#john 12

[biblebloodhound]

Tuesday of Holy Week (John 12:20-36)

Wanting to see Jesus needs to become more than a desire to meet a celebrity, or to fawn over him as a fan or a groupie following him around.

Now among those who went up to worship at the festival were some Greeks. They came to Philip, who was from Bethsaida in Galilee, and said to him, “Sir, we wish to see Jesus.” Philip went and told Andrew, then Andrew and Philip went and told Jesus.  Jesus answered them, “The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. Very truly, I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and…

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[reedreadsgreek]

John 12:9–11

9 Ἔγνω οὖν [ὁ] ὄχλος πολὺς ἐκ τῶν Ἰουδαίων ὅτι ἐκεῖ ἐστιν καὶ ἦλθον οὐ διὰ τὸν Ἰησοῦν μόνον, ἀλλʼ ἵνα καὶ τὸν Λάζαρον ἴδωσιν ὃν ἤγειρεν ἐκ νεκρῶν. 10 ἐβουλεύσαντο δὲ οἱ ἀρχιερεῖς ἵνα καὶ τὸν Λάζαρον ἀποκτείνωσιν, 11 ὅτι πολλοὶ διʼ αὐτὸν ὑπῆγον τῶν Ἰουδαίων καὶ ἐπίστευον εἰς τὸν Ἰησοῦν. 

My translation: 

9 Therefore a great crowd of the Judeans knew that he is there and they came not on account of Yeshua only, but in order that also Lazarus they might see whom he raised out of the dead. 10 And the chief priests resolved that they kill Lazarus also, 11 for many of the Judeans on account of him were going and believing in Yeshua. 

Notes:

12:9 

οὖν is transitional (“Now”, NET; “Then”, HCSB; “Meanwhile”, NIV). 

The subject of the 3s 2nd aorist έγνω (from γινὠσκω) is [ὁ] ὄχλος πολὺς and partitive prepositional phrase ἐκ τῶν Ἰουδαίων. The aorist-tense of the verb is ingressive (most translations: “learned”; NIV: “found out”). Many manuscripts omit ὁ before ὄχλος, in which case πολὺς is attributive. But if ὁ ὄχλος πολὺς is the right reading (as it is the harder reading), then the adjective is predicate, which would be an odd construction here, giving a meaning something like, “the crowd which was great” or, “the crowd, great as it was” (EGGNT). 

ὅτι introduces indirect discourse after a verb of cognition. 

The spatial adverb ἐκεῖ modifies the present ἐστιν (from εἰμί), whose unexpressed subject is Jesus. The present-tense is retained in indirect discourse. 

The οὐ μόνον ... ἀλλʼ ἵνα καὶ construction emphasizes the dual attraction of Jesus and Lazarus; The same construction occurred in 11:52. 

ὁ ὄχλος above is also the subject of the 2nd aorist ἦλθον (from ἔρχομαι). The verb is modified by the negated causal prepositional phrase οὐ διὰ τὸν Ἰησοῦν μόνον (“not on account of Jesus only”). 

ἵνα + subjunctive indicates purpose. 

καὶ is adjunctive (“also”). τὸν Λάζαρον is the direct object of the 2nd aorist subjunctive ἴδωσιν (from ὁράω). 

The antecedent of the relative pronoun ὃν is τὸν Λάζαρον. ὃν is the direct object of the liquid aorist ἤγειρεν (from ἐγείρω), modified by the partitive prepositional phrase ἐκ νεκρῶν. The unexpressed subject of the verb is Jesus. 

12:10 

The subject of the aorist ἐβουλεύσαντο (from βουλεύω “I resolve, decide”; see note on 11:53) is οἱ ἀρχιερεῖς. ἵνα + subjunctive indicates the content of the resolution, equivalent to a complementary infinitive. καὶ is adjunctive (“also, too”). τὸν Λάζαρον is the direct object of the nasal aorist ἀποκτείνωσιν (from ἀποκτείνω). The unexpressed subject of the verb is the chief priests. NIV: “So the chief priests made plans to kill Lazarus as well”. 

12:11 

ὅτι is causal (“because”). 

The substantival πολλοὶ, modified by the partitive prepositional phrase τῶν Ἰουδαίων, is the subject of the imperfects ὑπῆγον (from ὑπάγω), modified by the causal prepositional phrase διʼ αὐτὸν, referring to Jesus, and ἐπίστευον (from πιστεύω). The prepositional phrase εἰς τὸν Ἰησοῦν indicates the object of the faith. The verb ὑπάγω may suggest, “leaving the Jewish faith”; NIV: “going over to Jesus”; NRSV, HCSB: “deserting”.

