slowly and teasingly kissed his way down your neck, smirking against your skin as your body involuntarily pressed further into him when he found your sweet spot. You kept your eyes on Le Chiffre, watching him move throughout the room, but Harrison’s lips moving on your neck made it hard for you to focus. Feeling him nip at your skin, you shifted your hand, pushing the end of your gun against his back.

“I’ll shoot you if you leave a hickey.” You mumbled.

“Give me a matching scar, yeah?” He murmured, his hand trailing down to your hip, pressing gently over where he knew your bullet wound scar was. You clenched your jaw at his words, and he went back to kissing your neck. He seemed to be rather enjoying this optimal situation for spying on Le Chiffre. You, on the other hand, were still conflicted about if you did like it or not. While it wasn’t a bad thing to have his hands and lips all over you, you still felt-

“Harrison.” You breathed out, your eyes trained on Pussy Galore as she stood from her table, her own eyes never leaving Le Chiffre. Harrison pulled back to look at you, his lips slightly swollen from their work.

“What did you just call me?” He asked, and you bit back a groan from your slip up. This whole time, you’d done so well at keeping this somewhat professional, but his damn lips had an effect on you. A smirk grew on his face as he noticed your hesitation. “You just said my first name, Y/N.”

“Galore just got up.” You said quietly, eyes flickering over to the woman dressed in gold, who was stalking over towards Le Chiffre at the bar. You quietly cocked your gun, hand still nuzzled in his jacket. You looked at him as a way to ask for permission to shoot- not really caring if you shot Galore or Le Chiffre.

“Don’t.” He said softly. “M said-“

You started to move your hand out from his jacket and he quickly grabbed your arm, stopping you from pulling it out all the way. You glared at him, staring him down as a way to wordlessly will him to let go. Before either of you could budge on the subject, a gunshot rang out. Immediately, he dropped your arm, pulling out his own gun as you did the same, both of you jumping into action and aiming at the source.

Le Chiffre was dead. Galore had shot him in cold blood, in the middle of the gala. Oddjob took out the cameras as Galore shot at Le Chiffre’s men. In an instant, they were all dead, and Harrison pocketed his gun and quickly grabbed your hand.

“Come on, we need to go.” He said as crowds of people rushed out of the gala around you.

“We need to bring her in.” You argued, stepping towards her and he yanked your hand back, making you stagger. While your words made it seem like Galore was your priority, Harrison could see the anger in your eyes as you looked at Le Chiffre’s body- the same anger that comes from unsatisfied vengeance.

“If we go out there now, you’ll kill her or she’ll kill you. You’re-” Harrison paused, unsure if he should finish his sentence. His hesitation made you turn to him, questioningly.

“I’m what?” You spat. He sighed, tugging on your hand again, and this time you put your gun away and followed behind to the stairs- the elevators were unfortunately occupied by screaming civilians that neither of you wanted to deal with.

“You’re too emotional over this.” He said once the two of you got into the stairwell. “Y/N, you know this isn’t the right time to go after Galore. M specifically said to not go after her if you’re in this state.” “M? What did M tell you?” You questioned, dropping his hand as you two raced up the stairs. He immediately regretted his words; you were too perceptive for his own good.

“It’s nothing.” Harrison stated.

“If it was nothing, we’d be downstairs going after her.” You scoffed.

A tense, bitter silence remained between the two of you as you got back to the hotel room. You immediately grabbed a change of clothes and locked yourself in the bathroom, too infuriated by Le Chiffre’s death and whatever the hell M had told Harrison to really care about your partner. Equally annoyed at the situation, Harrison immediately took off his suit jacket, tossing it to the side.

“Call room service. We need more towels.” Harrison heard you shout from the bathroom. He let out a sigh, trudging over to the phone to call in the order. Considering there were approximately a dozen dead bodies downstairs in the banquet hall, he wasn’t that surprised when they didn’t pick up; the hotel certainly had other things to worry about.

“I’m going downstairs for them.” He called to you through the bathroom and grabbed his suit jacket, quickly tugging it on, not even waiting for a response before he left.

On the other side of the door, you let out a frustrated sigh at the fact that there were no bath towels- what kind of hotel forgets to put bath towels in a cleaned room? Hearing the door close, you peeked your head outside the bathroom to find that he had actually left. You grabbed your dress, now that you were changed into some comfortable leggings and a t-shirt for bed, and stuffed it back in your bag. You weren’t sure how long Harrison was going to be so you busied yourself with tidying up your luggage at least, but leaving out your weapons in case you needed them.

As for Harrison, his journey to the front desk for some more towels was cut short. The moment he stepped out of the hotel room, he ran into none other than Pussy Galore, no Oddjob in sight.

“Harrison?” Galore called out with a fond smile on her face as she recognized him almost immediately. If he didn’t know she was a spy for Goldfinger, he would’ve been creeped out by the fact that a woman who flirted with him in a bustling Monaco casino could recognize him here and now just a few days later in a Montenegro hotel.

“Pussy,” He smiled back at her kindly, doing his best not to give away anything. He knew who she was, but there was no telling if she knew about him. Effortlessly, he flicked on his charm, eyeing her up and down.

“What are you doing in Montenegro? Are you following me?” She joked, her laugh sweet like honey, perfectly hiding any underlying motives.

“I don’t know, darling. Are you following me?” He teased back.

“Maybe.” She smirked, and he believed her word for a moment before she continued, “No, I’m really here for work. And you?”

“Wanted a bit of a vacation.” Harrison lied, not like it mattered whether he told her the truth or not anyway. “I was about to head down and get some towels. Room service seemed to forget about my room.” He explained with a laugh, pointing down the hall towards the elevator. Galore placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“I have a few extra in my room. I could always bring them to you or you could come back with me?” She said sultrily. Harrison forced down a lump in his throat as he felt her lips brush his neck. He would’ve said yes, jumping immediately at the opportunity to spend a good portion of the evening with the ravishing woman, but he couldn’t- not when you were the only one on his mind, and you were just on the other side of the door. Galore pulled away from him, a playful smile on her face. “While you think about it, I’ll be in my room just down the hall, room 504.”

She left for her room without Harrison so much as moving an inch. He casually slipped back into your shared room, trying to think of how to tell you about his encounter. You looked over at him from your spot on the bed, where you had been flicking mindlessly through the tv channels.

“You’re back quickly.” You stated without even an attempt to hide your remaining annoyance at him. You stood up from the bed, eyeing him and the lack of towels in his hands suspiciously. As you studied his face, you immediately recognized the pink shade of lipstick now on his collar.

“I just ran into Pussy Galore.” Harrison said.

“Ran into her or made out with her?” You questioned.

“I did no such thing.” He scoffed, offended by your claim. “She invited me back to her hotel room.”

“So why are you here?” You rolled your eyes at him, making your way past him to go get the damn towels yourself. Harrison grabbed your wrist, pinning you and it to the wall, and your free hand flew to grab his neck, but he blocked it with his other hand. Before you could attempt to kick him away, his knees pressed into yours, making his entire body mold yours into the wall. You grumbled in frustration, “Get off me and go back to your whore of a girlfriend. Or, better yet, let me go kill her myself.”

“No, I won’t let you.” He bit back.

“Oh, that’s rich, you telling me what to do now. Is that what M put you up to? God, I loathe you.” You scowled at him.

“I loathe you.” Harrison muttered, and the room fell silent as the two of you breathed heavily, trailing from each other’s eyes to each other’s lips. While he still had your hands pinned to the wall, you leaned forward and kissed him.

The kiss was rougher than the previous one at the gala, but it was needier, steamier, more passionate, authentic. You let your tongue slip between your interlocked lips and into his mouth, feeling his body move even more into yours as you did so, hips moving ever so slightly against yours. He let go of one of your hands to grab the small of your back, and his other hand intertwined with yours, still keeping it against the wall. Your own free hand roamed his shirt collar before tugging at the hairs at the back of his neck. The whole kiss was so similar to the previous one, yet so different- it was the truly steamy kiss between the womanizer and the seductress.

After a few heated moments, his mouth left yours to trail hot kisses down your throat. His hand let go of yours to fist at the fabric of your shirt and pull you even further against him. You grabbed his shoulders and flipped the two of you so, now, he was the one against the wall, and you let your hands get busy under his shirt, ghosting over his abs in the process.

Feeling him start to suck on your sweet spot on your neck, you breathed out, “I swear to god if there’s a mark there tomorrow-“

“You’ll shoot me in the dick? What is it with you and hickeys?” He cut you off, pulling his head away from you to give his best shit-eating grin, one that made your knees feel weak. It soon shifted into his classic smirk, “If this goes any further, you could finally fulfill that fantasy of yours, angel.”

“Are you ever not an ass?” You questioned, before grabbing the back of his neck to crash his lips against yours.

Just as your fingers began to unbutton his shirt, there was a knock at the door. You both pulled away from each other, panting a little with slightly swollen lips. Not recognizing the knock as Q’s special one, neither of you moved.

“Harrison? It’s me.” Pussy Galore said from the other side of the door, knocking again. Your jaw dropped, and you glared at your partner.

“What the hell is she doing here?” You whispered angrily, quietly walking away from him and the hotel room door.

“I don’t know. She didn’t seem serious when she said-” He cut himself off, unsure of his train of thought not. Instead, he opted for fixing his shirt and his hair, getting all traces of your hands off him.

“When she said what?” You asked in a low voice.

“She said she’d bring towels or I could go back with her. Just, go wait on the balcony.” Harrison quietly urged you, and you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“You’re not seriously making me wait outside while Galore tries to hook up with you, are you?” You questioned, making him look at you in confusion.

“What? No, you wait on the balcony, and I’ll get rid of her, so we can, you know,” He gestured to the beds, “Continue.”

Your jaw slacked at his words, scoffing, “You’re unbelievable.”

“Is that not what that kiss was?” He asked, hurt flashing over his features. Galore knocked on the door again, pulling you both back to the reality of the situation.

“And here I was thinking you were more than just a womanizer.” You rolled your eyes at him, grabbing the prized gold flash drive from the side table and making your way to the balcony.

“Maneater.” He spat back like a little kid.

“You’re so vain.” You said in disbelief, quietly closing the balcony doors and he shut the curtain, blocking the view of you from the room. You leaned against the railing, looking at the five story drop- too high for you to want to jump to escape whatever twisted hookup was going on in your hotel room. Was it wrong of you to think of Galore as a whore when her job was the exact reflection of yours? Probably. Were you jealous that Harrison let her have a power over him? Nope. Were you missing the feeling of your partner’s soft lips against yours? Definitely not. You were just glad the balcony doors were thick enough that you couldn’t hear anything from inside, and that the balcony itself was angled in such a way, no one could see you from the ground.

“I thought you’d keep me waiting all night.” Pussy Galore said, a smirk playing on her lips, when Harrison finally opened the door. She had a single towel in her hand, keeping up the premise of her visit at least, and a bottle of champagne in the other. Harrison recognized it as the same brand from Monaco, confirming his suspicions tha yes, Galore knew exactly who he was. “Hope you don’t mind. I got this from room service for us.”

“I’m not much of a champagne drinker.” He replied, opening the door wide enough to let her in. He watched her carefully as her eyes flicked around the room. It was then he spotted the lipstick bag still out.

“I’m sorry, do you have company right now?” Galore asked as she took a seat at the edge of the bed anyway.

“Oh, no, just traveling with my sister.” He hoped she couldn’t see through his lie, but he couldn’t tell behind her sweet, yet cold eyes. He grabbed the bag of lipsticks, slipping a silver one up his sleeve, before putting away the bag as a whole, “But she’s not here tonight. It’s just us.”

At his inviting words, Galore set aside the champagne bottle and towel, and Harrison took that as a sign to get busy. As she laid on the bed comfortably, he climbed onto her, his lips finding hers. This would normally be the most thrilling part of his job with his hands wandering on a gorgeous woman as he devoured her taste, but somehow this felt wrong. His lips almost forgot what to do against Galore’s lips simply because they weren’t yours. While he was caught up in his head, Galore’s fingers found their way under his suit jacket. She grabbed his gun with ease, kicking him off her and rolling so she was on top of him, straddling his waist and pointing the gun at his head.

“Well, that was easy.” She breathed out. She leaned down, her chest pressed to his, keeping the gun threateningly close to his head. “Where’s the flash drive, 007?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He answered, not hesitating for a moment, and she pushed the gun barrel against his chin as she sat up again.

“So you want to do this the hard way then?” She questioned. She reached for the champagne bottle, no doubt filled with the same interrogation drug that you’d consumed. Harrison took the opportunity to grab the towel, twisting it around her neck. He had the upper hand as the gun dropped from her grasp. The towel, while it was slowly choking her, it wasn’t enough to kill her right then.

“Where’s Goldfinger?” He demanded, tightening his hold on the towel. She gasped for air, her cheeks beginning to turn red from the force. The small lipstick slipped from his suit, right into her hand. Harrison tried to grab it from her, but it was too late, she’d stabbed him with the thin needle, piercing straight into the vein in his arm. The tranquilizer worked quickly, and the towel dropped from his hands. Galore slowly got up, grabbing the gun that had been just barely out of reach. While she was distracted, with his last bit of energy, Harrison took off his watch, clicking it to the grenade setting and tossing it across the room towards the balcony, hoping it’d go off and you’d hear his sad call for help. He fell, landing on the bed, motionless. Galore said something, but it was all incoherent to him, and, as his vision blurred, all he could think about was you, standing out on the balcony, waiting for him to come back- he wasn’t going to come back, and his damn watch didn’t work.

Meanwhile, you tried to pass your time by keeping an eye out for Q, with your splendid view of the hotel parking lot. Surely, he should be here by now; and this flash drive in your hand wasn’t getting any less important. Your breath caught in your throat as you spotted that assassin, Oddjob, from earlier. He adjusted the hat on his head as he got out of a large van with blacked out windows. He walked over to a hotel exit where two men came out, carrying a knocked out Harrison. You felt your stomach churn as you watched them smuggle your unconscious partner into the van. As Oddjob got back into the driver’s seat, you looked down off the balcony. You knew you hadn’t gotten any closer to the ground, but you could hope that somehow the five story jump looked smaller.

You fumbled with the gold flash drive in your fingers. If you didn’t get this to Q, then MI6 would never know what Silva and Sciarra were hiding; all of this would be for nothing. Quickly, you took out your small pocket knife and took a deep breath before piercing it into your wrist, cutting out the small tracking device Q had installed in all of the agents. You knew he was tracking you with the device, but, now, you needed it to stay with the flash drive for him to find. Galore would be looking for you, and you’d either end up dead or captured with Harrison, so it wasn’t like you’d need to be tracked either way. It wasn’t your best plan, but Q would find the drive, which was much more important than you. You dropped the flash drive and the device into the plush garden bed on the ground below you, landing perfectly hidden in the flowers beside each other.

Looking up, you saw the van disappearing off into the night. You heard the balcony door slowly open, a man with a gun peeking out the door. Before he could shoot, you grabbed his hand with the gun, twisting his wrist to point at his heart. Your hand went over his finger and fired, killing him instantly. You grabbed the gun from his limp fingers, shooting another man inside the hotel room. Slowly, you stepped inside the room, not seeing anyone else inside. Galore stepped through the door, shooting at you and you ducked, rolling for cover behind a bed. It didn’t take long for you to run out of bullets, but  you spotted Harrison’s watch lying thrown on the floor beside you. It was set to grenade, but it wouldn’t go off for a few more minutes. Still, it’d buy you time and a distraction. You threw it in Galore’s direction, and she laughed at the failed attempt.

“You missed.” She pointed out, and you rolled your eyes at the defective grenade. Before you could come up with another plan, Galore stood on the bed and grabbed you by the hair, yanking you to your feet. Using the height advantage, she kneed you right in the face. You grabbed hold of her wrist, jumping up to knock her over and to send the gun flying out of her other hand.

“What the hell did you do to my partner?” You questioned through gritted teeth, your hands finding their way to her throat as you shoved her against the mirror on the wall. You noticed the faint bruising on her neck already; smirking to yourself, you knew Harrison had to have been behind it. You pushed down the pit in your stomach over your concern of his fate, focusing your energy on the bitch in front of you.

“I’d ask how you managed to break the womanizer but, god, he was so easy to catch, it almost wasn’t fun.” She replied menacingly.

“Don’t call him that.” You snapped, shoving her against the mirror harder, her head breaking the glass. She let out a cry in pain as her perfectly blonde hair got tainted with blood; the small red sight was enough for you to repeat your actions, punching her in the gut as you did so. In your anger, you missed her fingers wrapping around the champagne bottle. She smashed it against your head and attempted to stab the broken glass into your neck, but you blocked her jab with your elbow, the motion causing the glass to slash across her eyebrow. You lost your footing as she kicked your knee and continued to attempt to stab you with the bottle. You bit back a scream as she stabbed the bottle into your healing bullet wound on your arm. Though your arm seared with pain, you were hit with the realization that this bitch in front of you was the one who shot you, and that reignited the same fire in you; first the sniper shot, then 009, and now Harrison- she was asking for it. You grabbed the bottle out of your arm, ready to use it as a knife against her.

Suddenly, the watch grenade went off, flying you and Galore to separate sides of the room. Landing near the door, you took the opportunity to flee. You held onto your arm, applying as much pressure as you could, as you staggeredly ran down the hall towards the staircase.

A couple of Galore’s men- or Goldfinger’s you weren’t sure who was calling the shots now, started coming up the staircase by the time you got to the second floor. You elbowed one in the face, grabbing the gun from his hands to shoot the other down before the gun dropped from both of your hands, falling down the staircase. Hearing the door open from the fifth floor, you looked up instinctively. The man across from you began to throw punches, and you jumped up, grabbing the bottom rail from the next set of stairs up and kicking him out the window.

The footsteps above you quickened, and you grabbed the gun from the dead man beside you before jumping out the window. You groaned, landing just wrong enough that your bad arm hit the gun. The man, who you had so gracefully kicked out the window, began to move and you quickly shot him the head. Cursing for not having the car keys on you, you got up and began running for the nearby parking lot. Just as you spotted a group of motorcyclists parking their bikes, you saw Galore and a couple more men barge out of the hotel room door.

