#images to restore your faith in humanity

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

trouble, m | jjk

... aka, jeon jungkook’s dick is so good and your pussy is so heavenly that faith in humanity is restored.

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; a hookup turned awkward meeting at a goddamn McDonalds of all places; smut (fem reader, hair pulling, heavy making out, m-receiving oral, doggy, penetrative sex, fingering, m-masturbation); non-idol!BTS – ft best friend!Park Jimin being a wingman little shit classic

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“Oh, I’m in trouble.”

Panic coursed throughout his veins.

“I can’t be here.”

And maybe a little bit of arousal too.

“Jungkook, this is a public place,” Park Jimin corrected him. “Anybody can be at McDonald’s.”

He almost got up from his seat, except he was boxed in a corner of a crowded fast-food restaurant and Jimin shoved the tray full of food right in front of his face. The other side of the table held various shopping bags full of things that Jimin thought his mother would like for the upcoming new year. Why did Jeon Jungkook have to be here? Well, he was the one guy from Busan who happened to be Jimin’s close friend and Jimin’s mother’s favorite friend of her son’s. Therefore, Jungkook obviously had to select something for Jimin to buy just so Jimin could say, Jungkook thought you would look nice in this cream sweater, thus gaining maximum best son points.

Yeah, Jungkook didn’t really get it either, but he was told that he was getting free food out of it.

Didn’t think it was going to be McDonald’s, though.

Also didn’t think that his fuck from last night was going to serendipitously appear, standing in line looking drop-dead gorgeous as she pushed the fur-lined hood of her coat back. Her lush hair spilled out in soft waves over the shoulders of that the black suede long-line stunner, far too much luxury for the city mall. And then there was her face. What god thought it would be funny to allow someone to look that effortlessly pretty bare-faced? Who put such sexy eyes on such a cute face? One glance and one would think, how cute with those dimples and pillowy lips, and then do a double take when the shape of those foxy eyes sunk in, holy shit, fuck me right now. Or, at least Jungkook had thought that. Still thought it, looking at her again in the daylight. Tight white top, heather gray sweatpants that didn’t match the lavishness of the jacket, and easy black-and-white sneakers, clearly everything thrown together to grab some food quickly while being a goddamn snack herself.

Jimin was carefully positioning Jungkook’s meal in front of him – fries, massive sandwich with both a beef patty and fried chicken patty, tall Coca-Cola and all, chatting away, and all Jungkook could do was gawk like an idiot.

Like he said, he was in trouble.

Tomorrow.

The ghost of her hand slid up his chest, caressing his skin while her voice curled by his ear, soft lips kissing down his neck.

I hope your friends ask about me.

The image entering his mind, the way she smiled above him, her skin alight from his mood lamp with specks of red light playfully dancing over her jaw, her fingertips tracing his muscle making his heart race, her soft thighs against his, smooth and sleek and making him insane.

The devil was in the details.

“Hello? Did you space out again?”

Jungkook jumped, startled that Jimin was glaring at him. “What?”

Those small hands stiffly pointed to the food spread before them. “Eat? Come on, it’s busy and we don’t want to take up too much time.”

“R… Right.”

He had about two seconds to take a bite out of his sandwich before Jimin casually asked in between bites of curly fries, “Oh yeah, you ran off last night with that sexy lady. How did that go?”

Jungkook choked.

-

That’s all I am, sex and shallow feelings, tch, what an idiot, acting like it was ever anything else, I don’t need anyone and I won’t need anyone, go ahead and act all high and mighty in front of your friends during the day, we all know you’ll be begging to crawl in my bed at night.

Mind a billion thoughts a minute.

You tilted your head and found yourself not that hungry. Still, some fries and a drink sounded good, so you picked that. Reached into the fur by your chest and pulled out your cardholder, tapping it to pay as you continued scowling in your head, trying not to let it show in the form of resting-bitch-face.

Ten minutes before this moment had been an annoying confrontation. You considered if you could have handled it better.

Or more savagely.

You should have pulled up all those messages you had left on read.

Sigh, but, no, you hadn’t thought of it. Ultimately, it wasn’t worth your time. It would have been a childish move. Why was that anyway? Why was it that you needed to be the “bigger person” and not be petty when some guy got all up in your face about you not wanting a relationship as his supposed friends crowded around in a circle around you two, clearly silently intimidating you? In public! Fuckin’ bum-rushed you on the street as if the showy dramatics would illicit shame or obedience. Yeah, because you were a woman who would just kill to be in a relationship, right? You scoffed internally. ‘Cause it was just so important to be in a relationship, more than, oh, I don’t know, actively not being in one that was definitely, absolutely gonna make you miserable?

Also, he hadn’t even been that good in bed.

“At least I am sex. You couldn’t even be that for a slut with as low standards as me,” was your frigid reply before walking away.

You couldn’t understand it. What was so great about relationships anyway? People only got into them for easy sex. A lotta work for a shitty time. You could get laid without the emotional baggage of another, thank you.

Although, sex probably wasn’t easy for people who acted like little bitches.

Hah.

You thanked the employee and accepted your food, wandering over to the drinks fountain with your paper cup. A basic day of running errands on your off-day now ruined by this bullshit. Nothing a little McDonald’s couldn’t fix though. Something about the nostalgia of hot, simple, cheap fast food made it more delicious. You probably should have gotten a sandwich or something, but you didn’t want to be too full and not want to do your errands after. Fried potatoes it was.

Hey, people called you sex, not the epitome of health.

You notched your finger on the tab and watched the honey-sweetened black ice tea pour out of the nozzle, which was the exact moment your intrusive thoughts popped up.

You avoid making deep relationships so that no one will notice when you die.

Thanks, brain.

Funnily enough, no one had ever said this to you. You would think someone would have noticed by now but, no, this was a revelation you made yourself once you were old enough to understand yourself better, and it came randomly while showering. Hmph. Goddamn showers. You slipped past a lovey-dovey couple to sit by the window counter, plopping down on one of the stools to munch on your fries for a bit. Alone. Some people wanted a lot of people to surround them. A sense of community and togetherness. Some people wanted a chosen few, valuing the quality over quantity. And some people were like you, loners who accepted who you were and that was NSFS – not safe for society – patiently waiting for the one that really understood you.

Or maybe there wasn’t anyone like you and you were just delusional about that.

Anyway, didn’t really matter. This kind of thing simply ended with thinking in circles. Sure, you could dwell on the whole question of existence, the why, but you had determined the more important was the who, the self within, and that wasn’t driven by the why. The who was driven by instinct.

If your instinct was to eat, fuck, sleep, repeat, then so be it.

Oh, and occasional responsibilities, like getting your tires rotated. Hence why you even outside today in the first place.

Hah, what a bother.

You munched on your crispy, hot fries and didn’t bother anyone. You learned not to expect too much out of people. They talked a lotta talk and didn’t walk much walk. I want this, this, and this, you heard a whole lot and nobody did it. A speech was all well and good, just not nearly as half as interesting as doing. And if you didn’t want to do it, you didn’t waste time beating yourself up over it. If that resulted in you only hooking up and avoiding relationships that you didn’t feel like committing to, then at least you weren’t disingenuous or fake.

Yup.

Looking out the window, you watched the people rush past with their shopping bags, linking arms with each other to avoid slipping on the sidewalk. Snow flurries falling down, down. The glass was clean enough that you could see inside the restaurant too. Tables with families and friends sharing simple, cheap fast food and turning it into a collective memory. Laughter and conversation echoed around your silence.

The looking glass showed you two ways.

You didn’t mind it, but it was evident you weren’t part of it too.

Hmmmm.

Your gaze stopped at a pair of guys. One of them was wearing a big black bucket hat. You noticed him because large brown eyes were actively staring back at you. Ogling, even.

What the–

You turned slightly and sat up straight with alarm as Jeon Jungkook stiffened and shifted, scooting closer to the person next to him, sneaking a not-so-subtle glance at you. You continued to look back in stunned confusion.

At goddamn McDonald’s?

Is no place sacred?

It was only less than twenty-four hours ago, but last night felt like another world.

-

Your fingers framing your face.

You licked your lips. Staring into his eyes, everything dark except for the mood lamp he left on. Cycling lights slowly drifted on the ceiling in a colorful haze. It was easy to remember all the shit people liked to say about you when you were alone, she’s so pretty but I hear she’s only into casual sex, what a shame, but you found solace in knowing that they had one fact wrong, because casual sex was for casuals and that was the wrong adjective to describe what you did.

Definitely the incorrect one to describe what transpired between you and Jeon Jungkook last night.

Your hand slipped from your cheek, and you touched his skin, bringing his face close to yours, keeping the whispers only in the air that you shared with those trembling lips.

“You’ve got cute eyes, but I bet you can be sexy when you want to.”

What was wrong with this? What was wrong with your comfort zone being someone else’s hands on your waist, pulling you closer? What was wrong with accepting the surge of power you felt licking the side of his mouth, adding slippery friction to the harshness of the metal rings pierced there, drinking in his moan as you teased him? It was just so annoying caring about all that noise trying to get to you, telling you to tone it down, telling you to stop, and, for what, don’t you have shame, that’s not how women should act, no. What they really meant was that was not how they would act. The consensus was to strive to be the respectable audience, always strive to fit in and be the quiet ones.

You envied their desire for silence.

Because you had to be loud.

You tangled your fingers in his long black hair and pulled his head back, running your tongue over his neck, tasting that skin and the anticipation vibrating in those muscles underneath. Admired the shivers under your body as you rolled into him, nice and slow and agonizing, whispering dirty things to him, things you wanted and none of it safe for work, finally bringing his head back down to nip at those gasping lips, intending on turning them pink and prickling with want, kissing him softly in contrast to the way you tugged at his hair every time he tried to intensify it.

“P-Please…”

His hands on your bare ass, hiking your dress up, digging his fingernails in, trying to keep his breathing even as desperation bled into it.

“You said to show you what I like,” you murmured. “I like teasing you.”

You pressed your body to his so your perfume would cling to his clothes, his bedsheets, his skin.

-

This was going to sound dramatic, but Jungkook was pretty sure last night she saved his life.

Actually.

That sounded very dramatic.

And kind of pathetic, so Jungkook kept that thought to himself, but nevertheless he kept that secret close to his chest, next to his racing heart that couldn’t seem to slow down, especially when her nails raked down his back while her tongue snaked around his, sucking on it lightly compared to the force behind her hands, the contrast between kiss and touch causing unbearable levels of arousal. He hadn’t expected a casual conversation to turn into this. He liked to think he was maybe charming, perhaps suave in some cases, occasionally daring, but he didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.

Casual sex could only stay casual if both people got the memo.

And Jungkook knew he didn’t want to get in too deep unless he was sure and the truth was that he wasn’t sure if he was ever going to want someone that much. It was fucking terrifying to be that vulnerable. How could he ever be “sure”? If he failed at his own goals, the only one he was letting down was himself. If his plans didn’t go as planned, well, that sucked but it was okay because it was only himself and he could do something about it. But getting his heart broken by someone else – ugh, what could he do about that? Worse, everything became so complicated when people didn’t say what they meant and didn’t mean what they say. It would be nice to experience the good stuff without the chance of getting his heart broken.

Cut out all that risky business.

It was a bit strange that this situation hadn’t felt like a risk. Of course it was, how was it not risky bringing a woman you barely knew to your apartment with the intent to make out and who knows what else, but, hey, the moment had felt right.

Or maybe it was the gods playing tricks on him.

But, anyway, her tongue wrapping around his balls felt amazing.

She pressed her soft lips to the sensitive skin and sent shivers through his legs as her fingernails dragged down his tense thighs. He hoped they left marks, or at least lingered for a few hours. Looking down, and those sly eyes were gazing back, like they knew exactly the effect they had on him. Sparkling when her name escaped his lips in a pleading whisper, glinting in the low light as her head tipped back and her tongue curled underneath his balls to lick that thin skin behind him, making him gasp and almost fall over, his palm smacking into the wall to hold him up. A jolt of radiating pain shot up his forearm, and then her hot, wet mouth surrounded him and swallowed his cock as deep as it would go.