#John #John 12 #Jesus #Lazarus #chief priests #faith

[fardell24b]

Church notes - 24th March 2024

24th Palm Sunday John 12:12 - 19 Colossians 3:15 - 22

1 Corinthians 12 Hebrews 13:17 2 Timothy 4:1 - 5

Sermon Philippians 3 Sacrifce - Being Like Jesus

The Goal - asperational goal For the Jews - someone who fully kept the Law was perfect.

vs 6 Paul had been one of those who were considered perfect

vs 10 But he had completely changed his focus, onto Jesus.

Two Points

A life-long journey.

Our holiness is different, to the Jewish idea of holiness.

The finishing post. Winning a prize

Running (or riding a bike)

Perseverence and hard work. Our Christian walk is hard and ongoing.

vs 2 vs 17 - 19

Galatians 5:22, 23 Our focus can be on rules on regulations. But our focus should be on God and becoming more like Him. Our loyalty is to Heaven, not to things on Earth.

#1 corinthians #1 corinthians 12 #2 timothy #2 timothy 4 #church #galatians #galatians 5 #gospel of john #hebrews 13 #john 12 #philippians #philippians 3

[melvingaines]

Sunday School Live Stream - June 18, 2023

https://www.facebook.com/akronalliancefellowship/videos/823164322533281 Sunday school session with Asst. Pastor Melvin Gaines. John 12:37-50 (Part 2)

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[ryssbelle]

The lore from this post, rip in pieces clay you will be missed.

Also featuring Jade an oc by @spjs shes the one next to John in the second to last page :D she was in one of their fics and I fell in love with her.

#my art #trolls 3 #trolls #trolls band together #dreamworks trolls #trolls john dory #trolls floyd #trolls branch #trolls clay #jd and clay forgetting the beef for a sec so they can escape together #and then boom #cave in #so at least their last moments together were kind of okay? #jd spends the next 12 hours with those goggles on btw #he doesnt take them off until they make camp and he thinks his brothers are alseep #so they dont have to see him cry :) #floyd sees him tho just doesnt say anything teehee #also the tunnels seem a lot shorter with how i drew them but like it was a while before they all got out #just pacing stuff #jd was relatively nearby where king peppy was #i like to think there was more than one tunnel and they kind of converged into one another #but not all of them converged on the same areas jic they needed a second escape #so when the cave ins started the other trolls took the alternate routes #and then both groups just decided the other was dead cuz how could they have escaped that?? #jokes on them #both groups survived #clay doesnt know it but his warning saved JD from being crushed #cuz he wouldnt have tried to stop if Clay hadnt said anything #also the shadow hoard is here #thats what i call all the bg trolls

[s-o-a-p-ing]

JOHN S.O.A.P. ~ CHAPTER 12

Tuesday, 10/25/22

SCRIPTURE:

Then Mary took a twelve-ounce jar of expensive perfume made from essence of nard, and she anointed Jesus’s feet with it, wiping His feet with her hair. The house was filled with the fragrance.   ~ John 12:3

OBSERVATION:

Did Mary do this in part because of her gratitude for Jesus's raising her brother from the dead?

My service (and gratitude - and obedience), to Jesus and to others in Jesus's Name - in ways that do not draw attention to me - will "fill the house with the fragrance of His anointing..."

Others may not notice or understand - but He will...

...and He will know my "motives" and use my actions for His will...

APPLICATION:

Serve and obey Him...

Serve others in obedience to Him...

...and in grateful humility...

PRAYER:

Loving Father God - may I take whatever You have given me, whatever its value, and use it to serve Your and bring You glory and recognition wherever I am. May Your Spirit continue to remind me that my service is not about what I can do, but about what You have done and are doing through Jesus's redemptive life, sacrifice, and resurrection... both in my life, and in the lives of others I may not meet until Your kingdom comes - In Jesus's fragrant healing Name, and for Your honor...

As always, yours all ways, gratefully and joyfully in all ways - through Him...

g

<))><

#John #John 12 #Mary #Jesus #Fragrance

[coreofthebible]

Keeping to the good paths

Keeping to the good paths

As believers abiding within the words of Yahweh and his Messiah, we conduct ourselves in well-worn paths that have been cut by our spiritual forefathers. Proverbs 2:20-22 – So follow the way of the good, and keep to the paths of the righteous. For the upright will inhabit the land, and those of integrity will remain in it; but the wicked will be cut off from the land, and the treacherous ripped…

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[tonsillessscum]