“Hey!” Someone called after you as you got onto an empty motorcycle, starting it up and racing away. While you could hear the motorcyclists yelling indistinctly in the distance, you could also clearly hear three motorcycles and a sports car chasing after you. Turning down a busy street, you swerved to try to dodge their bullets and to get them off your damn tail. Galore had already taken Harrison, and now she was after you like an actual barn cat hunting a mouse, but in this case, you weren’t going to end up in her clutches.

One of the motorcycles caught up to you, driving right beside you. He got out his gun, holding the bike steady with one hand. Looking ahead, you saw an oncoming car, the bike beside you was going too fast to react. You elbowed him and grabbed his gun before swerving away. The other motorcycle crashed straight into the car. One down, two to go.

“Move! Move!” You shouted at the confused, screaming pedestrians you tried to dodge as you hopped onto a sidewalk. Galore and the other men stopped shooting, and you could indistinctly hear her barking out orders. You made a sharp turn left, nearly hitting a car that you dared to think was an Aston, onto a wide bridge. You glanced behind you and that car was definitely an Aston and that was definitely Q driving it as the car rammed straight into the second motorcyclist and then focused on pushing back the Audi that had been trailing you. Galore was the only one on the bridge with you. Your motorcycle hit a bump, but you didn’t react fast enough and got thrown from the bike, rolling along the hard asphalt.

“You just don’t know when to stop, do you?” Galore spat angrily, yanking you up from your hair again- damn her and knowing how much that actually hurts. She pointed her gun at you, “Where’s the flash drive? I know Harrison doesn’t have it, so he must’ve given it to you.”

“Go to hell.” You bitterly replied. She hit you in the lip with the butt of her gun, busting your lip in the process. You spit up some blood, before kneeing her and making a run for the edge of the bridge. You looked down into the abyss of the river; it was too dark for you to even try to guess how far the jump was and you had no clue how deep the water was. Galore began to shoot at you, leaving you no choice but to jump. The minute you hit the crisp, cold water, you did your best to minimize your air bubbles and swam under the surface towards the bridge.

You weren’t sure how long you held your breath to keep yourself under the water and away from Galore’s bullets, but you knew you were thankful for your intense swim training years prior. Maybe you weren’t overexaggerating when you said you had the best lungs on MI6. You came up for air on the bank besides a tree and slowly pulled yourself out. Between the stab wound on your already vulnerable bullet wound and your own self-inflicted cut on your wrist, you were beaten up, and that wasn’t even accounting for the cuts and bruises on your knuckles, face, and legs. You had to go back for the flash drive. While it was most likely Q in that Aston, you weren’t sure if he’d made it out or if he’d actually follow your tracker now that he knows you’re nowhere near it.

You had barely made it a block into your cold journey back to the hotel when a car pulled up beside you. You were ready to fight whoever was inside, but your defenses dropped as soon as you heard the familiar voice from the rolled down window.

“Need a ride?”

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The Atonement in the New Testament

1. The fact of the atonement.

The atonement that had been foreordained from eternity and typically foreshadowed in the Old Testament ritual was fulfilled historically, in the crucifixion of Jesus, when the divine redemptive purpose was consummated. "It's done!" The Gospel writers described the sufferings and death of Christ with a wealth of details not seen in the narratives of other Old Testament prophecy events, which indicate the great importance of the event.

Some writers from the "liberal" school defend the theory that Christ's death was an accident and tragedy. He would have started his ministry with great hope of success, according to them, but then he found himself involved in certain circumstances that led to his unforeseen destruction, which he could not escape. But, what do the Gospels say about it? According to his testimony, Jesus knew from the beginning that suffering and death were part of his divinely ordained destiny. In his declaration, that the Son of man should suffer, the word "should" indicates the divine vocation and not the unforeseen and inevitable fatality.

In the act of his baptism he heard the words: "This is my beloved son, in whom I am well pleased" (Matt. 3:17). These words are taken from two prophecies, the first declaring the Messiah's sonship and his Divinity (Ps. 2: 7), and the second describing the Messiah's ministry as the Lord's Servant (Isa. 42: 1). The servant mentioned in Isa. 42: 1 is the suffering Servant of Isa. 53. The conclusion we reached is that even at the time of his baptism, Jesus was aware of the fact that suffering and death were part of his vocation.

The rejection of Satan's offerings in the desert implied a tragic outcome of his work, for he chose the hard path of rejection rather than the easy and popular one. The very fact that the Holy One was among the people (Luke 3:21) who were being baptized, and submitting to the same baptism was an act of identification with sinful humanity, in order to take away the sins of that same people. The Servant of the Lord, according to Isaiah 53, would be "counted with transgressors" (ver. 12).

Jesus' baptism can be considered as "the great act of loving communion with our misery", because at that time he identifies with sinners and, therefore, in a sense his work of atonement has already begun. Many times during the course of his ministry, the Lord, in hidden and figurative language, referred to his death (Mat.5: 10-12; 23:37; Mar. 9: 12,13; 3: 6,20- 30; 2:19), but in Caesarea Philippi he clearly told the disciples that he must suffer and die. From that time on he sought to enlighten their minds about this fact, which he would have to suffer, so that, being warned, they would not sink in their faith in the face of the shock of the crucifixion. (Mar. 8:31; 9:31; 10:32.)

He also explained the meaning of his death to them. they should not consider it as an unforeseen and unfortunate tragedy to which they would have to resign, but rather as a death whose purpose was to make atonement. "The Son of Man came to give his life as a ransom for many." At the Last Supper Jesus gave instructions about the future commemoration of his death, as the supreme act of his ministry. He ordered a rite that would commemorate his redemption of humanity, just as Easter commemorated Israel's redemption from Egypt. His disciples, who were still under the influence of Jewish ideas about the Messiah and the kingdom, could not understand the necessity of his death and only with difficulty could they accept the fact. But after the resurrection and the ascension they understood it and always after that they affirmed that the death of Christ was divinely ordained as the means of the atonement. "Christ died for our sins", is his usual testimony.

2. The need for atonement.

The need for atonement is a consequence of two facts: the holiness of God and the sinfulness of man. The reaction of God's holiness against man's sinfulness is known as his wrath, which can be avoided through the atonement. Therefore, the key points of our study will be the following: Holiness, sinfulness, anger and atonement.

(a) God's holiness. God is holy by nature, which means that he is just in character and conduct. These attributes of his character are manifested in his dealings with his creation. "He loves justice and judgment" (Ps. 33: 5). "Justice and judgment are the basis of your throne" (Psalm 89:14). God constituted man and the world according to specific laws, laws that form the very foundation of human personality, written in the heart and nature of man. (Rom. 2:14, 15.)

These laws unite man to his Creator through the bonds of personal relationship and form the basis of human responsibility. "Because in him we live, and we move and exist" (Acts17: 28), so it was said of humanity in general. Sin disturbs the relationship expressed in this verse, and in the end the unrepentant sinner will be cast eternally from the presence of God. This is "the second death". On many occasions this relationship has been reaffirmed, expanded and interpreted under another system called an alliance.

For example, at Sinai God reaffirmed the conditions under which he could have fellowship with man (the moral law) and then established a series of regulations by which Israel could observe these conditions in the sphere of national and religious life. Keeping the covenant means being in relationship with God, or being in grace; for the one who is righteous can have fellowship only with those who walk in righteousness. "Will two walk together, if they don't agree?" (Amos 3: 3). And being in communion with God means life. From beginning to end, the Scriptures declare this truth, that obedience and life go together. (Gen. 2:17; Rev. 22:14.)

(b) The sinfulness of man. This relationship was disturbed by sin, which is a disturbance of the personal relationship between God and man. And disrespecting the constitution, as it were, an action that affects God and men, just like the infidelity that violates the marriage pact under which men and women live. (Jer. 3:20.) "Your iniquities divide between you and your God" (Isa. 59: 2). The function of the atonement is to make reparation for the violated law and to resume the interrupted communion between God and man.

(c) Ira. Sin is essentially an attack on God's honor and holiness. It is rebellion against God, because by deliberate sin, man prefers his own will over the will of God, and for some time he becomes "autonomous". But if God allowed his honor to be attacked then he would cease to be God. His honor calls for the destruction of the one who resists him; his justice demands satisfaction of the violated law; and his holiness reacts against sin and this reaction is recognized as a manifestation of wrath. But this divine reaction is not automatic; it does not always act instantly, as with the hand in contact with the fire.

God's wrath is governed by personal considerations; God is slow to destroy the work of his hands. He urges the man; he hopes to be gracious. He postpones judgment in the hope that his goodness will lead man to repentance. (Rom. 2: 4; 2 Pet. 3: 9.) But men misunderstand divine delays and scoff at the day of judgment. "Seen as if judgment on evil work is not immediately carried out, therefore the hearts of the children of men are entirely willing to do evil" (Eccl. 8:11).

But, although it takes time, the final retribution will come, because in a world governed by laws there has to be a reckoning. "make no mistake: God is not mocked; for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap" (Gal. 6: 7). This truth was demonstrated at Calvary, where God declared "his righteousness by the remission of sins before committed, under the patience of God" (Rom. 3:25). So someone translates this passage: "This was to demonstrate the righteousness of God in view of the fact that the sins previously committed during the time of God's tolerance were ignored".

Another one paraphrases the passage: "He suspended judgment on the sins of that previous period, the period of his patience, with a view to the revelation of his justice under this dispensation, when he, a just Judge, will absolve the sinner who affirms his faith in Jesus." In past centuries it seems that God did not take into account the sins of the nations; men continued in sin, apparently without reaping the consequences. Hence the question, "So does God not become aware of sin?" But the crucifixion revealed the horrendous character of sin, and it vividly demonstrates the terrible punishment on it.

The cross of Christ declares that God never was, is not, and could never be indifferent to the sin of men. Thus a scholar comments on the matter: God gave evidence of his wrath against sin when he occasionally punished Israel and the Gentile nations. But he did not inflict the full penalty, otherwise the human race would have perished. In large part he "overlooked" the sins of men. It would be unfair for the king to fail to punish a crime or even to postpone the punishment. And in the opinion of some. God has lost prestige because of his tolerance, which he interprets as a means of escaping divine punishment. God destined Christ to die in order to demonstrate his justice in view of the tolerance of past sins, a tolerance that seemed to overshadow justice.

(d) Atonement. Man has broken the laws of God and violated the principles of justice. The knowledge of these acts is registered in his memory and his conscience accuses him. What can be done to remedy the past and be secure in the future? Is there any atonement for the violated law? There are three answers to this question: 1) Some claim that atonement is not possible and that life is governed by an inexorable law, which will punish all violations with mathematical precision. Whatever a man sows, he will reap.

Sin remains. Thus the sinner will never escape the guilt of the past. His future is mortgaged and there is no redemption for him. This theory makes man a slave to his circumstances; you can do nothing about his fate. If the proponents of this theory recognize God, for them God is enslaved to his own laws, unable to provide a means of escape for sinners. 2) At the other extreme there are those who teach that the atonement is unnecessary.

God is so good that he will not punish the sinner, and so gracious that he will not demand the fulfillment of the broken law. Therefore, the atonement becomes unnecessary and it is assumed that God will forgive everyone. A doctor once said to a client who had told him about the Gospel: I don't need an atonement. When I make a mistake, I simply ask God to forgive me, and that's enough. "After a while the client returned to the doctor and said:" Doctor, I'm fine now. I'm sorry I got sick, and I promise you that I will work hard to never get sick again. "At the same time she implied that there was no need to consider or pay the bill! We believe that the doctor understood the lesson, that is, that mere regret did not it does not count, nor does it repair the damage caused by sin.

The New Testament teaches that the atonement is both necessary and possible; possible because God is benevolent as well as just; necessary because God is just as well as benevolent. The two errors discussed above are exaggerations of two truths about the character of God. The former exaggerates his justice, excluding his grace. The second exaggerates his grace, excluding his justice. The atonement does justice to both aspects of his character, for in Christ's death, God is acting justly as well as benevolently.

When dealing with sin, he needs to show his grace, for he does not want the sinner to die; but, in forgiving sin, he must reveal his righteousness, for the very stability of the universe depends on the sovereignty of God. In the atonement God does justice to his character as a benevolent God. His justice called for the sinner's punishment, but his grace provided a plan for forgiveness. At the same time he does justice to his character as a just and upright God. God would not do himself justice if he showed compassion to sinners in a way that made sin a light thing and ignored its tragic reality. We might think that God would then be indifferent or indulgent about sin. The punishment for sin was paid at Calvary, and the divine law was honored; in this way God was able to be benevolent without being unjust, and just without being unforgiving.

3. The nature of the atonement.

Christ's death is: "Christ died", expresses the historical fact of the crucifixion; "for our sins", interprets the fact. In what sense did Jesus die for our sins? How is the fact explained in the New Testament? The answer is found in the following keywords applied to Christ's death: Atonement, Propitiation, Substitution, Redemption and Reconciliation.

(a) Atonement. The word atonement in Hebrew literally means 'to cover', and is translated by the following words: make atonement, purify, settle, reconcile, make reconciliation, pacify, be merciful. The atonement, in the original, includes the idea of ​​covering both sins (Ps. 78: 38; 79: 9; Lev. 5:18) as well as the sinner. (Lev. 4:20.) To atone for sin is to hide sin from God's view so that the sinner loses his power to provoke divine wrath. We quote Pr. Alfred Cave here: The idea expressed by the Hebrew original of the word translated "expiate", was "to cover" and "cover", not in the sense of making him invisible to Jehovah, but in the sense of occupying his view with another thing, to neutralize sin, so to speak, to disarm it, to make it inert to provoke the just wrath of God.

To atone for sin ... was to throw, so to speak, a veil over sin so provocative, so that the veil, and not sin, was visible; it was putting side by side with sin something so attractive that it completely captivated attention. The figure that the New Testament uses when speaking of the new garments (of justice), the Old Testament uses when speaking of the "atonement". When atonement was made under the law, it was as if the divine eye, which had been lit by the presence of sin and impurity, was quieted by the garment placed around it; or, using a much more modern but equally appropriate figure, it was as if the sinner, exposed to an electrical discharge of divine wrath, had suddenly been enveloped and isolated.

Exposure means covering the sinner in such a way that his sin was invisible or nonexistent in the sense that he could no longer be between him and his Creator. When the blood was applied to the altar by the priest, the Israelite felt confident that the promise made to his predecessors would be made real to him. "When I see blood, I will pass over you" (Ex. 12:13). What were the effects of the atonement or cover? Sin was blotted out (Jer. 18:23; Isa. 43:25; 44:22); removed (Isa.6: 7); covered (Sal. 32: 1); launched into the depths of the sea (Miq. 7:19); forgiven (Ps. 78:38).

All of these terms teach that sin is covered so that its effects are removed, out of sight, invalidated, undone. Jehovah no longer sees or is influenced by him. Christ's death was an atoning death, because its purpose was to erase sin. (Heb. 9:26, 28; 2:17; 10: 12-14; 9:14.) It was a sacrificial death or a death that was related to sin. What was that relationship? "Bearing our sins in his body on the tree" (1 Pet. 2:24). "He who knew no sin made it sin for us, that we might be made the righteousness of God" (2 Cor. 5:21) Atoning for sin means taking it away, so that it is removed from the transgressor, who it is considered, then, as justified from all injustice, cleansed from contamination and sanctified to belong to the people of God. A Hebrew word used to describe purification literally means "to remove sin." By Christ's atoning death, sinners are cleansed from sin and soon made partakers of the nature of Christ. They die to sin in order to live for Christ.

(b) Propitiation. The word propitiation is believed to have its origin in a Latin word "proposes", which means "close to". Thus it is noticed that the word means to join, to become favorable. The sacrifice of propitiation brings man closer to God, reconciles him to God by making atonement for his transgressions, gaining grace and favor. (In his mercy, God accepts the propitiatory gift and restores the sinner to his love. This is also the meaning of the Greek word as used in the New Testament.

To propitiate is to placate the wrath of a holy God by offering an atoning sacrifice. Christ is described as this propitiation (Rom. 3:25: 1 John 2: 4; 4). Sin keeps man away from God; but Christ dealt with the issue of sin in favor of man in such a way that his separating power was nullified. Therefore, now man can "approach" God "in his name". Access to God, the most sublime of privileges, was bought at a great price: the blood of Christ. Thus writes Dr. James Denney: And just as in the Old Testament every object used in worship had to be sprinkled with atoning blood, so also all parts of Christian worship; all of our approaches to God must consciously rest on the atonement. It must be felt that it is a priceless privilege; it must be permeated with the feeling of the passion of Christ and the love with which he loved us when he suffered for our sins once and for all, the just for the unjust to come to God. The word "propitiation" in Romans 3:25 is a translation of the Greek word "hilasterion", which is also found in Heb. 9: 5 where it is translated as "propitiatory".

In Hebrew, "mercy seat" literally means "covered," and in both Hebrew and Greek, the word expresses the thought of a sacrifice (*). It refers to the ark of the covenant (Ex. 25: 10-22) which was composed of two parts: first, the ark, representing the throne of the righteous ruler of Israel, containing the tablets of the law as the expression of his just will; second, the cover, or cap, known as the "propitiatory", crowned with angelic figures called cherubs.

Two salient lessons were communicated by this furniture: first, the tablets of the law taught that God was a just God who would not overlook sin and that he should execute his decrees and punish the wicked. How could a sinful nation live before him? The mercy seat, which covered the law, was the place where blood was sprinkled once a year to make atonement for the sins of the people. It was the place where sin was covered, and it taught the lesson that God, who is just, can perfectly forgive sin because of an atoning sacrifice.

Through the atoning blood, what is a throne of judgment becomes a throne of grace. The ark and the mercy seat illustrate the problem solved by atonement. The problem and its solution are stated in Rom. 3: 24-26, where we read: "being justified gratuitously by his grace, by the redemption that is in Christ Jesus, whom God proposed for atonement (an atoning sacrifice) by faith in his blood, to demonstrate his righteousness by the remission of sins committed before (demonstrating that the apparent delay in executing the judgment does not mean that God passed over sin) under the patience of God; for demonstrating his justice, in this present time (his way of making sinners righteous), so that he is just (to inflict due punishment for sin), and justifier (to remove punishment for sin) of one who has faith in Jesus ".