He wanted to say he had made a sexy moan, but he was ninety-nine percent sure his neighbors were awake, so instead Jungkook whimpered and rested the crown of his head against the wall, feeling his hair stick to his face. Apparently, his embarrassing vocalizations didn’t matter though, because her head started slowly moving back and forth. Her eyes closed, humming steadily in satisfaction. His breath caught in his throat, forgetting all about the pain and instead drowning in the pleasure that rose like scalding steam. Ecstasy shimmered through every blood vessel in his body. Soft lips, swirling tongue, tight throat that closed in around the swollen head and pulsed, pulling him in deeper, and Jungkook could feel it, his cock twitching and getting harder, the insistent softness on the cusp of not enough, and yet so much was happening. Flexing wet muscle under the head every time she backed up, trapped in that warm sleeve, her cheeks sucking inward and drawing him deeper every time her lips pressed into his crotch, her graceful fingers fanning over his thighs and ass, stroking his tingling skin in time with her tongue.

Holy fuck.

Maybe it was dramatic that last night she saved his life by blowing his dick with such incredible skill, but Jungkook was sticking to this drama.

Wasn’t casual sex supposed to be wham, bam, thank you, next. Not, holy shit, my cock is so fucking deep in her throat I can feel her neck muscles flexing, but perhaps he had done some good deeds or this year was going to be extra prosperous in the sex front (it wasn’t a question that came up much among those elderly fortune tellers his mom visited, how odd). It had to be something like that, because how was he supposed to know the friend of a friend was going to be, one, hot, and, two, down to fuck, and, three, actually good at it?

And, four.

Readily manhandle him. But not in a threatening way. In an unafraid-to-say-and-get-what-she-wanted way. The direct, forward assertiveness was sexy as hell, but Jungkook wasn’t going to tell other people that he liked it when a woman took charge. That wasn’t exactly small talk. It didn’t come up naturally. He didn’t even tell the women he had previously slept with. It hadn’t felt like the right atmosphere. And, well, the sex was just okay. He figured he had to be careful in what he said when he wasn’t sure if they were going to be long term.

He had to cover his ass.

Speaking of.

Her fingernails sank into his ass and dragged down harshly as she tilted her head back. His throbbing cock slid down along the back of her throat, sending uncontrollable tremors up his chest and down his legs, pain and pleasure and perfection.

Jungkook slapped a hand over his mouth and let out a muffled half-scream.

She started focusing exclusively on the head, back and forth, running her tongue over it with her plush lips constricting the base, holy shit, and his eyes rolled back in his head, his hand falling, exhale thin and thinning out even more as he was reaching the end. It was too unexpectedly good, fuck, it made the muscles in his back tremble and his blood boil, o-oh, fuck, made his heart race and his calves strain with tension, I’m gonna c-cum, made his scalp tingle and his mind go blank with pleasure and he never thought an orgasm could be this intense unless he was the one getting himself off, but he was wrong, he was so fucking wrong, because he could feel the tightening in his core spiraling a bit too much and he was going to lose his fucking mind.

He gasped and screamed under his breath.

The high hit him like the sudden violent snap of elastic, so sharp that he was winded and able to feel the muscles of upper thighs spasm, shooting a rather impressive amount down her throat, almost regretful he didn’t pull out so that he could see how much it was, but none of that mattered, ensnared in wave after punishing wave of indecent, gratified lust flinching through his shaking, hard muscles as he felt his cum fill her mouth.

She swallowed.

Jungkook almost punched the wall, the oversensitivity almost painful, his hoarse voice on the verge of cracking.

“C… Careful…. P-Please…”

Those eyes flickering up, and she seemed to understand. Gently, pulling back just a little. He almost buckled at the sensation of the sucking lessening, such a good feeling but overwhelming in the afterglow, and then it was cloud-nine bliss, achingly perfect in the way she carefully slid his cock along her tongue, his twitching length gliding in the puddle of saliva and cum, repeatedly, soaring high like the moon, the thick viscosity creating a slick friction that was wicked heaven.

He wanted to say, oh, yeah, I lasted a long time after that.

He did not.

I’m in trouble.

He realized that the second she got on her knees on his bed, raised her ass, and turned her head back to smirk at him. Made direct eye contact as he tried to hide his gulp and put on the condom, keeping his hands low so she didn’t see them quiver. He was staring a bit too much, but she simply reached over and took his right hand, caressing his tattoos, and then he gasped as his fingers touched slippery wetness, looking down, and was he allowed to fall in love with a beautiful pussy at first glance or not allowed? Fuck, she even had a cute asshole. Was that too dirty to think or what?

Jungkook didn’t contemplate it too much as she slid his fingers into her, the soft, firm walls wrapping around him.

“Ready?” she hummed.

“Y- Yeah…”

In hindsight, he could have said much sexier things other than, yeah, but that was the least of his problems. Getting on his knees, sinking in, and he nearly blacked out with how good it felt. A steady controlled pulse surrounding him. Somehow, his cock became even harder, his fingers splaying out over the juicy curve of her ass, deeper, so tight, and it was all her, that cute face smiling back at him with the tip of her tongue tracing her upper lip. Naughty smirk widening, captivating foxy eyes filled with mirth shining in the darkness of his bedroom.

Jungkook didn’t even care.

He was just trying not to bust a nut at this excessive amount of sensuality that he hadn’t been prepared for.

“You look very sexy with your hair over your face like that.”

He hadn’t even noticed the strands of black covering his vision because he had been too busy looking down.

“Your back looks… oh, f-fuck… looks so beautiful…”

She grinned and lowered herself on his sheets to push back against him.

He had stuttered because her pussy had squeezed him in between his words. There wasn’t any time to be eloquent anyway, not with the sudden need surging through him at this improved angle, his grip on her hips tightening and thrusting his hips forward, wincing at how loud that smack was, surely someone outside heard, but there was nothing he could do about it, didn’t want to stop, couldn’t stop, sinking his teeth into his lower lip and trying not to add any additional noise, wanted to slow down but it felt so good when he was so deep, so tight and choking his shaft, the sensitive head of his cock rubbing against her walls and swelling. Even with the condom he felt so much, pressure and power and intensity, placing a palm on her lower back and groaning between clenched teeth, the arc of her ass so obvious and the bounce so visible that he would dream about it, all of it, the slaps of body to body, thrusting hard, rough, his ears tingling with her low, sexy moans, too good, felt too good, and he wanted to last longer but just couldn’t.

Threw his head back and yelled under his rushing exhale, straining to contain his cry in his chest.

Didn’t last much longer with a new condom and in missionary position either. He kept staring at her pretty face and perky tits, feverish desire racing with every slap of hips-to-hips, his hair falling into his eyes, struggling to see her hands clutching his pillows, and then she arched her back to give him a full view of those perfect, tasty-looking, hard nipples. Honestly, he was proud of himself for lasting the ten minutes that he did. Five minutes. Er, at least he hoped he lasted more than five minutes.

He was sweaty and gasping but he asked anyway.

“Sorry, I… Are you upset at me?”

She tilted her head, confused. “For what? That felt amazing.”

His face burned as he mumbled under his breath.

“I… I usually last longer…”

“Oh.” Blink. “Oh!” She grinned at him, and it was so devious that Jungkook realized this must not be the first time she had heard that. “I don’t care about things like that. But, uh…”

Her sex saved his life.

Her next words murdered him on the spot.

“You know, when you came, uh… I’m sure you were trying to be quiet and all that, but you sounded a bit like one of those faraway screams that happen in movies. You know, when someone gets thrown far away mid-battle. A very tiny, aaaaaaa…”

Not the best sex of his life comparing his orgasm noise to the Wilhelm scream.

-

You could admit it.

You shouldn’t have said that.

But also shouldn’t people be told of such things so that they became more self-aware? It took everything in you not to burst out laughing in his presence (although you did laugh a lot when you arrived home). And it wasn’t as if you were going to see him again. For a while, anyway. Definitely not the next day at goddamn McDonald’s.

Right?

Wrong.

You gawked at Jungkook until the other guy with him noticed and started staring at you too. Oh, jeez, it was Park Jimin, another one of the guys who had been there last night at the birthday party. You remembered him and his distinctive, bubbly giggling all night. He had a great voice too, making listening to karaoke actually bearable. He was, however, the kind of guy that wanted to be in the know about everything and everyone.

Aw, shit.

You weren’t ready for another repeat of this morning.

Jimin’s round, discerning eyes recognized you immediately even in your casual clothes and lack of makeup. You snapped your head back to your empty paper packaging. Snatched up your cup, pushing away from the window counter and stepping down, winding over to the drinks machine to top off on tea before sprinting it. Hey, McDonald’s wasn’t that cheap anymore. Inflation was a thing. Better get as much as you could before leaving.

You tossed the oily packaging and your napkin before turning around, immediately nearly colliding with Jeon Jungkook.

“Gah!”

“Oh!”

And he grabbed your waist.

Of course, he did.

Your bare waist, because you were wearing a crop top under your heavy coat.

You kept your drink-holding hand out of the way and gasped into his chin, your other hand landing on his left upper arm and squeezing, suddenly tense all over. It was hard and solid under your grip, twice as tense as you were.

“S-Sorry, Jimin pushed me…”

You vaguely heard Jungkook mumbling but you didn’t have time for this, didn’t have time to be let down again by humanity. Didn’t have time for Jeon Jungkook getting into your face about you fucking and dipping, scolding you about being too blunt, and possibly even directly calling you a bitch. Not that you didn’t deserve it. You just didn’t want to find out that cute-faced, criminally-undercover-sexy, surprisingly-a-very-good-fuck Jeon Jungkook could maybe be a shitty person.

Didn’t want to know.

Better not to know.

“S’okay. Let me get out of your way,” you mumbled back, turning your head away.

“You’re not in my way.”

You heard him say it, didn’t believe it, and yet his hands were still around your waist.

“Actually… Please be in my way.”

You froze.

Snapped your head back and found yourself centimeters from Jeon Jungkook’s face.

Oh, I’m in trouble.

He let go of you, slowly, his touch hovering as if you would make a break for it in the middle of this crowded McDonald’s, as if you would bowl over small children and their Happy Meals to escape, sending plastic toys flying in your wake. But you did no such thing, instead holding your breath, realizing how upset you would be if this was another you’re an insensitive whore moment. The truth was that you didn’t care until you did, or at least until you fully comprehended that you were glad to see Jungkook rather than completely indifferent. Why? He hadn’t said anything special. Just, please make it home safely. You had thought that was weird, please. Brushed it off as him being polite or even maybe trying to entice you with that light touch of submissiveness, anything but the possibility of him actually, honestly, straightforwardly caring about your safety.

You learned to expect people not caring for much except for themselves.

“I… Good afternoon,” you managed to get out, stepping closer as a crowd of kids squashed themselves against the drinks fountain, clambering over each other with their paper cups, yelling about how you snooze, you lose even though there was plenty of soda in a fast-food restaurant.

An adult, presumably a guardian, ran over to tell them to quiet down.

“Y… Yeah…” was Jungkook’s strangled reply, startled at you attempting conversation.

You held your sweet tea and tried to lightly bow, but realized that you could hit him in the chin if you did. You stepped aside to avoid that, and then his hand darted out. Stopping. Suddenly aware of what he was doing, stuck on what to do, looking at you helplessly for instruction. This was some love song or romcom movie shit.

No.

This was a goddamn McDonald’s, not awkward-sexual-tension meeting grounds. You grabbed his hand and pulled him along, spinning to find yourself crammed into the table with a grinning Park Jimin and too many shopping bags.

“Oh, hey. Funny seeing you here.”

Jimin was stifling his giggles.

You immediately let go of Jungkook’s hand, your face frozen and expressionless.

