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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years ago

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Every Other Weekend, In the Beginning

Summary: You and Jack instantly connect

Pairings: Jack O’Malley X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, pull out, squirting, unexpected pregnancy, mentions of an abortion, sweet!Jack, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.8K

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A/N: so I got an ask about Jack and reader in the beginning, and this was originally going to be a drabble...but it didn’t turn out to be. These two are something else, but at least it gives you an insight as to what they’re fighting for, and their sweetest stage of the beginning of the relationship.

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

You take a sip of your beer as your eyes roam the bar, dumped again by a jerk who wasn’t worth your time, but now here you sit on a Friday night with your best friend TJ scoping out the bar, “Why are we here?” You whine looking up at him.

“You said you wanted to get laid.”

“Did not,” before you can even pout, TJ covers your face with his hand. Already spotting a man he had been eyeing again.

“Being seen with you is not helping my game.”

“Fine, then leave me,” he turns, looking at you, narrowing his eyes, and starts shaking his head. “We came here for me to find someone as desperate as me to have sex, and go on about our lives, but now you’re eye fucking some hot man at the bar.”

“Guilt tripping?”

“Yep,” you answer, popping the p. “Find me a man.”

“That one,” he points out quickly, and you turn to glare at him. He wasn’t your type at all. “Are you looking to get fucked or looking to get married?”

“Why not both?”

“No!” He playfully bonks you on the head. “You don’t marry the first guy you see at a bar.”

“I’m not interested in the first guy. Find me another,” you look back at the bar to see the man you actually were sizing up. He was just your type. A bit rugged, drank beer, boots, leather, and one that kept looking back at you. Confused as to why you were checking him out when you clearly had a man with you.

“Fine, then why don’t you go talk to Mr. Mysterious and his giant friend.”

“I am not interested in the giant friend.”

“No, you’re interested in a man that looks like he has ten layers on,” you give him a whack to his arm, but look the man up and down again. You couldn’t see, but it looked like he had a cute ass. He gives a stretch, and another look over at you before his friend and him go over to the pool tables. “Don’t look at his ass.”

“A good ass is the way to my heart,” you respond, lifting up off your chair, and yes, a perfectly rounded tush. “I want that.”

“Go get that. One night,” getting in front of you, TJ puts both hands on your shoulder, “I know you. One night.”

“Or…”

“No! Down girl. One night.”

“I was going to say, all night, next morning, and all weekend,” he rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “TJ, you’re killing my game.”

“This…this is your problem. One night turns into you doing sweet things for them. Leaving your little crumbs that you were with them. I swear you wipe your pussy juice on their shit, because they can’t get enough of you. That or you're a freaky thing in bed, and quite frankly I don’t want to know which is correct. But then they chase you around, and you love it, but when you give them nothing in return, they retreat, and you chase, but it’s not fun for you, and your texting and calls happen less frequently until they break up with you.”

“Are you writing a book on my dating?” Slapping his hand on his face, he pulls it down. “That is not…no, I don’t do that. I don’t wipe my pussy juice on anything.”

“They become obsessed with you, until they don’t. Explain.”

“I would say that you could sleep with me, and find out, but I’m not your type,” you start walking away and over to the man with his giant friend.

“I tried! The thought of touching that made me vomit.”

“Shh,” you whisper as you get closer. Grabbing up a pool cue, and playing the dumb girl. TJ groans, because he’s seen this a few times as well. He sits down at the bar, ordering another drink for him, and a beer for you.

Just like clockwork, you pick out a cue, but somehow a few fall to the ground, “I’m sorry,” your whiney voice. He wasn’t going to fall for it. Even Daphne the bartender snickers watching the show. She’s seen it, too. “Oh,” you stop standing up as the man you had been ogling for an hour comes to your rescue. “Thank you. I’m such a clutz,” standing up you get to finally see his eyes, and he was exactly your type.

Bright, and almost innocent looking. “It’s okay. You play?”

“Yes,” TJ and Daphne answer together, but of course you shake your head no.

“I don’t even know how to stack the balls,” another play. Say things that could possibly turn into a crude twelve year old boy joke, make them sweat, while they try to be as polite as possible.

“Why hasn’t your boyfriend taught you?”

“Boyfriend?” You give him a smile, and look over at TJ, “That is my best friend. He’s gay. While he might be someone who I would go after, he’s been looking at that man right there,” thankfully you always knew when to help TJ out. Giving him the go ahead to leave you be.

“You wanna play with us?” Jack grabs a stick, and places it in your hand, “Seems you’re losing your best friend.”

“Will you teach me?” Daphne doesn’t even pop the top of your beer. You were in your zone. Jack timidly grabs your hand, and leads you to the table him and his friend were playing at. Introducing him as Callum, and nervously realizing he never got your name.

It’s easy to pretend you didn’t know what you were doing when Jack actually did know how to play. Jack wasn’t a dummy, though. He had caught you a few times slightly shaking your head at the plays that Cal had made. Well, if you wanted him close to you, he was going to make sure that you got what you wanted.

Leaning over your body completely, and holding your hand, every time it was your turn. His mouth was right at your neck as he whispers directions on what to do. His front was pressed completely to your back, and you could feel what he was hiding under those loose clothes. His arms were huge, and you had a desire to have them wrapped around your neck, or even ripping your legs apart.

Jack chuckles behind your ear, as his lips brush against your heated and tingly skin. You arch your back, and push your ass more into him, and he softly moans in your ear, “What’s wrong, Jack?”

“Nothing. Just,” his voice was silky, and the way he was speaking made a flood of slick rush to your core.

“How much have you had to drink?”

“Just a beer, why?”

You peek back at him after you hit the cue ball yourself. His eyes were just as black as your own. You were adults, and there was no need to deny your urges. “You could drive us to your place?”

“Yep,” he says quickly, standing up and looking at Callum, “I’m calling it a night,” he raises his eyebrows, while Cal looks between the two of you. His shoulders falling.

“We’re not finished yet.”

“Yeah, well, I’m tired. I’ll call you sometime tomorrow,” Cal watches as Jack pulls you towards the door, but TJ bolts to the exit, and stands there. “What?”

“I need an address. Real one. What is it that you do? I know karate, and know how to use a gun.”

Jack gives him his address, and pulls out his wallet. His ID shares the same address as he told TJ, and even shows his police badge, “There’s the badge number. You’re killing the mood.”

“As long as you’re not killing her, I really don’t care,” you can’t help but giggle at your overprotective bestie. Following Jack out to his car.

“How far away?”

“Ten minutes,” you give him a pout, but Jack reaches over, and lays your seat down a bit.

“What are you doing?” You squeak out.

“Since I’m so far away, how about you let me play with your pussy.”

“Oh!”

“I’m sorry…is this where this was going? If I misread all this, I am,” you unbutton your jeans, and slide your hand down your front, pulling it out to show Jack just how soaked you were, “How does it taste?”

Slipping your fingers in your mouth, you moan at your taste, “Good enough for me,” his hands dip under your pants, and for a man that had only just met you, he seemed to know what you liked. Teasing at your clit. Giving enough stimulation, but never too much. He didn’t want you to cum on his fingers, he selfishly only wanted his dick to feel you clench around him.

Both of you knew this was just a one night deal. You were aware that this wasn’t serious, but you enjoyed it. Your body rocks with his ministrations as he pulls into his garage. You looked almost too pretty like this to even want to get out of the car, until he finally pushes two fingers into your neglected hole. Pumping them in and out of you, and you were sensitive. Whimpering out his name, and your walls start to flutter. God, he hoped this wasn’t a quick encounter.

Grabbing at his hand, you pull him out of your pants, and bring his fingers to your mouth. Sucking off your arousal, before smiling at him, “I think you have something better than your fingers, huh?” Looking down at his jeans, he readjusts himself again, but he couldn’t hide how hard he was. “Show me the bedroom.”

