#holywrites

[holyklover]

This Isn't Happening part 2

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“You gotta aim lower. Her pussy isn't going to be as high as you think it'll be.” he started. And then he laughed. “Since you're a virgin, I can demonstrate first if you want.” Shigaraki sucked in air and made an irritated expression. “No—fuck no—she's mine, stupid. Doesn't matter if I'm a virgin.” Fuck.

This was going to happen.

What was going to happen? A voice deep inside you asked. Were you going to get raped after being catfished? Were they going to torture you? Questions swirled in your head.

Your heart was racing, your hands felt clammy and you didn't feel like any of this was real. You could swear that you were somehow actually floating feet off the bed as you watched the scene in front of you unfold. Dabi had inched his chair closer towards you and Shigaraki in an obnoxious display of perverted voyeurism. He had fully unsheathed his dick and was whacking it lazily against his thigh mumbling to himself; what exactly, you couldn't hear, but his eyes held the same dull gleam of animalistic lust encapsulated in the sapphire eyes of the pasty man hovering above you.

A string of wetness hit your shoulder, the slimy and eerie sensation once again grounding you and forcing you to experience your current reality. You made a symphony of panicked sounds, all of them falling on unsympathetic ears. You felt the warm hardness of Shigaraki's cock against your folds.

“She sounds so cute. So dammed cute...you're so cute,” began Shigaraki, “you're like a little bunny caught in a trap the big scary man set out for you.” Slurp slurp slurp. He was tonguing you all over. “You're a fucking monster—you fucking incel.” finally, you found your voice. Dabi let out thunderous laughter, evidently tickled by your insult to his friend.

“She's got you pegged, Crusty.” he began. “You don't even know the half of it, princess.” You grimaced as you felt a hand collide with with a sharp smack to your ass. Suddenly an onslaught of open handed attacks rained down on the curves of your body, hips, ass, thighs. “Shut up! Shut your fucking whore mouth, fucking bitch.” He pushed your head into the bed in one fluid motion. Won't be able to talk if you can't breathe, right? Wanna keep this up?” You squirmed frantically, bucking against his cock and balls.

Shigaraki was breathlessly rubbing against your body as you did so. “You know what? I don't think I even want this sloven hole of yours,” he bent down and you could feel the heat from his mouth on your ear. “You have my full permission to keep this up." Your bucking against his body like that was is enough for the virgin to get off to.

Pleading silently to Shigaraki, God—whoever would be able to help you. Your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest as the world around you went dark, relaxing into his hold accepting your fate at the hands of these two lunatics.

“Shigaraki. Enough.”

Shigaraki's body went still as he considered Dabi's words. After what felt like infinity, he raised his hand from the back of your skull and you lifted your face greedily sucking up any and every molecule of oxygen you could get down your throat into your scorched lungs. The madman had choked you. You knew they were insane but not like this.

You sensed a calloused digit wipe the fresh tears from your eye and then a rough palm cup your cheek. It was itchy but the softness of the act was evident by the gentle way it caressed and stroked your face. Dabi. At some point he had rose from his chair and was now on his knees on the side of the bed you were sprawled on. He looked at you with half lidded eyes; feral desire intertwined with...sympathy?

“You need to take your punishment like a good girl.” His voice was soft, barely a whisper. Your stomach was in knots. “Can you be a good girl for us? It'll be over that much quicker that way.” You looked at him, chest heaving from the adrenaline that coursed through your body. “Yes,” you choked out. “Yes?” Shigaraki asked. “What are you agreeing to?” “I'll...be a good girl.” You conceded defeat. The sooner this was over with, the better. Shigaraki ran his swollen cock up and down your entrance, coating the warm slick from your pussy onto it.

“How are you going to be a good girl?” your body tensed up, anticipating the intrusion. He prodded at the puffy slit, gradually stretching you in order to ease the resistance out of the tight hole. “Gonna...make you feel good. Both of you.”

#mha smut #dabi x yn #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader #shigaraki x yn #shigaraki y/n #shigaraki x reader #dead dove do not eat #tw.noncon #holywrites #tomura shigaraki x reader #dabi

[holyblackspear]

No April's fool from me, but a very serious fic about trauma, unsuccessful attempts and all the love we deserve in the face of hardship instead.

Gale nation, have my offering featuring my dear Ezker! 💜🧡 And please, be sure to read all of the content warnings before venturing forth - it's quite heavy.

Check it out on AO3!

#gale x tav #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #holywrites

[acharnemcnt-a]

    Ginger  lashes  flutter  slightly  as  he  𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒  from  rolling  his  eyes.  A  heavy  𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇  escapes  him.      ❝  No,  that  was  destroyed  in  one  of  Kylo  Ren’s  𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐒.  ❞  

@holywrite​ vyrse

#⭒✧ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐒 ✧⭒ » starter #holywrite

[holywritschool]

8 Steps to Prepare Your Child for CBSE School Admission

Getting admission in CBSE school is not easy nowadays as you must prepare your child well in advance. All good schools must maintain smaller class sizes, restricting the number of available seats and increasing competitive rates. However, it is not as difficult as you think to clear the entrance exam to get into the best school.