“Ah, Jungkook, can you watch my food?” Was it your imagination or did Park Jimin just bat his eyelashes? “I’m gonna go put the gifts in my car.”

Oh no.

“Stay right there!”

Jungkook looked mortified. “Jimin, wait–”

But he did not wait. Ruffled fluffy black hair, mischievous smile, and a whoosh later, those crinkly paper bags gone like a disappearing act, leaving you and your fuck of last night with a half-eaten sandwich and cold fries.

“I… He… I’m sorry,” Jungkook sputtered, jerking erratically.

You clutched your tea like a liquid social safety net. “Sit down. Children are staring at us.”

Sure enough, a small crowd of curious peepers were climbing the low half-wall and peering at you and Jungkook. They were being plucked off one by one by a pair of exasperated ladies who looked like they desperately needed a nap. As soon as one child was removed, another climbed up to take their place. Inquisitive little bundles in brightly colored jackets, pom-pom beanies, and sipping soda from paper cups. Jungkook whipped his head back, exposing his red ears under his bucket hat for half a second, saw the kids, and sat down beside you, turning his back to them.

Now even bigger peepers were directed at you.

“Uh…”

You cleared your throat. Drank some tea. “Erm.”

“I... I didn’t expect to see you here.”

You almost choked on your chuckle. “Yeah, uh… same.” You ticked your head to the outside, in the general direction Jimin had run off too. “Shopping for new year stuff?”

Jungkook shrugged. “Mostly for Jimin’s family. I usually shop online.” He scrunched his face with a little bit of dismay. “It’s too much on the weekends sometimes.”

“Yeah, I’m the same.”

Your knee touched his.

He looked at you.

Don’t look at me like that. I’m gonna want to kiss you.

“And we’re in the middle of a McDonald’s.”

“What?”

You could see stray strands of black brushing against his cheeks. Could see those starry brown eyes under that big bucket hat, those pink lips parted and that small mole underneath them trembling, something you had noticed last night even in the low light because you had been licking up his neck and watching his open mouth, savoring the way his whine travelled by vibration through your insistent lips from his throat.

“I don’t want to make out with you in front of all these children,” you clarified, letting out a slow, concealed breath. “But if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to make a bad decision.”

People only get into relationships for shitty sex.

Right?

I want to be around him.

“Um… I think Jimin wanted to get an air fryer and who knows what else… I’m supposed to carry the big stuff,” Jungkook grumbled, sounding like he wanted to abandon his current adventure for a different kind of adventure. Still, he begrudgingly remained a good friend. “But tomorrow…?”

You weren’t sure if he was aware that he was getting closer to you, practically thigh-to-thigh and shoulder-to-shoulder, but then you put your hand on his coat sleeve. He froze up, holding his breath. He smelled good. Fresh and clean, like laundry from the dryer. He was close enough for you to clearly discern his scent.

Close enough for you to remember.

“I need to get my tires rotated,” you finally remembered. “I’ll call you.”

His cheeks flushed pink. “C-Call me?”

“Yeah, give me your number.”

-

She asked for it like it was easy.

Who cares? Jungkook determined, after all, that he was easy. Or at least his hands were hurriedly fumbling with his phone as he blurted out the numbers as calmly as he could, which was probably not that calm, but who cared? Not him and definitely not his dick.

“Thanks. Don’t forget to answer or I’ll feel dumb.”

“Wait, give me your number.”

She paused, glancing at him. Shivers all over when their eyes connected, and he was sure he saw a guarded flicker in those eyes, but then it was let go, her lashes lowering, casting away the unknown reservation that he hoped she could tell him one day. And yet she stayed silent, turning her phone over in her hand.

“I want it,” he breathed.

Her eyes shifted back up. Ghost of a smirk on those lips.

Like she was trying to hold back.

“I’m going to give it to you,” she whispered to him, and he had to lean in, no, wanted to lean in and the scent of her perfume caught him, sweet and smokey, all those memories flashing back, in the dark with fistfuls of his sheets and breathing in, his pillows, his blanket, his clothes, heavenly and arousing. “Just saying I come with a warning label.”

“What kind of warning?” Jungkook found himself asking even though he was desperate to indulge in this risky business.

“I’ll never let your last that long,” she purred with a smug smile. “Don’t give up, okay?”

Jungkook felt his cheeks burn as he typed down the number and kept his retort to himself because Jimin suddenly appeared and the conversation was abruptly over. He jerked his head away quickly as she mouthed a tiny aaaa under her breath, teasing him, and this was a bad decision but he answered the call anyway when it came.

-

What are you doing? You don’t do relationships. People don’t like the way you do things. They’re complicated and full of secrets. They can’t be honest. You’re too honest. It doesn’t work.

Your intrusive thoughts had worked the graveyard shift and were now doing overtime.

They don’t like you.

You weren’t that surprised at these thoughts. You also did the absolute most when fucking and probably not enough outside of fucking. Some would call this karma. You would call it a nuisance. Shut the fuck up, brain. You already knew all this. You knew and you muted all that sound, all that excess noise that warned of tomorrow being ruined, chose to shut it all out until there was nothing but the melody of Jeon Jungkook’s bated breath.

You could listen to your head and let those thoughts fuck everything up.

Or you could place your fingertips on Jungkook’s lower lip and feel his gasp travel through your nerves, feel the way your blood shimmered in your veins and raced faster. Caress that pink curve to stop at his lip rings, tangible, hard and soft juxtaposed. Breathe out, your eye line lifting, up, finding those large dark brown orbs surrounded by wispy black tendrils.

Jungkook wanted you.

That was pretty obvious, especially from his hands trying to slide up your skirt.

He was just waiting for you to start it off.

You could listen to your head or choose to feel and listen to your instincts, dangerous as it was.

I’m in so much trouble, fuck.

You knew it, and yet you leaned in and kissed him anyway. Something about him, the way his eyes instantly closed when you came close, the way he trusted your eyes wouldn’t stay open, the way his lips gave in to your insistence, no, yearned for it, his fingernails sinking into your hips and yanking you close, onto his lap and into his heat, and then it was darkness and tongue and breathing into his mouth, hot and unnerving and addictive.

You hadn’t even noticed you had closed your eyes until you felt your hands sliding into his hair. Barely even perceived how you held your breath when your chest pressed against his, gasping, too many clothes in between and all the anticipation, dancing your nails over his scalp and sucking on his tongue, his melodious moan melding with your heartbeat roaring in your ears.

What is this?

You rolled your hips into his lap and Jungkook groaned, breaking the kiss and tipping his head back, his hardness twitching between your legs, insistently pressing up through his sweatpants as his neck became exposed. And there was nothing you wanted to do but press your lips to that mole on his neck, tasting that tan skin and inhaling his scent, wanting to be covered in it, drenched in it, dancing kisses up his jaw and catching his ear with your teeth, tugging on his hair and rocking your hips back and forth, turning hot friction into hot, damp friction.

“I c-can’t…”

His moan rang in your ears, his fingers pushing up the sides of your panties and driving them into the crevice of your ass, creating a damn thong with too much fabric.

“Can’t t-take it anymore…”

Pulled hard and you gasped, feeling the slinky fabric slip in between your folds, soaked and soaking, strong hips knocking into that dug-in fabric and practically bouncing your pulsing pussy on his rock-hard erection.

You curled your arm around his head and tipped his face to yours, seeing his glassy eyes and open mouth, his shaking breath feathering against your chin, and if Jeon Jungkook was a liar, then he was a damn good one, one of those liars so deep in the lie that it started becoming truth.

He whispered your name in the shared air, between his and your trembling lips.

He’s too desperate to be a liar.

You closed the distance between lips and tangled your tongues in the tango, lifting your hips at the same time, smiling at his whine before silencing it by pulling his hand between your legs, pushing the thin fabric aside, and then the collective sigh. Yours, shivering satisfaction. His, driven desire, fingers exploring and sending shivers through your legs. Wet and slippery and soft. Pressing his face into your neck and then gasping when his soft lips pressed to your throat, light kisses and wanton need, his other hand sliding up your sweater, pushing it up.

I want you.

He slid two fingers into you and moaned into your skin, slow, pressing his touch into your clenching walls, his eyes closed under you. In, out, building pleasure, your hips following, riding his hand, deeper, intense, hard, his tongue licking your collarbone and your lashes fluttered, suddenly overcome by shivers.

“I w-want you…”

He gasped against your throat, almost a whimper, those pleading eyes half-opening. Pulling out slightly and rubbing slow circles that made your hips flinch, his fingertips brushing against your slick clit, and those brown eyes darkened, tipping his head back to watch your face. His fingers on your waist tightening, holding you in place, shifting his fingertips, and you bit back a hiss, locking your knees, staring back into his starstruck eyes that showed you everything he was as he stroked your clit, igniting all your nerves and scorching your skin in passionate flames.

You saw what Jungkook was saying.

He wanted you so bad, not just a little, not just for a couple orgasms, not just for every night but also every day, even every afternoon and every twilight and every dead of night. Every kiss, every touch, every look into the eyes telling you this meant more to him than casual and for some reason it didn’t feel like a burden.

Casual sex could only stay casual if both people got the memo.

Suddenly, you realized neither you nor him were getting the damn memo.

You leaned forward and breathed in his exhale, squeezing his hips with your thighs, harder, yes, so good, fast and harsh and closer, closer, pulsing sensitivity escalating, your fingers tangled into his long black hair, entangled moans slipping out, fuck, yes, I’m close, Jungkook, fuck, and he was good but this was more than skill, more than half-lidded eyes and your hand falling, tracing his jaw, biting back your orgasm until…

Until.

“I could stare at you forever,” you breathed.

Closed your eyes and moaned into his mouth, the high crashing down, leaking all over his fingers and causing his touch to slip, dripping down, everywhere, all over the front of his pants and down your legs, and there was no time to care, dragging Jungkook into kiss after kiss, driven by snaking pleasure coursing through your veins. His wet fingers grasped your thigh, kneading the softness, his whines trapped by kisses, begging for your legs against his naked chest.

How could you refuse him?

You just couldn’t.

-

I’m so fucked.

Truly, madly, deeply fucked.

Past in trouble and actually in danger, danger, you’re seconds away from cumming, clenching his jaw and grinding his teeth so he felt something else, anything, please, clutching fistfuls of his sheets and wondering why the fuck the condom wasn’t reducing any sensation because, holy fuck, his cock was trapped in a hot, slippery, tight sleeve that pulsed around his twitching, hard length every time he descended. He couldn’t think, could barely breathe, could do nothing but follow that carnal instinct to thrust over and over, deep as possible, the angle so good he closed his eyes so they didn’t roll back into his head even though he was hopelessly losing his mind at the sensations of her, so soft, so intense, so good his legs were shaking with tension, the rhythmic smacking obscenely loud, rattling bedframe echoing throughout his bedroom.

“H-Harder,” she gasped breathlessly.

Harder?!

Was she trying to kill him?

She lifted her hips and Jungkook knew he was fucked.

He threw all of his energy into his hips and sunk his teeth into his lower lip, his lip rings hitting his teeth. Metal hitting bone. Screaming in his head and tightening his vocal chords, thankful to see her eyes closing, her head tipping back, low satisfied moan of his name travelling to in his ears and then all that he was keeping together shattered and slammed into him, heat rushing and mind-numbing, euphoric high punching all the air out of his lungs, visceral tension snapping at his hips and now he was pumping the condom full, o-o-oh, fuuuuck, her walls shivering and amplifying the good feeling of sexual intoxication, his vision a blur, only now realizing all the sweat sliding down his back and forehead, his damp hair swinging down over his eyes, and maybe lasting a only a couple minutes but it was a damn good couple of minutes if Jungkook was allowed to say so himself.

He was panting, hardly able to catch his breath.

It wasn’t enough.

