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#His grace
anananass · 6 months
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NSFW Wriothesley x F!Reader ~ ”Don’t be shy”
warning: nsfw
Tags: creampie, begging, praising, rough sorta? Just him being so hot and good istfg!! And probably some other things. He is sweet jesus
summary: the Duke notices you want him to fuck you with a little more spice (it’s 3 am and I do not know what Im doing)
wc: 1,2k
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“Don’t be shy, tell me what you want princess.” The Duke’s hoarse toned words sent shivers down your spine. The sole fact he had been deepening himself inside your soaked folds for the past 20 minutes didn’t help but cause more trouble to you, so much that you slipped a rushed pant as you thought more and more of what you wanted.
Truth be told, you weren’t subtle at all with your desire to feel his hands roam around your stomach until finally gripping you to stay in place. You wanted him to handle you that way so badly but with the way he was ramming inside you, it was so much harder to voice your boiling yearning.
Still, attentive as he usually is, and perhaps a little too infatuated with the sight of you taking him so well, he was quick to notice your body language was gradually changing. Your motions, your squirming beneath him and the way you eyed his rough hands every time they’d move mere inches close to your stomach, it was all there. At first, he took it as nothing more than admiration, a gesture you always do every time he is on top and taking good care of you, however, this time felt different.
Maybe it was the prolonged eye contact you kept and the lustful whiff you gave off, but it didn’t matter anymore. He got the idea as soon as he lingered a pressured digit against the sensitive skin above his favorite area. No matter the case, if that was what you wanted, he would gladly provide, definitely not because he too found that idea as intriguing as you.
To encourage you, he began running his fingers down your chest, further lowering them to your stomach. He even gave you a playful wink followed by another thrust of his member.
Despite that, you still found difficulty in telling him and instead whimpered, hopeful he’d proceed with your wish but this was Wriothesley we are talking about. As much as it made him happy to spoil you, he wanted to hear that sweet beg come out of your pretty, fleshy lips.
The Duke’s lips’ corners curled into a mischievous smile, and upon pressing a forceful yet slow thrust inside you, he leaned closer to you. “Come on, tell me what you want.” He urged you nonchalantly whilst steadily rubbing himself against you despite his deeply buried member. “I want to hear you ask for it.” A faint groan slipped his honey-layered mouth and with it, prolonged eye contact followed.
He was making things so much difficult but at the same time, the lack of friction was making you go crazy, so much that you searched for it yourself. An obvious failure since he was doing nothing but chuckling in your face.
“I want you to grip my waist.” You finally uttered the words now that there was nothing to make you whine like a needy little mess. Your voice was barely above a whisper, and dear god the effect that had on him.
Hearing you ask for that in such a normal yet suave manner had his length pulse within your warm insides. It pushed you to gasp loudly given the slight vibration hit a good spot.
Wriothesley’s eyes widened with pure satisfaction, the tint of lust and adoration growing larger and larger in them. You couldn’t comprehend just how much that was driving him wild, but to your surprise, a simple request wouldn’t be enough. You couldn't just request he does something without stating what should be the consequence of that action.
“And do what?” His grace poked at you more and to add more tension, he rubbed himself against you one more time. It was unbelievable.
“Go wild.” You cried out, shuddering from all the euphoria he was denying you. You were so desperate that you grabbed his arms and dug your nails into his biceps, running your nails down to his forearms until there were red lines all over him.
That was all he needed from you. Oh, what a good girl you were, too good for him. With that, the Duke let out a groaned chuckle after which he lifted his body. You watched him gently placing his hands around your waist, and without any notice, felt his grip tightening around your sides.
“Good Girl.” is the praise that left his mouth before he started pumping in and out again, but with his hands effortlessly holding your body in place so you don’t move from all the force propelling you farther from him.
It was crazy, you could feel him hit it much differently than usual. It was as if his tip was hitting an inner wall that you had no idea about. A sensation so addictive that you began moaning louder and louder with each fierce thrust shoved inside your dripping cunt. But you weren't the only one enjoying this wild ride. The motions were equally addictive to him too, so much so that whenever he felt himself slap a little too hard against your slick folds, he wanted to go even harder.
