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#The Grace Impact
annwritesthings · 1 year
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Inspirational Journeys Presents: The Grace Impact with Nancy Kay Grace
Inspirational Journeys Presents: The Grace Impact with Nancy Kay Grace
Today, Nancy Kay Grace and I talk about her writing, her devotionals, the short pieces she’s written to collaborate with other authors and her God given talent as a classically trained pianist. I pray that this interview blesses your heart and is an inspiration as you take each step of faith in your life’s journey. INSPIRATIONAL JOURNEYS PRESENTS! The Grace Impact with Nancy Kay…
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slushy-sash · 5 months
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im kinda late but happy birthday your grace!
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coquinaclutch · 8 months
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gengwasted · 11 months
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This is purely self indulgent, I just wanted to draw a feral looking goddess of flowers Kaveh. Haitham tagged along lol
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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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Hear me out.
Sagau with a creator reader, except they aren’t fully self aware, because you’re a forgotten god. When King Deshret brought forbidden knowledge into the world, you tried to stop him, but were too late as the forbidden knowledge corrupted you, and all memory of you was forgotten.
They could still feel your presence of course- a divine pull to their visions, soft words of encouragement as they fought- but no one knew who was guiding them, and anyone who thought to hard on it lost their track of thought to a pounding migraine.
But when Rukkhadevata sacrificed herself to eradicate forbidden knowledge, she managed to make it so your soul could return- now reincarnated into the body of a genshin player from earth.
Unfortunately, after a couple hundred years, not many remember you- but those who do are Panicking because “Oh no I forgot their grace for years where are they!”
Meanwhile, you wake up in a temple in the middle of the Sumerian desert, extremely confused and Oh My God is that an Eremite?
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champsamizayn · 5 months
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duchessofferia · 1 year
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ASOIAF bitches have made an entire genre of literary criticism out of twisting themselves into giant, angry knots over how unfair and misogynistic it is that such a huge swathe of women in this text get murdered or tortured or raped for the purpose of influencing the male characters’ storylines but you make a single inadequately deferential point about how many women of color are made to swallow up huge amounts of graphic, intense suffering for that same purpose in the service of white women and they turn into stupefied, pearl-clutching children who just can’t understand why you’re being so mean to their Stronk Female Lead Who Has Been Through So Much
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moonlite-drabbles · 3 months
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Cloud Retainer/Xianyun meets this small little engineer tinkerer named Freminet and immediately tries to take him back to Mt. Aocang to raise him. She’s very confused when he runs away
Xianyun: small child… you are familiar with engineering?
Freminet, wide eyed staring at the bird lady: uhm… yes? I-I like to tinker but I’m not the best…
Xianyun, neither of whoms children liked gadget making, and who secretly wants and child she can teach things: Wonderful, we leave immediately!
Freminet: …W-what?
Xianyun then snatches Freminet up in her talons and flies like how a large bird carries off a small animal to eat
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saccharinerose · 4 months
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In a conversation the topic of childhood comes up and the human part of the Fontaine cast (Wrio, Clorinde, Navia) is hit by 3 consecutive mental sucker punches when Furina, Neuvilllette and Sigewinne all reveal one after another that they have Never Been Children
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domripley · 3 months
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viohn · 8 months
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dynamitekansai · 5 months
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JordynneGrace: Let’s get it 🔥
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torchickentacos · 18 days
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girl help, the pokemon youtubers are calling Battling The Enemy Within one of the worst pokeani episodes
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ymechi · 6 months
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Chatlog Part 1
author's note: this might turn into a series I am unsure I hope you guys enjoy this. Once again English is not my first language I apologize for the writing. -This series is about how people in teyvat see the conversation between the creator and their companion for us irl it's just chat messages in co-op. -Spoilers for the recent archon quest 4.1 -GN reader (might change that in the future) TW: nothing so far usual cult stuff
Ajax grimaced and glared at the Gardes holding him down. The posh marble floor reflected his annoyed visage and he had half a mind to destroy the expensive flooring. The Gardes were speaking about him as if he was not there listening to everything they said. They paid him no mind talking about things like the Fortress, the Oratrice, and arrest. Ajax paid them no mind he was far too annoyed to listen in. This vacation was getting worse and worse.
Then the traveler came, no it was their grace.
Suddenly this moment was more tolerable than it would not have been. The Gardes talking quieted and everyone was hypervigilant of the traveler. It seems their Grace was not alone, next to them their companion was walking behind them.
Their grace came closer it was then Ajax realized they were coming towards him. His breath hitched. He felt blood rush towards his face, he did not want to be seen by their grace like this. Weak and bound against his will where there was nothing he could do.
The traveler- no their grace stood now in front of him. Their face was neutral no indication of what they thought. The sun shined on the traveler in a golden glow. Their ethereal aura swept over the room like a warm blanket and his knees almost buckled over to kneel.
Suddenly their grace pointed the traveler's finger towards him and the traveler's face changed into a shit-eating grin.
"Ha ha! The evil fatui got arrested. Get rekt!"
Ajax wanted to cry.
"Gee no need to beat a dead horse," said the companion of their Grace through another's body Ajax could not name who.
Ajax wanted to protest that the creator could say whatever they wanted but the system binding them interfered and petrified his body. It was not just him thankfully everyone in this world seemed to be still and unable to acknowledge their Grace, except for their companion. How unfair.
The traveler who was possessed by their grace laughed and how lovely that sounded.
"Hey do you think we can visit him and prison and then," they laughed again, "feed him on a dog bowl?"
"That is oddly specific and sadistic."
"Please it would be so funny," said their grace and laughed.
If it meant that he would be mocked and humiliated to hear their grace laugh so carefree he would eat on a dog bowl and more. Ajax had no shame in that but what he found shameful, which he wanted to bury, was the feeling of wanting to be taken care of and worried over.
*Look at me they are imprisoning me against my will for something I did not do.*
Ajax knew he did not have that privilege or was deserving of it.
"Come let's go to the domain already," their Grace's companion said and went ahead to leave.
Their Grace followed after their companions and it seemed that their brief interaction would end. Ajax felt slightly helpless unable to do anything. Just as their creator was about to leave their grace turned around.
"By the way, I will most likely bust you out of prison stay put for the next one and a half months!"
Ajax looked up with a grin after hearing the declaration, by then their grace had already left.
"You heard that? our grace will be breaking me out," Ajax said with a challenging grin to the Gardes.
Said Gardes looked confused and pale-faced.
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One and a half month later in the Fortress of Meropide the creator themselves came to the facility.
"CHILDE WHERE ARE YOU I TOLD YOU TO ####### STAY PUT!!!"
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segiryth · 3 months
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Even the Duke sometimes feels... helpless
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