Fuck, he was so horny and he was barely recovering from his first orgasm. Didn’t know what came over him. A wave of insanity? Inconsolable craving? Willful sacrifice of his soul to the sex goddess in his bed right now? Dramatic, sure. Casual, no, pushing his palms against the bed, shuddering as he pulled out of that tight warmth, almost regretting it, but then he looked down. At the shiny slickness, his white cum swollen at the end of the condom. He gripped the opening and pulled down, peeling it off with a whine, and Jungkook was pretty sure he was overwhelmingly crazy or overwhelmingly horny or both, because why else would he scoot his knees up and start jacking his spent dick like a madman, whimpering at the sensitivity and the slippery friction and the scene before him – her legs lowering from his shoulders, those curious eyes glinting under him, her soft, bouncy breasts rising and falling rapidly in her heavy breathing, fuck, so sexy, so fucking sexy, faster, tighter, staring at those hard nipples he wanted in his mouth right now, so fucking bad.

He let his eyes flicker up.

Gasping, baring his depravity.

She smirked, her tongue tracing the edge of her upper lip.

“Cum on me, Jungkook.”

Words so simple that they could be said by anyone, but this was different, this was too much intensity, too much irresistible pleasure, too much too sure about this feeling, this moment, this connection, and then her fingertips slid up his hard, tense, trembling thigh, sinking her fingernails in and dragging down, those stings of pain sending him over the edge.

“A-Ah, fuck!”

His eyes rolled back and his hips pitched forward, flinching powerfully and shooting cum over her stomach, up her cleavage, sudden streak of white glistening against her skin, jolts of aching bliss penetrating his quivering muscles. Shared gasp, everything smelling like sex, his bedsheets, his clothes, his skin, mixing with her perfume. Sweet like candy and heavy like lust.

Jungkook wanted to douse himself in it.

Her cum and her perfume.

He pressed the dark, purple-red, swollen head of his twitching cock to her cum-covered stomach and moaned, dragging it across and slipping further and further into blinding oversensitivity, on the edge of too much but he liked it, fuck, he liked it more and more as he saw her sly smirk and foxy eyes sparkle, savoring his reactions. It made him want to give in to this side of him more.

Her hand lifted, fingers curling around his chin, stroking his lower lip with her thumb.

“You’re so sexy, Jungkook. I love the way you look at me.”

Something about the way she said it, making him feel that she really meant it.

No, know that she really meant what she said.

His heart fluttered. Took flight.

No.

Soared.

They really were such simple words, nothing complicated at all, and that was how Jungkook knew.

He was sure.

--

masterpost

[idylls-of-the-divine-romance]

how do you hold them both? all powerful and all loving? i grew up in the church but have never truly found faith. i want it desperately but it feels wrong to pretend.

Hey, beloved. I wish I knew the answer to how God could be all powerful and all loving, that I could give you the secret to holding them both. But the truth is I myself don’t hold them both. At least, not firmly. 

And, Anonie, that’s okay. There are some who will say that if we don’t all believe the exact same things about who the Beautiful Mind is then we worship different gods. But that’s not true. I believe that religious Jews, Muslims, and Christians all worship the same deity but simply have different conceptions of who and what that deity is. And that is fine. That doesn’t mean everyone is right, but it’s possible to have different conceptions of the same person and still be talking about the same person. The point is: I do not think rejecting the omnipotence of God makes you a heretic (not that God would love you any less). I mean first of all, what omnipotence even means is up for debate! 

Here’s the rundown of my thoughts on omnipotence. 

Number 1. God willingly limits himself. For God to enter into relationship with human beings and rule the world thru them (that’s part of what image of God means) than he has to willingly put limits on himself in order to respect the dignity of the well meaning but foolish dirt creatures he created. This is a view held by both Conservative and Reform Jews and also by open theist Protestant Christians. This is a position known as open theism (which started as a movement dedicated to the rejection of Greek philosophical influence on Christianity, which as a goal I can get behind). 

A metaphor my favorite bible scholar uses is that of a ship: human history is a ship headed from one port (good creation) to another port (the full union of heaven and earth). That WILL happen. The boat will not sink or get lost or etc. the boat will get from port A to port B. But, what happens on the boat (and who’s still alive vs who dies) before we get there�� that’s up for grabs. I refer to this as “ordained” vs “unordained” futures. The Incarnation of the Wisdom/Word? Ordained. The Transgression of Adam and Eve? Not ordained. 

Number 2. I had to just be honest with myself and with God about my reaction. I had to sit down down and seriously think about it: what would I prefer? A god who is all powerful, or a god who is all loving? When I look at the person of Jesus of Nazareth, what do I see more? For me the answer is obvious. “God is Love.” Not all loving; God is an eternal community of other-centered, life-giving, intimate love. That is what it means to believe in the Holy Trinity. And honestly I’m not torn up about it. I still believe that God is “Beyond Being” and “The Ground for whom there is no ground.” I still believe that God is THE MOST powerful. But if it comes between all powerful and all loving; Jesus taught me to define power AS love. “Power” to the Christian properly cognizant of the totality of scripture is “to empty one’s self in the name of Love and to choose Life and Forgiveness over Death.” 

This is not an orthodox Christian answer, but we can’t expect to have everything figure out. At least, not this side of the resurrection. Unlike the medieval scholastics, I can handle some mystery in my life. I think this would do you well.

Also one last thing: God doesn’t want your pretense or pretending. God wants your rawness. Read Job; there is nothing soft about it and he does not bother with pretending. He named it how he sees it (that God Almighty is a moral monster who fucks with the lives of humans when he isn’t just ignoring them entirely). And God (after telling him to chill out because. Presumptuous much), says that Job has right relationships with him.

May the God of loyal love, Mother of the exiles and Restorer of the refugees, look upon you with favor and give you wholeness. Amen. 

[m1d-45]

GASP I had another idea. What if, since Xiao now knows who the real Creator is, he prays the them and not the faker on the throne? And when he next visits the creator as a bird, they are excitedly showing him a new bit of power they suddenly got, not knowing that it was his own faith that restored a bit of their glory??? -sibling anon, who is just vibing with this idea like it's a rubix cube

combined this ask w your other one, and sorry this is kinda late/reads weird. been busy and i am tired 👍

word count: 723

xiao knows the one on the throne isn’t his god, and his curiosity about you has turned into conviction.

you’re his creator. you have to be.

you’re soft where they’re harsh, you gently pet his feathers where they snap out orders. he knows he’s only one against many, he knows he doesn’t stand a chance and giving you the worship and praise you deserve, but… he tries.

he’s forfeited all but basic politeness to the fraud, limiting his interactions with them and instead spending his time with you. he spends more time in his bird form than human, at this point, curled into your side as you wander liyue. he takes patrols where you are to keep the others away from you, always ‘just missing’ wherever you are. sometimes he brings you things in return for your eternal kindness, hiding things as a human to lead you to them as a bird.

your bird. your little songbird, perched on your finger as you flip over the coin of mora he brought you with a smile. perhaps he should be ashamed, that an adeptus such as him is reduced to eating from another’s palm, but he’s not. not when it’s you. not when he finds your image the one in his mind when he’s in danger, not when he finds himself defending liyue in your name, not when he makes offerings to you instead of the fraud.

your little bird, your xiao. he knows he can’t do enough on his own, he knows that his small acts of protection aren’t nearly what you deserve, but…

as he flies across liyue, a coin of mora clutched in his claws, he hopes that it will help you in places he can’t.

he lets out a call when he spots you walking between the trees, tucking into a dive. you turn, the same smile on your face as every time that you see him, and he lands in your hand, the coolness of the coin contrasting with the warmth from your hand.

“little friend! welcome back, pretty bird.”

he chirps back at you, settling in the curve of your hand as you pick up the coin he brought you. however, instead of telling him about your day, or continuing on your walk, you reached for the branch of a nearby berry bush—thankfully, one that was edible, though you didn’t go for the fully grown ones instead, you pulled off a small part of a branch with a flowering bud on it.

“look, i learned how to do something new today!”

he chirped, moving closer to your wrist to watch your actions. you held the branch between two of your fingers and carefully brushed over the flower, something green sparking under the pad of your thumb. as he watched, the small bud bloomed, a bright red berry sprouting at impossible speeds.

something like a yelp left him in surprise, his wings puffing up as he tried to make sense of it, and your attention quickly shifted from the branch.

you moved him up and cooed nothing at him, unaware of how far xiao’s mind was from the situation.

you had made the plant bloom. dendro had answered your call, when he knew for certain that nothing had bent to your will when he’d first found you.

he knew being near you was calming—it was why you were constantly surrounded by birds and butterflies, it was how he was clued in to your divinity, at first. the way his karma seemed to settle and fade- even now, his shock washing away under your touch over his wings.

something featherlight pressed to the top of his head and he blinked himself from his thoughts, looking up to see you pulling away.

you don’t say a word, carefully plucking the berry from its stem with one hand. in your other, xiao is frozen again, this time for an entirely different reason. his forehead is alight, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, the problem of your blossoming godhood pushed aside and buried.

you put the fresh berry in your other hand, in front of xiao, and he dipped his head to nip at it.

blessed is he who partakes in the divine.

[marcusrobertobaq]

Top 10 stupidest Detroit Become Human dialogues

(this is my opinion)

10.

[falls on the floor in pure drama] Kara: ALICE! GO, ALICE! Alice: No, I won't leave you! Kara: GO! RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN! [i mean, u gonna get what i'm sayin' if u watch a video]

9.

Alice: What are you doing? They’re not our clothes! Kara: We need them, Alice. You need something warm and I need to get rid of this uniform. Alice: But, that's stealing! We can't do that!

8.

JB300: Markus? Is that you?.. I tried to reach you, but the deviant hunter stopped me… Connor [pretending to be Markus]: You stopped him from finding me, you saved me! You saved Jericho. You'll be all right now. I came to take you home. Give me the location to Jericho. We gotta leave now. JB300: The location of Jericho?.. Yes… Yes, of course…

7.

Markus: Humans hate us… They want to destroy us 'cause we refuse to be their slaves anymore… I'm not gonna stand around and wait for them to slaughter my people! Carl: You used to be so calm and thoughtful… Now all I see is anger…

6.

[deviant Connor + hostile Hank + peaceful/neutral Markus] Hank: For a while there, I believed in you, Connor… I thought you might restore my faith in the world… But you just showed me that androids... Are our creation… Creation in our own image. Selfish, ruthless, and brutal… You opened my eyes, Connor. Made me realize it’s hopeless… Hank: Now leave me alone… Go on, complete your mission, since that's all you care about. GET OUTTA HERE!

5.

Kara: Why are you helping us? Most humans hate androids… Rose: My people were often made to feel their lives were worthless… Some survived but only because they found others who helped them along the way…

4.

Hank: When I was hanging off the roof, back at the urban farm, you let that deviant go in order to help me. You put my life above the mission. You showed empathy, Connor. And empathy is a human emotion. Hank: Back at Stratford Tower, when that android was shooting at anything that moved… You protected me… You... Risked your life to save mine. That showed empathy, Connor. And empathy is a human emotion.

3.

Hank: You're a lowlife! You don't feel a thing, do you? A machine! That's what you are! You're just a fucking machine… Connor: Of course I'm a machine, Lieutenant. What did you think I was? Hank: I thought you… I thou-… Fuck.

2.

[shoots the non-deviant Connor] Hank: I've learned a lot since I met you, Connor. Maybe there's something to this… Maybe you really are alive. Maybe you'll be the ones to make the world a better place… Go ahead, and do what you gotta do.

'

Markus: You betrayed me! I trusted you, I don't know how you could turn on me when our people needed me the most! North: I know how you feel, Markus. You have every right to be angry with me… Markus: You’re goddamn right I do.

Honorable mentions

It's just impossible listing only 10 so i gonna add some honorable mentions:

A

Hank: Nothing else matters to you but your goddamn investigation, huh? No doubts, no mistakes, no weaknesses… Human being, just like me… Only perfect…

B.