How can God really inflict the punishment of sin and at the same time cancel that punishment? God Himself took the punishment in the person of his Son, and in this way opened the way for the forgiveness of the guilty. His law was honored and the sinner was saved. Sin was expiated and God was propitiated. Men can understand how God can be just and punish, be merciful and forgive; but how God can be just in the act of justifying the guilty is an enigma for them. Calvary solves the problem. It is necessary to clarify the fact that the atonement was a true transaction, because some teach that the atonement was simply a demonstration of the love of God and of Christ, with the intention of moving the sinner to repentance.

This is certainly one of the effects of the atonement (1 John 3:16), but it does not represent the whole of the atonement. For example, we could jump into a river and drown ourselves in the sight of a very poor person in order to convince him of our love for him; but this act would not pay the rent of the house or the bill of the supplier that he owed! Christ's atoning work was a real transaction that removed a real obstacle between us and God, and paid the debt that we could not pay.

(c) Replacement. Old Testament sacrifices were substitutes by nature; they were considered as something that was done, on the altar, for the Israelite, who could not do it by himself. The altar represented the sinner; the victim was the substitute for the Israelite to be accepted on his behalf. In the same way, Christ, on the cross, did for us what we could not do for ourselves, and whatever our need, we are accepted "because of him". If we offer to God our repentance, gratitude or consecration, we do it "in his name", because he is the Sacrifice through which we come to God the Father.

The substitutionary thought is prominent in the Old Testament sacrifices, where the victim's blood is considered as a covering or as making atonement for the offeror's soul. In the chapter in which the Old Testament sacrifices reach their greatest meaning (Isa. 53) we read: "Truly" he took upon us our infirmities, and our pains he took upon himself ... but he was wounded for our transgressions, and ground for our iniquities; the punishment that brings us peace was upon him, and by his stripes we were healed, (verses 4, 5).

All of these expressions present the Servant of Jehovah as carrying the punishment that should befall others, in order to "justify many"; and "take their iniquities". Christ, being the Son of God, was able to offer a sacrifice of eternal and infinite value. Having assumed human nature, he was able to identify with the human race and thus suffer the punishment that was ours, so that we could escape. This explains the exclamation: "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" He who was sinless by nature, who had never committed a single sin in his life, became a sinner (or took the place of the sinner). In Paul's words: "He who knew no sin made him sin for us" (2 Cor. 5:21). In Peter's words: "We carry our sins in his body on the tree" (1 Pet. 2:24).

(d) Redemption. The word redeem, in both the Old and New Testaments, means to buy again at a price; free from bondage by price, buy from the market and withdraw from the market. The Lord Jesus is a Redeemer and his atoning work is described as a redemption. (Matt. 20:28; Rev. 5: 9; 14: 3, 4; Gal. 3:13; 4: 5; Titus 2:14; 1 Pet. 1:18.) The most interesting illustration of redemption is to be found in the Old Testament, in the law on the redemption of a relative. (Lev. 25: 47-49.)

According to this law, a man who had sold his property and had sold himself as a slave, because of some debt, could recover both his land and his freedom at any time, on condition that he be redeemed by a man who possessed the following qualities: First, he should be related to the man; second he should be willing to redeem it or buy it again; third, he should have to pay the price.

The Lord Jesus Christ brought these three qualities together: He became our relative, assuming our nature; he was willing to give anything to redeem us (2 Cor. 8: 9); and, being divine, he was able to pay the price ... his own precious blood. The fact of redemption highlights the high price of salvation and, therefore, must be taken into great consideration. When certain believers in Corinth neglected their way of living, Paul admonished them: "do you not know ... that you are not yourselves? Because you were bought with a price; therefore glorify God in your body and in your spirit, which belong to God "(1 Cor. 6:19. 20).

Jesus once said, "What would it profit a man to win the whole world and lose his soul? Or what would a man give for the rescue of his soul?" (Mar. 8:36, 37). By that expression he meant that the soul, the true life of man, could be lost or ruined; and if lost, there could be no compensation for it, because there was no way to buy it again. Rich men will be able to boast and trust in their wealth, but their power is limited.

The Psalmist said: "None of them can in any way redeem your brother, or give God his ransom (for the redemption of your soul is very expensive, and your resources would be exhausted before) so either live forever or fail to live. see corruption "(Ps 49: 7-9). But since the souls of multitudes have already been "confiscated", so to speak, for living in sin, and cannot be redeemed by human means, what can be done for them? The Son of Man came into the world "to give his life as a ransom (or for redemption) for many (Matt. 20:28).

The supreme goal of his coming into the world was to give his life as a ransom price so that those, whose souls were "confiscated", could retrieve them. The (spiritual) lives of many, "confiscated", are released by Christ's surrender of life. Peter told his readers that they were rescued from their vain way of life, which they received by tradition (routine or customs) from their parents (1 Peter 1:18).

The word "vain" means "empty", or that which does not satisfy. Life, before coming into contact with the death of Christ, is useless and vain is to grope, looking for something that can never be found. With all your efforts, you cannot discover the reality; it has no permanent fruit. "What's the use of all this?" many people exclaim. Christ redeemed us from that bondage. When the power of Christ's atoning death comes into contact with someone's life, that life enjoys great satisfaction. it is no longer enslaved to ancestral traditions or limited to established routine or customs. Rather, the Christian's actions arise out of a new life that came into being through the power of Christ's death. Christ's death, being a death for sin, frees and "creates" the soul.

(e) Reconciliation. "All of this comes from God, who reconciled us to himself through Jesus Christ, and gave us the ministry of reconciliation; that is, God was in Christ reconciling the world to himself, not imputing his sins to them; reconciliation "(2 Cor. 5: 18, 19.) When we were enemies, we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son (Rom. 5:10). Men who at one time were strangers to each other and enemies in understanding for their evil deeds, now in the body of their flesh, by death, were reconciled (Col. 1:21).

Atonement is often misunderstood and therefore misinterpreted. Some imagine that the atonement means that God was angry with the sinner, and that he turned away, in a bad mood, until the anger subsided, when his Son offered to pay the penalty. In other words, they think, God had to be reconciled to the sinner. This idea, however, is a caricature of true doctrine. Through the Scriptures we see that it is God, the offended party, who takes the initiative in providing atonement for man.

It was God who clothed our first parents; it is the Lord who orders atoning sacrifices; it was God who sent and gave his Son in sacrifice for humanity. God Himself is the Author of man's redemption. Although his majesty has been offended by man's sin, his holiness must naturally react against sin, however, he does not want the sinner to perish (Ezek. 33:11), but rather to repent and be saved. . Paul did not say that God was reconciled to man, but that God did something in order to reconcile man with himself. This act of reconciliation is an accomplished work; it is a work done for the benefit of men, so that, in the sight of God, the whole world is reconciled.

It remains only for the evangelist to proclaim it and for the individual to receive it. Christ's death made it possible for all mankind to be reconciled to God; each individual must make it real. This, in essence, is the gospel message; Christ's death was an accomplished work of reconciliation, carried out independently of us, at an inestimable cost, to which men are called through a ministry of reconciliation.

4. The effectiveness of the atonement.

What effect does Christ's atoning work have for man? What does it produce in your experience?

(a) Forgiveness of transgression. Through his atoning work, Jesus Christ paid the debt that we could not pay and secured the remission of past sins. Thus, the sinful past for the Christian is no longer that horrendous burden that he carried, for his sins were erased, carried away and canceled. (John 1:29; Ephesians 1: 7; Heb. 9: 22-28; Rev. 1: 5.) He began life anew, trusting that the sins of the past will never find him in judgment. (John 1 ^: 24.)

(b) Deliverance from sin. Through atonement the believer is delivered, not only from the guilt of sins, but can also be delivered from the power of sin. The subject is dealt with in Romans, chaps. 6 to 8. Paul anticipates an objection that some of his Jewish opponents must have raised many times to know, that if a person were saved merely by believing in Jesus, that person would have a light opinion about sin, saying: "If we remain in sin , his grace will abound "(Rom. 6: 1). Paul rejects this thought and points out that he who truly believes in Christ has broken away from sin.

The breakthrough is so decisive that it is described as "death". Living faith in the crucified Savior results in the crucifixion of the old sinful nature. The man who believes with all the powers of his soul (that is the true belief) that Christ died for his sins, will have such a conviction about the terrible condition of sin, and will repudiate him with all his being. The cross signifies the death sentence on sin. But the tempter is active and human nature is weak; that is why constant vigilance and daily crucifixion of sinful impulses is necessary. (Rom. 6:11.)

And victory is assured "Because sin will have no dominion over you, for you are not under the law, but under grace" (Rom. 6:14.) That is, the law means that something must be done by the sinner; unable to pay the debt or comply with the law, he remains captive to sin. On the other hand, grace means that something has been done for the sinner ... the finished work of Calvary. As the sinner believes what has been done for him, so he receives what has been done. His faith has a powerful ally in the Person of the Holy Spirit, who dwells in him. The Holy Spirit helps you to repudiate sinful tendencies; it helps you in prayer and gives you the assurance of your freedom and victory as a child of God. (Rom. 8). In fact, Christ died to remove the obstacle of sin, so that the Spirit of God can enter human life (Gal. 3:13, 14).

Being saved by the grace of God, revealed on the cross, the believer receives an experience of purification and spiritual enlivening (Titus 3: 5-7). Having died to the old life of sin, the person is born again, to a new life ... he is born of water (experiencing purification) and he is born of the Spirit (receiving divine life). (John 3: 5.)

(c) Deliverance from death. Death has both physical and spiritual significance. In the physical sense it denotes the cessation of physical life, resulting from illness, natural decay or violent cause. it is, however, more used in the spiritual sense, that is, as the punishment imposed by God on human sin. The word expresses the spiritual condition of separation from God and divine displeasure because of sin.

The unrepentant who dies out of the favor of God will remain eternally separated from him in the other world, this separation being known as the "second death". This warning: "The day you eat of it, you will surely die", would not have been fulfilled if death were only the physical act of dying, as Adam and Eve continued to live after that day. But the decree is profoundly correct when we remember that the word "death" implied all the penal consequences of sin - separation from God, iniquity, evil inclination, physical weakness, and, finally, physical death and its consequences.

When the Scriptures say that Christ died for our sins, they mean that Christ submitted himself, not only to physical death but also to the death that means the penalty of sin. He humbled himself in the suffering of death "so that, by the grace of God, he might taste death for all" (Heb. 2: 9). Because of his nature and the divine disposition, he was able to carry out this plan. we cannot understand the "how" of the question, because evidently in this we are faced with a great divine mystery. The truth, however, is that we accept many facts in this universe without understanding the "how" of such facts.

No reasonable person refuses the benefits of electricity just because he does not fully understand it or because he does not understand the laws of its operation. Likewise, no one needs to refuse the benefits of the atonement because he cannot reasonably reduce that atonement to the simplicity of. a mathematical problem. Since death is the penalty of sin, and Christ gave Himself for our sins, He did this when He died. Concentrating on those few hours of his death on the cross was all the horrendous meaning of death and the blackness of punishment, and that explains the exclamation: "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" These are not the words of a martyr, because martyrs are generally sustained by an inner knowledge of the presence of God; they are words of One who performed an act that implies divine separation.

This act was consummated when he took away our sins. (2 Cor. 5:21.) While it is true that those who believe in him also have to suffer physical death (Rom. 8:10), even so, for them stigma (or punishment) is taken from death, and this becomes a door to another, broader life. In this sense Jesus stated: "Everyone who lives and believes in me will never die" (John 11:26).

(d) The gift of eternal life. Christ died so that we would not perish (the word is used in the biblical sense of spiritual ruin), but "have eternal life" (John 3: 14-16. See Rom. 6; 23.) Eternal life means more than mere existence; it means life in God's favor and fellowship with him. Dead in transgressions and sins, man is out of God's favor; through Christ's sacrifice, sin is atoned for and restored to full fellowship with God. To be in God's favor and in communion with him is to have eternal life, for it is life with him that is the Eternal. That life is possessed now because the believers are in communion with God; eternal life is described as future (Titus 1: 2; Rom. 6:22), because the future life will bring perfect fellowship with God. "And they will see your face" (Rev. 22: 4).

(e) The victorious life. The cross is the dynamo that produces in the human heart that response that constitutes the Christian life. The expression "I will live for him who died for me", says the dynamism of the cross well. The Christian life is the reaction of the soul to the love of Christ. The cross of Christ inspires true repentance, which is repentance to God. Sin is often followed by remorse, shame and anger; but only when there is sadness at having offended God, is there true repentance.

This internal knowledge is not produced of its own free will, because the very nature of sin tends to obscure the mind and harden the heart. The sinner needs a powerful reason to repent - something that will make him see and feel that his sin has deeply offended and insulted God. But the decree is profoundly correct when we remember that the word "death" implied all the penal consequences of sin - separation from God, iniquity, evil inclination, physical weakness, and, finally, physical death and its consequences.

When the Scriptures say that Christ died for our sins, they mean that Christ submitted himself, not only to physical death but also to the death that means the penalty of sin. He humbled himself in the suffering of death "so that, by the grace of God, he might taste death for all" (Heb. 2: 9). Because of his nature and the divine disposition, he was able to carry out this plan. we cannot understand the "how" of the issue, because evidently in this we are faced with a great divine mystery.

The truth, however, is that we accept many facts in this universe without understanding the "how" of such facts. No reasonable person refuses the benefits of electricity just because he does not fully understand it or because he does not understand the laws of its operation. Likewise, no one needs to refuse the benefits of the atonement because they cannot, by reason, reduce this atonement to the simplicity of. a mathematical problem. Since death is the penalty of sin, and Christ gave Himself for our sins, He performed this act when He died.

Concentrating on those few hours of his death on the cross was all the horrendous meaning of death and the blackness of punishment, and that explains the exclamation: "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" These are not the words of a martyr, because martyrs are generally sustained by an inner knowledge of the presence of God; they are words of One who performed an act that implies divine separation. This act was consummated when he took away our sins. (2 Cor. 5:21.) While it is true that those who believe in him also have to suffer physical death (Rom. 8:10), even so, for them stigma (or punishment) is taken from death, and this becomes a door to another, broader life.

In this sense Jesus affirmed: "Whoever lives and believes in me will never die" (John 11:26). The cross of Christ provides this reason, as it demonstrates the horrendous nature of sin, because it caused death of the Son of God. It declares the terrible punishment for sin; but it also reveals the love and grace of God. It is quite right what someone said: "All true penitents are children of the cross. Their repentance is not theirs; it is the reaction to God produced in their souls by demonstrating what sin is for him, and what does the your love to reach and win sinners. "

It is written about certain saints who came from the great tribulation, who "washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb" (Rev. 7:14). The reference is to the sanctifying power of Christ's death. They had resisted sin, and were now pure. Where did they get the strength to overcome sin? The power of Christ's love revealed on Calvary constrained them.

The power of the cross, descending into their hearts, enabled them to overcome sin. (See Gal. 2:20.) "And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of his testimony; and they did not love their lives until death" (Rev. 12:11). God's love constrained them and helped them to overcome. The pressure on them was great, but with the blood of the Lamb as the motive that drove them, they were invincible. "In view of the cross on which Jesus died, they could not" betray their cause by cowardice, and they did not love their lives more than he loved yours. They belonged to Christ, as he belonged to them ". The victorious life includes victory over Satan. The New Testament declares that Christ overcame demons. (Luke 10: 17-20; John 12:31, 32; 14:30 ; Col. 2:15; Heb. 2:14, 15; Rev. 12: 11.) Believers have victory over the devil as long as they have the Victor over the devil! ... A Expiação no Novo Testamento

1. O fato da expiação.

A expiação que fora preordenada desde a eternidade e prefigurada aplicada no ritual do Antigo Testamento cumpriuse historicamente, na crucificação de Jesus, quando se consumou o divino propósito redentivo. "Está consumado!" Os escritores dos Evangelhos descrevem os sofrimentos e a morte de Cristo com profusão de pormenores que não se suprimem nas narrativas de outros eventos das profecias do Antigo Testamento, os quais indicam a grande importância do evento.

Alguns escritores da escola "liberal" defendem a teoria de que a morte de Cristo de um acidente e tragédia.! Ele teria iniciado seu ministério com grande esperança de sucesso, segundo eles, mas depois viu-se predecessor em certas circunstâncias que ocasionaram a destruição imprevista, à qual não pôde escapar. Mas, que dizem os Evangelhos a respeito? Segundo o seu testemunho, Jesus sabia desde o princípio que o sofrimento e a morte faziam parte do seu destino divinamente ordenado. Em sua declaração, que o filho do homem deve sofrer, a palavra "devia" indica a vocação divina e não a fatalidade imprevista e inevitável.

No ato do seu batismo ele mesmo, as palavras: "Este é o meu filho amado, em quem me comprazo" (Mat. 3:17). Essas palavras são extraídas de duas profecias, a primeira declarando a filiação do Messias e sua Divindade (Sal. 2: 7), e a segunda descrição do ministério do Messias como o Servo do Senhor (Isa. 42: 1). O servo descrito em Isa. 42: 1 é o Servo sofredor de Isa. 53. A conclusão à qual chegamos é que mesmo na hora do seu batismo, Jesus estava pronto do fato de que sofrimento e morte faziam parte de sua vocação.

A rejeição das ofertas de Satanás no deserto implicava desfecho trágico de sua obra, pois ele escolheu o caminho duro da rejeição em vez do fácil e popular. O próprio fato de o Santo estar no meio do povo (Luc. 3:21) que se batizava, e o submetriz-se ao mesmo batismo foi um ato de identificação com a humanidade pecaminosa, um fim de levar os pecados desse mesmo povo. O Servo do Senhor, segundo Isaias 53, seria "contado com os transgressores" (ver. 12).

