#thirst for god

[malkahpariyz]

When You’re Truly Great, It’s a Burden…

But you bear it and endure it, because it is for God, when it is true greatness… and true greatness is not easy to bear or be.

One thing I will always prioritize and emphasize when I become who YAHUAH is making me. Is that the glory be to Him for all I am. All you see before you. All of my motivation to be this, has been to share His energy with the world through myself that is His holy weapon and His holy beacon of His holy energy.

I never wanted all the praise to go to me when I’m on stage. I don’t want people to praise me. I want people to know that even for what you see ME doing, the praise goes to Him for it.

That’s what it is to truly serve God no matter what type of music you make, so long as it is in the nature of YAHUAH and what He told you to do with it all. To serve Him. Even if in an unorthodox way.

This is what it is to be a true disciple of YAH and Yahusha (Jesus). Yahusha performed miracles and in those moments wanted people to know that all He does and all you see Him capable of is because of His Father in Heaven.

Even if people love me as artist, I want them to love me for what and who I represent, which is YAHUAH and make sure that you understand I am a beacon of Him and you praise Him for the gifts I share with you all. Because they all came from Him and I am nothing without Him. I cannot grace this stage without Him.

He picked me to serve Him in extraordinary ways because of my humility and modesty. Because I don’t actually want the stage to be mine. Because I genuinely don’t want the glory to be mine. Because I don’t want the fame or fortune. Because I actually hate the industry. I literally just want to sing, and I have an unexplainable hunger and thirst to serve Him with it ALL.

So many people who been knew of my gifts are probably wondering why I took so long.. it wasn’t me it was Him. It’s been on His timing. And every time I wanted to quit, He literally would not let me. I wanted to quit life itself and He would not let me, and that’s when I knew for sure He called me to do all I had set course to do. When I realized it was this task, that was the only thing keeping me alive. I didn’t need any other confirmation. When it was my sheer desire to serve Him alone, the foreshadowing of self loathing that comes from letting Him down, that would not let me stop or quit. That is when I knew. This is not just a dream or aspiration. God knows how I feel about Him and the gifts He gave me and He wants the world to know too. He wants to use me. I felt it in my spirit as early as 3 years old. I knew then I didn’t need anyone to understand why I sing. Because He told me to do it.

What some may have noticed but didn’t know is that I had to force myself to be in the spotlight. I’m still having to force it, and teach myself to be on display because I don’t want to be seen, but He wants me to be seen, because I’m not about me. I’m about Him. And for Him I have to be in the spotlight and it’s hard to be because I don’t like the attention on me, although it will be for the sake of Him. But I don’t like when people’s attention are on me, and I know the real reason I do what I do is for Him and it was never about me being seen or noticed or praised for me. And I sing for Him. It comes with the territory of a superstar but my main goal is to make sure people know why I’m here on stage and it’s not because of me, it’s because of Him (YHWH). He wants me to feel the fulfillment of the love exchange that is performing in song, accept the love I receive and give it right back to the people in the crowd, but knowing full well, preaching full well, and showing full well that it is for Him why I do this and how I do this.

I am nothing without Him. And my musical gifts are nothing without Him. Knowing this full well. Is why I will be great. Because my greatness lies in Him. Because in every step, the glory will be to Him for all that I am. I am made great only to serve Him with this greatness. Without His purpose in me I would be nothing. He chose me, and blessed me for His purposes. That is why I am GREAT. He is the only reason.

Even if I make a point to captivate the people with all He gave me, it’ll be for Him. It will be to call attention to the piece of Him that is in me, not myself. Making sure they praise Him for what they see in me. He gets the glory.

So with that, everybody who riding with me, ride with me forreal. Because truly being for YAH is not an easy task at all. And the greatest things take many many trials and tribulations, and much more time than expected.

I need only what is true and real around me right now.

Most people don’t realize that it is not a bragging or boasting moment to be great or even to affirm your greatness…when it is true greatness involved. All those who are truly great know that it is great pain that comes with it & moments of affirmation are sent by God to remind us why we endure, and to keep us going on a path that is filled with obstacles most people cannot survive.

God gives His greatest and toughest tests and tasks, to His most important and faithful servants.

Being chosen doesn’t mean I’m better than anyone, it actually means I got it the hardest. But at the same time it is a blessing unto me to suffer for the Lord YAH (God) and His purposes.

HALLELUYAH 💕

#GloryToGod

#Greatness

#PurposeInYAH

[gillotto]

He’s supposed to be studying.