He was so lost in the momentum that he didn’t know where to pay attention, your lower taking his throbbing length deeper than normal, your breasts jiggling upward and downward thanks to the pressure he was putting in, or you rolling back your eyes as you grabbed the mattress underneath you. So many sights for him to feed himself with, it was unfair. Oh, if he could see all of them simultaneously, he would be the luckiest guy in Fontaine, if not the entire world. But he had to decide on one.
Yet, once you arched your back and wailed in hunger for more, he let out a guttural groan run between his clenched fangs. From that moment on, his icy gaze stood fixed on you, on the emotions that were running through you.
His breath was shaky as his movements turned quicker and sloppier. His heart beat wildly as his arousal reached new heights. His member pounded harder the more your walls squeezed him. His grip tightened until his nails were dug deep inside your flesh, and upon feeling him clutch you way too intensely, you shouted in both pain and bliss. He couldn’t carry this any longer, and neither could you take it in anymore.
The Duke growled as he felt his fast-approaching climax reach its peak, and coincidentally enough, before he came undone, you convulsed underneath him.
Trembling in pure bliss, you bobbed your head back and called out for him whilst desperately grasping his hands in the final moments of your arrival. He wanted to keep fucking you during your orgasm but the sweet noises were too much for him to handle, thus causing him to fill you with his warm fluids.
“Fuck.” the moan slipped his lips as he too bobbed his head back right after feeling his seed flow deep inside. Soon enough, he looked back at you, flashing his favorite parts one final look before he could rest by your side.
Upon hearing him curse through his teeth, you chuckled to yourself and slumped to the bed, unable to move an inch or say anything more. Not that you needed to. After all, you did so well.
A soft smile grew on Wrio’s face as he noticed how you were slowly drifting away into a sleep.
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blood-orange-juice · 4 months
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I keep thinking about Wriothesley, his trust issues and how his best friend is a Melusine.
(no matter how you headcanon them, Sigewinne is his best friend)
Not like they don't have other reasons to be friends, but I think a huge part of it is that she isn't human and this means safe. Not involved in things humans do to each other.
Traumatised people and otherworldly beings is The Trope. I'll read it over and over again.
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old-keijifai · 4 months
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I think His Grace didn't get his deserved attention
Sooo here he is, intimidating 😈
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athenepromachos · 5 months
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His Grace the Duke of Suffolk with his "I'm going to take you upstairs and fuck you seven ways to Sunday" expression 🍆♥️
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wiirocku · 1 year
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Acts 20:32 (HCSB) - “And now I commit you to God and to the message of His grace, which is able to build you up and to give you an inheritance among all who are sanctified.
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suszekart · 7 months
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Sorry for long absence, I had to assimilate with my new university.
At least I came up with (again) new topic of few works titled "The Heads of Fontaine" and I started with Wriothesley. Hope I find the strenght to make Neuvi and Furina (maybe also Arleccino as the head of the hidden force or Navia as the head of Spina di Rosula)
Enjoy!
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myremnantarmy · 1 year
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"𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒀𝒐𝒖."
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designsbyaileen · 5 months
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When the clouds gather, the rain pours, and the storms of life rage around us, it's easy to feel lost, adrift in a sea of uncertainty. But amidst the chaos, there's a beacon of hope, an anchor that holds us steady – the unwavering grace of God.
This inspirational t-shirt design captures the essence of God's grace, symbolized by a steadfast anchor amidst a turbulent storm. The teal outline adds a touch of tranquility and serenity, reminding us that even in the darkest of times, God's grace shines brightly, illuminating our path and guiding us towards calmer waters.
The words "His Grace Our Anchor" serve as a powerful reminder that we are not alone in our struggles. God's grace is an unfailing source of strength, a lifeline that keeps us grounded when the waves of life threaten to engulf us.