O batismo de Jesus pode ser considerado como "o grande ato de amorosa comunhão com a nossa miséria", pois nessa hora ele identifica-se com os pecadores e, por conseqüência, em certo sentido sua obra de expiação jà começou. Muitas vezes durante o curso do seu ministério do Senhor, em linguagem oculta e figurada, referiu-se à sua morte (Mat.5: 10-12; 23:37; Mar. 9: 12,13; 3: 6,20- 30; 2:19), mas em Cesaréia de Filipo ele claramente disse aos discípulos que desviaram e morrer. Daquele tempo em diante ele preparecerlhes como mentes sobre este fato, que critério que sofrer, para que, sendo avisados, não naufragassem em sua fé ante o choque da crucificação. (Mar. 8:31; 9:31; 10:32.)

Ele também explicou o significado de sua morte. não a incluir considerar como tragédia imprevista e infeliz à qualificaria que se resignar, e, sim, como sendo morte cujo propósito era fazer expiação. "O Filho do homem veio a dar a sua vida em resgate de muitos." Na última ceia Jesus deu instruções acerca da futura comemoração de sua morte, como sendo o supremo ato de seu ministério. Ele ordenou um rito que comemoraria sua redenção da humanidade, assim como a Páscoa comemorava a redenção de Israel do Egito. Seus discípulos, que ainda estavam sob influência de idéias judaicas acerca do Messias e do reino, não podia compreender a necessidade de sua morte e só com dificuldade poderia aceitar o fato. Mas apos a ressurreição e a ascensão eles o entendream e sempre depois disso afirmaram que a morte de Cristo for divinamente ordenada como o meio da expiação. "Cristo morreu pelos nossos pecados", é seu testemunho de sempre.

2. A necessidade da expiação.

A necessidade da expiação é consequência de dois fatos: a santidade de Deus e a pecabilidade do homem. A reação da santidade de Deus contra a pecabilidade do homem é conhecida como sua ira, a qual pode ser evitada mediante a expiação. Portanto, os pontos-chave do nosso estudo serão os seguintes: Santidade, pecabilidade, ira e expiação.

(a) A santidade de Deus. Deus é santo pela natureza, o que significa que ele é justo em caráter e conduta. Esses atributos do seu caráter manifestam-se em seus tratos com a sua criação. “Ele ama a justiça e o juízes” (Sal. 33: 5). "Justiça e juízes são a base do teu trono" (Salm 89:14). Deus constituiu o homem e o mundo segundo leis especificas, leis que formam o próprio fundamento da personalidade humana, escritos no coração e na natureza do homem. (Rom. 2:14, 15.)

Essas leis unem o homem ao seu Criador pelos laços de relação pessoal e anterior a base da responsabilidade humana. "Porque nele vivemos, e nos movemos e existimos" (Atos17: 28), assim foi dito da humanidade em geral. O pecado perturba a relação expressa nesse verso, e ao fim o pecador impenitente será lançado eternamente da presença de Deus. Esta é "a segunda morte". Em muitas ocasiões essa relação foi reafirmada, ampliada e interpretada sob outro sistema chamado aliança.

Por exemplo, no Sinai Deus reafirmou as condições sob quais ele podia ter comunhão com o homem (a lei moral) e, então, uma série de normas pelos quais Israel poderia observar as condições da vida nacional e religiosa. Guardar a aliança significa estar em relação com Deus, ou estar na graça; pois aquele que é justo pode ter comunhão somente com aqueles que andam na justiça. "Andarão dois juntos, se não conquistaram de acordo?" (Amós 3: 3). E estar em comunhão com Deus significa vida. Do princípio ao fim, as Escrituras declaram esta verdade, que a obediência e a vida e juntas. (Gên. 2:17; Apoc. 22:14.)

(b) A pecabilidade do homem. Essa relação foi perturbada pelo pecado que é um distúrbio da relação pessoal entre Deus e o homem. E desrespeitar a constituição, por assim dizer, ação que afeta a Deus e aos homens, tal qual a infidelidade que viola o pacto matrimonial sob o qual vive o homem e sua mulher. (Jer. 3:20.) "Vossas iniqüidades fazem divisão entre vós e o vosso Deus" (Isa. 59: 2). A função da expiação é fazer pela lei violada e reatar a comunhão interrompida entre Deus e o homem.

(c) Ira. O pecado é essencialmente um ataque contra a honra e a santidade de Deus. É rebelião contra Deus, pois pelo pecado deliberado, o homem prefere sua própria vontade em lugar da vontade de Deus, e por algum tempo torna-se "autônomo". Mas se Deus permite que sua honra fosse atacada então ele deixaria de ser Deus. Sua honra pede a destruição daquele que lhe resiste; sua justiça exige a satisfação da lei violada; e sua santidade reage contra o pecado sendo essa confirmação reconhecida como manifestação da ira. Mas essa reação divina não é automática; nem sempre ela entra em ação instantaneamente, como acontece com a mão em contato com o fogo.

A ira de Deus é governada por considerações pessoais; Deus é tardio em destruir a obra de suas mãos. Ele insta com o homem; ele espera ser gracioso. Ele adia o juízes na esperança de que sua bondade conduza o homem ao arrependimento. (Rom. 2: 4; 2 Ped. 3: 9.) Mas os homens interpretam mal como demoras divinas e zombam do dia de juízo. "Visto como se não executa imediatamente o juízo sobre a má obra, por isso o coração dos filhos dos homens está configurado para praticar o mal" (Ecl. 8:11).

Mas, embora demore, a retribuição final virá, pois num mundo governado por leis ter de haver um ajuste de contas. "não erreis: Deus não se deixa escarnecer; porque tudo o que o homem semear, isso também ceifará" (Gál. 6: 7). Essa verdade foi demonstrada no Calvário, onde Deus confessou "sua justiça pela remissão dos pecados dantes cometidos, sob a paciência de Deus" (Rom. 3:25). Assim alguém traduzir essa passagem: "Isto foi para demonstrar a justiça de Deus em vista do fato de que os pecados anteriores cometidos durante o tempo da tolerância de Deus foram ignorados".

Outro assim parafraseia uma passagem: "Ele suspendeu o juízes sobre os pecados daquele período anterior, o período de sua paciência, tendo em vista a revelação de sua justiça sob esta dispensação, quando ele, justo Juiz, absolverá o pecador que afirma fé em Jesus." Em séculos passados ​​parece que Deus não levou em conta os pecados das nações; os homens continuaram no pecado, aparentemente sem ceifar como suas conseqüências. Dai a pergunta: "Então Deus não toma conhecimento do pecado?" Mas a crucificação revelou o caráter horrendo do pecado, e demonstração vivamente o terrível castigo sobre ele.

A cruz de Cristo declara que Deus nunca foi, não é, e nunca poderia ser indiferente ao pecado dos homens. Assim comenta o assunto um erudito: Deus deu provas de sua ira contra o pecado quando ocasionalmente castigou Israel e nações gentílicas. Mas ele não infligiu a plena penalidade, caso contrário a raça humana teria perecido. Em grande parte ele "passou por alto" os pecados dos homens. Seria injusto o rei que deixasse de punir um crime ou mesmo que adiasse a punição. E na opinião de alguns. Deus perdeu prestigio por causa de sua tolerância, a qual interpretam como um meio de escapar à punição divina. Deus destinou Cristo para morrer a fim de demonstrar a sua justiça em vista da tolerância dos pecados passados, tolerância que parecia ofuscar a justiça.

(d) Expiação. O homem tem quebrado as leis de Deus e violado os princípios da justiça. O conhecimento desses atos está registrado em sua memória e sua consciência sobre a acusa. Que se pode fazer para remediar o passado e ter segurança no futuro? Existe alguma expiação pela lei violada? Para essa pergunta existem três respostas: 1) Alguns afirmam que a expiação não é possível e que a vida é governada por uma lei inexorável, a qual punirá com precisão matemática todas as violações. O que o homem semear, fatalmente, isso mesmo ele ceifará.

O pecado, Assim o pecador nunca escapará às culpas do passado. Seu futuro está hipotecado e não existe redenção para ele. Essa teoria faz do homem um escravo de suas circunstâncias; nada pode fazer quanto ao seu destino. Se os proponentes dessa teoria reconhecem a Deus, para Deus é escravizado às suas próprias leis, incapaz de provar um meio de fuga para os pecadores. 2) Nenhum outro extremo há aqueles que ensinam que a expiação é desnecessária.

Deus é tão bom que não punirá o pecador, e tão gracioso que não exigirá a satisfação da lei violada. Por conseguinte, a expiação toma-se desnecessária e é de supor que Deus perdoará a todos. Certa vez um médico disse a uma cliente que havia falado do Evangelho: Eu não preciso de expiação. Quando erro, peço simplesmente a Deus que me desculpe, e é quanto basta. "Depois de certo tempo a cliente voltou ao médico e lhe disse:" Doutor, agora estou bem. Sinto muito haver ficado doente, e prometo-lhe que me esforçarei para nunca mais adoecer. "Ao mesmo tempo ela insinuou que nenhuma necessidade havia de considerar ou pagar a conta! Cremos que o médico compreendeu a lição, isto é, que mero arrependimento não salda conta, nem repara os estragos causados ​​pelo pecado. 3)

O Novo Testamento ensina que a expiação é tanto necessária como também possível; possível porque Deus é benévolo, bem como justo; necessária porque Deus é justo, bem como benévolo. Os dois erros acima são exageros de duas verdades sobre o caráter de Deus. O primeiro exagera a sua justiça, excluindo a sua graça. O segundo exagera sua graça, excluindo a sua justiça. A expiação faz justiça a ambos os aspectos de seu caráter, pois na morte de Cristo, Deus está agindo de modo justo como também benévolo.

Ao tratar do pecado, ele precisa mostrar sua graça, pois ele não deseja o morte do pecador; mas, ao perdoar o pecado, ele precisa revelar a sua justiça, pois a estabilidade do universo depende da soberania de Deus. Na expiação Deus faz justiça a seu caráter como um Deus benévolo. Sua justiça clamou pelo castigo do pecador, mas sua graça proveu um plano para o perdão. Ao mesmo tempo ele faz justiça a seu caráter como um Deus justo e reto. Deus não faria justiça a si mesmo se manifestasse compaixão para com os pecadores de maneira que fizesse do pecado uma coisa leve e que ignorasse sua trágica realidade. Poderíamos pensar que Deus seria então indiferente ou indulgente quanto ao pecado. O castigo do pecado foi pago no Calvário, e a lei divina foi honrada; dessa maneira Deus pôde ser benévolo sem ser injusto, e justo sem ser inclemente.

3. A natureza da expiação.

A morte de Cristo é: "Cristo morreu", expressa o fato histórico da crucificação; "por nossos pecados", interpreta o fato. Em que sentido morreu Jesus por nossos pecados? Como é explicado o fato no Novo Testamento? A resposta encontra-se nas seguintes palavras-chave aplicadas à morte de Cristo: Expiação, Propiciação, Substituição, Redenção e Reconciliação.

(a) Expiação. A palavra expiação no hebraico significa literalmente 'cobrir', e é traduzida pelas seguintes palavras: fazer expiação, purificar, quitar, reconciliar, fazer reconciliação, pacificar, ser misericordioso. A expiação, no original, inclui a idéia de cobrir, tanto os pecados (Sal. 78: 38; 79: 9; Lev. 5:18) como também o pecador. (Lev. 4:20.) Expiar o pecado é ocultar o pecado da vista de Deus de modo que o pecador perca seu poder de provocar a ira divina. Citamos aqui o Pr. Alfred Cave: A idéia expressa pelo original hebraico da palavra traduzida "expiar", era "cobrir" e "cobertura", não no sentido de torná-lo invisível a Jeová, mas no sentido de ocupar sua vista com outra coisa, de neutralizar o pecado, por assim dizer, de desarmá-lo, de torná-lo inerte para provocar a justa ira de Deus.

Expiar o pecado ... era arrojar, por assim dizer, um véu sobre o pecado tão provocante, de modo que o véu., E não o pecado, fosse visível; era colocar lado a lado com o pecado algo tão atraente que cativasse completamente a atenção. A figura que o Novo Testamento usa ao falar das vestes novas (de justiça), usa-a o Antigo Testamento ao falar da "expiação". Quando se expiação sob uma lei, era como se o olho divino, que se havia acendido pela presença do pecado e a impureza, fosse aquietado pela vestidura posta ao seu derredor; ou, usando uma figura muito mais moderna, porém igualmente apropriada, era como se o pecador, exposto a uma descarga elétrica da ira divina, houvesse sido repentinamente envolto e isolado.

A exposição significa cobrir de tal maneira o pecador, que seu pecado era invisível ou inexistente no sentido de que já não podia estar entre ele e seu Criador. Quando o sangue era promovido ao altar pelo sacerdote, o israelita recebia segurança de que uma promessa feita a seus antecessores se faria real para ele. "Vendo eu sangue, passarei por cima de vós" (Êxo. 12:13). Quais são os efeitos da expiação ou da cobertura? O pecado era apagado (Jer. 18:23; Isa. 43:25; 44:22); comeu (Is 6: 7); coberto (Sal. 32: 1); lançado nas profundidades do mar (Miq. 7:19); perdoado (Sal. 78:38).

Todos esses termos ensinam que o pecado é coberto de modo que seus efeitos sejam removidos, afastados da vista, invalidados, desfeitos. Jeová já não vê nem sofre influência alguma dele. A morte de Cristo foi uma morte expiatória, porque seu propósito era apagar o pecado. (Heb. 9:26, 28; 2:17; 10: 12-14; 9:14.) Foi uma morte sacrificial ou uma morte que tinha relação com o pecado. Qual era essa relação? "Levando ele mesmo em seu corpo os nossos pecados sobre o madeiro" (1Ped. 2:24). "Aquele que não conheceu pecado, o fez pecado por nós, para que nele fôssemos feitos justiça de Deus" (2 Cor. 5:21) Expiar o pecado significante-lo embora, de modo que ele é passado do transgressor, o qual é considerado, então, como justificado de toda a injustiça, purificado de contaminação e santificado para pertencer ao povo de Deus. Uma palavra hebraica usada para descrever a purificação significa, literalmente, "quitar o pecado". Pela morte expiatória de Cristo os pecadores são purificados do pecado e logo feitos participantes da natureza de Cristo. Eles morrem para o pecado a fim de viverem para Cristo.

(b) Propiciação. Crê-se que a palavra propiciação tem sua origem em uma palavra latina "propostas", que significa "perto de". Assim se nota que a palavra significa juntar, tornar favorável. O sacrifício de propiciação traz o homem para perto de Deus, reconcilia-o com Deus fazendo expiação por suas transgressões, ganhando a graça e favor. (Em sua misericórdia, Deus aceita o dom propiciatório e restaura o pecador a seu amor. Esse também é o sentido da palavra grega como é usada no Novo Testamento.

Propiciar é aplacar a ira de um Deus santo pela oferenda dum sacrifício expiatório. Cristo é descrito como sendo essa propiciação (Rom. 3:25: 1 João 2: 4; 4). O pecado mantém o homem distanciado de Deus; mas Cristo tratou de tal maneira o assunto do pecado, um favor do homem, que o seu poder separador foi anulado. Portanto, agora o homem pode "chegar-se" a Deus "em seu nome". O acesso a Deus, o mais sublime dos privilégios, foi comprado por grande preço: o sangue de Cristo. Assim chamado ao Dr. James Denney: E assim como no Antigo Testamento todo objeto usado na adoração tinha que ser aspergido com sangue expiatório, assim também todas as partes da adoração cristã; todas as nossas aproximações a Deus devem descansar conscientemente sobre a expiação. Devese sentir que é um privilégio de valor inestimável; deve ser permeado com o sentimento da paixão de Cristo e com o amor com que ele nos amou quando sofreu por nossos pecados de uma vez para sempre, o justo pelos injustos para chegar-nos a Deus. A palavra "propiciação" em Romanos 3:25 é tradução da palavra grega "hilasterion", que se encontra também em Heb. 9: 5 onde é traduzida como "propiciatório".

No hebraico, "propiciatório" significa literalmente "coberta", e, tanto no hebraico como no grego, uma palavra expressa ou pensamento de um sacrifício (*). Refere-se à arca da aliança (Êxo. 25: 10-22) que estava composta de duas partes: primeira, a arca, representando o trono do justo governante de Israel, contendo como tábuas da lei como a expressão de sua vontade justa; segunda, a Coberta, ou tampa, conhecida como "propiciatório", coroada com figuras angélicas chamadas querubins.

Duas lições salientes eram comunicadas por essa mobília: primeiro, como tábuas da lei ensinavam que Deus era um Deus justo que não passaria por alto o pecado e que devia executar seus decretos e castigar os ímpios. Como podia uma nação pecaminosa viver ante sua face? O propiciatório, que cobria a lei, era o lugar onde se aspergia o sangue uma vez por ano para fazer expiação pelos pecados do povo. Era o lugar onde o pecado era coberto, e ensinava uma lição de que Deus, que é justo, pode perfeitamente perdoar o pecado por causa dum sacrifício expiatório.

Por meio do sangue expiatório, aquilo que é um trono de juízo se converte em trono de graça. A arca e o propiciatório ilustram o problema resolvido pela expia ao. O problema e sua solução são declarados em Rom. 3: 24-26, onde lemos: "sendo justificados gratuitamente pela sua graça, pela redenção que há em Cristo Jesus, ao qual Deus propôs para propiciação (um sacrifício expiatório) pela fé no seu sangue, para demonstrar a sua justiça pela remissão dos pecados dantes cometidos (demonstrar que um aparente demora em executar o juízo não significa que Deus passou por alto o pecado) sob a paciência de Deus; para demonstração da sua justiça, neste tempo presente (sua maneira de fazer justos os pecadores), para que ele seja justo (infligir o devido castigo pelo pecado), e justificador (remover o castigo pelo pecado) daquele que tem fé em Jesus ".

Como pode Deus realmente infligir o castigo do pecado e ao mesmo tempo cancelar esse castigo? Deus mesmo tomado o castigo na pessoa de seu Filho, e desta forma aberta o caminho para o perdão do culpado. Sua lei foi honrada e o pecador foi salvo. O pecado foi expiado e Deus foi propiciado. Os homens podem entender como Deus pode ser justo e castigar, ser misericordioso e perdoar; mas a maneira como pode Deus ser justo no ato de justificar ao culpado, é para eles um enigma. O Calvário resolve o problema. É preciso esclarecer o fato de que a propiciação foi uma verdadeira transação, porque alguns ensinam que a expiação foi simplesmente uma demonstração do amor de Deus e de Cristo, com a intenção de comover o pecador ao arrependimento.