Kara: I don't care whether she's human or android… She's just someone who matters to me. [30 seconds later she's pikachu-face surprised with another YK500] Luther: You knew from the beginning. You just didn't want to see it. She wanted a mom, and you wanted someone to care for. (...)

C.

[full friend Hank + empathetic Connor + remain a machine] Connor: After all we've been through… I respected you, Hank. I thought we were friends! Hank: Oh, yeah? I was just starting to like you too! But then I realized you'll never change! You don’t feel emotions, Connor, you fake 'em! You pretended to be my friend, when you don’t even know the meaning of the word!

[gatekeeper-watchman]

What the Bible Says about Suicide

What the Bible Says about Suicide – Prayer Against Depression

“Do not be a fool–why die before your time?”  Ecclesiastes 7:17b

What does the Bible say about suicide?  How does God view it?  Do all those who kill themselves go to Hell? Almost everyone would agree that life is the most precious gift that human beings have been given. Just the chance to be alive on this earth and play a part in the grand scheme of God’s eternal plan is a privilege indeed. Yet, despite this, there are times when life becomes so difficult or unbearable that many have, at one time or another, wished they were dead or had never been born. For some, these feelings linger–and if they linger long enough, suicide seems to be the only escape. In fact, in the United States (and stats are similar in countries around the world) the suicide rate has tripled among teen and young adults in the past 40 years.

Very few would argue with the fact that suicide is a direct breaking of the Sixth Commandment which is, “You shall not murder.” We are not to murder each other or ourselves. God created human beings in His image and each of us carries within us the potential to overcome the evil in this world, and to rule and reign with Christ in heavenly places. If we are Christians, we no longer belong to ourselves, but to God. We are overseers of our bodies and our lives (which belong to Him), and we are responsible to guard that which has been entrusted to us.

How God Views Suicide

Suicide is a grievous sin that seriously hurts both the heart of God, and those who loved the deceased. The pain of losing a loved one who took their own life is not easily healed, and often isn’t fully healed until Heaven. Whether you are contemplating suicide or know someone who killed themselves, God wants you to know there is hope and life for you. He is the great Healer and Restorer of what has been lost or stolen.

Many of the greatest saints and heroes of the Bible faced overwhelming depression and sometimes wrote that they wished they had never even been born. King David, (Psalm 13:2-4), the prophet Jeremiah, (Jeremiah 20:14-18), and Job, (Job 7:15-16) among others, all reached low points where they despaired of their very lives. Job says, “So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life. I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity” (Job 7:15-16).

Yet, each one of these men were blessed of God, and persevered through their trials as an example to us. Though they faced great suffering and injustice, they kept their faith in God and His goodness, and in so doing, were sustained and led into abundant life.

Though we may get depressed from time to time, we believe that the act of suicide never takes place apart from demonic influences driving one to take their own life. Suicide is directly counter to the power of life that God has put so strongly into His creation. Everywhere we look we see life growing, even in the most hostile environments. This “survival instinct” is a gift from God. In fact, if He didn’t bestow this gift upon His creation there probably wouldn’t be any life on this planet at all! Suicide, then, is directly contrary to the will of God, and originated in the realm of the demonic host, who come only to “steal, and to kill, and to destroy” (John 10:10). Though demons may try to tempt us to kill ourselves, as Christians we have power over the devil and he cannot push us to do this if we sincerely call on the name of the Lord!

We are all in a spiritual battle. The problem is, many of us are not aware of it, and do not know how to protect ourselves against attack.

Do all those who kill themselves go to Hell?

Some people believe that all who commit suicide go immediately to Hell. However, the Bible never says if this is the case. The Bible is silent on this issue. God probably did not address it in black and white for a good reason. If we knew that we would still go to Heaven if we killed ourselves, there would probably be a lot more suicides taking place than there already are. However, if we knew that all who killed themselves were automatically banished to Hell, no matter what their situation, it may be too much for the grief-stricken family and friends to bear. Murder and suicide are not unpardonable sins. The only unforgivable sins are rejecting Christ (Mark 16:16) and blaspheming the Holy Spirit.

Verily I say unto you, all sins shall be forgiven unto the sons of men, and blasphemies wherewith soever they shall blaspheme: But he that shall blaspheme against the Holy Ghost hath never forgiveness, but is in danger of eternal damnation: Mark 3:28-29 (KJV)

All other sins can be forgiven. However, anyone contemplating suicide may be in danger of going to Hell, as their relationship with the Lord is not intact at that point. Those who would consider suicide may have a severed relationship with Christ and therefore they would enter the real Hell–which is worse than the hellish feelings they are experiencing at the moment.

It is so important to remember that God judges each of us individually, weighing all the factors of our lives, our beliefs and our motives. Each one of us is so intricate and complex, only God could really judge us in total truth, wisdom, and without favoritism. The most important truth of all, is that each one of us will stand before His throne and give account of our lives. If we lived intimately with this sobering truth, much of the sin in the church and the world, would immediately be stopped.

If you are contemplating suicide and are relying on God’s grace to get you to heaven, PLEASE stop for a moment… God’s grace never means that we have a free license to sin! Those who willfully sin after knowing God’s grace, are in far greater danger than those who know less. Though you may feel that God is far from you right now, He is much nearer than you think. He may even be speaking to you through these words! Please open your ears and hear Him tell you how valuable your life is. You are needed on this earth and the purpose for your life has not yet been fulfilled. God loves you, and so do many people around you! God would not be God if He could not work this situation (no matter how unbearable it may seem) for His glory and for the good in your own life.

Depression is often anger, and a host of other emotions that have turned inward and become frozen. If you are carrying anger, resentment, bitterness, unforgiveness, frustration, jealousy, despair, worthlessness, hopelessness, fearfulness, vengeance and/or self-pity in your heart, you can turn these things over to God and begin to receive your healing right now, in faith. If you don’t know how to let them go, confess it to God and ask for His help in releasing it to Him. No one can overcome these things by themselves. We all need the power of God to set us free from sinful and hopeless ways of thinking. That is why the Bible tells us that we must be “transformed, by the renewing of our mind” (Romans 12:2). The Holy Spirit is the only One who can help us break free and be healed of these deadly emotions.

Just as ailments in our physical body need to be treated with medicine to be healed, the same is true of our emotions. One powerful way to fight against depression, is to apply and confess God’s Word as a healing balm to the places where you have been wounded. For instance, if you have unforgiveness in your heart, begin to confess God’s verses for love and forgiveness, even if they don’t exactly feel true right at the moment. If you feel worthless, confess the Scriptures of God’s great love for you. A rote, mechanical repeating of words may not do much, but if you deliberately take these living words and hold on to them for dear life, you will have the enemy on the run. The devil simply cannot stand against the Word of God spoken in faith. God’s Words are like spiritual antibiotics, destroying every germ and unclean thing in their path.

In closing, we would like to pray with you here. We have written a prayer below, and we encourage you to not only read it, but to say it out loud!

Prayer To God

“Father, in the name of Jesus, I come before You, confessing my need for You, and crying out to you from the bottom of my heart. Lord, you’ve said that you are near to those whose hearts are breaking and that you give grace to the humble. I humble myself before you now…I cast down any pride or self-justification that I would hide behind, and I present myself to you as I truly am–weak and helpless and despairing of my very life. I know there is no other Rock but You, and I turn to You with all of my heart. Father, please forgive my sin! I open myself up to receive Your cleansing, your healing, your forgiveness, and Your faith, hope and love into my being. I receive your love as a river, washing over the dry wasteland of my emotions. I see that in Your river there is life, and that every place your river touches in me is revived. I cast all my cares, my sorrows, my disappointments into that river and I let the current of Your spirit carry them far away. I believe you, when You say that You think good thoughts about me, and that Your plans are to give me a future and a hope. I believe you when You say that You knew who I was even before my mother conceived me–and that You wanted me to be alive on the earth right now. Thank you for giving me life! Thank you for working all things in my life for good! Thank you that I can call on your Name and You will be near me. Thank you for bearing all my weaknesses and diseases on the cross, and healing me, spirit, soul and body.”

Command Against Satan

“Satan, I close every door that I have opened to you and I renounce every activity I have partaken with you. In Jesus name, I submit myself to God. I resist you and command you to flee from me, as it is written in James 4:7! I remind you that you are defeated by the power of the cross–and with the authority given to me by Jesus Christ, I command you and force you to leave me right now!”

Prayer To God

“Father, I receive Your breath of Life into my mortal body now. I lift up my hands to You, to receive it; I fix my hopes on it and turn my life completely over to You. From this day forth I pray that you will give me the grace and wisdom to guard my heart diligently, to obey You and to resist every scheme of the enemy. I commit all I am to You and I have full faith that You are able to do exceedingly, abundantly above all I could ever ask or think. Lord, send me the help I need now. Show me the way. I thank you for the love that you have lavished upon me and I pray that for the rest of my life, I will show that same love, mercy and forgiveness to all those around me. Amen!”  From: Steven P. Miller, Jacksonville Florida USA @ParkermillerQ,gatekeeperwatchman.org , TM, ‎Founder and Administrator of Gatekeeper-Watchman International Groups. #GWIG, #GWIN, #GWINGO, #SPARKERMILLER Friday, January 10, 2025, Jacksonville, Florida USA 7:20:41 PM

[hamnay--01]

A Prayer Poem Using All 99 Names Of Allah

Oh, Allah, I praise You with all 99 of Your beautiful names and attributes that You have chosen for Yourself. Listen to my silent cry, my heart, and my prayers. Oh my Lord, The All-Merciful, The All-Compassionate, The King of Kings

Oh, the Creator of Life and Creator of Death! Allah, the Most Loving, Here comes a beggar at your door, one who has no idea how to ask for forgiveness but knows You are all forgiving. The one who knows nothing, whose eyes are dry, and whose hands have committed many offenses. The one who is so busy in the world and has forgotten to return to You one day.

Oh, Allah! Oh, Rab! I ask for Your forgiveness and help. Without You, I am nothing, no one, and nowhere. You are my strength, my power, and the source of my existence and my identity on this land.

You are the One who gave me life, to You I shall return, and You will bring me back to life after death. Only to You, I belong, and only to You, I will return, Oh my beloved Friend, the All-Knowing, Allah! Help me and save me; You know my flaws and my good actions; Only You are the One, who does Justice.

The All-Observing Witness, the Universal Trustee, and the Embodiment of Truth My Allah, I love You dearly, and only want You! Oh! The Resurrector, the Awakener, the Most Glorious One. Oh my Beloved Allah, the Most Loving, the Most Affectionate, I know Only You hear me!

Ya Allah, the Judge of Judges, the Wise, the One Who is always accurate in His actions! I need your assistance! Your judgment is always exact. Your judgment of me is true and correct; Oh Allah, I address You by every name, You have chosen for Yourself.

You are the One who is attributed with greatness of Power and The Glory of status. I know You are mine and I am Yours, The Sublime One, The Beneficent. I surrender to you, my Lord! I have no power, and You, the All-Powerful Creator, are my dearest friend and strong supporter.

The One on whom I rely, the One who Loves me unconditionally, You are the Keeper, the Guardian, the Feeder, and the One with the Power. You feed the birds, fish, humans, animals, and all living things; You and I are not two; we are the One! I am Yours, and You are mine.

You are the Preserver and Protector, the Appreciative, The One who rewards great for a little obedience. Oh! My Lord, You are all-Powerful, and I am nothing without You. Please help and strengthen me, pour Your Noor (light) into my heart, and Cleanse it with the water of Love.

My Allah, I'm tired of this world. I see people dying of hunger and poverty, and I see fellow humans committing atrocities. Allah, my Allah! You are The All-Knowing One! If you don't help us and lead us, We'll be nothing!

The All-Seeing, All-Hearing, Elevating One, Exalter, Supreme Bestower, Oh, the Great Forgiver, and All-Prevailing One! The Perfect Artist, One who molds His creations into many shapes and images.