#ridoctorwho #doctor who #dr who #dw memes #dr who memes #doctor who text post #theta sigma #the doctor #twelfth doctor #Peter Capaldi #koschei #the master #simm!master #saxon master #john simm #dhawan master #sacha dhawan #bill Potts #Pearl Jackie #pearl mackie #missy!master #missy doctor who #michelle gomez #13th Doctor #jodie whittaker #thoschei #12 x missy #twissy

[monteruu]

let's see how far we've come :)

[image id: digital illustration of john egbert, jade harley, rose lalonde, and dave strider from homestuck. they are all laying on a blue checkered picnic blanket laying on top of one another in a familiar manner and smiling.

john is at the center laughing heartily while jade is to the right laying down on her side. dave is to the left and is in a comfortable lounging position with one leg over one of john's and is resting his head in rose's lap who is smirking at john and jade's antics.

they are all in their respective godtier outfits. around them are some lush grassy hills with variously colored wildflowers spotting the landscape and the sburb sun setting behind them. end image id.]

#homestuck #homestuck 413 #john egbert #jade harley #rose lalonde #dave strider #i heart these guys so much its crazy that i've been into hs for 12 years #i have a very complicated relationship with it but rereading it is making me appreciate it again and what a cool thing it was #there are LOTS of bad stuff in hs but theres lots of love and passion in it as well #anyway this is my way of making up for not engaging with homestuck for a couple of years and to show my love for the beta kids <33333 #they are the best part of hs hands down and i miss act 1-4 antics with them #sorry for the 1 million words i have just been having a lot of thoughts about hs lately and i can't believe it's 15 years old like what

[technically-human]

How is this podcast real

#johnlock #watsolmes #sherlock & co #sherlock holmes #john watson #sherlock & co ep 12

[echolaliaaa]

his ass was not listening!!!!!!!

#doctor who master #doctor who #john simm #peter capaldi #12 doctor #missy doctor who #missy #michelle gomez #doctor who bbc #simm master #tensimm #thoschei #bbc doctor who #peter capaldi doctor who

[biblebloodhound]

The Message of Palm Sunday (John 12:12-16)

Jesus made it evident he was not going to submit to what the crowd wanted. Christ had a different idea about what needed to take place.

Christ enters Jerusalem, by Hanna-Cheriyan Varghese The next day the great crowd that had come to the festival heard that Jesus was coming to Jerusalem. So they took branches of palm trees and went out to meet him, shouting, “Hosanna!Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord—    the King of Israel!” Jesus found a young donkey and sat on it, as it is written: “Do not be afraid,…

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[reedreadsgreek]

John 12:3–5

3 Ἡ οὖν Μαριὰμ λαβοῦσα λίτραν μύρου νάρδου πιστικῆς πολυτίμου ἤλειψεν το��ς πόδας τοῦ Ἰησοῦ καὶ ἐξέμαξεν ταῖς θριξὶν αὐτῆς τοὺς πόδας αὐτοῦ· ἡ δὲ οἰκία ἐπληρώθη ἐκ τῆς ὀσμῆς τοῦ μύρου. 4 Λέγει δὲ Ἰούδας ὁ Ἰσκαριώτης εἷς [ἐκ] τῶν μαθητῶν αὐτοῦ, ὁ μέλλων αὐτὸν παραδιδόναι· 5 διὰ τί τοῦτο τὸ μύρον οὐκ ἐπράθη τριακοσίων δηναρίων καὶ ἐδόθη πτωχοῖς;

My translation: 

3 Then Mariam, after taking a pound of valuable myrrh of pure nard, anointed the feet of Yeshua and wiped his feet with her hair; and the house was filled of the smell of the myrrh. 4 And Judas the Iscariot, one of his disciples, the one about to give him over, says, 5 “On what account was this myrrh not sold for three hundred denarii and given to poor people?” 

Notes:

12:3 

Consult good commentaries for the possible identification of this story with the similar ones in Mark 14 and Luke 7. ICC & CGT conclude that Mary of Bethany is the anointer in all three stories, but that they refer to two distinct events, the present anointing of John 12 being a planned reproduction of the earlier, spontaneous one. This conclusion explains several of the oddities of the episode, including that: Mary apparently had no access to a towel in Martha’s home, that the feet were anointed (rather than the head), and that the oil was wiped off (EGGNT). 

οὖν is transitional (“Then”, NIV, NET, HCSB). 

ἡ Μαριὰμ is the subject of the main aorist verbs below. 

The feminine 2nd aorist participle λαβοῦσα (from λαμβάνω) is temporal-antecedent (“after taking”) with the two main aorist verbs below. 