Jack struggles to find the door handle, and helps you out. Your mouth slams onto his, while he walks backwards into his house. Pushing aside any item that was out of place with his foot, before the two of you were dropping onto the bed. Becoming a mess of sloppy kisses, wandering hands, and flying clothes until he was crawling over you.

Settling himself in between your thighs, and pushing them further apart with his legs. His tip runs up and down your slit as he gathers your slippery juices on his cock. One night stands were rarely this personable. He was staring only at you as he slowly enters into your wet heat. His cock stretched you out beautifully. He was thick, his mushroom tip guiding him deeper, and you could feel every ridge and vein on his cock as they sunk into your pussy.

It was like he was made for you, because he hit every spot inside of you. Picking up your hands he holds them over your head as he bottoms out. You let out a desperate moan, wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him even closer, “Can’t get enough of me, huh?”

“I want to feel your entire weight on me,” he lets go of your hands, and holds himself up with his forearms. Slowly pulling himself out completely, before he drills back into you. Making you yip as his tip grazes your cervix. Leaning down he gives you a filthy kiss while his thrusts become harder. His speed picks up, but still he wants to take time with you. Watching every change your face makes as you slip into pure unadulterated pleasure.

Fingers grip tight to his back as your jaw goes slack, letting him feel every heated breath coming out of you. You scream out his name as your walls clench down tight around him. His hips push him deeper into your weeping cunt, until the dam breaks, and you gush on him. Throwing your head back as a deep guttural moan releases from the both of you. You don’t want him to pull out, but you know you should.

He pulls out and barely makes it with his spunk coating your mound, and he lays his forehead on yours, panting. “You want me to call a cab?”

“Shh,” he whispers. “Shh, just…shh,” Jack doesn’t want you going anywhere. He wants to keep you here all night. “When I get horny again, can…”

“Please?” He chuckles at your answer, and leans back to look at you. His calloused fingers pet over your face.

“Where did you come from?”

“The bar.”

“Well, how about you stay here tonight,” he pulls himself off of you, and his naked ass walks into the bathroom, and you still think he has the cutest tush. Coming back with a cloth where he cleans himself off you. “And when one of us gets horny, just, have at it?”

“Just for tonight?”

“You want to make this a regular thing, Sharkie?” You curl your nose up looking at him. “What? You want me to believe you didn’t actually know how to play pool? Even the bartender was laughing at you. You gonna play me and leave, Pool Sharkie?”

“Never.”

Callum follows Jack out to his car, and gets in, and immediately starts laughing, “What?” He asks as Callum lifts up a pair of your panties, “Yeah, about that…I have no explanation.”

“You see her every night?”

“When you get to spend most of the night fucking, yeah. Yeah, she can come over whenever she wants to.”

“And you go see her?” He asks, holding your lacy underwear up with two fingers before Jack swipes them from him, tucking them safely in his pocket.

“TJ prefers her to be here at my place. He says we're loud,” Callum slaps at his partner's shoulder laughing. “What?”

“You’re falling for the girl.”

“I’m falling for her pussy.”

“You’ve been drunk fucking her.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jack scowls looking at Callum, who shrugs his shoulders. “No, spill it.”

“I’m sure Mrs. O’Malley would love to hear that her alter boy was fucking a townie every night. Unprotected?”

“Man, shut up. I pull out.”

You pace around the bathroom, while TJ just stares at the test. Waiting for anything to change, “Have you ever heard of condoms?”

“Yes, Teej. Things just…happened. He pulls out.”

“Yeah, well, your lack of a period is proving that’s a bad idea. Like…when was your last one?” You give him a shrug the last couple of months were a blur. “Seriously?”

“I’ve had at least one. Never had someone who wanted to have sex during my period either. If you could do it, I would highly suggest it.”

“Does he even take you out?” You give him a little swat on his arm. TJ knew that Jack took you out, you just didn’t stay out long. “Honey,” he looks down at the test and then back at you. “You and Jack need to have a talk.”

“Shut up. Shut up,” picking up the test, you throw it into the trash, and reach for another one. “I’m going to test again. That one was a lie.”

“And if that one is positive?”

“Then I’ll test until it’s negative.”

“That’ll be a few months, honey,” you scream, as you sit down on the toilet, letting your head rest in your hands. “It’s not that big of a deal. If you don’t want to say anything to Jack, we’ll go to a clinic. He never has to know.”

“I would know,” you look back up at him, and TJ squats down, “You know, all these failed relationships…I never…never mind.”

“Tell me. Because, I already know. You were reckless with sleeping with men. You get tested regularly to make sure you’re safe, but after a few months of sleeping with people you never cared if they came in you. You wouldn’t care if they left you if you were pregnant, because you wanted to be a mom. Those tests under your sink aren't because you’re scared, they’re in hopes of an actual positive test, and now that one is, you’re wondering if Jack is going to leave you or stay.”

“I hate you,” you pull him close to you, and rest your chin on his shoulder. “I could do it, you know? Be a single parent, I could do it.”

“I know. You just don’t want to. You want that nucleus family. If he doesn’t want the baby…I’ll be a good uncle,” you hiccup through your tears, clinging to him more. “I’ll take you to your appointments, because I know you want a baby. You want a child, so just…talk to Jack. You actually talk right? Or is it just moaning?”

“Yes, we talk. He loves Italian food.”

“Wow. I’m glad you know so much about your baby daddy.”

“So…you’re sure, sure?” You nod your head as you look at Jack go through all the emotions. “And where…what…I wanna give you the choice. This is your decision. It won’t affect me,” your eyes go wide at him, and you start to stand, pissed off at the audacity, “I mean, you’re the one that changes. Not me. You’re the one that has to deal with the strain and taking off work.”

“Do you want to be a part of the baby’s life?”

“Yes. But,” his hand goes behind his neck, and he ruffles his hair, grimacing at you. “I can’t tell my mom.”

“What?” This was all very confusing that he couldn’t tell his mom. He was a grown man, and eventually whether he told her or not, you would show that you were pregnant. If he wanted to be apart of the baby’s life, eventually his family would see you.

“She would die if she knew I was having sex without a ring on my hand. She’ll want this traditional husband and wife when it comes to children, and I can’t…I don’t want to do that to her.”

“What are you suggesting? Me turning up after the baby is born?”

“No. It’s crazy…it just is. I’m not suggesting anything,” he can’t even look at you while he talks. But it’s like nonsense over and over again. “I mean, eventually I’d like to think we got there, but to suggest it now, seems dumb. But I want to be in the baby’s life and yours. And I don’t want the baby to be the family secret and…it’ll happen sooner or later, so why not sooner.”

“What are you asking?”

“It’s crazy, so don’t freak out, but…we should get married,” you stare at him stunned, because this wasn’t at all where you thought he was taking this conversation. Never believed he would try to commit that much. There was a baby, and now there was a proposal of sorts. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“If we’re married you would…I mean your parents wouldn't freak out about the baby?”

“Alter boy,” he points at himself. “Ma thinks I’m still her perfect son.”

“So you don’t want to tell her that two people who have known each other for a little over two months that they can’t be in the same room long without fucking or sucking, and now I’m pregnant, but you’ll be okay with telling her we’re married?” It was crazy, but at the same time, you wanted to give it a try, and that made you feel even crazier.

You and Jack had shared a quick relationship, and one built mostly on sex, but it felt right. The moment he entered into you, you felt like he was your future. You tried to make the others work, knowing it never would, but Jack was different. “Okay. This is stupid, but let’s do it. We’ll get married. No wedding. Just…married. Maybe a wedding later, if we make it.”

“When we make it.”

“When,” you add in.