Esse certamente é um dos efeitos da expiação (1 João 3:16), mas não representa o todo da expiação. Por exemplo, poderíamos pular para dentro dum rio e afogarmo-nos à vista de uma pessoa muito pobre a fim de convencê-la do nosso amor por ela; mas esse ato não pagaria o aluguel da casa nem a conta do fornecedor que ele devesse! A obra expiatória de Cristo foi uma verdadeira transação que removeu um verdadeiro obstáculo entre nós e Deus, e pagou a dívida que não podíamos pagar.

(c) Substituição. Os sacrifícios do Antigo Testamento eram substitutos por natureza; eram considerados como algo a que se procedia, no altar, para o israelita, que não podia fazer-lo por si mesmo. O altar representava o pecador; a vitima era o substituto do israelita para ser aceita em seu favor. Da forma mesma Cristo, na cruz, fez por nós o que não podíamos fazer pelos mesmos, e qualquer que seja a nossa necessidade, somos aceitos "por sua causa". Se registro a Deus nosso arrependimento, gratidão ou consagração, fazemo-lo "em seu nome", pois ele é o Sacrifício por meio do qual chegamos a Deus o Pai.

O pensamento de substituição é saliente nos sacrifícios do Antigo Testamento, onde o sangue da vitima é considerado como uma coberta ou como fazendo expiação pela alma do ofertante. No capítulo em que os sacrifícios do Antigo Testamento alcançam seu maior significado (Isa. 53) lemos: "Verdadeiramente" ele tomou sobre si as nossas enfermidades, e as nossas dores sobre levar si ... mas ele foi ferido pelas nossas transgressões, e moído pelas nossas iniqüidades; o castigo que nos traz a paz estava sobre ele, e pelas suas pisaduras fomos sarados, (vers. 4, 5).

Todas essas expressões apresentam o Servo de Jeová como levando o castigo que devia cair sobre outros, um fim de "justificar a muitos"; e "levar como iniqüidades deles". Cristo, sendo o Filho de Deus, pôde oferecer um sacrifício de valor eterno e infinito. Havendo assumido a natureza humana, Pôde identificar com o gênero humano e assim sofrer o castigo que era nosso, a fim de que pudéssemos escapar. Isso explica a exclamação: "Deus meu, Deus meu, por que me desamparaste?" Ele que era sem pecado por natureza, que nunca havia cometido um pecado sequer em sua vida, se fez pecador (ou tomou o lugar do pecador). Palavras de Nas de Paulo: "Aquele que não conheceu pecado, o fez pecado por nós" (2 Coríntios 5:21). Palavras de Pedro: "Levando ele mesmo em seu corpo os nossos pecados sobre o madeiro" (1 Ped. 2:24).

(d) Redenção. A palavra redimir, tanto no Antigo como no Novo Testamento, significa tornar a comprar por um preço; livrar da servidão por preço, comprar no mercado e retirar do mercado. O senhor Jesus é um Redentor e sua obra expiatória é executada como uma redenção. (Mat. 20:28; Apoc. 5: 9; 14: 3, 4; Gál. 3:13; 4: 5; Tito 2:14; 1 Ped. 1:18.) Uma ilustração mais interessante de redenção se encontra no Antigo Testamento, na lei sobre a redenção dum parente. (Lev. 25: 47-49.)

Segundo essa lei, um homem que houvesse vendido sua propriedade e se houvesse vendido a si mesmo como escravo, por causa de dívida, podia recuperar, tanto sua terra como sua liberdade, em qualquer tempo, sob a condição de que fosse redimido por um homem que possuísse as seguintes palavras: Primeira, Deveria ser parente do homem; segunda deveria estar disposto a redimi-lo ou comprá-lo novamente; terceira, deveria ter com que pagar o preço.

O Senhor Jesus Cristo reuniu em si essas três qualidades: Fezse nosso parente, assumindo nossa natureza; estava disposto a dar tudo para redimir-nos (2 Cor. 8: 9); e, sendo divino, pôde pagar o preço ... seu próprio sangue precioso. O fato da redenção destaca o alto preço da salvação e, por conseguinte, deve ser levado em grande consideração. Quando certos crentes em Corinto se descuidaram de sua maneira de viver, Paulo assim os admoestou: "não sabeis ... que não sois de vós mesmos? Porque fostes comprados por bom preço; glorificai pois a Deus no espíritoso corpo e no vosso, os quais pertencem a Deus "(1 Cor. 6:19. 20).

Certa vez Jesus disse: "Que construção ao homem ganhar todo o mundo e perder a sua alma? Ou que daria o homem pelo resgate da sua alma?" (8:36, 37 de março). Com essa expressão ele quis dizer que a alma, a verdadeira vida do homem, podia perder-se ou arruinar-se; e perdendo-se não podia haver compensação por ela, porque não havia meios de tornar a comprá-la. Os homens ricos passam a jactar-se de suas riquezas e nelas confiar, porém o poder delas é limitado.

O Salmista disse: "Nenhum deles de modo algum pode remir a seu irmão, ou dar a Deus o resgate dele (pois a redenção de sua alma é caríssima, e seus recursos se esgotariam antes) por isso tão pouco viver para sempre ou deixar de ver a corrupção "(Sal 49: 7-9). Mas uma vez que as almas de multidões já foram "confiscadas", por assim dizer, por viverem no pecado, e não podem ser redimidas por meios humanos, que se pode fazer em favor delas? O Filho do homem veio ao mundo "para dar a sua vida em resgate (ou para redenção) de muitos (Mat. 20:28).

O objetivo supremo de sua vinda ao mundo foi dar sua vida como preço de resgate para que aqueles, provoquem almas foram "confiscadas", pudessem recuperá-las. Como vidas espirituais) de muitos, "confiscadas", são libertadas pela rendição da vida por parte de Cristo. Pedro disse a seus leitores que eles foram resgatados de sua vã maneira de viver, que por tradição (pela rotina ou costumes), receberam dos seus pais (1 Pedro 1:18).

A palavra "vã" significa "vazia", ​​ou aquilo que não satisfaz. A vida, antes de entrar em contato com a morte de Cristo, é inútil e vã é andar às apalpadelas, procurando uma coisa que nunca pode ser encontrada. Com todos os esforços não logra descobrir a realidade; não tem fruto permanente. "Que adianta tudo isso?" exclamam muitas pessoas. Cristo nos redimiu dessa servidão. Quando o poder da morte expiatória de Cristo tem contato com a vida de alguém, essa vida desfruta de grande satisfação. não está mais escravizada às tradições de ancestrais ou limitada à rotina ou aos trajes selecionados. Antes, como ações do cristão surgem duma nova vida que veio a existir pelo poder da morte de Cristo. A morte de Cristo, sendo uma morte pelo pecado, liberta e "toma a criar" uma alma.

(e) Reconciliação. "Tudo isto provém de Deus, que nos reconciliou consigo mesmo por Jesus Cristo, e nos deu o ministério da reconciliação; isto é, Deus estava em Cristo reconciliando consigo o mundo, não lhes imputando os seus pecados; e pôs em nos a palavra da reconciliação "(2 Cor. 5: 18,19). Quando éramos inimigos, fomos reconciliados com Deus pela morte do seu Filho (Rom. 5:10). Homens que em outro tempo eram estranhos entre si e inimigos no entendimento pelas suas obras más, agora no corpo da sua carne, pela morte, foram reconciliados (Colossenses 1:21).

Muitas vezes a expiação é mal entendida e, por conseqüência, mal interpretada. Alguns imaginam que a expiação significa que Deus estava irado com o pecador, e que se afastou, mal-humorado, até que se aplacasse a ira, quando seu Filho se ofereceu a pagar a pena. Em outras palavras, pensam eles, Deus teve que ser reconciliado com o pecador. Essa idéia, entretanto é uma caricatura da verdadeira doutrina. Através das Escrituras vemos que é Deus, a parte ofendida, quem toma iniciativa em prover expiação pelo homem.

Foi Deus quem vestiu nossos primeiros pais; é o Senhor quem ordena os sacrifícios expiatórios; foi Deus quem adicionou e deu seu Filho em sacrifício pela humanidade. O próprio Deus é o Autor da redenção do homem. Ainda que sua majestade tenha sido ofendida pelo pecado do homem, sua santidade, naturalmente, deve reagir contra o pecado, contudo, ele não deseja que o pecador pereça (Ezeq. 33:11), e, sim, que se arrependa e seja salvo . Paulo não disse que Deus foi reconciliado com o homem, mas sim que Deus fez algo a fim de reconciliar consigo o homem. Esse ato de reconciliação é uma obra consumada; é uma obra realizada em benefício dos homens, de maneira que, à vista de Deus, o mundo inteiro está reconciliado.

Resta somente que o evangelista a proclame e que o indivíduo a receba. A morte de Cristo tornou possível a reconciliação de todo o gênero humano com Deus; cada indivíduo deve torná-la real. Essa, em essência, é a mensagem do evangelho; a morte de Cristo foi uma obra consumada de reconciliação, efetuada independente de nós, a um custo inestimável, para a qualificados chamados são os homens mediante um ministério de reconciliação.

4. A eficácia da expiação.

Que efeito tem para o homem a obra expiatória de Cristo? Que produz ela em sua experiência?

(a) Perdão da transgressão. Por meio de sua obra expiatória, Jesus Cristo pagou a dívida que nos não podíamos saldar e assegurou a remissão dos pecados passados. Assim, o passado pecaminoso para o cristão não é mais aquele peso horrendo que conduzia, pois seus pecados foram apagados, carregados e cancelados. (João 1:29; Efés. 1: 7; Heb. 9: 22-28; Apo. 1: 5.) Começou a vida de novo, confiando em que os pecados do passado nunca o encontrarão no juízo. (João 1 ^: 24.)

(b) Livramento do pecado. Por meio da expiação o crente é liberto, não somente da culpa dos pecados, mas também pode ser liberto do poder do pecado. O assunto é tratado em Romanos, caps. 6 a 8. Paulo antecipa uma objeção que alguns dos seus oponentes devem ter suscitado muitas vezes a saber, que se uma pessoa fosse salva meramente por crer em Jesus, essa pessoa teria opinião leviana sobre o pecado, dizendo: "Se permanecermos no pecado , sua graça abundará "(Rom. 6: 1). Paulo repudia tal pensamento e assinala que aquele que causou crê em Cristo, rompeu com o pecado.

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The Atonement in the New Testament

1. The fact of the atonement.

The atonement that had been foreordained from eternity and typically foreshadowed in the Old Testament ritual was fulfilled historically, in the crucifixion of Jesus, when the divine redemptive purpose was consummated. "It's done!" The Gospel writers described the sufferings and death of Christ with a wealth of details not seen in the narratives of other Old Testament prophecy events, which indicate the great importance of the event.

Some writers from the "liberal" school defend the theory that Christ's death was an accident and tragedy. He would have started his ministry with great hope of success, according to them, but then he found himself involved in certain circumstances that led to his unforeseen destruction, which he could not escape. But, what do the Gospels say about it? According to his testimony, Jesus knew from the beginning that suffering and death were part of his divinely ordained destiny. In his declaration, that the Son of man should suffer, the word "should" indicates the divine vocation and not the unforeseen and inevitable fatality.

In the act of his baptism he heard the words: "This is my beloved son, in whom I am well pleased" (Matt. 3:17). These words are taken from two prophecies, the first declaring the Messiah's sonship and his Divinity (Ps. 2: 7), and the second describing the Messiah's ministry as the Lord's Servant (Isa. 42: 1). The servant mentioned in Isa. 42: 1 is the suffering Servant of Isa. 53. The conclusion we reached is that even at the time of his baptism, Jesus was aware of the fact that suffering and death were part of his vocation.

The rejection of Satan's offerings in the desert implied a tragic outcome of his work, for he chose the hard path of rejection rather than the easy and popular one. The very fact that the Holy One was among the people (Luke 3:21) who were being baptized, and submitting to the same baptism was an act of identification with sinful humanity, in order to take away the sins of that same people. The Servant of the Lord, according to Isaiah 53, would be "counted with transgressors" (ver. 12).

Jesus' baptism can be considered as "the great act of loving communion with our misery", because at that time he identifies with sinners and, therefore, in a sense his work of atonement has already begun. Many times during the course of his ministry, the Lord, in hidden and figurative language, referred to his death (Mat.5: 10-12; 23:37; Mar. 9: 12,13; 3: 6,20- 30; 2:19), but in Caesarea Philippi he clearly told the disciples that he must suffer and die. From that time on he sought to enlighten their minds about this fact, which he would have to suffer, so that, being warned, they would not sink in their faith in the face of the shock of the crucifixion. (Mar. 8:31; 9:31; 10:32.)

He also explained the meaning of his death to them. they should not consider it as an unforeseen and unfortunate tragedy to which they would have to resign, but rather as a death whose purpose was to make atonement. "The Son of Man came to give his life as a ransom for many." At the Last Supper Jesus gave instructions about the future commemoration of his death, as the supreme act of his ministry. He ordered a rite that would commemorate his redemption of humanity, just as Easter commemorated Israel's redemption from Egypt. His disciples, who were still under the influence of Jewish ideas about the Messiah and the kingdom, could not understand the necessity of his death and only with difficulty could they accept the fact. But after the resurrection and the ascension they understood it and always after that they affirmed that the death of Christ was divinely ordained as the means of the atonement. "Christ died for our sins", is his usual testimony.

2. The need for atonement.

The need for atonement is a consequence of two facts: the holiness of God and the sinfulness of man. The reaction of God's holiness against man's sinfulness is known as his wrath, which can be avoided through the atonement. Therefore, the key points of our study will be the following: Holiness, sinfulness, anger and atonement.

(a) God's holiness. God is holy by nature, which means that he is just in character and conduct. These attributes of his character are manifested in his dealings with his creation. "He loves justice and judgment" (Ps. 33: 5). "Justice and judgment are the basis of your throne" (Psalm 89:14). God constituted man and the world according to specific laws, laws that form the very foundation of human personality, written in the heart and nature of man. (Rom. 2:14, 15.)

These laws unite man to his Creator through the bonds of personal relationship and form the basis of human responsibility. "Because in him we live, and we move and exist" (Acts17: 28), so it was said of humanity in general. Sin disturbs the relationship expressed in this verse, and in the end the unrepentant sinner will be cast eternally from the presence of God. This is "the second death". On many occasions this relationship has been reaffirmed, expanded and interpreted under another system called an alliance.

For example, at Sinai God reaffirmed the conditions under which he could have fellowship with man (the moral law) and then established a series of regulations by which Israel could observe these conditions in the sphere of national and religious life. Keeping the covenant means being in relationship with God, or being in grace; for the one who is righteous can have fellowship only with those who walk in righteousness. "Will two walk together, if they don't agree?" (Amos 3: 3). And being in communion with God means life. From beginning to end, the Scriptures declare this truth, that obedience and life go together. (Gen. 2:17; Rev. 22:14.)

(b) The sinfulness of man. This relationship was disturbed by sin, which is a disturbance of the personal relationship between God and man. And disrespecting the constitution, as it were, an action that affects God and men, just like the infidelity that violates the marriage pact under which men and women live. (Jer. 3:20.) "Your iniquities divide between you and your God" (Isa. 59: 2). The function of the atonement is to make reparation for the violated law and to resume the interrupted communion between God and man.

(c) Ira. Sin is essentially an attack on God's honor and holiness. It is rebellion against God, because by deliberate sin, man prefers his own will over the will of God, and for some time he becomes "autonomous". But if God allowed his honor to be attacked then he would cease to be God. His honor calls for the destruction of the one who resists him; his justice demands satisfaction of the violated law; and his holiness reacts against sin and this reaction is recognized as a manifestation of wrath. But this divine reaction is not automatic; it does not always act instantly, as with the hand in contact with the fire.

God's wrath is governed by personal considerations; God is slow to destroy the work of his hands. He urges the man; he hopes to be gracious. He postpones judgment in the hope that his goodness will lead man to repentance. (Rom. 2: 4; 2 Pet. 3: 9.) But men misunderstand divine delays and scoff at the day of judgment. "Seen as if judgment on evil work is not immediately carried out, therefore the hearts of the children of men are entirely willing to do evil" (Eccl. 8:11).

But, although it takes time, the final retribution will come, because in a world governed by laws there has to be a reckoning. "make no mistake: God is not mocked; for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap" (Gal. 6: 7). This truth was demonstrated at Calvary, where God declared "his righteousness by the remission of sins before committed, under the patience of God" (Rom. 3:25). So someone translates this passage: "This was to demonstrate the righteousness of God in view of the fact that the sins previously committed during the time of God's tolerance were ignored".

Another one paraphrases the passage: "He suspended judgment on the sins of that previous period, the period of his patience, with a view to the revelation of his justice under this dispensation, when he, a just Judge, will absolve the sinner who affirms his faith in Jesus." In past centuries it seems that God did not take into account the sins of the nations; men continued in sin, apparently without reaping the consequences. Hence the question, "So does God not become aware of sin?" But the crucifixion revealed the horrendous character of sin, and it vividly demonstrates the terrible punishment on it.

The cross of Christ declares that God never was, is not, and could never be indifferent to the sin of men. Thus a scholar comments on the matter: God gave evidence of his wrath against sin when he occasionally punished Israel and the Gentile nations. But he did not inflict the full penalty, otherwise the human race would have perished. In large part he "overlooked" the sins of men. It would be unfair for the king to fail to punish a crime or even to postpone the punishment. And in the opinion of some. God has lost prestige because of his tolerance, which he interprets as a means of escaping divine punishment. God destined Christ to die in order to demonstrate his justice in view of the tolerance of past sins, a tolerance that seemed to overshadow justice.

(d) Atonement. Man has broken the laws of God and violated the principles of justice. The knowledge of these acts is registered in his memory and his conscience accuses him. What can be done to remedy the past and be secure in the future? Is there any atonement for the violated law? There are three answers to this question: 1) Some claim that atonement is not possible and that life is governed by an inexorable law, which will punish all violations with mathematical precision. Whatever a man sows, he will reap.