ἡ λίτρα (2x, both in John) is, “a (Roman) pound” (BDAG), equivalent to 327 grams or 12 ounces, the origin of (though not the equivalent of) the English liter; NIV: “about a pint”; NET: “three quarters of a pound”. μύρου (“ointment, perfume”; see note on 11:2) is a genitive of content with λίτραν, which is the direct object of the participle above. 

ἡ νάρδος (2x) refers to the (spike)nard plant of India from which an aromatic oil is derived. The genitive νάρδου is a genitive of material after μύρον above. 

The adjective πιστικός (2x) is, “genuine, unadulterated” (BDAG); most translations: “pure”. The word may derive from ἡ πίστις, “trustworthy”, but ZG suggests the term derives etymologically from the Aramaic word for pistachio and indicating the base of the perfume. The feminine πιστικῆς modifies ἡ νάρδος above. 

The adjective πολύτιμος (3x) is, “very precious, valuable” (BDAG), from πολύς + ἡ τιμή “price, value, worth”. NASB: “very costly”; NIV, NET, NASB: “expensive”. The two-termination adjective is the same in the genitive whether feminine or neuter, so πολυτίμου could modify either ἡ νάρδος (the word order lends toward this) or τό μύρον (so most translations). 

ἡ Μαριὰμ above is the subject of the aorist ἤλειψεν (from ἀλείφω “I anoint”; see note on 11:2). τοὺς πόδας, modified by possessive genitive τοῦ Ἰησοῦ, is the direct object of ἀλείφω. 

ἡ Μαριὰμ is also the subject of the aorist ἐξέμαξεν (from ἐκμάσσω “I wipe, dry”; see note on 11:2). ταῖς θριξὶν (“hair”; see note on 11:2), modified by possessive genitive αὐτῆς referring to Mary, is an instrumental dative. τοὺς πόδας, modified by by possessive genitive αὐτοῦ referring to Jesus, is the direct object of the verb. 

ἡ οἰκία is the subject of the aorist passive ἐπληρώθη (from πληρόω). 

ἡ ὀσμή (6x) is, “odor, smell, fragrance” (BDAG), from ὄζω “I emit a smell” (cf. 11:39). The passive of πληρόω with its object (the thing doing the filling) takes a variety of constructions in the NT, usually πληρόω + genitive (cf. Acts 13:52, Rom. 15:14, 2 Tim. 1:4) but sometimes the object is in the dative (cf. 2 Cor. 7:4), accusative (Col. 1:9), or ἐν + dative (Eph 5:18). Here alone is πληρόω followed by the preposition ἐκ (although Mt. 23:25 uses ἐκ this way with synonym γέμω). ἐκ τῆς ὀσμῆς is properly partitive, but is equivalent to a genitive of content. The genitive τοῦ μύρου modifies τῆς ὀσμῆς and denotes source. 

12:4 

The subject of the historical present λέγει (from λέγω) is Ἰούδας. The articular ὁ Ἰσκαριώτης (variant spelling of Ἰσκαριώθ) stands in apposition to Ἰούδας (prob. meaning, “Judas, the Keriothite”), in apposition to which stands the numeral εἷς modified by the partitive prepositional phrase [ἐκ] τῶν μαθητῶν αὐτοῦ, in apposition to which stands the substantival present participle ὁ μέλλων (from μέλλω; NRSV, HCSB: “who was about to”; NET: “who was going to”; NIV: “who was to”; NASB: “intending to”). αὐτὸν, referring to Jesus, is the direct object of the present infinitive παραδιδόναι (from παραδίδωμι) which is complementary with μέλλω. 

12:5 

διὰ τί is, “On account of what?”, “Why?”, modifying the main verb ἐπράθη below. 

πιπράσκω (9x) is, “I sell”. The near demonstrative pronoun τοῦτο is attributive with τὸ μύρον (“ointment, perfume”; see note on 11:2) which is the subject of the negated 2nd aorist passive οὐκ ἐπράθη. 

The numeral τριακόσιοι is, “three hundred”, from τρεῖς (gen. τρία) + ἑκατόν (17x) “one hundred”, which turns into root -κος in multiples (see note on 6:7). τριακοσίων is attributive with δηναρίων (“denarius”; see note on 6:7) which is a genitive of price.  The unexpressed subject of the aorist passive ἐδόθη (from δίδωμι) is the 300 denarii; NRSV, NIV, NET: “the money”. The substantival πτωχοῖς (“to poor people”) is the indirect object of the verb.

#John #John 12 #Mary #JEsus #Judas #Judas Iscariot

[fardell24b]

Church notes - 18th November 2022

18th Communion 1 Corinthians 11:22 - 23

Sermon Isaiah 9:1 - 7 John 14:12:4 - 6 John 1:4, 5 John 12:35, 36 John 3:19

Isaiah 9:6

Joy

Philippians 4:4

Light and Dark

Isaiah 9 Promise of a Saviour

John 8:12 Jesus is our hope and light.