You slide into the booth, waiting on Jack as well, as you have a nice dinner with Cal and TJ. You were beginning to get uncomfortable and stretched because your growing boy was just getting so big. Jack seemed a bit distant and removed from the pregnancy, and you didn’t know what to make of it.

“You know, I never saw this one with kids,” Callum hums, holding his beer towards Jack. “He’s surprised me.”

“I always knew she was going to become a mom. She wanted it,” you wince, but smile over at TJ, “Everything okay?”

“He’s just moving a lot.”

“I can never feel him,” Jack awkwardly laughs. “I try, but I haven’t ever felt him. TJ has of course,” this was what was bothering him. You pick up your cup, and take a big drink. Waiting on Finn to start rolling around. Pressing your hand on your swollen stomach, and hoping to coax him out of hiding so his daddy could feel him.

Just when you see him push out your stomach, you grab Jack’s hand, and he waits. Getting a bit miffed, until Finn kicks right under his palm. Jack gasps as he looks up at you. Feeling around your stomach for his moving son. “That’s him.”

“It is,” you smile, tears springing in your eyes. For the first time Jack looked so proud of his son. “That’s your son, daddy.”

“Oh,” he moves his hand around, continuing to feel him. “Finn, I have waited months to feel you. It’s like you're really here now.”

“They’re so cute,” TJ whispers up at Cal. “You think they’ll make it,” he didn’t have to be too quiet, because you and Jack were lost in a bubble all on your own. He was so handsome, smiling at your moving boy.

“I think they could. Marriage is hard work though. And they got married quickly, so as not to make their timeline for conception too confusing. But look at him,” Jack leans in to give you a bruising kiss, but keeps his hand on your stomach, a place that it hardly ever left the moment he felt Finn kick. “I’ve known him for a long time, he’s never been happier.”

“Same. I’ve been her bestie since middle school. She pretended to be my girlfriend for a few years. She’s a loyal one. But for whatever reason, that man makes her happy. And apparently, nobody does it better than him.”

“I figured. I’ve found a few panties.”

“She leaves them for him,” Cal looks over at TJ, raising his brow, “Just a reminder of what he gets to come home to. By the way, you need a roommate? Mine got knocked up, married, and left me.”

“Hmm, yeah. I could move in. As long as you don’t mind women coming home with me.”

“I got used to men coming home with her,” Callum holds up a fist, which TJ awkwardly bumps. Looking back at you, before he slaps the table, “Alright, we came here to eat. I don’t want to vomit beforehand. We get it, Finn is precious and sweet. But the pregnant woman needs to eat. No pregnancy sex before dinner.”

“You ruin all the fun,” Jack groans, readjusting his pants, and then pulling you closer. Letting his hand rest on your belly, while he feels his son growing. “But I should feed you. You get angry without food.”

“So do you,” you knock your shoulder into him, before resting a hand over his. It felt right. Like even though you and Jack had rushed into this, it felt like you could do it. Like there wasn’t anything in the world that could stop the two of you. Plus, good sex. But the more time you spent with Jack, the more you grew to love him. And you were doing it together.

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winterfrostlovetriangle · 2 years ago

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Well, damn...

TJ Hammond invented bisexuality

#sebastian stan #tj hammon #HOT #bi

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realtjhammond · 2 years ago

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Online~

//online, but may be slow at replies. Gonna try to get all my work done so I can try and get some sleep. But we shall see..

#tj hammoned rp #mun speaks #online

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khaleesilittlesiren · 2 years ago

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You Know Me Like No One Ever Has

Hello! This is Chapter 1 of my Andy Barber and TJ Hammond Series. No I have not come up with a better title yet, but oh well. Please interact as much as you can with this! Thank you Bunnies, I Love you!

Warnings: Slight Daddy Kink, mention of self harm, drugs, and drug addiction, Andy Barber (he is a warning), slight voice, praise, hand and size kink. If I missed anything else please let me know, I haven't done many warnings before.

Word count: 1,632

Chapter 1.

TJ was sitting at a night club trying to pick up his next distraction. He knew he shouldn’t have been there due to his deal with his brother on staying clean. But today had been harder than usual. Mom is still trying to run for president again and it is already taking a toll on the family. FUCK THIS. He had to stop thinking. Like the program said don’t dwell on things, and find a healthy distraction. Cardio is a healthy distraction isn’t it? Especially in the form of dick. So, turning his brain off, TJ started scanning the crowd for someone to forget with.

The first to catch his eye is a blonde, tall and Dorito shaped man. He had big hands, an important quality, and was jacked to all shit, with at least 6ft in height. Then a sexy brunette with a smilier build, claims blonde with straddling and a lot of tongue. TJ considered going over and asked if they needed a toy to play with for the night, but didn’t feel like he could handle going as sub as he would with two doms.

TJ broke the view that he was jealous of, and continued his scan for a more free distraction. He liked coming here because this establishment held an older clientele. TJ liked older men because they wouldn’t see him has a high school crush. But instead as someone they could take care of. Be sweet on him and dominate the fuck out of him. Also he might have a “small" (ginormous) daddy kink, but what else is a new.

TJ spots a gorgeous man. A gorgeous fucking man. Similar to the Dorito and the brunette. A thick chestnut beard graces his beautiful face and matches his full luscious head of hair. He is wearing a dark blue (well fitted) Italian, expensive suit, that made his blue globes glow. He was sitting there at the end of the bar nursing a scotch. He is the definition of TJ’s type.

TJ gets up from his place at the opposite end of the bar, leaving the girl who was trying to change his taste in wine obviously waisting her breath. TJ strutted over in his black jeans, boots, Nirvana t-shirt and leather jacket. He approached tall dark and handsome, and indicated to the chair next to him.

“Is this seat taken?”

The man looked him up and down not trying to to hide is obvious wandering eyes, this action brought a shy smile and heat up to TJ’s cheeks. Being this close too gorgeous, TJ was able to see the hint of age on his face along with the sprinkle of grey in his beard. A smirk graced his face as he replied.

“No. The seats all yours hon’.” The man responded breaking TJ out of his trance. TJ sat down ordering just a water trying to clear his mind from the haze he was just in. When the bartender brought the water TJ took a large sip, making it easier to focus.

“My name is TJ. What is yours?”

“Andy”. The man, Andy, gave him a warm smile, brining the heat back to his face. Andy finished his drink, then turned back to TJ, clearly checking him out again. TJ got nervous under Andy’s intense stare. He continued looking at him and TJ got nervous thinking Andy knew who he was. Andy looked up into his eyes and gave him a sad smile. Fuck.

“Hammond. Hammond, is your last name right? Mine is Barber. Your family has used me a couple of times before. Most recently for getting rid of some medical records regarding you this last December.”

Barber. Andy mother fucking Barber. One of the best lawyers in the country. TJ looked at Andy one last time and decided that last comment was his hint that Andy no longer wished to continue the conversation. Its not like someone as successful as Andy Barber would want anything to do with a broken messed up person like TJ. TJ started to get up from his chair wondering if his drug dealer was still available, or where the knife in his apartment was. But he was stopped when Andy grabbed his arm.

“Where are you going Sugar?”

TJ looked up at him surprised.

“I thought that was you way of telling me that you didn’t want to talk to me anymore.”

TJ flinched at his own words hating the insecurity that flowed through them.

“No Sugar. I just wanted to get that formal information out of the way. Let’s start again. Hi, my name is Andy, what is your name, Cutie?”

Andy gave him a more playful smile, which made TJ return a shy one in return.

“TJ”

“Well TJ how is your night goin?”

TJ shook his head and chuckled at him.

“It has turned out very interesting. How is yours going?”

“My night is getting progressively better.” Andy replied with a suggestive smile.

