diva. the feelings i have for your fem obey me are feelings i have not felt since before finals season. i have cried tears of joy upon seeing such gorgeous art and felt myself drooling for fictional characters from a game i have not played in years. your art has also made me realise that i am sooooo biased towards women omg i would do anything fem lucifer tells me to and fem belphie would be forgiven for lesson 16 immediately. also somehow you’ve made fem satan so stylish i am in awe.
genuinely the most amazing art i’ve set my eyes on i love it so much please sell me a fem mammon or fem beel or fem satan print actually all of them just give me a number 🥺😭🥰 (im feeling a lot of emotions)
Oml thank you so much im just
Im feeling like im doing my stuff right if yall are drooling over it LMAO I love you so much for this feedback
My fem Satan still needs some work but here's my fem mammon design! Continuing the trend, Levi's next
all the fragrances ive learned about that appeal to me were made in like the fucking 1910s or some niche ass limited release, dawg i just wanna smell good 😭
i still have no fucking idea whats going on btw but i seem to be the only one actively following it. people occasionally comment that its nice prose or warn that it might seem like schizoposting but god i wish someone smarter than me was following this local lex users antics so i know what the hell is happening. he's lost down there in those tunnels, and them ppl are closing in BUT WHO IS HE? WHO ARE THEY? WHAT IS THIS COMPLEX? IS IT EARTH? IS IT ALIVE????
i hate word association sometimes. someone i follow on here has a certain username, in my head thats Their Name, then i open lex and someone on my city has an identical username on Lex. Now everytime i see the blog with the username im picturing the white guy from Lex
It started off as nothing more than a private dance. Nothing special, nothing crazy. Your guy was respectful, he was quiet, sat back in the gaudy leopard printed loveseat and watched what he paid you for. His legs were far and spread, a glass of something dark sat on his knee, his large hand barred over the rim, lazily tracing over his knee with the glass, the liquor swirling around at the bottom from his languid movements.
He watched you attentively, his eyes tracing over your curves and the way you moved to the song he requested, watched your body flow and gyrate so beautifully it made the whole scene feel more classy than what it really was.
And when you had finally turned around, one heel put in front of the other until you stood between his parted legs, he didn’t stiffen, he didn’t get tense or nervous, he just grinned a half lax smile, craning his head up to look at you properly. “You enjoyin’ yourself?” you asked, glittery and glistening like a lace clad angel born from something corrupt and decadent.
He nodded, pursing his lips in a downturned smile, bringing the rim of his drink up to his mouth, taking a sip from it. “As much as anyone could watchin’ a sweet thing like you move.”
You were flattered, and not with the feigned bashful act you usually put on just to get an extra tip out of whatever creep you were entertaining for the night, but actually flattered.
You paused, eyes flickering between his until you suddenly bent down to straddle his lap like an agile cat, the pretty corners of your lips drawing up as you became face to face with him. Your knees sunk into the cushions on either side of his thighs, your arms wrapped around his neck while you sat right atop his bulge, pussy barely covered by the flimsy excuse of a thong you had on.
Deciding to treat him to something you never offer to any of your other clients — access to touch you, to feel you. You heard the quiet but sharp breath he took through his nose, saw how the muscle in his thigh jumped, and you grinned, a stir of excitement beginning to ripple in your lower belly.
You rolled back and forth slowly, letting him feel your warmth envelop his denim covered cock, your clit throbbing at the friction that came with every little buck of your hips. His jaw came down tight, his head falling back with his hands gripped at his sides, one of which holding onto that glass for dear life, not daring to scare you off with his heavy handed touch.
But that wouldn’t do, you wanted him to feel you up, to continue appreciating you the way you wanted to be. You plucked the glass from his hand, setting it on the counter beside him, purposefully pressing your breasts against his chest. When you pulled back, you grabbed his wrists and guided his hands over your hips, molding your smaller hand on top of his, making him indent his fingers into your flesh.
And then…
He had your cheek smushed into the armrest of the loveseat, two thick fingers hooked into your cheek, with his fat cock buried in your cunt, the obscene plap sound only barely concealed by the thumping music just outside the door.
The hot pink lighting in the room made the thong of yours he had wrapped around his fist sparkle, and he chuckled at the sight, tugging on it harder like it was a leash, slamming into you nice and hard.
“You treat all your customers like this? Let them have a joy ride in this lil’ pussy?” he asked through an airy grunt, sliding his fingers from out your mouth to curl all five digits around your jaw until your cheeks squished together, craning down to watch you struggle to speak.
“N-no,” you babbled tearfully, pretty done up eyes now smeared along with your lipstick, shaking your head through his tight grip. “Aw,” he cooed patronizingly, letting you bury your face back into the armrest as he buried himself in you, groaning with relief at the way your cunt fluttered around him. “Makes me feel real special.” he exhaled, slapping a calloused hand into the fat of your ass.
“How much extra to cum inside this little cunt then, sweetheart?”
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a/n : pls accept this while i work on my next aot post >.<
These may be my last words or the last time I write a post about my family, so I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and does not support me with a single word and ignores me.
Days of complete silence have passed, and I'm terrified. I check the campaign link daily, but the amount hasn't changed. Not a single euro. It feels like the world has moved on, but my nephew's pain remains. His surgery is urgent, and so are his medical needs. We're close to closing the gap, but I can't bear this alone anymore. If you have ten or twenty dollars to spare, please help us today. If you don't, your contribution is our only lifeline to reach someone who can help. Please don't ignore someone desperately seeking a lifeline for my orphaned nephew.
We need 700 euros for my nephew's surgery. The operation is in a sensitive area of his body and cannot be delayed. The surgery will determine his future ability to have children, and it must be done as soon as possible while he is still young, before he grows older and suffers greatly, and may also be unable to have children. Please don't leave us alone. Help us! Donate to us!
My nephew is his parents' only child. He lost his father in this genocide in the Gaza Strip and has suffered many traumas in this war. Please don't leave him alone. Donate for his operation. Please donate, donate! 💔😭
If anything bad happens to me or I lose contact with you, please remember that I begged you to donate, even a small amount, or to share my post. I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and doesn't support me with a single word or a small donation, and ignores me.
Guys, someone donated 15 euros, but we still need 685 euros for my nephew's surgery amidst this genocide. I hope everyone who reads my message will donate. Please don't let us down. 💔
This is incorrect. It is AAVE that means respected elder. It is white gen z that twisted it into meaning an older man who is disconnected from the youth. I think @creatingblackcharacters has a post about that but I could be wrong. Sometimes Wiktionary and other dictionary sites may solidify a definition that is more recent than the original, without crediting the original meaning. My understanding is that this happens to Black language and culture all the time.
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