Darkness Distress Fearful Gloom People live in circumstances of darkness.

But Jesus shines a light into our circumstances.

John 3:19

When we follow Jesus He lights our way.

#1 corinthians #1 corinthians 11 #advent #church #gospel of john #isaiah #isaiah 9 #john 1 #john 12 #john 14 #john 3 #john 8 #joy #philippians #philippians 4

[melvingaines]

Live Stream Sunday School - June 18, 2023

John 12:37-50 (Part 2)

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[babydollmarauders]

MARSHMALLOW — JOHN MARINO

john marino x fem!reader

12 DAYS OF KINKMAS

summary: in which y/n and her boyfriend get up to no good at the Devils christmas party

warnings: NSFW CONTENT, alcohol, cussing, extreme domination, heavy degradation, oral (m receiving), p in v (unprotected), i think that’s all? (3.6k words)

notes: welcome to day 4 of the 12 days of kinkmas! this is quite possibly the most degrading smut i’ve written so far, so if you ignore the warnings and go ahead and read it anyways, don’t come crying to me if you didn’t like it <3

“oh c’mon Johnny!”

Jack’s grating voice floats over the rest of the noise that bounces throughout the captain’s apartment, his hands gripping John’s shoulders as he shakes the boy from behind.

“you don’t wanna take a body shot off your smokin’ girlfriend?”

John’s head whips around to look at his teammate, a scowl resting on his face, “don’t call my girlfriend smokin’.”

“is she not?” Jack laughs, wiggling his eyebrows at the older boy.

“of course she is,” John states, shrugging Jack’s hands off his shoulders, “but you don’t get to think so.”

i roll my eyes at my boyfriend’s possessive nature, slinking closer to his figure, which stands besides the empty kitchen island.

“alright, alright,” Jack caves, “but if you won’t take the shot, someone else will.”

i can practically see the gears turning in John’s head, his eyes flickering between me and Jack.

“no, they will not.” i chime in. my hands come to rest on the defenseman’s chest, slowly traveling up to his shoulders before locking behind his neck.

“nobody else’s lips or tongue are coming anywhere near my body, baby.” i assure him, pulling his head down until his lips are mere inches from mine. “if you don’t want to, that’s okay. but you’re the only one allowed to touch me.”

“damn right, i am.” John gruffs, his eyes darkening as he pulls away. he pats the empty counter. “hop up, beautiful.”

a sultry grin pulls at my lips, hastily following his orders and pulling myself up onto the counter.

the kitchen full of hockey players cheer, any wives and girlfriends whistling as i pull my tank top off, leaving me in only a dark red bralette.

John’s hand connects lightly with my collarbone, gingerly pushing me backwards until the heated skin of my back makes contact with the cold marble countertop.

a shiver rolls down my spine, one side of his lips quirking up into a smirk. he takes hold of the ziploc bag of crushed peppermint candy cane from the counter, sprinkling a small bit on my sternum between my breasts.

Jack hands me a mini marshmallow from the bag in his hands, whilst Dawson hands his friend a shot glass of luke-warm cocoa with peppermint vodka.

“THREE!” the crowded kitchen counts down and i stick my tongue out, placing the mini marshmallow near the tip of my tongue.

“TWO!” John readies, shaking out any nerves as he prepares to down the muddy brown liquid.

“ONE!” i blink up at my boyfriend.

“GO!”

John clinks the shot glass against the counter before throwing the cocoa back into his mouth in one big gulp. his head dips down, his wet tongue dragging up my cleavage, collecting the crushed candy cane.

a shaky breath passes my lips, resisting the urge to throw my head back in pleasure at the feeling of his tongue and hot breath against my skin.

his face pops into my view as his tongue presses against mine prior to capturing it between his lips, sucking the marshmallow off of my tongue.

my eyelids flutter closed, eyes rolling back in my head. he releases my tongue, hastily transforming the movement into a deep kiss, his lips locking with mine before he pulls away.

Jack and Dawson shout, shaking their friend around as he smiles goofily.

“fuck yeah, Johnny!”

John rolls his eyes playfully, shaking his friends off. he steps back over to the counter while i sit back up, my legs hanging over the edge of the counter.

his hands wrap around my hips, lifting me off the surface and placing my feet back on the ground. he swiftly grabs my discarded tank top off the counter, shoving it into his back pocket as i press my chest to his.