Andy ordered another drink and they finished their drinks in silence. Andy stands up and leans in close to TJ trapping him against the bar and blocking TJ’s view to the rest of the bar with his height and broad shoulders. With him being this close TJ can smell Andy’s cologne getting hints of pine forests and scotch. This smell triggered the subby part of TJ’s brain to become active suddenly. TJ becomes very pliant in the chair and lets Andy tower over him and trap him in. Andy starts to lean in and TJ bares his neck submissively. Andy chuckles under his breath, and TJ swears he heard a faint whisper of “Good Boy” from the older man’s lips.

“What are you doing tomorrow night, Sugar?”

Fuck this man and his nicknames are going to be the death of him. Andy moves away to look TJ in the face and all the breath is stolen from TJ’s lungs. Captivated by Andy’s eyes, that he is close enough to see the green splatters in the blue ocean. TJ’s eyes lower down to see the plump lips that look way to bare for TJ’s liking. Startles, TJ jumps when he feels Andy fingers under his chin to raise his gaze up to meet his eyes. TJ can see the ghost of a smirk on Andy’s face by the crows feet near the corners of his eyes. Andy looks like he is expecting something from TJ. A question. Andy asked TJ a question, but fuck what was the question. TJ tries to rack his brain but it just comes up blank.

“Could you please repeat the question?” Daddy. Is what TJ had to bite his tongue from saying.

“Oh doll. Did you just forget the question because I just barely touched you?”

TJ tried to find an excuse other then the fact that he forgot the question because all he could think about was how beautiful Andy’s eyes were and how good his touch felt under his chin. He hadn’t been touched this tenderly in a very long time he realized.

The only excuse he could find was “The music is very loud in here, I just want to make sure that I answer your question correctly.”

This was an obvious lie the music club isn’t that bad for a night club very easy to have a conversation in. Andy obviously knows that TJ is lying by the chuckle he gives TJ.

Andy just looks down soundly at the younger man with a slight tilt of his head. “I asked you, what are you doin tomorrow night, Sugar?”

Oh yes. “I don’t have anything going on.” TJ finally was able to answer.

“Well now you do. Meet me at the corner of 4th and Rood. You know where that is, Baby Doll?”

TJ nods his head clenching around nothing at Andy’s voice and choice of words.

“Good.”

A simple statement that TJ wished Any would have ended with “boy”, but whatever.

“Here is my number,” Andy reached across to his side and grabbed a napkin, writing his number on it.

Andy went back completely in front of TJ and looked him straight into the eyes. Andy with his “subtle” checking out looked TJ up and down again, like he was a piece of meat that he wanted to devour. Andy leaned down and kissed TJ on the cheek. Fuck his lips are soft. NO HAMMOND! Focus. His lips hovered over TJ’s ear. “Goodnight darlin. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

Andy stood up to his full height, which TJ thought he already was. He was not. Andy grabs his jacket and starts to walk away when TJ realized he didn’t say goodnight back.

“GOODNIGHT!!!” TJ slightly yelled at Andy when he was half way to the door.

Realizing what he just did, TJ ducks his head and wishes he could just vanish.

Then he hears a “GOODNIGHT GORGEOUS!” from across the room. Tj looks up to see a beaming Andy waving at him. Andy then turns then leaves the club. TJ stays sitting there for a couple of minutes trying to calm himself. His mind was still racing from that interaction. Andy Barber is arguably the most available bachelor in Boston, could have anyone he wanted. And that sexy bastard just asked TJ out. While also making TJ feel safe in such a short interaction.

TJ finished his water and got up. He walked out of the club looking up wishing he could see the stars, that are blocked by the city lights. TJ could have gotten a ride, but decided it best to walk home to try to calm himself down before bed. So TJ walked home with an extra skip in his step, with the widest grin he has had in months.

#Andy barber #tj hammon #smut #fluff #angst #fic #Andy barber x tj hammond #chapter 1 #part 1 #Chris evans #Sebastian stan #dom!Andy barber #Sub!TJ hammond #Steve rogers #bucky barnes

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nano--raptor · 3 years ago

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On Time Arrangement

Pairing: Professor Charles Blackwood x College TJ Hammond

Words: 1880

Warnings: Professor/Student relationship, smut, oral sex (m rec), dirty talk, praise, cursing, slight degredation and name calling (slut), TJ is mid 20s’s and Charles is mid-late 30’s.

A/N: Written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Long Distance Love weekend! One of the prompt ideas was college AU, and I wanted to write character student this time, so this seemed like a perfect opportunity to write these two together😏 Thanks for reading!❤

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TJ arrived to class a split second after the bell rang, slipping through the door just as it was closing. He hurried to take his seat a few rows back in the lecture hall, hoping his prof wouldn’t notice.

If he could be so lucky. Professor Blackwood stood at the front of the hall, waiting not so patiently for everyone to settle down, starting into his lecture less than a minute after the bell rang, expecting everyone to be ready to start at the sound of the bell. That is when the class began, after all.

After a few opening remarks and introduction of the day’s topic, he paused, critical eyes scanning the room. TJ gulped, hoping he’d escape his professor’s wrath today, but those icy blue eyes paused, lingering on TJ’s own, making him shift uncomfortably in his seat. Dammit. TJ squirmed, fidgeting with his pen and finally crossing his legs, and he swore he saw the briefest hint of a smirk before his professor turned away, starting into the lecture.

TJ could barely concentrate, but he did his best, trying to take notes and focus on the lesson. Before he knew it, the 90 minute period was over and the bell was ringing again. He packed up his things and stood to leave the hall, Professor Blackwood’s voice cutting through the mulling of students as TJ neared the door, sending a tingle down his spine. “Mr. Hammond. I expect to see you at my office at 4pm to make up for your tardiness.”

Shit.

TJ shifted anxiously on his feet as he stood outside the large oak door, checking his phone until the time read exactly 4pm, before knocking lightly on the aged wood. This wasn’t the first time he’d met his professor in his office, but his nerves nearly got the best of him every time. The door swung open with force and TJ started, Professor Blackwood’s piercing eyes meeting his for just a moment before he stepped back, walking towards his desk. TJ followed him in and closed the door, flicking the lock, before stepping in further. He paused in front of the large wooden desk, nearly an antique, and clasped his hands together.

“So,” his professor, Charles, started. “Late again today, Mr. Hammond.” TJ nibbled his bottom lip, not having a good excuse whatsoever. He’d overslept, dashed to class and literally ran through the hall to make it on time, and still ended up missing the bell. Fraction of a second or not, in Blackwood’s class, late was late.

“I’m sorry, Professor Blackwood, sir,” TJ started, holding Charles’ gaze despite his nerves. Charles sat back in his chair with a hum, fingers steepled, keeping his eyes locked on TJ's with the slightest smirk on his lips. He’d removed his suit jacket that he’d worn earlier, it hung neatly on a coat rack by the door. The calm nature in which he held himself both intrigued and terrified TJ. He never knew what to expect from this man.

“I’m sure you are,” he drawled. “Did you even catch any of the lecture today, or were you too distracted?” TJ winced; he’d tried to pay attention, but the glare he’d received at the beginning of class had thrown him off, and Charles knew it. He’d done it on purpose.

“I was listening, sir, I -”

“Well why don’t you go over the main points then,” Charles suggested, his tone a little darker, knowing that TJ wouldn’t be able to recall all the points off the top of his head.

“Sir, I - I haven’t had time to review my notes.” “Ah. Of course not.” He paused, tapping his fingers together, clearly enjoying the way his gaze made TJ squirm. “Do you have something else in mind then, Mr. Hammond?” TJ’s gaze flicked back up to meet his professor’s, the blush already creeping up his neck to his cheeks as he nodded slowly. Yes, he did have something else in mind, but he wanted Charles to say it, just like he did every time TJ made an office visit.