The Mighty One, the Guardian, the Faith Infuser. The Most Holy, the Most Sacred, The All-Powerful King of Kings, Ya Allah, my Peace Giver! Listen to me, I'm calling you with such affection with all your lovely names.

You are the only One who hears me when no one else does. The Sustainer, Opener of the Hearts, and the Only Provider My Lord, I just ask for your help and mercy. I just have You, and You are sufficient for me.

Oh, Allah, the Subtle One, the Most Gracious, The One who treats His servants with kindness. The One Who Responds, Who Is All-Embracing, Who Is Knowledgeable

The Firm One, the Loving One, the Strong One, the One Who Never Tires. The Creator of all that exists. I seek your help for me and my fellow humans. Oh, my Protecting Friend, my Supporter, I pray for good health, For the goodness of this world, and the Next.

The Worthy, the Only-Laudable One! The Creator, the Restorer, and The Self-Existing One, on whom all others rely. The Alive, the Eternally Living One, the Sole Provider, The Omnipotent, The Dominant. Oh! The Supreme Authority Holder— I've knocked on your door because I know you never send me back empty hands.

Oh, the Source of All Goodness, the Righteous One, The One who is kind to and loves His creatures. Forgive me, O Ever-Acceptor of Repentance; I surrender.

You, the Eternal Possessor of Sovereignty, are the One Who Judges Justly. The Gatherer, The Possessor of Majesty and Honour — You are the One who will gather all the creatures on the Day of Judgment.

The Bestower of Sufficiency, The Enricher, Purest prime Light, the One who guides, The Bestower of Sufficiency, The Enricher, The purest prime Light, the One who guides.

Allah, the One who waits for sinners to repent! You, the Possessor of the Kingdom, Give the power to whom you will and take it from whom you will. You bring the living out of the dead and the dead out of the living. I believe in You; there is no force or might other than Yours, My Allah!

I've turned to you, Allah, and I'm praying for your support and guidance. I rely on you in both my joy and my sorrow. I call to you in silence, and you hear and respond to the sound of my all prayers.

You are the only God, and I love you. Ya Allah, the All-Forgiving! Please forgive me and help me. Only Your name shines a light in my chest, removing my misery and agony. I ask for your forgiveness, just your guidance; I have no one but You; I am the richest! I have You, my most Powerful friend!

Dear Allah, bless me, my family, my friends, and everyone reading this with your infinite blessings, and Give us good health, prosperity, and protection. Shine Your Light on us and Show us the right path. Ameen!

For prayer is nothing else than being on terms of friendship with God. — Saint Teresa of Avila

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Gospel Summary

Man was created to glorify God & Enjoy Him forever

Our ultimate purpose in life is to honor and glorify God while enjoying His everlasting presence. As creations made in His image, we are called to reflect His greatness in everything we do. This notion is supported by the idea that the Creator is "worthy of glory, honor, and power" (Rev 4:11) and that we should "do all to the glory of God" (1 Cor 10:31). By fulfilling this purpose, we not only live out our divine destiny but also take part in a never-ending celebration of God's love and grace.

Man has failed to glorify God & is under His just condemnation

Despite our purpose to glorify God, humanity has stumbled under the burden of sin and rebellion. In our deliberate defiance of a holy God, "all have sinned" (Rom 3:23), severing the unique relationship that exists between the Creator and His creation. This spiritual estrangement gives rise to a grave repercussion: the wages of sin, culminating in death (Rom 6:23). In this dark situation, people find themselves trapped by God's justice and condemnation, facing the frightening reality of "eternal destruction" (2 Thes 1:9). Consequently, our profound need for redemption and restoration is underscored, as an intense yearning for hope and salvation is evoked within us by God.

Jesus fully bore the wrath and suffered the punishment sinners deserve

Motivated by His love for humanity, God created an extraordinary plan to save sinners through the sacrifice of His Son. Jesus, the human embodiment of the Eternal Son, lived the life we were unable to live (so that the righteous demands of the law could be satisfied in us) and willingly endured the death we rightfully deserved (shouldering all the penalties imposed by the law upon His people due to their transgressions) Out of immense love and compassion, God sent His Son as the ultimate sacrifice for sinners (1 John 4:10; John 6:37). Driven by His great mercy, Jesus was compelled to "give His life as a ransom for many" (Mark 10:45) and "rise again" from the dead (2 Corinthians 5:15) in order to secure salvation for them.

All who, by the grace of God, turn to Jesus alone in faith are forgiven

During humanity's struggle, God's grace offers a way out for those who, by grace, turn to Jesus in faith. If you confess your sins and recognize your need for Christ, take comfort in knowing that God has already started to build a life-changing, eternal relationship with you. As we answer the divine summons to "repent and believe the gospel" (Mark 1:15) we are joined to Christ who brings us into God's presence, where true joy is found (Psalm 16:11) and freedom from sin's captivity begins.

Abandon your self-righteousness and your sins, and embrace the righteousness of Christ as your protective covering, and His atoning blood as your redemption. Trust in Jesus alone for your salvation, placing all hope in His boundless mercy, and you can be assured that your sins are forgiven, and the gift of eternal life has been granted. In this divine embrace, the soul finds solace, healing, and the promise of an everlasting communion with its Creator.

[mcx7demonbros]

Papa mortuus est (The Boys x M!MC)

Warning. Mention of religion (Catholicism in this case). Natural death mention. Diavolo forced his will on reader. Season 4 spoilers.

Angst 💔

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“You have come.” You used the pact’s power to talk to the Avatar of Pride through telepathy as there were many others inside the room with you, but none saw him. It was the first time you used the pact’s power in more than 70 years.

“Do you know why I came here?”

“Yes, to tempt me for the last time. After all, Popes fall under your jurisdiction.”

“MC.” Lucifer said. “Do you know the state of my emotion right now? Anger, sadness, pain, feeling betrayed, despair, etc. everything negative is in here.” Pride pointed at his heart.

“I know I hurt you. I’m sorry.”

Lucifer didn’t reply, he began to channel his infernal power to tempt you one last time. However, he remembered your smiling image all those years ago and all the infernal power disappeared. He knew he couldn’t do it.

“MC.” Lucifer sat on your bed and held your wrinkled hand. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect. I should have stopped Diavolo.”

Pride still remembered that fateful day like it was just yesterday.

On that fateful day more than 70 years ago, the Pope before you died. While you, a good Catholic, were mourning for him, Diavolo had a disastrous idea, to make you the next Pope. It all started with Mephistopheles’s newspaper, announcing the death of the Pope and informing demons how the new Pope would be chosen. It turned out all baptized unmarried male Catholic could become the Pope, however, for hundred of years, Cardinals only elected one among themselves to be the next Pope. The future Demon King thought the idea would be beneficial to the exchange program.

Diavolo arranged to make it possible for you to go to Rome to attend the Pope’s funeral. He pulled the strings, false miracles happened that seemed to be done by your hands, a dove appeared and landed on your head right at the funeral, etc. . Most Cardinals believed you were God-chosen to be the next Pope, so after obtaining your name and entering the Conclave, they voted for you. The people also acclaimed you with happiness and joy.

With Solomon’s help, you escaped Rome and returned to the Devildom to confront Diavolo, only to receive “I will do anything to make my dream of peace between the three realms come true” as an answer. Lucifer and his Brothers, the Angels, Solomon, and even Barbatos voiced their objection, but to no avail. Diavolo was too strong, and he forced his will on them and you.

“I’ll make you and your f*cked up kingdom pay, Diavolo.” You shouted with teary eyes before leaving the Devildom with Raphael. The Archangel took you back to Rome. There, you accepted the election and the people’s acclamation. Henceforth, you were known as Pope [Papal Name].

And you proved Diavolo wrong…deadly wrong. As Pope, you utilized what you had learnt during the exchange program to wage war against the Devildom. The Celestial Realm also had your back. For 70 years, demons were shoved back to the kingdom of darkness where they came from and never dared to leave. As a result, the exchange program was cancelled. Luke, being your Guardian Angel, followed you. Simeon left to travel the world, as he had become a human. Solomon just vanished, you never found him again, maybe he was angry at you for destroying the witches and the Sorcerers’ Society during the war.

With no demons leaving the Devildom, its influence in the mortal realm greatly diminished. Celestial influence became greater, peace and order were restored in all corners of the world. And it was greatly thanks to you. The faithful called you “Pope [Papal Name] the Very Great”, “the Valiant Pontiff”, “Father of World Leaders”, “Champion of God”, “the Conqueror of Devildom”, etc., all of which you refused out of humility.

After more than 70 years on the Chair of St. Peter, you were now on your deathbed, surrounded by Cardinals, Bishops & Priests whom you viewed as your friends & children.

“What are you doing here, Lucifer?” Luke entered the room with a group of angels. Upon seeing the Avatar of Pride, he took out a Holy Sword and pointed it at the prideful demon. “Don’t ever think of taking MC to Hell in his last moment.”

“You really have grown up, Chihuahua.” Lucifer only took a quick glance at the young man with blond haired before him. Luke really had become an adult during the time serving you as Pope, he had become a seraphim Archangel with six pure white wings.

Pride’s attention soon turned back to you as he held your hand up and let it caress his face. The other angels prepared to take action but Luke stopped them. He also dropped his sword. He knew Pride had no intention to harm you.

“I’m sorry.” You told Lucifer one more time. “I never wanted things to become like this.” Your eyes had become teary.

“You have nothing to say sorry, Holy Father. You are a saint.” Your secretary said as he helped you wiped your tears away. It turned out you had said out loud in your old forgetfulness, instead of communicating by telepathy with Lucifer.

“I’m only a great sinner, not a saint, son-cough…cough…cough.”

“Holy Father!!!” The clergy around you intended to help but you gave a signal with your other hand that you didn’t need it.

“If time could be turned back,” you turned back to Lucifer and said to him by telepathy, “I wish I had never become an unwilling Pope who bore hatred towards Diavolo and Devildom, but an exchange students living with you seven at the House of Lamentation.”

After those words, you began to feel your ghost leaving your body.

“No, MC, stay with me. Don’t leave.”

“Father, please forgive my trespasses.” Your last tear dropped before you closed your eyes forever.

At the same time, Lucifer could feel the pact being broken with your death. The deep and affectionate connection between you two were…forever lost. He turned to a more loathing demon form letting out a painful growl, inaudible to human, but the angels heard it all.

Over the next minutes, the Cardinal Camerlengo performed the last rites on your body. He called your baptismal name three times, and after receiving no response, he announced, “Vere Papa mortuus est.” (The Pope is truly dead)

Lucifer was so sad that he sat by the side of your deceased body, refusing to leave. In the end, Luke and other angels had to carry him away so that your body could be taken away for washing and vesting.

It was the midnight before the funeral, the Basilica of St. Peter, where you were lying in state, closed it doors to pilgrims and other visitors. Some clergy came to check your body before resting, though some of the most intimate to you decided to stay awake all night to pray for you.

Your body was vested in traditional papal vestments in red color. On your head a golden mitre. Your hands were wearing red gloves and holding a crucifix with a rosary. For you feet, they put on a pair of red shoes with embroidered golden cross on each of them. Under your body was a red catafalque and you were surrounded by large beeswax candles. Your body was guarded by Swiss Guards. Luke also stood guarding beside your body.

No one, aside from Luke, noticed the shady figures entering the church and looking at your corpse.

“Aren’t ya a fashionista yourself, MC? Look at what ya wearing.” Mammon said and smiled. However, his smile soon became twisted and he began to cry.

Beside him, Belphie, leaning on Beel, closed his eyes and wanted to sleep, he wanted this to be just a dream. But he couldn’t, tears were flowing from his eyes. Beel wanted to cry to but he tried to stay strong for his twin. He embraced Belphie, trying to comfort him.

Levi was sitting down on the floor beside the catafalque and he cried even louder than Mammon. He kept mumbling “This must be a dream” or “The reunion should be a happy ending, not a sad one”.