“Johnny.” i breathe out to grasp his attention. he looks back down at me, his sight ripping away from Jack to find me gazing up at him.

my eyes are dark, pupils blown and breathing heavy as i sink my teeth into my bottom lip.

“baby,” he drags out, voice dropping in warning.

“that was so hot.” i whisper, lust dripping from my words as my hips push against him, his semi-hard bulge pressing against my pelvis; letting me note that the experience was just as sexy for him as it was for me.

“we’re at Nico’s.” he reminds me quietly, his lips grazing my ear.

“he won’t notice.” i state, my head nodding over to where his captain stands, immersed in conversation with Timo.

John scans the kitchen, finding everyone minding their own business, talking amongst themselves and paying no attention to us.

“fuck.” he curses, his hand grasping my own. he yanks my arm, pulling me out of the kitchen, down the hall to Nico’s guest room.

he shoves me into the room, slamming the door behind him. he steps closer, fingers digging into my waist as he spins us around, my back harshly meeting the door. his lips crash against mine, my hands holding onto his shoulders, straining on my tiptoes in order for my lips to meet his.

his tongue swipes across the seam of my lips, one hand sliding down to squeeze my ass, pulling at one cheek and making me gasp. he takes the chance to shove his tongue past my lips, tangling with mine while he uses his grip on my ass to pull me closer, his quickly hardening erection brushing against my heat.

i can feel my dampening panties stick to my core, making me let out a whine at the feeling.

John rips away, red swollen lips brushing against mine. he walks backwards, pulling his shirt over his head, throwing it onto the floor.

i follow after him until he stops near the end of the bed, hooking my fingers into the front of his jeans.

“on your knees, sweetheart.” he demands, taking pleasure in the way i immediately drop down in front of him.

his eyes darken, biting his bottom lip as he stares down at me. his fingers drop down to the button of his jeans, slipping the metal through the hole and unzipping before he pulls them down, his boxer briefs falling down with them.

his cock springs free, nearly slapping against his abdomen, tip red and angry, precum beading at the slit.

my thighs clench together, my mouth salivating at the sight.

“look at you,” he tsk’s, shaking his head. “such a fucking whore, clenching your thighs together.”

his hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back to look into his eyes and drawing a gasp from my lips.

“so horny, just from a fucking body shot.” he gruffs, “bet you’re fucking soaking. aren’t you?”

i mewl, nodding my head shortly.

“that’s what i thought.” he huffs in disapproval. “such a slut, i bet you would get worked up like this if anyone did that shot, wouldn’t you?”

he gives me no chance to answer before he speaks again.

“hmm? you’d get this worked up if fucking Nate did that shot, wouldn’t you?” he yanks at my hair again, my jaw falling open as my eyes roll back, shaking my head. “words, slut.”

“no.” i whimper, “no, no. just you. only you, Johnny.”

he hums in approval, his grip loosening in order to pet my fallen hair out of my face sweetly.

“yeah? prove it.” he croons, “suck my cock.”

my hand wraps around the base of his length, squeezing, and i begin to pump him slowly. my lips fall back open, my tongue lolling out as i lick up the underside of his cock, tracing the bulging vein that rests there.

when i get to his tip, he shoves my head down lightly, urging me to take him in.

“shit.” he curses as i slide him into my mouth, my warm tongue flattening on the underside of him as i relax my throat, bobbing my head. my hand stays wrapped around him, jerking what i can’t fit.

with each bob, his tip hits the back of my throat, coaxing a gag out of me amidst his moans.

the sound of christmas music and loud conversations still float through the crack under the locked door, covering our noise from the world outside of this room.

i peer up through my lashes, finding his chin tilted down, his eyes set on me. his jaw is slack, and i run my free hand over the ridges on his abs, feeling them tense under my fingertips.

a mix of saliva and precum drools from my lips, providing lubrication for his cock to slip farther with each head bob.

i pull off of him with a pop, my tongue darting out to lick his tip before my lips close around it, sucking gently while my tongue swirls.

his gasp is like music to my ears, his grasp on my hair tightening, pulling a moan from my throat. the vibrations travel up his cock, making it twitch, and he lets out a loud groan.

his hand slides around to cup my cheek, forcing me to look up at him again as my hair falls to frame my face.

“you think you can take it all, baby?” my lips leave his tip, my hand still jerking him, and i nod. his thumb traces my bottom lip as he speaks again. “yeah? you think you can be a good girl for me?”

i nod again and he takes my consent. his hand goes back to holding my hair up in a makeshift ponytail as he pushes my head further down, and i relax my throat, letting him thrust in until my nose touches his pubic bone.

i focus on breathing through my nose as he stills, basking in the feeling, but the moment quickly falls when i begin to gag. he uses his grip on my hair to pull me off of him, watching me as tears roll down my cheeks.