TJ just nibbled his lip, wringing his hands together and dropping his gaze again. He knew Charles loved it. Loved the little back and forth, the hard to get, the innocence ploy that TJ was so very good at. Charles clenched his jaw and raised an eyebrow, playing his own game that made TJ’s cock twitch. Oh how he loved it. But he wouldn’t dare ask for it, this was always in Charles’ court, in his control.

It was exactly what TJ wanted.

“Come here.” It was a command, a lower and more stern tone than he would ever use in class, and TJ swallowed hard as the sound rolled through him, making his skin prickle. He walked slowly towards the desk, stopping around the side just a few feet from Charles. The other man just smiled, his eyes flashing, his low voice rolling through TJ again. “Closer, Mr. Hammond. What are you doing way over there.” TJ bit his lip hard to hold in the groan, stepping closer still until he stood between Charles’ spread thighs. Oh the thoughts he’d had about these thighs. It was sinful.

“Now,” Charles began as his hands moved to his belt. “What if you put that pretty mouth of yours to good use, hm?” Slowly, painfully slowly, he opened his belt, undoing the buckle, sliding it open and letting it drop, his hands now reaching up to his tie. Dark lashes practically fluttered as he loosened it, and TJ nearly groaned again, feeling the heat pool between his legs. Something about Charles and his fingers and they way moved so smoothly, nimbly, TJ would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about those fingers either.

With a shy, sultry smile, TJ slowly sank down to his knees between Charles’ legs, placing his hands on toned thighs and sliding them upwards. Charles was looking down at him now with a possessive glint in his eyes, watching as TJ’s hands ghosted over his crotch, lightly brushing over the bulge in his pants, before undoing the button and slowly pulling the zipper down. TJ palmed him through his underwear, biting into his bottom lip again as he pulled the waistband down to free Charles’ impressive length from the confines of the fabric. He licked his lips then, glancing up at Charles through his own dark lashes, pulling the perfect puppy dog eyes that he knew the other man loved.

“Look at you, so eager…” Charles mused, his voice trailing off as TJ leaned in, licking a stripe up his cock and pulling a groan from him as he closed his lips around the red, aching tip. TJ knew Charles loved his mouth on him, he’d done it enough times to have already figured out what his professor liked. Sometimes he wished they could have more time, the opportunity to explore each other further, and really find out what drove Charles wild.

TJ licked over Charles’ length again before swallowing him down, pulling another deep moan from the other man, sending a shiver straight to his own cock, already straining in his jeans. He moaned around him, and Charles rolled his hips up further into TJ’s mouth in return. When he bumped against the back of TJ’s throat, he just hummed, breathing through his nose as he swallowed around him, Charles muttering curses above him.

“Shit, you’re far too good at that…”

TJ’s hands wandered further up Charles’ thighs, squeezing and massaging, and as they neared his hips, TJ wished he could grab Charles’ ass, his naked ass, and pull him deeper, wondering what it would feel like in his hands. He moaned at the thought, causing Charles to jerk his hips forward. TJ looked back up at him as he swallowed around him again.

Watching Charles fall apart for him, from just his mouth, filled TJ with pride, it excited him. He wanted more, he wanted Charles to fuck him over the desk, he wanted to sit in his lap, he wanted to be in his bed. He wasn’t sure how far this might go, but he’d blown him before, and every time it made him rock hard, and Charles would cup his face and brush his cheek and tell him how much of a slut he was, on his knees getting hard without being touched. TJ loved it.

Charles’ hand found it’s way into TJ’s hair and tugged, TJ moaning around his cock at the slight pain. Harder. He doubled his efforts and was rewarded with the hand clenching, pulling deliciously on his hair, digging his own fingers into his professor’s thighs. Charles groaned, leaning his head back and bucking further into TJ’s mouth.

“You and that mouth, it’s so goddamn good. You like when I use it, don’t you. That’s why you keep showing up late for my class. You just want me to fuck your pretty mouth like this.” TJ whined around him, saliva starting to run down his chin. He was sure he looked like a mess, but Charles’ words were making him hot, so hot, his hips started jerking too, wishing he had some friction to relieve himself.

He glanced up at Charles and moaned again at the sight. Cheeks flushed, lips parted and eyes closed. His usually well-styled hair had fallen loose, a few strands falling into his face, and TJ longed to run his hands through that caramel hair. When Charles spoke, his voice was a deep, gravelly tremor that shot straight to TJ’s gut, but seeing him sitting there panting, almost on the edge of orgasm, it made TJ desperate to cum too. He wanted to beg for it, but it was impossible with his mouth full. So he just whined, shifting at Charles’ feet, gripping his thighs again.

“Oh yeah baby, there it is, keep going, you wanna come too? My dumb little slut, on his knees just begging for it. So fucking good, come on, ah!” TJ sucked hard at Charles’ words, feeling a heat rush through him and he bucked his hips, nearly cumming untouched, as Charles came with a groan, straight down TJ’s throat.

He couldn't help the ways his hips rolled while he curled his tongue, still sucking gently, his cock painfully hard, while Charles rode out his orgasm. TJ wanted it too, moaning around him, the sight of this gorgeous man getting off making TJ hot beyond words. He couldn't wait to get his own hands on himself, fueled by thoughts of what he wanted Charles to do to him. Lost in the fantasy, he was quickly pulled out of his daze by Charles' low voice, and he blinked up at him with glassy eyes while licking up the last of his release.

“Look at you. I’m starting to think this is more of a reward for you rather than a punishment. That just won’t do anymore, rewarding you for being late.” Then he leaned forward, gripping TJ’s chin and wiping the mess from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, his words sending a delicious chill down TJ's spine. “If you ever want this again, I suggest you be a good boy and show up on time for my class."

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riricitaa · 4 years ago

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Andy stares at his phone, finger tapping on the table while his mind tried to comprehend giving TJ fucking Hammond his phone number after shoving his tongue down the other man's throat on the one night he let himself let loose. He really should have done his research before going to that particular club but he really wanted to drink the night away. He saw gorgeous man, kissed gorgeous man, who turned out to be Elaine Barrish's son then he shoved his number down TJ's pants before leaving the club

2/2 And now he's waiting in slight fear and anxiety in his apartment incredibly sober for a possible phone call from probably the most gorgeous man Andy has ever laid his eyes on. What if he doesn't call? Oh fuck, what if he does? What if he opens his door and finds Bud Hammond or Elaine Barrish or fucking Douglas Hammon on the other side all waiting for him so they can kick his ass. Okay, he might not be that sober. Andy snorts a laugh then flops backwards when his phone rings. Oh fuck, it's TJ.

Aaaaaaaah what's going to happen next?????!!!!!!!!!! I need to now ASAP 😭😭😭

Welcome back my Tjandy fellow! It's been awhile! ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ and I hope this helps both of us! You with your writer block and me with the making gifs block 😆

#my Tjandy anon #Tjandy #Andy x TJ #Andy Barber x TJ Hammond #stucky au #evanstan au

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justarandomgirly · 2 years ago

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Its like TJ Hammon promoting his bar

2014 Sebastian Stan 💙

Part 1

📸 Miller Mobley’s photoshoot for Entertainment Weekly 📸

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ligaswiatowa · 4 years ago

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Szu, Nut i Geb

Jedyną gorszą rzeczą od ślepoty, jest posiadanie wzroku, przy braku wizji ...

Ideologia tak zwanego postęp w dobie hierarchizacji, ma tylko wtedy sens, gdy towarzyszy mu ideologia kontroli, ponieważ postęp wymusza piramidalną zależności od władzy, nauki, medycyny, farmacji, religii i każdego innego fetyszu, pozwalającego kontrolować i żerować mniejszości na niezbyt rozgarniętej większości, łaknącej fetyszystycznej postępu (29), będącego formą zależności i stopniowo rosnącej kontroli ...