Lucifer, Satan and Asmo were standing beside the catafalque. The latter two were crying, and Asmo leaned on Satan. Lucifer didn’t cry because he knew he had to stay strong for his brothers, and he no longer had any tear to cry as they were all dried up on days after your death and before this night.

Simeon was kneeling, praying facing the altar. One would think of a pious young man kneeling to pray seriously. However, his shoulders were shaking and tears sometimes escaped the corners of his eyes. After a while, he was joined by Solomon, who decided to pray the first time in more than 2000 years or so, only because of you.

Barbatos was standing in the corner, his expression unreadable. While Diavolo stood behind him, further in the darkness of the church. The Prince had to admit, he mistreated and failed your trust. He shouldn’t have forced you to do something you didn’t want. He had made it like your heart…your love…was nothing to his dream of peace…to his ambition. He didn’t foresee that you would fight against him so vehemently that you made his kingdom crippled. And even then, he refused to say sorry. It was one of the times he fell truly mad. You had sullied his pride. He told himself that you would be the one to say sorry first. But now he had no chance to say another word to you.

“I’m sorry, MC.”

Diavolo shoved aside his royal pride, got down on his knees and kneeled for a split second before leaving. He knew he had no eligibility to stand here.

[syllviere]

syllviere | masterlist

✰ Last Updated: Nov 17, 2024 | I crosspost to AO3

Crave (M) | WIP | 30k | AO3 | Playlist [one-shot. urban fantasy. vampire au. smut. angst. dark themes.] [part of the ruin universe] ↠ Min Yoongi has become a monster. Since the disease of The Ruin turned him into a vampire, the only thing he can survive on is blood. Most vampires have adapted, turning to synthetic blood substitutes to stay alive as those who've remained human have gone into hiding for safety. Unfortunately for Yoongi, all the blood he tries tastes terrible. That is, until he meets you. Now, he finally understands the meaning of the word bloodlust.

Moonlit and Spellbound (M) | WIP [witch yoongi x vampire reader. enemies to lovers. murder mystery. smut. angst. fast-paced. cliffhanger endings.] [99+ chapter serial with weekly updates.] ↠ As a vampire that's had to fight for everything, you consider it a mark of shame for the society to partner you on any mission with a spoiled, pretentious witch like Min Yoongi. But when members of the magic world start dropping like flies and the cause seems to lie in an ancient artifact bloodbound to the both of you, an unlikely alliance with your arrogant enemy may be the only thing keeping you from being marked dead instead.

To Look Within (M) | Chapters 01 02 03 | WIP | AO3 [series. producer yoongi. cheating au. angst.] [sequel to to be without] ↠ Strange to see the pieces laying there on the floor, so perfect when placed together save for the web of cracks along the surface.

Éffleurer (M) | Series Masterlist | WIP | Playlist [series. cfo seokjin. dom/sub relationship. office au. contemporary romance. smut. fluff. angst. dark themes.] ↠ There were always whispers in your office about what secrets Seokjin hid behind his clean image. Now, you knew at least one of them.

In a Sky Full of Stars (M) | WIP | 150k | Playlist [one shot. vampire namjoon x princess reader x dresnan jungkook. childhood friends to lovers. arranged marriage. love triangle. black reader. fantasy. smut. angst. dark themes.] ↠ Your country has been at war for decades; at its borders with the ice wyrms of Neburi Ilkys, and on the inside with the last vestiges of the Dresnans, a race unjustly massacred by your late father, the king. After abdicating the throne to your younger sister, you’ve served as general of the Adratan military with only one goal in mind: peace. Now you will serve Adrata yet again, betrothed in a gesture your sister hopes will restore your people’s shaken faith in the royal family. As one of the few surviving Dresnans, Jungkook is eager to prove that there can be love in your marriage and you’re willing to try for the sake of your people. The only obstacle is that you’re already in love with Namjoon, your childhood best friend and the current vampire king of Dasol.

Just a Cozy Bookshop AU (M) | WIP [series. writing the genre(s) would give away too much, just trust me, it's totally just a bookshop au. smut. fluff. fantasy.] ↠ Kim Namjoon, an entirely regular man meets you, an entirely regular woman, in the completely normal bookshop you own. A very normal romance between you follows. Assassin organizations, supernatural energies, sadistic cults, demonic entities, alternate dimensions, shapeshifting oracles, predatory vampires, disgusting amounts of firepower, and additional not-so-normal elements may or may not be included.

Eternium (M) | WIP | 30k | Playlist [one shot. hades hoseok x persephone reader. fantasy romance. marriage au. smut. fluff. dual perspectives.] ↠ Twenty years ago, you pretend-married a mysterious boy near the playground swings and never saw him again. Today, you've been dragged to hell to learn you played house with none other than Hades, elusive god of the underworld. However, it's news to both of you that your marriage is seen as valid in the eyes of the gods and now you only have six months to make an impossible choice: join him for the rest of your life as his queen or face the wrath of the entire pantheon.

✰ All works on this masterlist are © syllviere. ✰ All content intended for readers 18+. Minors, do not interact. ✰ Any unauthorized use, duplication, repost, translation, modification and/or continuation in any form of my fics is strictly prohibited. ✰The rpf is truly in name only. Enjoy as fictional entertainment and only that.

[scarlet-bee]

Hello world, my name is Lara Al-Sharafa

I am 20 years old, I am studying engineering in my third year at university, I decided to help my family and organize this campaign for me and for my family of 8 (me, my mother, my father and 5 daughters) I am from northern Gaza, now I am displaced with my family in a small tent in Al-Zawaida, we were displaced with only our clothes, without anything .....

In December, the occupation completely destroyed our house in and now we are homeless and without any possessions, it destroyed our memories, destroyed our dreams, destroyed our future, this house is what brought us together, and now we are scattered...

us together, and now we are scattered...

Please Help us...

We do not have a brother to help us support the family, and my father is sick and cannot do anything, and we do not have a source of income because my father worked daily, my sisters and I do everything, so I decided to support my family and organize this campaign ....

Now, I find myself in a situation where I must humbly ask for your support for me and my family, to provide them with food And clothes because our clothes are worn out, and getting the most basic necessities of life that the occupation has prevented us from.....

Every donation, no matter how small, will make a huge difference in helping us rebuild our lives and provide the necessities for my family. We are in a fragile situation, your support during these extremely difficult times will give us hope in the midst of despair. Your generosity will not only help us get food and the necessities of life again, but will also restore our faith in the kindness of humanity

https://chuffed.org/project/115246-helping-my-displaced-family-in-the-gaza-war

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #241 )✅️

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GazaVetters list (#241). Please share this campaign, and donate if you are able to. As Lara said, every donation helps, no matter how small.

[madnessofthespirits]

literally this belongs in the museum of pure images. every time i see this it's like pores cleansed brain chemistry balanced faith in humanity restored god is in his heaven and all is right in the world. if happy farmer diarmuid doesn't improve your day i don't know if anything can.

[albertfinch]

OCCUPYING OUR KINGDOM AUTHORITY   

God is preparing overcomers – confident, bold, brave, and mature children of God who understand their Christ identity and fully manifest His love and will upon the earth. But many Believers are not experiencing this overcoming, abundant life, but instead are deeply wearied and discouraged.

Following are the three simple steps out of darkness and despair to advance toward the victorious life of an overcomer.

First: SEEK, ASK, AND KNOCK

We must ask for and seek God's guidance and divine light – for if we ask, we shall receive! As we seek, we shall surely find, as surely as the sun rises in the morning.

"Then you will call upon Me and go and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart." - Jeremiah 29:12-13 God is faithful to His Word and generous beyond what anyone can imagine!

We must constantly seek to understand what God wants us to become -- His purpose for our life. 

"Matthew 7:8 AMP - "For everyone who keeps on asking receives; and he who keeps on seeking finds; and to him who keeps on knocking, the door will be opened."

What God has made us places upon us an obligation to fulfill the purpose for which we were formed.

The "sound" of our Christ calling should be nothing less than the driving force behind how we live our entire life.

"Now you belong to Him who was raised from the dead in order that we might be useful in the service of God." - Romans 7:4

Second: SEEK REVELATION OF HIS WORD

Genesis 1:26 - "Let Us make man in Our image, to be like Ourselves; let man have dominion....over all the earth."

It has always been the Lord's intent to have a "people" who would have dominion authority on the earth. The word "dominion" (Hebrew - radah) means to prevail, rule, reign, to tread down."

Through Jesus Christ we have been given authority over the enemy and all that he would try to come against us with. The word AUTHORITY means LEGAL OR RIGHTFUL POWER, A RIGHT TO COMMAND OR ACT. "Behold, I have given you authority to tread upon serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy; and nothing shall hurt you." - Luke 10:19

This holy hunger will drive us to seek the Lord on a much more increased level. Jesus states “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, uprightness, and right standing with God, shall be completely satisfied!" - Matthew 5:6 AMP

It is time for us to truly understand what Jesus has restored to us through the Cross, and step into the fullness of that relationship, and have a great impact in the earth. It is time for us to occupy our Kingdom authority so that we can occupy the earth and make it as it is in Heaven!

Third: CHRIST IS WISDOM

We must fully believe and act on the promise of James 1:5 (Amplified Bible): "If any of you is deficient in wisdom, let him ask of the giving God [Who gives] to everyone liberally and ungrudgingly, without reproaching or faultfinding, and it will be given him."

Asking is the key: we "have not" because we "ask not" (James 4:2). If you feel weary and discouraged, in need of wisdom and direction, simply ask for God's grace and guidance. As we seek His PURPOSE FOR OUR LIFE and not just the benefits of "His hand," we will find that the more we know Abba Father, the more we will steward the love He is depositing in our heart as we abide in Him as we go throughout the day.  

What does God require of us to obtain this wisdom? First we must have knowledge, then understanding (Proverbs 4:7) in order to be positioned in a place to receive wisdom.

The light and wisdom we seek from above are not to be found in human programs of education and psychology, or even in our common sense and good intentions, but only, exclusively, in the Person of Christ Jesus. "He has been made unto us wisdom." - 1 Corinthians 1:30. Indeed, "we have the mind of Christ" -1 Corinthians 2:16.

We create spiritual disorder when we insist upon our own plans and agendas and fail to embrace His.

"Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me." - Revelation 3:20

You have a promised land for your life. God's promises in His word are key to you entering into the vision that God will be giving you.

If you are in a desert God is ready to take you out! Time to move on from eating manna to bearing fruit that remains for God’s ever-advancing Kingdom.

ALBERT FINCH MINISTRY

[yesterdaywastheonlyeasyday]

To the ends of the Earth ..

On entering the Radio Maria Philippines HQ in Tarlac in central Luzon, I was greeted by the familiar image of Our Lady of Tihaljina on their logo and immediately knew the quality of their mission. The focus is almost entirely on prayer, both the Mass and Rosary broadcasts daily coupled with the prayer of the church and solid Catholic teaching.

Each Radio Maria station in the world has its own special role to play in bringing the Gospel to the people. Here the terrestrial coverage is limited to a few regions of the country but it struck me that it’s real potential was way beyond that.

We have reached a stage in human history where we can almost ‘proclaim the gospel to every creature’ by partnering with technology. The station is also available through internet and an App for IOS and Android smart phones and can be heard all over the world. This is particularly important for Filipinos because the work force is so mobile. More than 2 million are OFW’s (Overseas Foreign Workers) and are often employed in some of the most inhospitable countries where the faith is restricted or outlawed entirely but via Radio Maria they can now stay connected to their faith and join in unity with this huge praying community and in their own language.

Another enormous potential audience are the seafarers. Somewhere between 30-40% of the world’s seamen are Filipinos as Maritime schools have flourished here for many decades. It can be a lonely and isolated life spending months at sea without much to feed the soul, but now they can listen in and join together in prayer as they plough the ocean and sea roads.

Most of the funding comes from the pennies of the poor: parishes and school children filling tins with coins to keep the station running and volunteers provide most of the content as well. A class of school kids might be leading the Rosary on air today, a group of college students from another town tomorrow so it’s really a grassroots and providential undertaking.