“again.” i whisper, my voice hoarse from the abuse of my throat.

“you sure?” his eyes are soft, but as i nod, they darken once more. he guides himself back into my mouth, making quick work of thrusting this time. rather than stilling, he begins to fuck my face.

moans pour from his lips, his head falling back in pleasure.

“you’re so good.” he hisses. “just a cock hungry little whore for me, aren’t you?”

i hum in agreement around his cock and his hips begin to stutter, his guiding of my head quickly stopping as he pulls me off of him for the last time.

i look up at him and his hands lock at the nape of my neck, tugging me up into a bruising kiss.

my body falls against his, my lips parting, and he slips his tongue in, tangling it with mine. my hands explore his body, smoothing along his bare chest and up to his shoulders.

“tell me what you want.” he speaks against my lips, his tongue flicking across them. “you want me to fuck you like the whore you are, right?

“you want me to use you for my pleasure; fuck you dumb until all you can scream is my name.”

his words go straight to my core, only making me wetter. a whimper resonates from my throat, a smirk growing on his lips at the sound.

“i need you to say yes, baby.” he lays kisses up my throat, leaving wet marks in his wake, until he reaches my ear. his lips ghost my outer ear as he whispers. “i need to know you want it before i treat you like the dumb, drippy little cock whore that you are.”

a shaky breath passes my split lips, my jaw relaxed as he continues his attack against my neck.

“i want it.” i tremble at his touch; his hands trailing up my hot skin. “i want it so bad, John.”

he pulls away, leaving goosebumps littering my body at the loss of his touch.

“strip for me.”

John takes a seat on the bed, staring at me with watchful eyes, and i’m suddenly insecure under his gaze.

my hands shake as i pull my bralette over my head, my pebbled nipples hitting the cold air and causing chills to wrack my body.

his eyes lock on my breasts for a moment before dragging down my body, watching as i pull my skirt down my body, my panties being dragged down with it.

his hand reaches out to pull me toward him, between his spread legs, and my hands thread into the hair at the nape of his neck.

he leans forward, pressing a kiss to my stomach. he trails up my body, leaving wet kisses in his wake. his lips follow a path between my breasts, agonizingly slow until he reaches my neck.

he nips at my skin, sucking and dragging his tongue over the spot before he pulls away, blowing cool air against the spot and making me squirm in his grip.

he stands, twisting me in his arms before spinning us around so my knees hit the edge of the mattress. he gives me a shove, bending me over the bed, and i brace myself on my forearms, my ass brushing against his dick.

“you’re glistening for me.” he remarks.

i jolt as his fingers swipe through my slick folds, spreading my wetness around my cunt, and he chuckles lowly when i cry out as he thrusts a thick digit into me suddenly.

“Johnny.” i sob out, rolling my hips down against his hand.

“god, you’re so fucking needy.” he grunts, pulling his hand away and making me groan in want. “i’m gonna ruin you.”

his hand closes around the front of my throat, his other wrapping around the base of his cock, guiding it through my moisture. my back arches when his tip hits against my swollen clit, a broken whimper dropping from my lips when he shoves into me.

“shhh, be a good girl and take this dick.” his grip on my throat tightens, his other hand grasping my waist.

he uses his touch to anchor himself as he pounds into me, his tip hitting repeatedly against my g-spot.

he swiftly hooks an arm around my leg, bringing it up to kneel on the bed in order to open my pussy even further for him.

tears already prick my eyes but this new angle brings a high pitched moan from my lips, my face falling forward and hair dropping down. my arms feel weak, shaking underneath me.

“this pussy was made for me. made for me to use; to get myself off in.” John’s voice is tight and strained, his hips slapping against my ass as he speaks. “say it.”

“i-it-” i stutter, struggling to speak over the sounds of his cock thrusting into my wetness.

“i-i-i-” he mocks me. his hand from my throat drops down to roughly squeeze my breast, “have i fucked you dumb already?”

“it was made for you.” i squeak out, back arching again as he twists and pinches at my nipple, “my pussy is yours to use.”

he drops down, his sweaty chest pressing against my back, his lips pressing against the nape of my neck before he brings them to my ear.

“good girl.”

he stands back to his full height, hands on my waist, using his grip to push me forward and pull me back onto his dick, moving me with his thrusts; manhandling me like his own personal sex doll.

“touch yourself.” he orders, “rub your clit like the needy little whore that you are.”

my hand dips down between my legs, making my upper half press into the mattress, and my middle finger slowly begins to rub the puffy bundle of nerves.