Sin remains. Thus the sinner will never escape the guilt of the past. His future is mortgaged and there is no redemption for him. This theory makes man a slave to his circumstances; you can do nothing about his fate. If the proponents of this theory recognize God, for them God is enslaved to his own laws, unable to provide a means of escape for sinners. 2) At the other extreme there are those who teach that the atonement is unnecessary.

God is so good that he will not punish the sinner, and so gracious that he will not demand the fulfillment of the broken law. Therefore, the atonement becomes unnecessary and it is assumed that God will forgive everyone. A doctor once said to a client who had told him about the Gospel: I don't need an atonement. When I make a mistake, I simply ask God to forgive me, and that's enough. "After a while the client returned to the doctor and said:" Doctor, I'm fine now. I'm sorry I got sick, and I promise you that I will work hard to never get sick again. "At the same time she implied that there was no need to consider or pay the bill! We believe that the doctor understood the lesson, that is, that mere regret did not it does not count, nor does it repair the damage caused by sin.

The New Testament teaches that the atonement is both necessary and possible; possible because God is benevolent as well as just; necessary because God is just as well as benevolent. The two errors discussed above are exaggerations of two truths about the character of God. The former exaggerates his justice, excluding his grace. The second exaggerates his grace, excluding his justice. The atonement does justice to both aspects of his character, for in Christ's death, God is acting justly as well as benevolently.

When dealing with sin, he needs to show his grace, for he does not want the sinner to die; but, in forgiving sin, he must reveal his righteousness, for the very stability of the universe depends on the sovereignty of God. In the atonement God does justice to his character as a benevolent God. His justice called for the sinner's punishment, but his grace provided a plan for forgiveness. At the same time he does justice to his character as a just and upright God. God would not do himself justice if he showed compassion to sinners in a way that made sin a light thing and ignored its tragic reality. We might think that God would then be indifferent or indulgent about sin. The punishment for sin was paid at Calvary, and the divine law was honored; in this way God was able to be benevolent without being unjust, and just without being unforgiving.

3. The nature of the atonement.

Christ's death is: "Christ died", expresses the historical fact of the crucifixion; "for our sins", interprets the fact. In what sense did Jesus die for our sins? How is the fact explained in the New Testament? The answer is found in the following keywords applied to Christ's death: Atonement, Propitiation, Substitution, Redemption and Reconciliation.

(a) Atonement. The word atonement in Hebrew literally means 'to cover', and is translated by the following words: make atonement, purify, settle, reconcile, make reconciliation, pacify, be merciful. The atonement, in the original, includes the idea of ​​covering both sins (Ps. 78: 38; 79: 9; Lev. 5:18) as well as the sinner. (Lev. 4:20.) To atone for sin is to hide sin from God's view so that the sinner loses his power to provoke divine wrath. We quote Pr. Alfred Cave here: The idea expressed by the Hebrew original of the word translated "expiate", was "to cover" and "cover", not in the sense of making him invisible to Jehovah, but in the sense of occupying his view with another thing, to neutralize sin, so to speak, to disarm it, to make it inert to provoke the just wrath of God.

To atone for sin ... was to throw, so to speak, a veil over sin so provocative, so that the veil, and not sin, was visible; it was putting side by side with sin something so attractive that it completely captivated attention. The figure that the New Testament uses when speaking of the new garments (of justice), the Old Testament uses when speaking of the "atonement". When atonement was made under the law, it was as if the divine eye, which had been lit by the presence of sin and impurity, was quieted by the garment placed around it; or, using a much more modern but equally appropriate figure, it was as if the sinner, exposed to an electrical discharge of divine wrath, had suddenly been enveloped and isolated.

Exposure means covering the sinner in such a way that his sin was invisible or nonexistent in the sense that he could no longer be between him and his Creator. When the blood was applied to the altar by the priest, the Israelite felt confident that the promise made to his predecessors would be made real to him. "When I see blood, I will pass over you" (Ex. 12:13). What were the effects of the atonement or cover? Sin was blotted out (Jer. 18:23; Isa. 43:25; 44:22); removed (Isa.6: 7); covered (Sal. 32: 1); launched into the depths of the sea (Miq. 7:19); forgiven (Ps. 78:38).

All of these terms teach that sin is covered so that its effects are removed, out of sight, invalidated, undone. Jehovah no longer sees or is influenced by him. Christ's death was an atoning death, because its purpose was to erase sin. (Heb. 9:26, 28; 2:17; 10: 12-14; 9:14.) It was a sacrificial death or a death that was related to sin. What was that relationship? "Bearing our sins in his body on the tree" (1 Pet. 2:24). "He who knew no sin made it sin for us, that we might be made the righteousness of God" (2 Cor. 5:21) Atoning for sin means taking it away, so that it is removed from the transgressor, who it is considered, then, as justified from all injustice, cleansed from contamination and sanctified to belong to the people of God. A Hebrew word used to describe purification literally means "to remove sin." By Christ's atoning death, sinners are cleansed from sin and soon made partakers of the nature of Christ. They die to sin in order to live for Christ.

(b) Propitiation. The word propitiation is believed to have its origin in a Latin word "proposes", which means "close to". Thus it is noticed that the word means to join, to become favorable. The sacrifice of propitiation brings man closer to God, reconciles him to God by making atonement for his transgressions, gaining grace and favor. (In his mercy, God accepts the propitiatory gift and restores the sinner to his love. This is also the meaning of the Greek word as used in the New Testament.

To propitiate is to placate the wrath of a holy God by offering an atoning sacrifice. Christ is described as this propitiation (Rom. 3:25: 1 John 2: 4; 4). Sin keeps man away from God; but Christ dealt with the issue of sin in favor of man in such a way that his separating power was nullified. Therefore, now man can "approach" God "in his name". Access to God, the most sublime of privileges, was bought at a great price: the blood of Christ. Thus writes Dr. James Denney: And just as in the Old Testament every object used in worship had to be sprinkled with atoning blood, so also all parts of Christian worship; all of our approaches to God must consciously rest on the atonement. It must be felt that it is a priceless privilege; it must be permeated with the feeling of the passion of Christ and the love with which he loved us when he suffered for our sins once and for all, the just for the unjust to come to God. The word "propitiation" in Romans 3:25 is a translation of the Greek word "hilasterion", which is also found in Heb. 9: 5 where it is translated as "propitiatory".

In Hebrew, "mercy seat" literally means "covered," and in both Hebrew and Greek, the word expresses the thought of a sacrifice (*). It refers to the ark of the covenant (Ex. 25: 10-22) which was composed of two parts: first, the ark, representing the throne of the righteous ruler of Israel, containing the tablets of the law as the expression of his just will; second, the cover, or cap, known as the "propitiatory", crowned with angelic figures called cherubs.

Two salient lessons were communicated by this furniture: first, the tablets of the law taught that God was a just God who would not overlook sin and that he should execute his decrees and punish the wicked. How could a sinful nation live before him? The mercy seat, which covered the law, was the place where blood was sprinkled once a year to make atonement for the sins of the people. It was the place where sin was covered, and it taught the lesson that God, who is just, can perfectly forgive sin because of an atoning sacrifice.

Through the atoning blood, what is a throne of judgment becomes a throne of grace. The ark and the mercy seat illustrate the problem solved by atonement. The problem and its solution are stated in Rom. 3: 24-26, where we read: "being justified gratuitously by his grace, by the redemption that is in Christ Jesus, whom God proposed for atonement (an atoning sacrifice) by faith in his blood, to demonstrate his righteousness by the remission of sins committed before (demonstrating that the apparent delay in executing the judgment does not mean that God passed over sin) under the patience of God; for demonstrating his justice, in this present time (his way of making sinners righteous), so that he is just (to inflict due punishment for sin), and justifier (to remove punishment for sin) of one who has faith in Jesus ".

How can God really inflict the punishment of sin and at the same time cancel that punishment? God Himself took the punishment in the person of his Son, and in this way opened the way for the forgiveness of the guilty. His law was honored and the sinner was saved. Sin was expiated and God was propitiated. Men can understand how God can be just and punish, be merciful and forgive; but how God can be just in the act of justifying the guilty is an enigma for them. Calvary solves the problem. It is necessary to clarify the fact that the atonement was a true transaction, because some teach that the atonement was simply a demonstration of the love of God and of Christ, with the intention of moving the sinner to repentance.

This is certainly one of the effects of the atonement (1 John 3:16), but it does not represent the whole of the atonement. For example, we could jump into a river and drown ourselves in the sight of a very poor person in order to convince him of our love for him; but this act would not pay the rent of the house or the bill of the supplier that he owed! Christ's atoning work was a real transaction that removed a real obstacle between us and God, and paid the debt that we could not pay.

(c) Replacement. Old Testament sacrifices were substitutes by nature; they were considered as something that was done, on the altar, for the Israelite, who could not do it by himself. The altar represented the sinner; the victim was the substitute for the Israelite to be accepted on his behalf. In the same way, Christ, on the cross, did for us what we could not do for ourselves, and whatever our need, we are accepted "because of him". If we offer to God our repentance, gratitude or consecration, we do it "in his name", because he is the Sacrifice through which we come to God the Father.

The substitutionary thought is prominent in the Old Testament sacrifices, where the victim's blood is considered as a covering or as making atonement for the offeror's soul. In the chapter in which the Old Testament sacrifices reach their greatest meaning (Isa. 53) we read: "Truly" he took upon us our infirmities, and our pains he took upon himself ... but he was wounded for our transgressions, and ground for our iniquities; the punishment that brings us peace was upon him, and by his stripes we were healed, (verses 4, 5).

All of these expressions present the Servant of Jehovah as carrying the punishment that should befall others, in order to "justify many"; and "take their iniquities". Christ, being the Son of God, was able to offer a sacrifice of eternal and infinite value. Having assumed human nature, he was able to identify with the human race and thus suffer the punishment that was ours, so that we could escape. This explains the exclamation: "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" He who was sinless by nature, who had never committed a single sin in his life, became a sinner (or took the place of the sinner). In Paul's words: "He who knew no sin made him sin for us" (2 Cor. 5:21). In Peter's words: "We carry our sins in his body on the tree" (1 Pet. 2:24).

(d) Redemption. The word redeem, in both the Old and New Testaments, means to buy again at a price; free from bondage by price, buy from the market and withdraw from the market. The Lord Jesus is a Redeemer and his atoning work is described as a redemption. (Matt. 20:28; Rev. 5: 9; 14: 3, 4; Gal. 3:13; 4: 5; Titus 2:14; 1 Pet. 1:18.) The most interesting illustration of redemption is to be found in the Old Testament, in the law on the redemption of a relative. (Lev. 25: 47-49.)

According to this law, a man who had sold his property and had sold himself as a slave, because of some debt, could recover both his land and his freedom at any time, on condition that he be redeemed by a man who possessed the following qualities: First, he should be related to the man; second he should be willing to redeem it or buy it again; third, he should have to pay the price.

The Lord Jesus Christ brought these three qualities together: He became our relative, assuming our nature; he was willing to give anything to redeem us (2 Cor. 8: 9); and, being divine, he was able to pay the price ... his own precious blood. The fact of redemption highlights the high price of salvation and, therefore, must be taken into great consideration. When certain believers in Corinth neglected their way of living, Paul admonished them: "do you not know ... that you are not yourselves? Because you were bought with a price; therefore glorify God in your body and in your spirit, which belong to God "(1 Cor. 6:19. 20).

Jesus once said, "What would it profit a man to win the whole world and lose his soul? Or what would a man give for the rescue of his soul?" (Mar. 8:36, 37). By that expression he meant that the soul, the true life of man, could be lost or ruined; and if lost, there could be no compensation for it, because there was no way to buy it again. Rich men will be able to boast and trust in their wealth, but their power is limited.

The Psalmist said: "None of them can in any way redeem your brother, or give God his ransom (for the redemption of your soul is very expensive, and your resources would be exhausted before) so either live forever or fail to live. see corruption "(Ps 49: 7-9). But since the souls of multitudes have already been "confiscated", so to speak, for living in sin, and cannot be redeemed by human means, what can be done for them? The Son of Man came into the world "to give his life as a ransom (or for redemption) for many (Matt. 20:28).

The supreme goal of his coming into the world was to give his life as a ransom price so that those, whose souls were "confiscated", could retrieve them. The (spiritual) lives of many, "confiscated", are released by Christ's surrender of life. Peter told his readers that they were rescued from their vain way of life, which they received by tradition (routine or customs) from their parents (1 Peter 1:18).

The word "vain" means "empty", or that which does not satisfy. Life, before coming into contact with the death of Christ, is useless and vain is to grope, looking for something that can never be found. With all your efforts, you cannot discover the reality; it has no permanent fruit. "What's the use of all this?" many people exclaim. Christ redeemed us from that bondage. When the power of Christ's atoning death comes into contact with someone's life, that life enjoys great satisfaction. it is no longer enslaved to ancestral traditions or limited to established routine or customs. Rather, the Christian's actions arise out of a new life that came into being through the power of Christ's death. Christ's death, being a death for sin, frees and "creates" the soul.

(e) Reconciliation. "All of this comes from God, who reconciled us to himself through Jesus Christ, and gave us the ministry of reconciliation; that is, God was in Christ reconciling the world to himself, not imputing his sins to them; reconciliation "(2 Cor. 5: 18, 19.) When we were enemies, we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son (Rom. 5:10). Men who at one time were strangers to each other and enemies in understanding for their evil deeds, now in the body of their flesh, by death, were reconciled (Col. 1:21).

Atonement is often misunderstood and therefore misinterpreted. Some imagine that the atonement means that God was angry with the sinner, and that he turned away, in a bad mood, until the anger subsided, when his Son offered to pay the penalty. In other words, they think, God had to be reconciled to the sinner. This idea, however, is a caricature of true doctrine. Through the Scriptures we see that it is God, the offended party, who takes the initiative in providing atonement for man.

It was God who clothed our first parents; it is the Lord who orders atoning sacrifices; it was God who sent and gave his Son in sacrifice for humanity. God Himself is the Author of man's redemption. Although his majesty has been offended by man's sin, his holiness must naturally react against sin, however, he does not want the sinner to perish (Ezek. 33:11), but rather to repent and be saved. . Paul did not say that God was reconciled to man, but that God did something in order to reconcile man with himself. This act of reconciliation is an accomplished work; it is a work done for the benefit of men, so that, in the sight of God, the whole world is reconciled.

It remains only for the evangelist to proclaim it and for the individual to receive it. Christ's death made it possible for all mankind to be reconciled to God; each individual must make it real. This, in essence, is the gospel message; Christ's death was an accomplished work of reconciliation, carried out independently of us, at an inestimable cost, to which men are called through a ministry of reconciliation.

4. The effectiveness of the atonement.

What effect does Christ's atoning work have for man? What does it produce in your experience?

(a) Forgiveness of transgression. Through his atoning work, Jesus Christ paid the debt that we could not pay and secured the remission of past sins. Thus, the sinful past for the Christian is no longer that horrendous burden that he carried, for his sins were erased, carried away and canceled. (John 1:29; Ephesians 1: 7; Heb. 9: 22-28; Rev. 1: 5.) He began life anew, trusting that the sins of the past will never find him in judgment. (John 1 ^: 24.)

(b) Deliverance from sin. Through atonement the believer is delivered, not only from the guilt of sins, but can also be delivered from the power of sin. The subject is dealt with in Romans, chaps. 6 to 8. Paul anticipates an objection that some of his Jewish opponents must have raised many times to know, that if a person were saved merely by believing in Jesus, that person would have a light opinion about sin, saying: "If we remain in sin , his grace will abound "(Rom. 6: 1). Paul rejects this thought and points out that he who truly believes in Christ has broken away from sin.

The breakthrough is so decisive that it is described as "death". Living faith in the crucified Savior results in the crucifixion of the old sinful nature. The man who believes with all the powers of his soul (that is the true belief) that Christ died for his sins, will have such a conviction about the terrible condition of sin, and will repudiate him with all his being. The cross signifies the death sentence on sin. But the tempter is active and human nature is weak; that is why constant vigilance and daily crucifixion of sinful impulses is necessary. (Rom. 6:11.)

And victory is assured "Because sin will have no dominion over you, for you are not under the law, but under grace" (Rom. 6:14.) That is, the law means that something must be done by the sinner; unable to pay the debt or comply with the law, he remains captive to sin. On the other hand, grace means that something has been done for the sinner ... the finished work of Calvary. As the sinner believes what has been done for him, so he receives what has been done. His faith has a powerful ally in the Person of the Holy Spirit, who dwells in him. The Holy Spirit helps you to repudiate sinful tendencies; it helps you in prayer and gives you the assurance of your freedom and victory as a child of God. (Rom. 8). In fact, Christ died to remove the obstacle of sin, so that the Spirit of God can enter human life (Gal. 3:13, 14).

Being saved by the grace of God, revealed on the cross, the believer receives an experience of purification and spiritual enlivening (Titus 3: 5-7). Having died to the old life of sin, the person is born again, to a new life ... he is born of water (experiencing purification) and he is born of the Spirit (receiving divine life). (John 3: 5.)

(c) Deliverance from death. Death has both physical and spiritual significance. In the physical sense it denotes the cessation of physical life, resulting from illness, natural decay or violent cause. it is, however, more used in the spiritual sense, that is, as the punishment imposed by God on human sin. The word expresses the spiritual condition of separation from God and divine displeasure because of sin.

The unrepentant who dies out of the favor of God will remain eternally separated from him in the other world, this separation being known as the "second death". This warning: "The day you eat of it, you will surely die", would not have been fulfilled if death were only the physical act of dying, as Adam and Eve continued to live after that day. But the decree is profoundly correct when we remember that the word "death" implied all the penal consequences of sin - separation from God, iniquity, evil inclination, physical weakness, and, finally, physical death and its consequences.

When the Scriptures say that Christ died for our sins, they mean that Christ submitted himself, not only to physical death but also to the death that means the penalty of sin. He humbled himself in the suffering of death "so that, by the grace of God, he might taste death for all" (Heb. 2: 9). Because of his nature and the divine disposition, he was able to carry out this plan. we cannot understand the "how" of the question, because evidently in this we are faced with a great divine mystery. The truth, however, is that we accept many facts in this universe without understanding the "how" of such facts.