Wear this t-shirt as a symbol of faith and resilience, a testament to the unwavering presence of God's grace in our lives. Let it be a reminder that no matter the storms we face, His grace will always be our anchor, keeping us grounded and secure amidst the turbulence.
https://www.zazzle.com/z/8lrn291l?rf=238690416773667469
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rocknrollangelbaby · 5 months
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𝕲𝖔𝖉 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖎 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖞 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑
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napnottaken · 2 years
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HOLY FUCKING SHIT DREAM FACE REVEALED. I know that I've already posted pics of him and all but it just hit me. MAN'S REVEALED HIS FACE AND HE IS BEAUTIFUL
The whole video was so cute and funny and intimidating (cuz he stared into our souls the whole time).
I'm still in the process of putting the voice to that face. Whenever I look at pictures of him it gets easier wierldy lol.
I see all these posts saying he looks like people from Shrek and my best fucking friend says he looks like Joshua Bassett which made my fucking day.
Now that we've established that he's beautiful (Idk if I made that obvious enough) let's talk about the threat on his life that he LITERALLY DIDN'T CARE ABOUT!! Like Dream sweetie we get that you're insensitized to hate but this is your fucking life that's being threatened. Like honestly wtf is wrong with people. You hate a minecrafter so much that you threated to kill him? Have you got no life? Like seriously? And all those people calling Dream ugly. How the fuck would you feel if someone called you ugly? (I for sure will almost cry if someone says that to me) I can't with the haters.
If you find him unattractive that's fine. There's so many who do find him attractive. Don't call someone ugly just because you don't like them. And please please don't threaten someone like tf.
Anyways, you guys think Dream would've face timed the Queen if she was still here? Like just wondering
I would like to end my essay with the conclusion that Dream is beautiful, he's gorgeous and I'm going crazy and ya
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cinna-wanroll · 2 years
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I RETURN FROM THE SHADOWS TO SCREAM AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS THEY RELEASED THE TRAILER AND I AM AWESTRUCK. AMAZED. BEYOND EXCITED. FILLED WITH LIGHT. SOBBING.
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artkaninchenbau · 1 month
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A h-heartfelt reunion..?
Bonus
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blood-orange-juice · 6 months
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I still find it hilarious how the Fatui created the Fortress of Meropide financial system to introduce and study a currency separate from Mora (because capitalism is still preferrable to the divine right of archons) and then His Grace came and pretty much established socialism there.
Also he's something like a god there, at least in ways that matter in Pantalone's little experiment. There are no rules that he is technically obligated to follow and his interference would be no different from Morax interfering.
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A shower thought on conviction vs shame:
There is a huge difference between conviction and shame in the life of a believer
The voice of conviction might sound like “I shouldn’t say that. I need to stop this habit. This thing is bad for me. Doing this is not glorifying God.”
The voice of shame might sounds like “I’m an awful Christian. I can’t believe I’m doing this again, I should be stronger than this. I bet God’s tired of me.”
Conviction is healthy, shame is not. Where conviction guides us closer to God and His will, shame pushes us further away, and often leads to us becoming more engrossed in our sin than ever before. Conviction is the voice of the Holy Spirit in us. Shame is the voice of the enemy attacking us.
Often when we are convicted, shame tries to sneak into our thoughts and hearts. It is the enemy’s tool to keep us from turning to God in repentance and moving forward in His grace. Satan knows that those moments bring us into closer relationship with God, which is the last thing he wants. We as Christians have to consciously choose not to believe the lies of shame.
As Paul said in 2 Corinthians 10:5 “we destroy arguments and every lofty opinion raised against the knowledge of God, and take every thought captive to obey Christ.”
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athenepromachos · 2 months
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Yum 😋
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lilislegacy · 2 months
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frank: let me get this straight. thalia and jason’s domain is the sky, percy’s domain is water, and hazel and nico’s domain is basically the underground?
annabeth: yes
frank: but… can’t percy also create storms? that have clouds and lightning and thunder?
annabeth: yes
frank: and… and can’t percy also create earthquakes and make volcanoes erupt?
annabeth: yes
frank: so… in a way, doesn’t that mean everywhere is percy’s domain?
annabeth: yes.
annabeth: but don’t tell him. he hasn’t had that realization yet
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