John gives my ass a harsh smack, coaxing a scream to bubble up my throat, and he hastily leans forward, shoving his fingers in my mouth.

“unless your screaming my name, you shut your damn mouth. do you wanna get caught?” he hisses.

“i- no- i-” i babble around his fingers, and he shoves them slightly deeper against my tongue.

“jesus, i really have fucked you dumb.” he spits, “i said to shut your mouth, do you understand?”

i nod my head as best as i can with it pressed into the mattress.

“good.” his thrusts speed up, urging my finger on my clit to rub faster, and i can feel a familiar pit forming in my lower stomach.

repeated murmurs of his name frantically form in my mouth around his fingers, my eyes rolling back and my body twitching as i clench around him.

“don’t come.” he demands, and i whimper as i try and hold back. “i’m close. don’t you dare fucking come.”

the pressure builds, tears falling from my eyes and onto the bed sheets as i try and hold back my release.

he fucks into me rapidly, losing his rhythm as his hips stutter, his dick twitching inside of me.

“come.” his one word spurs me to finally let go, my toes curling against the carpeted floor and my breath hitching in my throat as i finally release on his cock.

his cum spurts out in ropes, covering my insides and making further squelches as he fucks me through our orgasms. his fingers dig into my waist, surely leaving bruises, and a grunt leaves his clenched jaw.

he thrusts a few more times before pulling out, the empty feeling making me whine.

his hands begin slowly caressing up and down my back in comforting lines.

“hey.” he coos, using his strength to lift my frail figure off the bed. my legs wobble as i stand and he spins me around to face him.

his eyes are soft, filled with love and the familiar sense of home that i’m used to.

“are you okay, baby?” his hand cups my cheek, his thumb dragging to wipe the drool from around my mouth. i hum, nodding my head softly. “did i hurt you?”

i shake my head and he shakes his in return.

“i need words, beautiful. reassurance.” his voice is gentle, and he presses a light kiss to my forehead.

“you didn’t hurt me, Johnny. i’m okay.” i assure him and a small smile plays at his lips.

“how are you feeling?”

“good,” i start before adding, “sticky.”

he laughs and a grin spreads across my face at the melodic sound.

“let’s clean you up, and then you can decide if you wanna go home or go back out to the party.”

he guides me to the en-suite bathroom, gathering a few cottonelle wipes from the pack on the back of the toilet, and i bend over the counter, wiping the mascara smudges from around my eyes as he cleans me up from behind.

“you’re so beautiful.” he whispers, my still bare ass pressing against him as he leans forward to drop kisses along the tops of my shoulders. “i love you. you know that, right?”

i nod, peering back at him with puckered lips. he locks his lips with mine, twisting my body around mid-kiss in order to wrap his arms around my waist, locking them at the small of my back.

“i love you too, John.” i utter against his lips and he pulls away to give me a wide smile. i scrunch my nose at him, his head dropping back down to rub his nose against mine.

“let’s get dressed.” i nod, leading the way back to the bedroom, and we get redressed, John finally returning my tank top from earlier in the night.

“do you wanna go home?” he asks me once we’re fully clothed.

“no.” i shake my head, my hand resting on the wrist of his hand which cups my cheek. “let’s go back out and celebrate the holidays with our friends.”

“and then, when we finally do get home, we can take a bath.” i add, making him nod.

“whatever you want, love.”

his hand slips down to hold mine as he unlocks the bedroom door, opening it up and slipping back out into the still wild party.

“ayo! there you are!” Jack cheers as we find him in the living room, wrapping an arm around John’s shoulders. “was beginning to think you guys left with an irish goodbye to go home and fuck.”

John chuckles with Jack, shaking his head.

“nah, we’ve been around.” he assures his shorter teammate.

he slings his arm around my shoulders, my hand still holding his, and i peek over to look at Nico, who stands quietly next to Dawson, who speaks a mile a minute in his captains ear.

Nico finds my gaze, raising his eyebrows and smirking over the top of his beer bottle. my face flushes in embarrassment and fear that he knew what happened in his guest bedroom, but then his eyes dart to the side towards Dawson and i realize he’s giving me a ‘get a load of this guy’ look.

i giggle, burying myself further into John’s side, who gazes down at me mid-conversation and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“so, y/n,” Luke sidles up next to me, a spiked eggnog in his hand as he escapes the never ending flow of words that come from his older brothers mouth. “have fun?”

my head whips over to look at the young defenseman, a smirk resting on his lips. i tell myself that he’s just making conversation, asking if i’m having fun at the party, but then his eyes flicker between me and the hallway that houses the doors to the bedrooms and blood rushes to my cheeks.

fuck.

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