No reasonable person refuses the benefits of electricity just because he does not fully understand it or because he does not understand the laws of its operation. Likewise, no one needs to refuse the benefits of the atonement because he cannot reasonably reduce that atonement to the simplicity of. a mathematical problem. Since death is the penalty of sin, and Christ gave Himself for our sins, He did this when He died. Concentrating on those few hours of his death on the cross was all the horrendous meaning of death and the blackness of punishment, and that explains the exclamation: "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" These are not the words of a martyr, because martyrs are generally sustained by an inner knowledge of the presence of God; they are words of One who performed an act that implies divine separation.

This act was consummated when he took away our sins. (2 Cor. 5:21.) While it is true that those who believe in him also have to suffer physical death (Rom. 8:10), even so, for them stigma (or punishment) is taken from death, and this becomes a door to another, broader life. In this sense Jesus stated: "Everyone who lives and believes in me will never die" (John 11:26).

(d) The gift of eternal life. Christ died so that we would not perish (the word is used in the biblical sense of spiritual ruin), but "have eternal life" (John 3: 14-16. See Rom. 6; 23.) Eternal life means more than mere existence; it means life in God's favor and fellowship with him. Dead in transgressions and sins, man is out of God's favor; through Christ's sacrifice, sin is atoned for and restored to full fellowship with God. To be in God's favor and in communion with him is to have eternal life, for it is life with him that is the Eternal. That life is possessed now because the believers are in communion with God; eternal life is described as future (Titus 1: 2; Rom. 6:22), because the future life will bring perfect fellowship with God. "And they will see your face" (Rev. 22: 4).

(e) The victorious life. The cross is the dynamo that produces in the human heart that response that constitutes the Christian life. The expression "I will live for him who died for me", says the dynamism of the cross well. The Christian life is the reaction of the soul to the love of Christ. The cross of Christ inspires true repentance, which is repentance to God. Sin is often followed by remorse, shame and anger; but only when there is sadness at having offended God, is there true repentance.

This internal knowledge is not produced of its own free will, because the very nature of sin tends to obscure the mind and harden the heart. The sinner needs a powerful reason to repent - something that will make him see and feel that his sin has deeply offended and insulted God. But the decree is profoundly correct when we remember that the word "death" implied all the penal consequences of sin - separation from God, iniquity, evil inclination, physical weakness, and, finally, physical death and its consequences.

When the Scriptures say that Christ died for our sins, they mean that Christ submitted himself, not only to physical death but also to the death that means the penalty of sin. He humbled himself in the suffering of death "so that, by the grace of God, he might taste death for all" (Heb. 2: 9). Because of his nature and the divine disposition, he was able to carry out this plan. we cannot understand the "how" of the issue, because evidently in this we are faced with a great divine mystery.

The truth, however, is that we accept many facts in this universe without understanding the "how" of such facts. No reasonable person refuses the benefits of electricity just because he does not fully understand it or because he does not understand the laws of its operation. Likewise, no one needs to refuse the benefits of the atonement because they cannot, by reason, reduce this atonement to the simplicity of. a mathematical problem. Since death is the penalty of sin, and Christ gave Himself for our sins, He performed this act when He died.

Concentrating on those few hours of his death on the cross was all the horrendous meaning of death and the blackness of punishment, and that explains the exclamation: "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" These are not the words of a martyr, because martyrs are generally sustained by an inner knowledge of the presence of God; they are words of One who performed an act that implies divine separation. This act was consummated when he took away our sins. (2 Cor. 5:21.) While it is true that those who believe in him also have to suffer physical death (Rom. 8:10), even so, for them stigma (or punishment) is taken from death, and this becomes a door to another, broader life.

In this sense Jesus affirmed: "Whoever lives and believes in me will never die" (John 11:26). The cross of Christ provides this reason, as it demonstrates the horrendous nature of sin, because it caused death of the Son of God. It declares the terrible punishment for sin; but it also reveals the love and grace of God. It is quite right what someone said: "All true penitents are children of the cross. Their repentance is not theirs; it is the reaction to God produced in their souls by demonstrating what sin is for him, and what does the your love to reach and win sinners. "

It is written about certain saints who came from the great tribulation, who "washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb" (Rev. 7:14). The reference is to the sanctifying power of Christ's death. They had resisted sin, and were now pure. Where did they get the strength to overcome sin? The power of Christ's love revealed on Calvary constrained them.

The power of the cross, descending into their hearts, enabled them to overcome sin. (See Gal. 2:20.) "And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of his testimony; and they did not love their lives until death" (Rev. 12:11). God's love constrained them and helped them to overcome. The pressure on them was great, but with the blood of the Lamb as the motive that drove them, they were invincible. "In view of the cross on which Jesus died, they could not" betray their cause by cowardice, and they did not love their lives more than he loved yours. They belonged to Christ, as he belonged to them ". The victorious life includes victory over Satan. The New Testament declares that Christ overcame demons. (Luke 10: 17-20; John 12:31, 32; 14:30 ; Col. 2:15; Heb. 2:14, 15; Rev. 12: 11.) Believers have victory over the devil as long as they have the Victor over the devil! ... A Expiação no Novo Testamento

1. O fato da expiação.

A expiação que fora preordenada desde a eternidade e prefigurada aplicada no ritual do Antigo Testamento cumpriuse historicamente, na crucificação de Jesus, quando se consumou o divino propósito redentivo. "Está consumado!" Os escritores dos Evangelhos descrevem os sofrimentos e a morte de Cristo com profusão de pormenores que não se suprimem nas narrativas de outros eventos das profecias do Antigo Testamento, os quais indicam a grande importância do evento.

Alguns escritores da escola "liberal" defendem a teoria de que a morte de Cristo de um acidente e tragédia.! Ele teria iniciado seu ministério com grande esperança de sucesso, segundo eles, mas depois viu-se predecessor em certas circunstâncias que ocasionaram a destruição imprevista, à qual não pôde escapar. Mas, que dizem os Evangelhos a respeito? Segundo o seu testemunho, Jesus sabia desde o princípio que o sofrimento e a morte faziam parte do seu destino divinamente ordenado. Em sua declaração, que o filho do homem deve sofrer, a palavra "devia" indica a vocação divina e não a fatalidade imprevista e inevitável.

No ato do seu batismo ele mesmo, as palavras: "Este é o meu filho amado, em quem me comprazo" (Mat. 3:17). Essas palavras são extraídas de duas profecias, a primeira declarando a filiação do Messias e sua Divindade (Sal. 2: 7), e a segunda descrição do ministério do Messias como o Servo do Senhor (Isa. 42: 1). O servo descrito em Isa. 42: 1 é o Servo sofredor de Isa. 53. A conclusão à qual chegamos é que mesmo na hora do seu batismo, Jesus estava pronto do fato de que sofrimento e morte faziam parte de sua vocação.

A rejeição das ofertas de Satanás no deserto implicava desfecho trágico de sua obra, pois ele escolheu o caminho duro da rejeição em vez do fácil e popular. O próprio fato de o Santo estar no meio do povo (Luc. 3:21) que se batizava, e o submetriz-se ao mesmo batismo foi um ato de identificação com a humanidade pecaminosa, um fim de levar os pecados desse mesmo povo. O Servo do Senhor, segundo Isaias 53, seria "contado com os transgressores" (ver. 12).

O batismo de Jesus pode ser considerado como "o grande ato de amorosa comunhão com a nossa miséria", pois nessa hora ele identifica-se com os pecadores e, por conseqüência, em certo sentido sua obra de expiação jà começou. Muitas vezes durante o curso do seu ministério do Senhor, em linguagem oculta e figurada, referiu-se à sua morte (Mat.5: 10-12; 23:37; Mar. 9: 12,13; 3: 6,20- 30; 2:19), mas em Cesaréia de Filipo ele claramente disse aos discípulos que desviaram e morrer. Daquele tempo em diante ele preparecerlhes como mentes sobre este fato, que critério que sofrer, para que, sendo avisados, não naufragassem em sua fé ante o choque da crucificação. (Mar. 8:31; 9:31; 10:32.)

Ele também explicou o significado de sua morte. não a incluir considerar como tragédia imprevista e infeliz à qualificaria que se resignar, e, sim, como sendo morte cujo propósito era fazer expiação. "O Filho do homem veio a dar a sua vida em resgate de muitos." Na última ceia Jesus deu instruções acerca da futura comemoração de sua morte, como sendo o supremo ato de seu ministério. Ele ordenou um rito que comemoraria sua redenção da humanidade, assim como a Páscoa comemorava a redenção de Israel do Egito. Seus discípulos, que ainda estavam sob influência de idéias judaicas acerca do Messias e do reino, não podia compreender a necessidade de sua morte e só com dificuldade poderia aceitar o fato. Mas apos a ressurreição e a ascensão eles o entendream e sempre depois disso afirmaram que a morte de Cristo for divinamente ordenada como o meio da expiação. "Cristo morreu pelos nossos pecados", é seu testemunho de sempre.

2. A necessidade da expiação.

A necessidade da expiação é consequência de dois fatos: a santidade de Deus e a pecabilidade do homem. A reação da santidade de Deus contra a pecabilidade do homem é conhecida como sua ira, a qual pode ser evitada mediante a expiação. Portanto, os pontos-chave do nosso estudo serão os seguintes: Santidade, pecabilidade, ira e expiação.

(a) A santidade de Deus. Deus é santo pela natureza, o que significa que ele é justo em caráter e conduta. Esses atributos do seu caráter manifestam-se em seus tratos com a sua criação. “Ele ama a justiça e o juízes” (Sal. 33: 5). "Justiça e juízes são a base do teu trono" (Salm 89:14). Deus constituiu o homem e o mundo segundo leis especificas, leis que formam o próprio fundamento da personalidade humana, escritos no coração e na natureza do homem. (Rom. 2:14, 15.)

Essas leis unem o homem ao seu Criador pelos laços de relação pessoal e anterior a base da responsabilidade humana. "Porque nele vivemos, e nos movemos e existimos" (Atos17: 28), assim foi dito da humanidade em geral. O pecado perturba a relação expressa nesse verso, e ao fim o pecador impenitente será lançado eternamente da presença de Deus. Esta é "a segunda morte". Em muitas ocasiões essa relação foi reafirmada, ampliada e interpretada sob outro sistema chamado aliança.

Por exemplo, no Sinai Deus reafirmou as condições sob quais ele podia ter comunhão com o homem (a lei moral) e, então, uma série de normas pelos quais Israel poderia observar as condições da vida nacional e religiosa. Guardar a aliança significa estar em relação com Deus, ou estar na graça; pois aquele que é justo pode ter comunhão somente com aqueles que andam na justiça. "Andarão dois juntos, se não conquistaram de acordo?" (Amós 3: 3). E estar em comunhão com Deus significa vida. Do princípio ao fim, as Escrituras declaram esta verdade, que a obediência e a vida e juntas. (Gên. 2:17; Apoc. 22:14.)

(b) A pecabilidade do homem. Essa relação foi perturbada pelo pecado que é um distúrbio da relação pessoal entre Deus e o homem. E desrespeitar a constituição, por assim dizer, ação que afeta a Deus e aos homens, tal qual a infidelidade que viola o pacto matrimonial sob o qual vive o homem e sua mulher. (Jer. 3:20.) "Vossas iniqüidades fazem divisão entre vós e o vosso Deus" (Isa. 59: 2). A função da expiação é fazer pela lei violada e reatar a comunhão interrompida entre Deus e o homem.

(c) Ira. O pecado é essencialmente um ataque contra a honra e a santidade de Deus. É rebelião contra Deus, pois pelo pecado deliberado, o homem prefere sua própria vontade em lugar da vontade de Deus, e por algum tempo torna-se "autônomo". Mas se Deus permite que sua honra fosse atacada então ele deixaria de ser Deus. Sua honra pede a destruição daquele que lhe resiste; sua justiça exige a satisfação da lei violada; e sua santidade reage contra o pecado sendo essa confirmação reconhecida como manifestação da ira. Mas essa reação divina não é automática; nem sempre ela entra em ação instantaneamente, como acontece com a mão em contato com o fogo.

A ira de Deus é governada por considerações pessoais; Deus é tardio em destruir a obra de suas mãos. Ele insta com o homem; ele espera ser gracioso. Ele adia o juízes na esperança de que sua bondade conduza o homem ao arrependimento. (Rom. 2: 4; 2 Ped. 3: 9.) Mas os homens interpretam mal como demoras divinas e zombam do dia de juízo. "Visto como se não executa imediatamente o juízo sobre a má obra, por isso o coração dos filhos dos homens está configurado para praticar o mal" (Ecl. 8:11).

Mas, embora demore, a retribuição final virá, pois num mundo governado por leis ter de haver um ajuste de contas. "não erreis: Deus não se deixa escarnecer; porque tudo o que o homem semear, isso também ceifará" (Gál. 6: 7). Essa verdade foi demonstrada no Calvário, onde Deus confessou "sua justiça pela remissão dos pecados dantes cometidos, sob a paciência de Deus" (Rom. 3:25). Assim alguém traduzir essa passagem: "Isto foi para demonstrar a justiça de Deus em vista do fato de que os pecados anteriores cometidos durante o tempo da tolerância de Deus foram ignorados".

Outro assim parafraseia uma passagem: "Ele suspendeu o juízes sobre os pecados daquele período anterior, o período de sua paciência, tendo em vista a revelação de sua justiça sob esta dispensação, quando ele, justo Juiz, absolverá o pecador que afirma fé em Jesus." Em séculos passados ​​parece que Deus não levou em conta os pecados das nações; os homens continuaram no pecado, aparentemente sem ceifar como suas conseqüências. Dai a pergunta: "Então Deus não toma conhecimento do pecado?" Mas a crucificação revelou o caráter horrendo do pecado, e demonstração vivamente o terrível castigo sobre ele.

A cruz de Cristo declara que Deus nunca foi, não é, e nunca poderia ser indiferente ao pecado dos homens. Assim comenta o assunto um erudito: Deus deu provas de sua ira contra o pecado quando ocasionalmente castigou Israel e nações gentílicas. Mas ele não infligiu a plena penalidade, caso contrário a raça humana teria perecido. Em grande parte ele "passou por alto" os pecados dos homens. Seria injusto o rei que deixasse de punir um crime ou mesmo que adiasse a punição. E na opinião de alguns. Deus perdeu prestigio por causa de sua tolerância, a qual interpretam como um meio de escapar à punição divina. Deus destinou Cristo para morrer a fim de demonstrar a sua justiça em vista da tolerância dos pecados passados, tolerância que parecia ofuscar a justiça.

(d) Expiação. O homem tem quebrado as leis de Deus e violado os princípios da justiça. O conhecimento desses atos está registrado em sua memória e sua consciência sobre a acusa. Que se pode fazer para remediar o passado e ter segurança no futuro? Existe alguma expiação pela lei violada? Para essa pergunta existem três respostas: 1) Alguns afirmam que a expiação não é possível e que a vida é governada por uma lei inexorável, a qual punirá com precisão matemática todas as violações. O que o homem semear, fatalmente, isso mesmo ele ceifará.

O pecado, Assim o pecador nunca escapará às culpas do passado. Seu futuro está hipotecado e não existe redenção para ele. Essa teoria faz do homem um escravo de suas circunstâncias; nada pode fazer quanto ao seu destino. Se os proponentes dessa teoria reconhecem a Deus, para Deus é escravizado às suas próprias leis, incapaz de provar um meio de fuga para os pecadores. 2) Nenhum outro extremo há aqueles que ensinam que a expiação é desnecessária.

Deus é tão bom que não punirá o pecador, e tão gracioso que não exigirá a satisfação da lei violada. Por conseguinte, a expiação toma-se desnecessária e é de supor que Deus perdoará a todos. Certa vez um médico disse a uma cliente que havia falado do Evangelho: Eu não preciso de expiação. Quando erro, peço simplesmente a Deus que me desculpe, e é quanto basta. "Depois de certo tempo a cliente voltou ao médico e lhe disse:" Doutor, agora estou bem. Sinto muito haver ficado doente, e prometo-lhe que me esforçarei para nunca mais adoecer. "Ao mesmo tempo ela insinuou que nenhuma necessidade havia de considerar ou pagar a conta! Cremos que o médico compreendeu a lição, isto é, que mero arrependimento não salda conta, nem repara os estragos causados ​​pelo pecado. 3)

O Novo Testamento ensina que a expiação é tanto necessária como também possível; possível porque Deus é benévolo, bem como justo; necessária porque Deus é justo, bem como benévolo. Os dois erros acima são exageros de duas verdades sobre o caráter de Deus. O primeiro exagera a sua justiça, excluindo a sua graça. O segundo exagera sua graça, excluindo a sua justiça. A expiação faz justiça a ambos os aspectos de seu caráter, pois na morte de Cristo, Deus está agindo de modo justo como também benévolo.

Ao tratar do pecado, ele precisa mostrar sua graça, pois ele não deseja o morte do pecador; mas, ao perdoar o pecado, ele precisa revelar a sua justiça, pois a estabilidade do universo depende da soberania de Deus. Na expiação Deus faz justiça a seu caráter como um Deus benévolo. Sua justiça clamou pelo castigo do pecador, mas sua graça proveu um plano para o perdão. Ao mesmo tempo ele faz justiça a seu caráter como um Deus justo e reto. Deus não faria justiça a si mesmo se manifestasse compaixão para com os pecadores de maneira que fizesse do pecado uma coisa leve e que ignorasse sua trágica realidade. Poderíamos pensar que Deus seria então indiferente ou indulgente quanto ao pecado. O castigo do pecado foi pago no Calvário, e a lei divina foi honrada; dessa maneira Deus pôde ser benévolo sem ser injusto, e justo sem ser inclemente.

3. A natureza da expiação.

A morte de Cristo é: "Cristo morreu", expressa o fato histórico da crucificação; "por nossos pecados", interpreta o fato. Em que sentido morreu Jesus por nossos pecados? Como é explicado o fato no Novo Testamento? A resposta encontra-se nas seguintes palavras-chave aplicadas à morte de Cristo: Expiação, Propiciação, Substituição, Redenção e Reconciliação.