Jakież to proste, straszne i przewidywalne, choć nikt tego nie widzi, nikt o tym nie mówi i nikt o tym nie chce słyszeć, z obawy przed utratą w/w fetyszy (29), tworzących sens naszego iluzorycznego życia.

Za strukturą wszystkich ludzkich upadków, porażek oraz klęsk, nie stoi równoważąca się, ale z goła fałszywa, memetyczna ideologia (2) wiary w boga i / lub diabła, anioła, czy demona ... , lecz autodestrukcja, spowodowana zauroczeniem siłami zewnętrznymi (3), tworzącymi - fałszywe ideologie, prowadzące nasz umysł na skraj ludzkiego bytowania w równowadze (RaElIs (4).

Fakt zaistnienia w naszym otoczeniu i w naszej jaźni - tezy i antytezy, powinien dać nam do myślenia, ponieważ każda teza i antyteza, jest zarazem antytezą i tezą, czyli ktoś ukryty za kulisami sceny życia, pragnie, aby nasza teza - bóg, czy anioł, była równocześnie diabłem i demonem, dla naszej antytezy i vice versa ...

Jeśli jestestwo postawione w roli tezy lub antytezy będącej antytezą lub tezą, samo nie wymyśliło tej celowej kreacji podziału, nienawiści, strachu (5), agresji, czy zazdrości ... ,to wymyślił to ktoś, kto czerpie z naszej nieuwagi oraz z naszego strachu, głupoty i zaognienia - konkretny zysk, tworzony na bazie ludzkiego kapitału (6).

Trzecia siła (7), to doskonale zakamuflowana za plecami najemników i fasad fetyszy - ideologia, która skazuje owych wiernych i lojalnych najemników, żywiących się ideologią fetyszy, na wieczne - karmiczne (14) potępienie.

Człowiek, zatopiony w ideologii wojny tezy i antytezy, nie zauważa nawet teatru (8) trzeciej siły oraz jaskini platońskiej (9). W tak zbudowanej scenografii, nasza teza, będąca równocześnie antytezą dla kogoś innego, oraz antyteza naszego wroga, będąca dla niego tezą, maskuje istnienie trzeciej siły (7), która dzieli oraz tworzy schematy rewolucyjne (11), za pomocą prawa zwierząt (10), propagandy (15) i wojny, kreujących chaos naszego życia.

Ignorancja połączona z powszechną edukacją lustrzaną (12) i indoktrynacją, prowadzi człowieka do fałszywych ideologii tezy i antytezy, które ukrywają nadrzędny i przemilczany przez wszystkich spisek, oparty na psychomanipulacji, kontroli, prawie zwierząt (10) i strachu.

Przeciętnie zindoktrynowany i zarażony poprawnością polityczną - byt ludzki, nie uwierzy w żadne logiczne prawdy, niezgodnej z dogmatem edukacji lustrzanej (12) opartej na retoryce mentora (13) i tradycji.

Ludzka ułomność, odrzuca prastarą wiedzę, będąca - największym dobrem tego świata ... Fetysz, pokonał logikę wiedzy, ponieważ wybór tysięcy, róznokolorowych drzwi, jest bardziej pociągających niż stare odrapane wrota prowadzące do trudu myśli, działania, moralności i altruizmu.

( Zanim na dobre zaczniesz czytać, zaakceptuj zasady panujący w kręgu mojego domu ( 1 - oznacza link pod tekstem), lub opuść moje domostwo, strzeżone przez prawo naturalne. Jeśli korzystasz, korzystaj z całości wraz z linkami, ponieważ cytat, może być zastosowany w złej intencji. )

Wiedza

Weda - pradawna wiedza, musi być za wszelką cenę chroniona, przed zniszczeniem, zapomnienien i przeinaczeniem.

Owa weda, została zapisana, za pomocą uniwersalnego schematu alegorycznego, aby mogli ją odczytać ludzie - dysponujący różnymi systemami językowymi, kulturowymi, niezależnie od czasu ich bytowania.

Co więcej, owa wiedza, jest użyteczna niezależnie od poziomu rozwoju technologicznego danej jednostki i populacji, ponieważ opisuje tylko to, co ważne, potrzebne, spójne oraz logiczne.

Ziemia oraz nieboskłon ciągle z sobą korelują i kopulują, tworząc realia życia, utrzymywanego za pomocą siły falowej - archontów (17) oraz wody i powietrza.

W najprostszych słowach - człowiek, jest wyrodnym dzieckiem - jedności wszechświata i ziemi, ponieważ zniszczył swoje naturalne otoczenie i bogactwa, przekształcając je w śmietnik odpadów utylizowanych we własnym wnętrzu (18). Oznacza to - skrajną głupotę - istoty, która mogąc samostanowić i samoograniczać samego siebie, poddała się woli innych jednostek, pragnących żyć na cudzy koszt.

Spróbujmy zatem, zrozumieć pierwotną wede, utkaną na bazie pojęć pierwotnych, które później zostały przywłaszczone, przez hierarchiczny system kastowy.

Spróbujmy pierwotne słowa, obrać z niepotrzebnych fetyszy, które później, zaczęły tworzyć rodowe - tytuły, role i pozycje, wychodzące od niezrozumiałych dziś alegorii.

Alegorie, stworzyły z rozumiejących je szamanek, szamanów, mistrzyń, mistrzów, kapłanek, kapłanów - swoich potomków (19).

Kiedy potrafisz rozebrać na czynniki pierwsze jedną z mitologii, potrafisz do zrobić z każdą, ponieważ mitologia, to regionalny zapis zdekonstruowanej i zapomnianej wiedzy, dostosowanej do regionalnej hierarchii szamańskiej.

To, co miało być uniwersalnym narzędzie postępu całej ludzkości na wypadek ziemskiego resetu (20), stało się narzędziem żerowania człowieka na człowieku.

Jestestwo, tak w górze, jak i na dole (16)

Umysł spokojny nie tworzy, tylko odbija światło wielowymiarowej podzielonej na wiele istnień - duszy (atmy). W tym świetle oglądamy zapisy wiedzy, pochodzącej z różnych, równoległych ... wymiarów w celu późniejszego jej użycia.

Na poziomie fal elektromagnetycznych (antaryksza) zapis wzorca ma postać dwójkową. Na poziomie umysłu abstrakcyjnego, ma postać symbolu, litery, innego znaku, a na poziomie umysłu konkretnego, ma postać obrazu, czy wyobrażenia ...

Z chwilą zapisu wzorca, umysł może go dowolnie wychwytywać z przestrzeni i cały proces zaczyna się od nowa.

Wyciągnijmy zatem z alegorii całą, prostą i logiczną prawdę :

Atum - Itm, to alegoria duchowa - jednego, jedynego i doskonałego, który nie istnieje, dopóki wszystkie cząstki duchowe, obecne w różnych ciałach fizycznych reprezentujących jeden twór duchowy, na powrót nie zespolą się w świadomą całość. Zmultiplikowany byt fizyczny, oddzielony formą czasu, wymiaru i przestrzeni, zbiera doświadczenia w celu odwzorowania ich w nowo wytworzonym wszechświecie, biorącym początek od elementu duchowego tworzącego pierwszy ruch, tor i materie.

Świadomy sen, daje nam poprzez ziarno duszy, wgląd we wszystkim cząstką jednego bytu, w alternatywne wymiary, światy równoległe, będące innymi koncepcjami życia, czasu i przestrzeni …

Wszystko to wpływa na budowę kompletnej bazy doświadczeń, pozwalających bytowi na ewolucje duchową i zespolenie, za pomocą karmy pozytywnej …

Świadomy sen i świadomość własnej tożsamości, pozwala dostrzec to, co pozornie, jest ukryte … i niezrozumiałe (22) …

Zaczęliśmy od dążenia świadomego człowieka, Laha, rządzącego samym sobą, do ewolucji duchowej, zapoczątkowanej zrozumieniem funkcjonowania bytu fizycznego we wszechświecie.