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[yeslordmyking]

John 7:37-38 — Today's Verse for Thursday, August 3, 2023

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

Okay look, I know people are gonna characterize Aventurine as the kind of yandere that manipulates everything behind the scenes and is always coming up with ways to try and make his darling unable to rely on anyone but him. But honestly? I can see him as the desperate needy type who needs to have your attention on him, he NEEDS to be the only man you'll ever want and look at, and GOD, he just desperately needs you to own him in his entirety.

He'll do anything to keep your attention on him and make sure that you at least will keep him around long enough for him to enact his plans of keeping you by his side. You want a dog who does whatever you say and will crawl on hands and knees for your amusement? You want a pretty little toy that you can break over and over? You want him to take the lead and make you unable to think or walk anymore? He'll do it, he'll do whatever you want, he'll do anything to keep your attention on him until he can make you his.

[asmobeuses]

Someone get the horse tranquilizer before I climb this man like a jungle gym.

[vickihinze]

MIRACLES EVERYWHERE by Vicki Hinze

For the last few years, along with many others, I have prayed often for our nation. It is easy to see that there is a hunger and a thirst for God in our lives.  So many are lost, lonely, desperate, and hurting. His presence and touch on us all is sorely needed. There are those who sense that presence or touch in a myriad of ways.  But there are also those who do not.  They are starving for…

[obsesssedblerd]

thinking about toji softly smiling down at you and asking, "you still mad at me, baby?" while fucking you in a mating press and chuckling when you don't answer because it feels too good and you can't even form thoughts, let alone words.

[bondagebimbo]

the camera flash reveals all when you’re a fkn dumbass 🫠💀

[lalunanymph]

caged little birdie (m) — naoya

being naoya's wife comes with a rigid set of rules you can never escape from: always three steps behind him, never look him in the eye when he's talking to you, and the worst one of all—your pleasure kept under his lock and key

warnings: DARK CONTENT, misogyny, chastity belt, forced chastity, naoya is a sexy walking red flag, tease and denial, dubcon, [o]rgasm control, 🐱 inspection, the zen'in's archaic marriage views, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, ruined [o]rgasms, breeding, naoya deserves a punch tbh

"Is it too tight, wife?"

His odious voice purred in your ear, drawing shivers of distaste rippling down your spine.

Slim fingers tugged on the belt around your hips teasingly, driving the metal ridge to grind on your aching clit. A hitched exhale escaped past your clenched teeth, and behind you, his predatory grin grew wider.

"Or, shall I tighten it even more?"

You refused to answer him, keeping your eyes steadfastly hedged onto a spot beyond his shoulder.

"Wife?" Naoya taunted, his broad chest puffing with latent power and disapproval for your little protest. "I am speaking to you."

Your abject misfortune was to be blamed when your life was exchanged for your hand in marriage to Naoya Zen'in.

As one of the oldest clans in the jujutsu world, your family had grown power hungry; drunk on the idea of land, wealth and luck when they sold off their only daughter to Naobito's heir.

Those archaic bastards' code of conduct was simple: women were meant to be seen and not heard. Bred and not respected. Controlled and watched.

Your father had even suggested to blacken your teeth, but fortunately for you (the only sliver of fortune you could think about), the young master Zen'in was not a fan of such a dated practice.

Instead, his choice of control was far more insidious than your most perverted thoughts could conjure.

Jinichi's wife—Imora—was the first one who had introduced you to the thin, metallic belt every Zen'in men gave their wives.

She wore hers with pride and a tinge of red in the apples of her cheeks.

It helps keep me focus on master Jinichi, she mused, smoothing down her kimono skirt. Anything that keeps my thoughts from pleasing him is not something I would want to entertain.

Horror inscribed your features, but with your previous world gone up in flames, this was your reality now—there was nothing you could do to fight back against this unwilling chapter in your life.

This was the burden you had to carry to make sure your family name was well-preserved. Even at the expense of your dignity and sanity.

"Wife—"

Growing ill with his grating voice, you nodded. "It fits perfectly, husband."

The poisonous note in your voice didn't serve to dissuade him. In fact, it got him harder—looking for more ways to tease and rile you up.

"You know, my brother told me ever since he belted his wife, she's been all over him like a bitch in heat," he drawled, skittering his fingers over your bare waist. You flexed your fingers, fighting to keep them from closing into fists. Patiently waiting for this torture to be over.

The heat of his broad chest nearly turned you dizzy, the expanse of skin pressing to the softness of your own bare back. It was still early in the morning and Naoya had not yet changed into his standard dark blue kimono and white shirt—just in his hakama pants and arrogant disposition.

"I wonder," his lips were now at the juncture of your neck, puffs of hot breath drawing gooseflesh down your spine. "How this pretty little caged birdie will react if I did this?"