8 Steps to Prepare Your Child for CBSE School Admission

#Cbse Board Exam #best school in thane #junior colleges in thane for arts #junior colleges in thane #holywrit school

[shirayais]

@holywrite​   ❪  RIYO  CHUCHI  ❫ .     starter  call.

❝        THANK  YOU  FOR  SUCH  A  KIND  GIFT ,     senator.          truthfully ,     i  haven’t  even  begun  to  prepare  for  the  baby’s  arrival.          i  . . .  asked  my  emdee  to  keep  the  gender  a  secret.        ❞

#holywrite #chuchi giving her a cute handmade baby gift #｡✧˚ ━━ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒. ／ a chorus of thousands shall rise up in its place. #｡✧˚ ━━ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄. ／ though i sit alone in a pillar ━ i exist! #｡✧˚ ━━ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ⁚ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐒. ／ all you can do is try [ . . . ] as you head off to the war.

[saintslips]

HER  FINGERS  ARE  LACED  WITH  HIS ,     serena’s  focused  deeply  on  the  shape  of  his  fingerprints ,     the  way  his  hands  dwarf  hers.         his  words  make  her  green  gaze  flicker  up  at  him ,     soft  smile  playing  on  her  roseate  lips.

❝          do  you  have  super  powers ?          or  maybe  you  should  get  that  checked  out  . . .          ❞                    serena  teases ,     leaning  forward  on  the  couch  to  cup  his  cheeks  and  bring  him  forward  into  a  giggling  kiss.

@holywrite​

#holywrite #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 —— letters to juliet . #◞ ⁽ ♡ ⁾ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 —— there was happiness .

[romancemoon]

✨❝fleur.❞ 🌙 farquaad & vi.

✨ @holywrite​ asked 🌙 ’ has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? ’ meme. still accepting!

Virote was almost too wrapped up in watching the fields and forests as they passed by in a carriage pulled by one of Farquaad’s best horses. Violets, lilies, dandelions, bottle brush, cherry blossoms, and so on... Whenever they were growing close enough for Virote to reach from where he was sitting, he’d pluck a blossom in his hands and keep it. They rode along all day long until the sun started to set, and the flowers he picked filled his hands and he made an unknown number of bouquets, telling Farquaad about what the flowers meant. How long they lasted. Compared their scents to perfumes sitting on his vanity. Whatever came to mind.

He was just happy that Farquaad wasn’t scoffing, this time.

Flowers weren’t his interest, but he seemed to listen. If only for a little bit.

                            ‘ Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? ’

He’d been getting sappier, lately. It was cute. ❝No, only you've told me that. You’re the first.❞ Virote placed his current work-kind-of-in-progress down to the floor of the carriage and reached out to grasp both hands in his own. ❝You're sweet, Maximus. Has anyone ever told you that?❞ 

#( 🌙 SHREK! AND ALL THAT GLITTERS IS GOLD. ✨ ) #holywrite #/ my literal unironic love for them. LHGFDLSKGHJKGF.

[loverlept]

quietly making delia a star wars verse because i’m a @holywrite stan account

#i’m on your side. (psa.)

[holyklover]

This Isn't Happening l Chapter 1

Dabi x Shigaraki x Reader l Read on ao3 Dead Dove I MDNI

“Princess,” the black-haired guy purred. “Why do you feel so wet here?” Your body froze.

Shunsuke—no, what was his name—Shiga...something. He had slurred his name into your ear before pinning you underneath him. He didn't look like much, maybe a buck fifty soaking wet, but his strength was unmistakable, evident by the crushing force of his body as he had you pegged to the dingy motel bed underneath his weight.

77Shunsuke77. That was his screenname. The man you fell in love with. This wasn't 77Shunsuke77. The man you fell in love with was an average company worker with marriage on his mind. His dating profile had shown you photos of a man, cropped black hair with bangs falling lightly over his forehead. Dark, kind eyes; tall, with well-defined muscles that seemed to pulsate under his shirt. Shunsuke listed his interests as cooking and learning about new cultures. He had nothing but praise for women and their plight in feminism...not putting chloroform over their face and restraining them.

So what the holy hell was going on now?

You weren't some idiot or some naïve youth. You had a career and brains and grew up in the age of the internet. Your generation knew all about stranger danger. You took the precautions necessary. You reverse image searched his photos, his name. All of it matched up....except. He never did let you send any friend requests to his profiles. He didn't want to video chat. And you, the hopeless fucking romantic, didn't care. You trusted him. And look what was happening to you now. This is because you were thinking with you heart and not your brain. Smack “Anybody in there, princess? I'm feeling like you're starting to dislike me.” Shigasomething interrupted your thoughts. You looked up at him. You could taste the blend of mascara and tears as they rolled down your quickly bruising cheeks and into your mouth. “I want...to...go...home,” you choked out.

Then something happened.

The freak above you..why did his face soften like that just now? Why did he grow so quiet and look bewildered. You continued.

“Please, this isn't what you want to do! I can tell!” You felt, for a moment, your body grow a bit lighter as he loosed his hold on you.

“Are you really letting this slut get into your head, Shigaraki?” The voice. That is the very reason you're here right now.