Człowiek ewoluując do formy czysto duchowej, może zatopić się w bezruchu - analizując wszystkie zdobyte doświadczenia lub przejść od fazy analitycznej, do segmentu tworzenia :

Nun, to alegoria pierwotnego toru, pramaterii wszechświata i wody, jako alegorii narodzin życia.

Ra (czynnik męski) - Re (czynnik żeński), to alegoria okresowego życia i śmierci, a także ładu w układzie słonecznym i prabytu, wyłaniającego się z pramaterii i tworzącego różne formy życia, za pomocą przenikających wszystko - neutrin.

Aton - Aten, to alegoria konkretnych - neutrin, które przechodząc przez powietrze i jądro ziemi, wytwarzają konkretne formy życia.

Amon - Imn – Ukryty - Amon-Ra/Re - Amoun - Amun - Amen - Imen - Ammon - Hammon, to alegoria niewidzialnego - kosmicznego wiatru, pchającego neutrina w kierunku ziemi.

Apofis - Apop - Apep - Apepi - Aapep, to alegoria pierwotnego toru i czarnej materii, pochłaniającej promienie słońca.

Szu, to aktywna alegoria powietrza, które wytworzyło - ziemie i niebo.

Tefnut, to alegoria pasywności, utożsamiana z wilgotnym, pasywnym utrwalającym elementem świata, a także elementem wody (w tym wód płodowych), ciemnych otchłani (w tym vaginy) i podziemiami.

Geb, to alegoria ziemi, alegoryczny brat i mąż nieba – Nut.

Nut, to alegoria nocy i rozgwieżdżonego nieba.

Nut i Geb, zostali rozdzieleni przez powietrze - Szu, które jest także w świecie hierarchicznym uosobieniem pustki - trzeciej siły, która dzieli i manipuluje tezą i antytezą. Szu, tworzy pierwszą ideologie, czyli życiodajne tchnienie, które teraz pod wpływem elit, zamieniło się w truciznę.

Maat, to nocna alegoria harmonii - równości i sprawiedliwości personalnej istoty (RaElIs | Le-v-eL | EVE ... (32)) we wszechświecie i społeczeństwie.

Maat, wiąże się logicznie z Thotem, będącym alegorią okresowego życia i śmierci księżyca oraz mądrości, w aspekcie weny twórczej - natchnienia. Mądrość - wena, pozwoliła stworzyć harmonijny kalendarz księżycowy, a także podstawy matematyki, sztuki, etyki, nauki oraz pisma.

( 42 zaprzeczenia bogini Maat, to alegoria spowiedzi negatywnej, a zarazem moralności personalnej (33)) : Nie grzeszyłem. Nie popełniałem rozboju przemocą. Nie kradłem. Nie zabiłem mężczyzny ani kobiety. Nie kradłem ziarna. Nie podbierałem darów ofiarnych. Nie przywłaszczałem sobie własności bogów. Nie wypowiadałem kłamstw. Nie wynosiłem jedzenia. Nie wypowiadałem przekleństw. Nie cudzołożyłem. Nie kładłem się z mężczyzną. Nie doprowadzałem nikogo do płaczu. Nie jadłem serca (tzn. Nie smuciłem się na darmo, nie byłem bez skruchy). Nie atakowałem żadnego człowieka. Nie jestem człowiekiem podstępnym (tj.oszustem). Nie kradłem uprawianej ziemi. Nie podsłuchiwałem (tj. Nie byłem szpiegiem). Nie obmawiałem [nikogo]. Nie nosiłem złości bez sprawiedliwej przyczyny. Nie zdeprawowałem żony żadnego człowieka. Nie bezcześciłem siebie samego. Nikogo nie terroryzowałem. Nie łamałem [prawa naturalnego]. Nie byłem gniewny. Nie zamykałem uszu na słowa prawdy. Nie bluźniłem. Nie jestem człowiekiem przemocy. Nie jestem prowokatorem, człowiekiem konfliktowym ani wprowadzającym zamieszanie. Nie działałem (nie sądziłem) z nadmiernym pośpiechem. Nie byłem zarozumiały. Nie powielałem swoich słów w mowie. Nie czyniłem nikomu zła ani krzywdy. Nie czyniłem zaklęć przeciwko nikomu. Nigdy nie zatrzymywałem wody (tj. Nie tamowałem kanałów irygacyjnych). Nie podnosiłem głosu (mówiąc arogancko lub w złości). Nie złorzeczyłem (nie bluźniłem) bogu - samemu sobie. Nie działałem w arogancji. Nie kradłem chleba. Nie wynosiłem ciasta khenfu z dusz umarłych. Nie odbierałem chleba dziecku. Nie zabijałem zwierząt.)

Nut, czyli niebo, będące skupiskiem archontów oraz Geb, czyli ziemia, zrodziły - pierwszą kobietę i pierwszego mężczyznę.

Izyda - Isis - Isidos - Iset - Iszet, to alegoria kobiecej płodności, vaginy, kobiecej części mózgu.

Ozyrys - Isir - Iszir, to alegoria męskiej płodności, penisa, śmierci, męskiej części mózgu i odrodzonego życia.

( Hierarchia, rozpoczęła podział od seksualizacji i izolacji czynnika męskiego i żeńskiego (24). W mitologii anatolijskiej Isis, znana była jako Ma. Kult Ma (Enyo, Kybele, Astarte...), miał charakter orgiastyczny i połączony był z prostytucją sakralną. Nieodłącznym elementem kultu Astarte były akty seksualne spełniane pomiędzy wyznawcami odwiedzającymi świątynię a specjalnymi kapłankami zwanymi kedesza. )

Horus, to alegoria rozgwieżdżonego nieba, która została przywłaszczone przez ideologie fetyszu - hierarchii, górującej nad plebsem.

Set - Seth - Stẖ - Stš - Swty - Sutekh -Setech - Szet, to alegoria burzy, pustyń, ludzkiej ciemności oraz chaosu i podziału - egoizmu, a także wojny wewnętrznej i zewnętrznej.

Chepri, to alegoria zmartwychwstania, a zatem człowieka (skarabeusza) - stającego się wschodzącym słońcem, który tworzy i wyciąga ze swojego mroku - przeróżne fetysze w celu powiększenia i ochrony swej mocy.

Horachte (Re-Horachte lub Ra-Horus-Aton), to alegoria człowieka gwiazdy, idola tworzącego własny system solarny i satelitarny. Jest to jeden z pierwszych fetyszy opisowych i tytularnych.

Sechmet - Sachmet - Sachmis - Sekmet, to alegoria wojny, zemsty i chorób.

Ptah - pta, to alegoria architekta - twórcy triady (Pta-Sechmet-Nefertum (teza - trzecia siła - antyteza)), działającej na rzecz hierarchicznej kontroli nad plebsem.

Nefertum, to alegoria rodowego dziecka, niekiedy bękarta lub zrodzonego z surogatki dziedzica - ideologicznej korony po Sechmet i Pta.

Całość tej wiedzy, została ostatecznie zdekonstruowana przez królów pasterzy.

Hyksosi - Hekau-chasut - władcy obcych krajów - Al-Mluk ar-R`t - królowie pasterze - Yκουσσώς, to grupa niejednorodnych ludów szamańskich, która jako pierwsza, zdekonstruowała prawdę i zdominowała władze, za pomocą grup kapłańskich, trzymających wiedzę w swoich rękach.

Przybyli oni do delty Nilu ok. 1650–1540 p.n.e i podbijali państwa, za pomocą adaptacji zastanego porządku rzeczy, wtapiając się w wielowiekową tradycję i doświadczenie, a następnie dekonstruowali krok po kroku prawdę, czyniąc z użytecznej pozostałości religijny i polityczny dogmat oparty na chaosie, podziale oraz poczuciu winy.