Before I left, the station Director Fr. Raymund Cruz told me news that quickened my spirit even more. They are just starting a new station in one of the darkest corners of Europe…England.

In my mind’s eye, I could see the angels gearing up for this Marian invasion of my homeland. It’s almost a thousand years since the apparitions of Our Lady in Walsingham, at one time a shrine almost as popular as Jerusalem or Rome; such was the strength of faith and Marian devotion in those days. Perhaps the Mother of God is set to reclaim England which in ancient times was referred to as the ‘dowry of Mary’ How wonderful to live in such days of restoration!

To download the Radio Maria App to your phone go here to their website:- https://www.radiomaria.ph/

Mary's Garden (Walsingham Music Video) https://www.godtube.com/watch/?v=GDWKPNNX

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[newprophets]

What is the tree of life promised to the church in Ephesus

The Tree of Life: A Promise of Eternal Hope

In Revelation 2:7, Jesus delivers an extraordinary promise to the church in Ephesus: “To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the tree of life, which is in the midst of the paradise of God.” This verse carries a profound message, not just for the Ephesians but for all believers throughout time. The Tree of Life represents far more than a beautiful image—it’s a symbol of eternal hope, divine nourishment, and God’s ultimate plan for humanity.

The Historical and Spiritual Context of Ephesus

The church in Ephesus was located in a vibrant city, renowned for its cultural diversity and the famed Temple of Artemis. However, the same environment that brought economic prosperity also posed spiritual challenges. Surrounded by idolatry, false teachings, and moral decay, the Ephesian believers were commended by Christ for their perseverance and doctrinal vigilance. Yet, despite their outward faithfulness, they were rebuked for abandoning their “first love” (Revelation 2:4).

The promise of the Tree of Life was a call to return to this first love and a reminder of the eternal reward awaiting those who remain faithful. It served as a beacon of encouragement, urging the Ephesians to overcome the pressures of their surroundings and rekindle their passion for Christ.

What is the Tree of Life?

The Tree of Life first appears in Genesis, described as standing in the Garden of Eden alongside the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil (Genesis 2:9). It symbolized eternal life and divine communion, providing spiritual and physical sustenance for humanity. However, when Adam and Eve disobeyed God, they were expelled from Eden, and access to the Tree of Life was barred to prevent them from living eternally in a fallen state (Genesis 3:22-24).

In Revelation, the Tree of Life reappears in the “paradise of God,” representing the restoration of all things through Christ. It is described as bearing twelve kinds of fruit and having leaves that bring healing to the nations (Revelation 22:2). This imagery signifies the abundance, vitality, and peace of eternal life in God’s presence.

The Call to Overcome

“To him that overcometh” is a phrase repeated throughout the letters to the seven churches in Revelation. Overcoming doesn’t imply perfection or earning salvation; rather, it reflects steadfast faith and reliance on Christ’s victory. For the Ephesians, overcoming meant resisting spiritual complacency and rekindling their love for Christ despite the pressures of their environment.

For modern believers, the call to overcome remains the same. It involves persevering in faith, resisting the distractions and temptations of the world, and holding fast to the hope of God’s promises.

Practical Lessons for Believers Today

The promise of the Tree of Life offers timeless lessons for Christians facing trials and challenges in their faith journey

Return to Your First Love The Ephesians were rebuked for losing their passion for Christ. Believers today must regularly evaluate their relationship with God, ensuring their faith remains vibrant and heartfelt.

Stay Rooted in God’s Word Just as the Tree of Life symbolizes divine nourishment, believers must draw strength from Scripture. Regular Bible study and prayer are essential for spiritual vitality.

Persevere Through Trials Overcoming requires endurance. Life’s challenges often test our faith, but they also refine and strengthen it. The promise of eternal life encourages believers to remain steadfast.

Live with Eternity in Mind The Tree of Life reminds us that our ultimate goal is eternal communion with God. This perspective helps us prioritize spiritual growth over worldly distractions.

The Tree of Life: A Symbol of Hope

For the Ephesians, the promise of the Tree of Life was a source of hope amid trials. It reminded them that their struggles were temporary and that eternal joy awaited those who remained faithful. Today, this promise continues to inspire hope for believers, pointing to a future where sin, suffering, and death are no more.

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[valentinahogdahlholm]

Burning icon//Brinnande ikon

Outlines softened by movement, No longer lovely lips to worship as the truth's golden place of heritage. Burning red racks through blue shroud, blu skin, Holy image.

Holy landscape burns and from the ashes rise reality, Mary's blue robes to Lilth's red. And the final notes of psalms hang in the air, Limits softened, Everything is relative, And the only you god you have is the one that meets your eye in the golden halo you crowned me with. You call it a miracle, And I, I call it cold metal. Evolutionism meets your creationism. I call you a blind cynisict and ignorant idealist in the same breat. And the mind you called the golden truth's carrier is innocently "cute".

While you declare the words I rose from fiction, You who in the same prayer paints my image as an icon, Layer upon layer of Lapis Lazuli over ocher skin. Do you not see how they are worshipped, Your words and prayers golden truths, Missionary work for your own concience, When you see your self in the goldening metal of the halo. A young, blond god kisses my lips.

Prays for them, To fill my lungs with prayer, Disregarding, Burning blood, Warm skin, Beating heart.

Praying to golden images with words that have become mechanical, Taught, automatic movement you call life. Blind for blood from the thorned crown you call halo. To dring for your blesing. Sea foam on rising oceans in the grip of your tounge. The blank stare only a surface where you meet Narcisissus' greedy gaze, Ignoring the dephts behind it. Allowing your encounter.

My skin, your hands' goldening grip, Still in a silent scream, Whose blessed breaths you swallow, Without hearing the mechanic sounds. The red dye, breaking through skin that was oceanblue. Trace of the pigment in every movement, every word. Falling from the lips that declare prophecies. But with a fallen halo becomes the site of heritage for falseness. Nothing foreheadkisses can cure.

Despite your relentless tries. Realism's cold words fall on deaf ears in favour of romantic myths, Holy ink and pigment, Golden truths, filled with the creatures of minds, Beautiful myths,

Faces of angels, whose eyes you see yourself in, Made gold by your truth. Face like angels, eyes your mirror, golden under your touch. An innocent smile for relics in your hand. The selfless gift of saints.

Burned when redshot around blue irises. Try to restore with prayers spoken on lips, Worshipping the ignorance of innocence, Whose traces you swear you see in my face.

Save the angelportrait, fron the red hand of sin. Perception of the world collapses under the movement of blood against my cold skin. Burning red when words echoed on the outline of Stockholm. Back of steel, voice of stone, words of lead.

Desperate attempts to erase, Write it all over again. Holy book perserved to pray to Though the binding falls to peices under my back of steel, tone of stone, words of lead. My lungs emptied of prayers and mantras with a simple breath, Pages blown to the wind,

Precisely why I could never be, Your saint, Your angel, Your god, All too human for your fantasy, Orthodox faith in books of worship. Too substantial for holy immateriality, Icon to golden cattle,

Dammned to the lands of false gods, Through words so human they are blasphemous. For who will pray to something real? My name covered by the dark cloak of histroy, Hidden apocryphal about a fallen angel, fallen icon, false god.

Ripped from the sacred book you dedicated to me, My portrait's mirror. Truths golden tounge is cut, And becomes a prophecy to pray for the portrait you still worship. Wish to come alive in someone else, Who will breathe in, your lips holy words.

//

Konturerna mjuknar av rörelsen,

Inte längre vackra läppar att helga som sanningens gyllene hemviste.

Brinnande röda sprickor genom den blåa skruden, blåa huden, helgade porträttet,

Det heliga landskapet faller samman till verklighetens inferno,

Marias blåa skrud byts mot Liliths röda.

Och psalmernas sista toner ekar ut.

Gränserna flyter ut,

Allt är relativt,

Och den enda gud du har är det jag som du såg stirra tillbaka på dig i glorian du krönte mig meds förgyllda yta.  

Du kallar det mirakel,

Och jag det kall metall,

Evolutionisten möter din kreationism.

Jag kallar dig förblindad cyniker och ignorant idealist i samma andetag.

Och du kallar det sinne du utropade till den gyllene sanningens bärare för oskuldsfullt gulligt.

Medan du deklarerar de ord ur vilka jag föddes ur för fiktiva,

Du som i samma bön målar min ikonbild,

Lager på lager av Lapis Lazuli över ockrahud.

Och du ser inte hur de dyrkas,

Dina ord och dina böner blir gyllene sanningar,

Missionärsarbete för ditt egna samvete,

När du speglar dig i glorians förgyllande metall.

En ung blond gud som kysser mina läppar,

Ber för dem,

För att fylla lungorna med dina välsignelser.

Känner inte av

Brinnande blod,

Varm hud,

Slående hjärta,

Tillber förgyllda bilder med ord som blivit mekaniska,

 Inlärda, automatiska rörelser du kallar för liv.

Blind för blodet från törnekronan du kallar gloria,

Det du skulle supa för din välsignelse.

Havsskum i stigande havsytor i din tungas grepp.

Den blanka fasaden endast en yta där du möter Narcissus giriga blick,

Ignorerar det djupa mörker som döljer sig däri,

Tillåter ditt möte.

Min hud, dina händers förgyllande grepp,

Stelnad i ett tyst skri,

Vars välsignade andning du sväljer,

Utan att höra dess mekaniska klang.

Den röda färgen bryter genom den hud som varit azurblå.

Spåret av pigmentet i varje rörelse, varje ord,

Som faller från läpparna som var profetiornas förmedlare.

Men som med fallen gloria blir falskhetens fäste,

Inget pannkyssar kan kurera,

Trots dina obotliga försök.

Realismens kalla ord faller på döva öron till de romantiska myternas förmån,

Dyrkade bläck och pigment.

Förgyllda sägner fyllda med fantasins alster,

Mytologins sköna varelser,

Ansikten som änglar, vars ögon du speglar dig i, förgyllda av din beröring.

Ett oskuldsfullt leende mot de reliker du håller i dina händer,

Helgonets självfrånvända gåva,

Som du bränner när du ser röda blodkärl kring blåa irisar.

Porträttet du söker återställa med bönerna talade mot läpparna,

Som dyrkar oskuldens ignorans,

Vars spår du säger att du finner i mitt ansikte.

Rädda helgonbilden från syndens röda hand.

Världsbilden faller samman med blodets rörelse under min kylda hy,

Som kokade röd när de yttrade orden ekade över Stockholmsfasaderna,

Rygg av stål, stämma av sten, ord av bly.

Som du desperat försöker sudda,

Skriva över,

Skriva om.

Din heliga bok bevaras för att tillbes.

Trots att bindningen faller samman med min rygg av stål, ton av sten, ord av bly,

Mina lungor som töms på böner och mantran med en enkel utandning,

Sidorna sprids för vinden.

Precis varför jag aldrig kunde vara

Ditt helgon,

Din ängel,

Din gud,

Allt för mänsklig för att rymmas i din fantasis sägner,

Med sin ortodoxa tro på din dyrkade bok,

För verkligt konkret för att rymmas i dess heliga immaterialitet.

Ikon till gyllene kalv,

Fördömd till falska gudars land,

Genom ord så mänskliga att de blir blasfemi.

För vem vill dyrka något verkligt?

Mitt namn täcks av historians mörka mantel,

Glömd apokryf om en fallen ängel, avhelgad ikon, falsk gud.

Rivs ut ur den sakrala boken du dedikerade mig.

Mitt porträtts spegel.

Sanningens gyllene tunga klipps,

Och blir en profetia att be om till det porträtt du ännu dyrkar.

Önskar ska komma till liv i någon annan,  

Som ska andas in dina läppars helgade, helgande böner.

Ty jag var allt för verklig för att leva i din heliga, helgade fantasi.

Blaze

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