(a) Expiação. A palavra expiação no hebraico significa literalmente 'cobrir', e é traduzida pelas seguintes palavras: fazer expiação, purificar, quitar, reconciliar, fazer reconciliação, pacificar, ser misericordioso. A expiação, no original, inclui a idéia de cobrir, tanto os pecados (Sal. 78: 38; 79: 9; Lev. 5:18) como também o pecador. (Lev. 4:20.) Expiar o pecado é ocultar o pecado da vista de Deus de modo que o pecador perca seu poder de provocar a ira divina. Citamos aqui o Pr. Alfred Cave: A idéia expressa pelo original hebraico da palavra traduzida "expiar", era "cobrir" e "cobertura", não no sentido de torná-lo invisível a Jeová, mas no sentido de ocupar sua vista com outra coisa, de neutralizar o pecado, por assim dizer, de desarmá-lo, de torná-lo inerte para provocar a justa ira de Deus.

Expiar o pecado ... era arrojar, por assim dizer, um véu sobre o pecado tão provocante, de modo que o véu., E não o pecado, fosse visível; era colocar lado a lado com o pecado algo tão atraente que cativasse completamente a atenção. A figura que o Novo Testamento usa ao falar das vestes novas (de justiça), usa-a o Antigo Testamento ao falar da "expiação". Quando se expiação sob uma lei, era como se o olho divino, que se havia acendido pela presença do pecado e a impureza, fosse aquietado pela vestidura posta ao seu derredor; ou, usando uma figura muito mais moderna, porém igualmente apropriada, era como se o pecador, exposto a uma descarga elétrica da ira divina, houvesse sido repentinamente envolto e isolado.

A exposição significa cobrir de tal maneira o pecador, que seu pecado era invisível ou inexistente no sentido de que já não podia estar entre ele e seu Criador. Quando o sangue era promovido ao altar pelo sacerdote, o israelita recebia segurança de que uma promessa feita a seus antecessores se faria real para ele. "Vendo eu sangue, passarei por cima de vós" (Êxo. 12:13). Quais são os efeitos da expiação ou da cobertura? O pecado era apagado (Jer. 18:23; Isa. 43:25; 44:22); comeu (Is 6: 7); coberto (Sal. 32: 1); lançado nas profundidades do mar (Miq. 7:19); perdoado (Sal. 78:38).

Todos esses termos ensinam que o pecado é coberto de modo que seus efeitos sejam removidos, afastados da vista, invalidados, desfeitos. Jeová já não vê nem sofre influência alguma dele. A morte de Cristo foi uma morte expiatória, porque seu propósito era apagar o pecado. (Heb. 9:26, 28; 2:17; 10: 12-14; 9:14.) Foi uma morte sacrificial ou uma morte que tinha relação com o pecado. Qual era essa relação? "Levando ele mesmo em seu corpo os nossos pecados sobre o madeiro" (1Ped. 2:24). "Aquele que não conheceu pecado, o fez pecado por nós, para que nele fôssemos feitos justiça de Deus" (2 Cor. 5:21) Expiar o pecado significante-lo embora, de modo que ele é passado do transgressor, o qual é considerado, então, como justificado de toda a injustiça, purificado de contaminação e santificado para pertencer ao povo de Deus. Uma palavra hebraica usada para descrever a purificação significa, literalmente, "quitar o pecado". Pela morte expiatória de Cristo os pecadores são purificados do pecado e logo feitos participantes da natureza de Cristo. Eles morrem para o pecado a fim de viverem para Cristo.

(b) Propiciação. Crê-se que a palavra propiciação tem sua origem em uma palavra latina "propostas", que significa "perto de". Assim se nota que a palavra significa juntar, tornar favorável. O sacrifício de propiciação traz o homem para perto de Deus, reconcilia-o com Deus fazendo expiação por suas transgressões, ganhando a graça e favor. (Em sua misericórdia, Deus aceita o dom propiciatório e restaura o pecador a seu amor. Esse também é o sentido da palavra grega como é usada no Novo Testamento.

Propiciar é aplacar a ira de um Deus santo pela oferenda dum sacrifício expiatório. Cristo é descrito como sendo essa propiciação (Rom. 3:25: 1 João 2: 4; 4). O pecado mantém o homem distanciado de Deus; mas Cristo tratou de tal maneira o assunto do pecado, um favor do homem, que o seu poder separador foi anulado. Portanto, agora o homem pode "chegar-se" a Deus "em seu nome". O acesso a Deus, o mais sublime dos privilégios, foi comprado por grande preço: o sangue de Cristo. Assim chamado ao Dr. James Denney: E assim como no Antigo Testamento todo objeto usado na adoração tinha que ser aspergido com sangue expiatório, assim também todas as partes da adoração cristã; todas as nossas aproximações a Deus devem descansar conscientemente sobre a expiação. Devese sentir que é um privilégio de valor inestimável; deve ser permeado com o sentimento da paixão de Cristo e com o amor com que ele nos amou quando sofreu por nossos pecados de uma vez para sempre, o justo pelos injustos para chegar-nos a Deus. A palavra "propiciação" em Romanos 3:25 é tradução da palavra grega "hilasterion", que se encontra também em Heb. 9: 5 onde é traduzida como "propiciatório".

No hebraico, "propiciatório" significa literalmente "coberta", e, tanto no hebraico como no grego, uma palavra expressa ou pensamento de um sacrifício (*). Refere-se à arca da aliança (Êxo. 25: 10-22) que estava composta de duas partes: primeira, a arca, representando o trono do justo governante de Israel, contendo como tábuas da lei como a expressão de sua vontade justa; segunda, a Coberta, ou tampa, conhecida como "propiciatório", coroada com figuras angélicas chamadas querubins.

Duas lições salientes eram comunicadas por essa mobília: primeiro, como tábuas da lei ensinavam que Deus era um Deus justo que não passaria por alto o pecado e que devia executar seus decretos e castigar os ímpios. Como podia uma nação pecaminosa viver ante sua face? O propiciatório, que cobria a lei, era o lugar onde se aspergia o sangue uma vez por ano para fazer expiação pelos pecados do povo. Era o lugar onde o pecado era coberto, e ensinava uma lição de que Deus, que é justo, pode perfeitamente perdoar o pecado por causa dum sacrifício expiatório.

Por meio do sangue expiatório, aquilo que é um trono de juízo se converte em trono de graça. A arca e o propiciatório ilustram o problema resolvido pela expia ao. O problema e sua solução são declarados em Rom. 3: 24-26, onde lemos: "sendo justificados gratuitamente pela sua graça, pela redenção que há em Cristo Jesus, ao qual Deus propôs para propiciação (um sacrifício expiatório) pela fé no seu sangue, para demonstrar a sua justiça pela remissão dos pecados dantes cometidos (demonstrar que um aparente demora em executar o juízo não significa que Deus passou por alto o pecado) sob a paciência de Deus; para demonstração da sua justiça, neste tempo presente (sua maneira de fazer justos os pecadores), para que ele seja justo (infligir o devido castigo pelo pecado), e justificador (remover o castigo pelo pecado) daquele que tem fé em Jesus ".

Como pode Deus realmente infligir o castigo do pecado e ao mesmo tempo cancelar esse castigo? Deus mesmo tomado o castigo na pessoa de seu Filho, e desta forma aberta o caminho para o perdão do culpado. Sua lei foi honrada e o pecador foi salvo. O pecado foi expiado e Deus foi propiciado. Os homens podem entender como Deus pode ser justo e castigar, ser misericordioso e perdoar; mas a maneira como pode Deus ser justo no ato de justificar ao culpado, é para eles um enigma. O Calvário resolve o problema. É preciso esclarecer o fato de que a propiciação foi uma verdadeira transação, porque alguns ensinam que a expiação foi simplesmente uma demonstração do amor de Deus e de Cristo, com a intenção de comover o pecador ao arrependimento.

Esse certamente é um dos efeitos da expiação (1 João 3:16), mas não representa o todo da expiação. Por exemplo, poderíamos pular para dentro dum rio e afogarmo-nos à vista de uma pessoa muito pobre a fim de convencê-la do nosso amor por ela; mas esse ato não pagaria o aluguel da casa nem a conta do fornecedor que ele devesse! A obra expiatória de Cristo foi uma verdadeira transação que removeu um verdadeiro obstáculo entre nós e Deus, e pagou a dívida que não podíamos pagar.

(c) Substituição. Os sacrifícios do Antigo Testamento eram substitutos por natureza; eram considerados como algo a que se procedia, no altar, para o israelita, que não podia fazer-lo por si mesmo. O altar representava o pecador; a vitima era o substituto do israelita para ser aceita em seu favor. Da forma mesma Cristo, na cruz, fez por nós o que não podíamos fazer pelos mesmos, e qualquer que seja a nossa necessidade, somos aceitos "por sua causa". Se registro a Deus nosso arrependimento, gratidão ou consagração, fazemo-lo "em seu nome", pois ele é o Sacrifício por meio do qual chegamos a Deus o Pai.

O pensamento de substituição é saliente nos sacrifícios do Antigo Testamento, onde o sangue da vitima é considerado como uma coberta ou como fazendo expiação pela alma do ofertante. No capítulo em que os sacrifícios do Antigo Testamento alcançam seu maior significado (Isa. 53) lemos: "Verdadeiramente" ele tomou sobre si as nossas enfermidades, e as nossas dores sobre levar si ... mas ele foi ferido pelas nossas transgressões, e moído pelas nossas iniqüidades; o castigo que nos traz a paz estava sobre ele, e pelas suas pisaduras fomos sarados, (vers. 4, 5).

Todas essas expressões apresentam o Servo de Jeová como levando o castigo que devia cair sobre outros, um fim de "justificar a muitos"; e "levar como iniqüidades deles". Cristo, sendo o Filho de Deus, pôde oferecer um sacrifício de valor eterno e infinito. Havendo assumido a natureza humana, Pôde identificar com o gênero humano e assim sofrer o castigo que era nosso, a fim de que pudéssemos escapar. Isso explica a exclamação: "Deus meu, Deus meu, por que me desamparaste?" Ele que era sem pecado por natureza, que nunca havia cometido um pecado sequer em sua vida, se fez pecador (ou tomou o lugar do pecador). Palavras de Nas de Paulo: "Aquele que não conheceu pecado, o fez pecado por nós" (2 Coríntios 5:21). Palavras de Pedro: "Levando ele mesmo em seu corpo os nossos pecados sobre o madeiro" (1 Ped. 2:24).

(d) Redenção. A palavra redimir, tanto no Antigo como no Novo Testamento, significa tornar a comprar por um preço; livrar da servidão por preço, comprar no mercado e retirar do mercado. O senhor Jesus é um Redentor e sua obra expiatória é executada como uma redenção. (Mat. 20:28; Apoc. 5: 9; 14: 3, 4; Gál. 3:13; 4: 5; Tito 2:14; 1 Ped. 1:18.) Uma ilustração mais interessante de redenção se encontra no Antigo Testamento, na lei sobre a redenção dum parente. (Lev. 25: 47-49.)

Segundo essa lei, um homem que houvesse vendido sua propriedade e se houvesse vendido a si mesmo como escravo, por causa de dívida, podia recuperar, tanto sua terra como sua liberdade, em qualquer tempo, sob a condição de que fosse redimido por um homem que possuísse as seguintes palavras: Primeira, Deveria ser parente do homem; segunda deveria estar disposto a redimi-lo ou comprá-lo novamente; terceira, deveria ter com que pagar o preço.

O Senhor Jesus Cristo reuniu em si essas três qualidades: Fezse nosso parente, assumindo nossa natureza; estava disposto a dar tudo para redimir-nos (2 Cor. 8: 9); e, sendo divino, pôde pagar o preço ... seu próprio sangue precioso. O fato da redenção destaca o alto preço da salvação e, por conseguinte, deve ser levado em grande consideração. Quando certos crentes em Corinto se descuidaram de sua maneira de viver, Paulo assim os admoestou: "não sabeis ... que não sois de vós mesmos? Porque fostes comprados por bom preço; glorificai pois a Deus no espíritoso corpo e no vosso, os quais pertencem a Deus "(1 Cor. 6:19. 20).

Certa vez Jesus disse: "Que construção ao homem ganhar todo o mundo e perder a sua alma? Ou que daria o homem pelo resgate da sua alma?" (8:36, 37 de março). Com essa expressão ele quis dizer que a alma, a verdadeira vida do homem, podia perder-se ou arruinar-se; e perdendo-se não podia haver compensação por ela, porque não havia meios de tornar a comprá-la. Os homens ricos passam a jactar-se de suas riquezas e nelas confiar, porém o poder delas é limitado.

O Salmista disse: "Nenhum deles de modo algum pode remir a seu irmão, ou dar a Deus o resgate dele (pois a redenção de sua alma é caríssima, e seus recursos se esgotariam antes) por isso tão pouco viver para sempre ou deixar de ver a corrupção "(Sal 49: 7-9). Mas uma vez que as almas de multidões já foram "confiscadas", por assim dizer, por viverem no pecado, e não podem ser redimidas por meios humanos, que se pode fazer em favor delas? O Filho do homem veio ao mundo "para dar a sua vida em resgate (ou para redenção) de muitos (Mat. 20:28).

O objetivo supremo de sua vinda ao mundo foi dar sua vida como preço de resgate para que aqueles, provoquem almas foram "confiscadas", pudessem recuperá-las. Como vidas espirituais) de muitos, "confiscadas", são libertadas pela rendição da vida por parte de Cristo. Pedro disse a seus leitores que eles foram resgatados de sua vã maneira de viver, que por tradição (pela rotina ou costumes), receberam dos seus pais (1 Pedro 1:18).

A palavra "vã" significa "vazia", ​​ou aquilo que não satisfaz. A vida, antes de entrar em contato com a morte de Cristo, é inútil e vã é andar às apalpadelas, procurando uma coisa que nunca pode ser encontrada. Com todos os esforços não logra descobrir a realidade; não tem fruto permanente. "Que adianta tudo isso?" exclamam muitas pessoas. Cristo nos redimiu dessa servidão. Quando o poder da morte expiatória de Cristo tem contato com a vida de alguém, essa vida desfruta de grande satisfação. não está mais escravizada às tradições de ancestrais ou limitada à rotina ou aos trajes selecionados. Antes, como ações do cristão surgem duma nova vida que veio a existir pelo poder da morte de Cristo. A morte de Cristo, sendo uma morte pelo pecado, liberta e "toma a criar" uma alma.

(e) Reconciliação. "Tudo isto provém de Deus, que nos reconciliou consigo mesmo por Jesus Cristo, e nos deu o ministério da reconciliação; isto é, Deus estava em Cristo reconciliando consigo o mundo, não lhes imputando os seus pecados; e pôs em nos a palavra da reconciliação "(2 Cor. 5: 18,19). Quando éramos inimigos, fomos reconciliados com Deus pela morte do seu Filho (Rom. 5:10). Homens que em outro tempo eram estranhos entre si e inimigos no entendimento pelas suas obras más, agora no corpo da sua carne, pela morte, foram reconciliados (Colossenses 1:21).

Muitas vezes a expiação é mal entendida e, por conseqüência, mal interpretada. Alguns imaginam que a expiação significa que Deus estava irado com o pecador, e que se afastou, mal-humorado, até que se aplacasse a ira, quando seu Filho se ofereceu a pagar a pena. Em outras palavras, pensam eles, Deus teve que ser reconciliado com o pecador. Essa idéia, entretanto é uma caricatura da verdadeira doutrina. Através das Escrituras vemos que é Deus, a parte ofendida, quem toma iniciativa em prover expiação pelo homem.

Foi Deus quem vestiu nossos primeiros pais; é o Senhor quem ordena os sacrifícios expiatórios; foi Deus quem adicionou e deu seu Filho em sacrifício pela humanidade. O próprio Deus é o Autor da redenção do homem. Ainda que sua majestade tenha sido ofendida pelo pecado do homem, sua santidade, naturalmente, deve reagir contra o pecado, contudo, ele não deseja que o pecador pereça (Ezeq. 33:11), e, sim, que se arrependa e seja salvo . Paulo não disse que Deus foi reconciliado com o homem, mas sim que Deus fez algo a fim de reconciliar consigo o homem. Esse ato de reconciliação é uma obra consumada; é uma obra realizada em benefício dos homens, de maneira que, à vista de Deus, o mundo inteiro está reconciliado.

Resta somente que o evangelista a proclame e que o indivíduo a receba. A morte de Cristo tornou possível a reconciliação de todo o gênero humano com Deus; cada indivíduo deve torná-la real. Essa, em essência, é a mensagem do evangelho; a morte de Cristo foi uma obra consumada de reconciliação, efetuada independente de nós, a um custo inestimável, para a qualificados chamados são os homens mediante um ministério de reconciliação.

4. A eficácia da expiação.

Que efeito tem para o homem a obra expiatória de Cristo? Que produz ela em sua experiência?

(a) Perdão da transgressão. Por meio de sua obra expiatória, Jesus Cristo pagou a dívida que nos não podíamos saldar e assegurou a remissão dos pecados passados. Assim, o passado pecaminoso para o cristão não é mais aquele peso horrendo que conduzia, pois seus pecados foram apagados, carregados e cancelados. (João 1:29; Efés. 1: 7; Heb. 9: 22-28; Apo. 1: 5.) Começou a vida de novo, confiando em que os pecados do passado nunca o encontrarão no juízo. (João 1 ^: 24.)

(b) Livramento do pecado. Por meio da expiação o crente é liberto, não somente da culpa dos pecados, mas também pode ser liberto do poder do pecado. O assunto é tratado em Romanos, caps. 6 a 8. Paulo antecipa uma objeção que alguns dos seus oponentes devem ter suscitado muitas vezes a saber, que se uma pessoa fosse salva meramente por crer em Jesus, essa pessoa teria opinião leviana sobre o pecado, dizendo: "Se permanecermos no pecado , sua graça abundará "(Rom. 6: 1). Paulo repudia tal pensamento e assinala que aquele que causou crê em Cristo, rompeu com o pecado.