Before you could ask him what he was planning to do, you heard the belt unlock.

The coolness of the room air was second to your syrupy gasp—frightening you with how freeing and open you felt now that there wasn't a ridge of metal in between your legs.

Clanging to the floor, Naoya barely paid attention to the noise the chastity belt made—eager to part your folds and drink in the sight of your swollen clit.

"How long has it been, wife?"

The warm press of his palm cradled your womb. "Since you last came," he added, after sensing your stunned silence.

"Two weeks ago" you mumbled, hiding your face behind your hair. Doing everything you could to not be noticed by him. "Before we got married," you added as an afterthought.

"Hmm."

His chest vibrated with the force of his stuffy hum, and you flinched when he grazed two fingers across your mound.

Taking what was his without any regard for your comfort, Naoya spread your folds apart, using the tip of his ring finger to gently prod and tap on your clit.

The ache that simple touch set off in your body was unnerving—more so compared to the whimper you expelled when he started to circle and rub the swollen nub.

Pleasure, searing hot and bursting at the seams, exploded across your body like a lightning strike. Every inch of your skin felt like you were on fire; how sensitive and receptive you were to his touches nearly drove you to your knees to dissolve in reckless sobs.

You unwittingly clamped one hand around his wrist, not to push him away or encourage him, but to anchor around the dizzying curlicues he set off in your cotton-headed thoughts.

"Fuck," Naoya's curse brushed the hypersensitive skin of your shoulder with blatant arousal. "You're dripping for me."

Casting one look to in between your trembling thighs, you nearly cried out at the sight of your traitorous pussy leaving strings of slick and rings of cream around his long fingers.

Fuck, fuck. Cursing your body's blatant betrayal, you tried to gain control of the situation again, forcing your scattered thoughts to focus on loathing the man behind you.

But, it was all wasted effort.

One could never bite the hand that fed them, and you weren't able to hate Naoya, not when he was bringing you blistering pleasure just from his fingers alone.

Your saccharine cry of pleasure bounced across the room, no doubt filtering past the thin shoji doors where the poor servants could overhear.

Naoya was quick to clamp his free hand around your mouth; other hand busy taking his time to build up your climax with those infuriating digits.

He patted the thin hair coating your pubes, pulled your hood back lightly to tap tap tap his index on your engorged clit. All the while he sucked sloppy kisses on your neck, lost in the scent of vanilla drifting from your skin and hair.

Your eyes were rolling into the back of your skull, the whites glimmering in the weak morning rays. Naoya felt a bloom of heat crest past his masculine urge to decimate your self-control, fully rearing up to claim you.

But, he was pushing it too soon.

He had to make sure to be the one in control; the one steering this marriage.

With a heavy heart and even heavier balls, he popped his fingers out of your heat, wiping the slick off on your thigh.

You had slumped back against his chest, and a tiny spark of satisfaction ignited right in his core from your little lapse of stoicism. It seemed you needed him as much as he did, in this instance.

Through the fog of your mind, you felt the metal biting into your skin; heard the tiny click as Naoya locked you back again.

There was nothing that could prepare you for how much you ached after that; every part of you was throbbing—the spot in between your legs, your thrumming pulse. You were nothing more than sensation, wrecked apart by your husband's simple touch.

Devastated eyes charted the path of your chastity belt's key disappearing into his pocket, and Naoya grunted.

"I'll see you tomorrow at the same time for the same inspection, wife."

Your heart sank. How long could you take this torture?

Glancing down at the thin strip of metal allowing just the tip of your clit to peek through, you had to fight back a sob.

It seems like there was no answer to your startling predicament.

Naoya had not expected you to corner him right after dinner.

Your heated cheeks and twisting fingers spoke volumes of your anxiety, and he let you stew in those thoughts, completely charmed by how you were struggling to string together a coherent sentence.

"Imora..." you trailed off, unable to look him in the eye. "Imora-chan told me that she suspects she's pregnant. Master Jinichi—your brother—did the same thing y-you're doing. To me. And I... I want to be like her."

Naoya's heart twisted right in his chest. His disbelief was tamed down by a cruel sneer, attempting to free past his spiked excitement.

"I do not understand what you mean, wife."

The area you both were in was fairly filled with people, and he sensed every ear of the estate on his conversation with his lovely wife.

After all, the servants needed to report back to the clan elders on his progress in giving them an heir, and what better way to get the news than from the horse's mouth instead?

You casted a furtive glance around, and gestured for him to follow you.

Rule #1: Always stay three steps behind your husband.