Przejmowali pismo (dokonali transkrypcji swych imion), a także tytuły królewskie i urzędnicze. W dziedzinie kultury i religii postępowali podobnie jak w religii i polityce, przyjmując ideologie Seta, jako głównego boga z centrum jego kultu w Awaris.

Wnieśli wkład w dziedzinie kontroli, szpiegowania i wojskowości. Wprowadzili infiltrację, która zastąpiła inwazje, działalność wywrotową zamiast wyborów oraz zastraszenie prawne, zamiast wolnego wyboru (25) …

Wprowadzili do uzbrojenia zaawansowany sposób obróbki brązu (28), co pozwoliło uzyskać Egiptowi znaczną przewagę militarną względem wrogów.

Tak oto powstało Nowe Państwo i Nowy Porządek, rozszerzający się stopniowo na cały świat.

Zachłanni na władze szamani (21), zmienili całe obiecadło (23) w kod alfabetu, aby przekształcić wiedzę w użyteczny schemat alegoryczny, z którego można czerpać władze, siłę i bezkresną moc. Szaman, stając się dzieckiem użytecznej alegorii, zachowuje jej sekret dla dobra swojego rodu (krwi lub ideologii).

Ludzie, mówiący ze pochodzą z domu Jezusa, z domu zodiaka ... , posługują się alegoriami, ponieważ pochodzą oni z rodów, które pojęły alegoryczny sens głęboko ukrywanego przesłania.

Niekiedy coś, co wygląda jak starożytna wiedza, nie jest nią, ponieważ jest próbą przekonwertowania władzy płynącej od gwiazd i ziemi w schemat kontroli społecznej.

Przykład ?! Posłużymy się tutaj jakże pozytywną alegorią Nut, czyli nieba, Geb, czyli ziemi i Szu, czyli powierza.

Jeśli zamienimy lub częściowo wzmocnimy za pomocą satelitów wpływ „nut”, kosmicznego śpiewu archontów, znajdujących się na nieboskłonie, otrzymamy nowy środek kontroli.

Jeśli dołączymy do tego kolejne generacje sieci elektromagnetycznych, osadzonych na obeliskach - wież, będących alegorią - penisa Geb, otrzymamy pole bitwy, rzeźnie, odciętą od naturalnego wpływy ziemi i nieba.

Spójrz, na starożytny szkic - przedstawiający Nut, w pozycji łuku orbitalnego oraz Geb z wniesionym ...

Całość tekstu przeczytasz tutaj :

https://obserwatorprawdy.wordpress.com/2020/06/11/szu-nut-i-geb/

Dydymus

Akademia Filozoficzna Dydymusa

https://pomagam.pl/wdd

Liga Świata

Samostanowienie i Samoograniczenie

https://zrzutka.pl/anzajh

https://trueshopl.wordpress.com

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georgiapeach30513 · 3 years ago

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Hello. I hope your holiday was well. I was just wondering if Story & TJ are still friends and how he’s doing? He was a big help and good friend to her.

TJ and her are still very much friends. He' had been living at the estate with the Drysdale's before she moved in full time with Dayton, but he too isn't allowed in the room with her. She is only seeing Carter, but TJ is the first one she allows in the room.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Play the Piano for Me

Summary: TJ and Carter comfort Story

Pairings: Story Drysdale X Carter Baizen, Story Drysdale X TJ Hammond

Rating: angsty but fluffy

Warnings: mentions of Dayton’s death, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 800

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Story Drysdale Masterlist

Carter rubs on Story's belly lazily. The most comfortable she feels is sitting in between his legs, and leaned back on his chest. Her eyes going in and out of being awake and asleep. He never says a word, but is just there for her. Waiting on the random sentences from her. She had been talking more, hadn't argued as much when he made her get in the shower, so he takes that as the best sign.

"You know Dayton didn't like the middle name I really wanted."

Carter tries not to say anything negative about Dayton in her headspace. Choosing just to hum instead. "I guess it doesn't matter now."

"What were you wanting his middle name to be?"

She gives a little giggle when Otto rolls around, and Carter can see the big movement, “Just a couple more weeks my little rock,” her voice cracks, and Carter isn’t sure why, knowing this must be an inside story for her and Dayton. “You gotta keep your mama going. Carter I’m about to be a mom. It’s scary, and I’m going to have to do this alone. It’s not like he left town, he’s gone. Otto won’t even know his father.”

“Princess, you’re not doing this alone. I’m right here, and I promise you, I’m not going anywhere. And we’ll make sure that Otto knows Dayton, okay? He’ll know exactly who his father was.”

She whispers a thank you to him, placing a hand over his own. “Ransom,” Carter tilts his head in confusion. “I wanted his middle name to be Ransom.”

“It’s a good name. Naming him after a good man.”

Leaning her head back she looks up at Carter, giving him the most pitiful sad smile she can muster. “I’ve always wanted my kids to have a middle name after someone. When I was little I wanted Ryder to be a middle name, you know like in Rapunzel?” Carter nods at her, giving a quick kiss to her forehead. “Thank you for not leaving me.”

“Anytime princess. I’m here as long as you’ll have me. I’m never leaving you again,” Carter catches that quick flick of her eyes to his lips. Notices how her body slightly shifts, and thankfully they’re disturbed by a knock at the door. She shakes her head quickly at him. Letting him know she still doesn’t want anyone coming in to see her. Seeing people just seems like such a task. Exhaustingly trying to hold it together when they’re all looking at her with sad expressions.

“Ree, it’s me,” TJ answers. He presses his forehead up against the door. His face turned up in pain as he searches for the words to say, “I miss you. I know that Sir whatever is taking care of you, but I need to see my girl. I don’t care if you’re naked or stink. Just let me in...please?”

Story actually feels a bit of sorrow for someone other than herself. Trying to roll off the bed to open the door, but Carter stops her, standing up himself he walks to the door letting TJ in. You can tell he himself has exhausted tears out of his eyes to the point he couldn’t cry anymore. Still he suffers out a smile for her. Walking over to her bed to sit down.

Story’s eyes find Carter, as she silently pleads him to return. He settles back behind Story, wary of holding onto her belly the way he had been, but she, without thinking places it on Otto’s nest. TJ’s feet automatically going to rub her feet. “Your toes look awful Ree. You want me to give you a pedicure? Don’t know how well I can paint them, but I can try. Let me guess, pink?”

“You know me too well,” she listens to him tell about his life since she had moved out of the estate. How his mom was thinking about running for president and he knew he couldn’t handle the spotlight, “Just come and stay here. Your old room is still available.”

“I never slept in my room.”

“Sleep in here with us,” Carter responds. His hand holds tighter to her belly when she winces. The tightness of the bump scaring him.

“Braxton Hicks.”

“You have a doctor’s appointment soon,” his hand roams around the rock hard stomach, until it softens back to normal. “And you’re going. We’ll take Blade’s car it’s blacked out. Blade, Harry, TJ, and me can go and shadow around you. I’m sure Iris will come, arms ready to swat anyone that comes close. James too. Your parents. We’re all here for you. But we’ve got to think about Otto.”

“I know. TJ?” he stops massaging her feet to look at her, “If I went into the study would you play the piano for me?”

“Of course doll face,” he starts to get up, realizing that a couple weeks later that Story is finally determined that she’s going to do what’s right for Otto. Still sad but pieces of her are coming back. “And maybe call Bucky?”

“You want me to clear the downstairs Princess?” she shakes her head, getting another forehead kiss from Carter.

“I wanna see my daddy.”

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#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #DA AU #DA AU ask #tj hammon #story drysdale #story drysdale x tj hammond

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