You casually broke it in exchange for piquing his curiosity.

Naoya decided it was best to follow you, and trailed right behind, his sourness at being swept by no match for the smug excitement churning in his gut.

You led him straight to the sake cellars, right underneath the heart of the estate. The well-ventilated room was often checked by the maids, but now with a huge dinner winding down, the servants were all above ground pandering to his family's every need.

He was effectively alone right here with you.

In answer to his earlier inquiry, you stepped forward, undoing the loop of your obi. Naoya observed, expression barely rippling, when you disrobed right in front of him.

His eyes were immediately drawn to how swollen your clit looked trapped in between the metal teeth of the belt. It was accompanied by your pained expression, that one single longing look you shot him going straight to his cock.

"I want to..." you uttered in a hoarse voice, shame brimming in your lower lash line.

Naoya hated how much he enjoyed this—the blip of your demeanour as a cold, calculating Princess giving way to the whore right underneath.

Going exactly as the Zen'in rule had planned.

"Please take off this belt and... and fuck me until I'm pregnant, Naoya-sama."

In a flash, you were pressed right to the cold, brick wall. His jammed the key into the lock, twisting it, and the belt fell right onto the dusty ground, stirring up dust on both your getas.

Naoya's cock was a welcome respite in your neglected heat, your walls fitting around him like a glove; mushroom tip driving straight into your golden spot.

He fucked you like you were a cheap concubine and not his wife—snapping his hips up into your slick pussy with dense force; slipping a hand in between both your bodies to spank and rub your pussy.

The tightening in his abdomen was second to the clenching of your sweet cunt right on his cock; choking him out.

Naoya's lips crashed right onto yours, tongue pinning yours down. Swallowing up every sweet cry you were giving him and branding them with his own course moans of dizzying pleasure.

He didn't stop to check on you, white hot ribbons filling you up and spilling down onto the ground—some of it spattering onto your belt.

Your cry of dismay, of a disappointed Naoya-sama! melted into disbelief when he placed you back onto the ground.

Silly girl, he mused, a smile etched on his lips. He slipped the belt back on while you were recovering from the force of your ruined orgasm, large palm sweeping down your trembling belly and hips with more warmth than he wished to give you.

"Ssh," he consoled you, leaving small pecks on your thighs while he clicked the lock back in place, controlling your pleasure in his grasp once more.

Tears marred your cheeks, and you couldn't help a bitter, shuddering sob.

Naoya felt the slightest stirring of pity for you—his kisses soft yet unapologetic on the nape of your neck.

"You should've known." Was it you, or was his voice tainted with regret? "You should've known what my family does, sweetheart. Why we have so many heirs. It's part of your expectation to fulfil."

You surprised him by having enough of your wits to be able to ask a single question: "Does this mean I am to never experience pleasure from my own husband again?"

Naoya looked you up and down; taking in your flushed cheeks, tight nipples and twitching hips.

"Not exactly," he was honest with you for the first time in this marriage. "When you become pregnant with my child, then I will reward you. But, for now—"

He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you right into his arms to tilt your sweet and honest face up to meet his own cunning smirk.

"For now, you have no choice, darling."

punches him with my lips i hate this sexy misogynistic bastard

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[andersonfilms]

# owen doesn’t know what to with all of that but i do

[allsystemsblue]

(I love Kryptic. Nice dude.)

Hunter is just the definition of a thirst trap, right?

RIGHT?

Right.

[lacebird]

please... i am but a mere mortal woman i literally cannot handle this right now

[yeslordmyking]

Psalm 68:9 — Today's Verse for Wednesday, August 2, 2023

[booperbeanv3]

drawstuck #4: june edition

alt june shirt under cut

i jst thought it would be cute

[mommycity]

Geto is a tummy grabber I fear. It’s such a mindless activity for him: he could be hugging you from behind and, there we are, tummy grab. Driving? Hand on tummy. It isn’t just a resting hand either. He’s gripping the fupa. Geto gets such big heart eyes when he does, a part of him melts feeling the plush weight in his hands. He loves when you wear tight clothing that outlines the puffy part of your stomach; he’s practically salivating waiting to get his hands all over your soft tummy. God knows how bad he just want to see his pale dick dragging against your soft midsection. he aches to cover it all in his cum and lap it up like a dog. His cock jumps just thinking about you riding him, stomach bouncing from all of the motion. The way he’d run his fingers through your stretch marks and then plant his hands on your love handles and squeeze. The curse user is pretty much purring when you let him cuddle your tummy,he relishes the smell of the sacred skin. He doesn’t care what he has to do as long as he can touch your tummy. Geto absolutely needs it