You chalked it up to him just being camera shy. That was ok. Most of your chats consisted of you calling him while you pointed the camera at something else, or simply sharing your screen so he could watch you attend to work matters while he did his own thing.

But you at least had shown you face...all Shigaraki had shown your face...all Shigaraki did was voice chat, and that even that was sparingly. When he did, this guy next to him, grinning like a maniac while palming himself on the other side of you, was undoubtedly the voice you head. Rich and deep; the kind of voice that narrates luxury car commercials. It was his voice Shigaraki would have speak to you. He'd tell you how much he loved you and how so excited he was to guide you around Japan and show you his favorite cat cafe. That same voice was now calling you a slut and egging on Shigaraki to defile you in ways you never comprehended any sane person would want to inflict on anyone, consensual or not. “Princess,” the black-haired guy purred. “Why do you feel so wet here?” Your body froze.

No. No. No. No. Of course these two lunaticsn would equate the natural reaction of a body being aroused to being actually turned on. Shigaraki's raven-haired companion had been assaulting your clothed pussy with a vibrator for the past hour, switching modes between soft and fast, edging you and making you like this. It wasn't your fault. This was just your body reacting. Lick The side of your neck grew warm and wet as Shigaraki lowered his head and began tonguing at your neck. He slurped at your neck, producing vile squelching sounds as he did so. His hair brushed against your forehead. In any other scenario this juxtaposition of sensations would have felt like heaven. You cursed your body for reacting anyway. “Dabi, lemme fuck the bitch already. I'm going to loose it if I can't cum in her soon.” “Yeah, I can tell from here you're oozing precum.” Dabi said as he lazily pumped his dick. You couldn't help but be transfixed by his motions. If it was fear, shame, or a blend of the two, you didn't know. The other freak who brought you here—Dabi—had a dick that was that rivaled what you've seen in porn. It was littered with piercings and subdermal implants. You felt bad for anyone he had to fuck—or was it curiosity? No. That wasn't an okay thought. None of this is okay right now! You have to focus on getting out of here with your life and dignity in tact. You looked up at Shigaraki. “You don't need to do this. We can get past this and pretend it never happened, okay?” you pleaded. “I won't tell anyone... and I meant that I loved you, so we can just....” Oh no. Why was he unzipping his pants? Why was he removing his underwear? Why wasn't he putting on a condom? Why was he flipping you over? “Princess,” he breathed directly into your ear. “You can say whatever you want, I'm still gonna ruin this slutty hole of yours.” That did it. You felt your body go numb. This was happening to you. He never cared about you. He never wanted anything to do with you. He was prey himself who so desperately wanted to become the predator. And he would. From somewhere distant, you head Dabi speak.

#dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #mha smut #touya x yn #dabi y/n #shigaraki x y/n #tomura shigaraki x y/n #tomura shigaraki x reader #my fics #r-18 #holywrites

[holyblackspear]

How about some tenderness and horror as Astarion learns he's absolutely falling for the man he only had to use? How much can putting balms on old scars help, when the wounds are being opened again? Set in Act 2 featuring Agni, my trans Tav, I wanted to explore a moment of sweetness and vulnerability from both of them. The confused fellas are trying really hard to stay on their feet - and are miserably failing. Check in out on AO3!

#astarion #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x tav #trans tav #tavstarion #bg3 #agni #holywrites

[mrsforger]

me vs yor! tagged by @holywrite and im tagging anyone else who wants to do it <3 heres the picrew link!

#ooc. #im literally exactly like every mixed girl youve ever met #YOR LOOKS SO PRETTY #this is one of my fav picrews <3

[hookd]

mun & muse

tagged by: @holywrite ( thank you!! ) tagging: you!

#☠; DASH GAMES #this ones hard bc like. it is very clearly asian-aimed #but this is how we look using it #so

[celestiel]

𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞: 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬             jett.

*      adapted  from  this  post  !   bold  what  applies  to  your  muse.

BARBARIAN » toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs

BARD » homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks

CLERIC » list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams

DRUID » bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants

FIGHTER » goose bumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most

MONK » always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things

PALADIN » school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather

RANGER » herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people

ROGUE » flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything

SORCERER » infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength

WARLOCK » knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long

WIZARD » piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecisions, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day

tagged by:  @zukunftsvision​ ♡♡♡ tagging:  @dvnities​ @helreisa​ @depictedblue​ @mythae​ @vihilum​ @holywrite​ @lcvelj​ @loetise​ @mimnghs​ @whirlpoolemployee​ @simulamortem​ @voltaage​ @dramatiqes​ + anyone with an a, e, p, s, q, r or l in their url hehe

#✩. misc » dash games. #naur u don't understand cause i see jett and just me heart calms down <3 #my honey bunny miss kaze i love u #✩. about » jett.

[loetise]

@holywrite​.

              “  i’m-  i’m  not  freaking  out.  ”    she  is,  and  marie  can  definitely  tell  if  her  eyes  still  work,  which  allie’s  pretty  sure  that  they  do,  but  she  knows  sometimes  when  you  stab  someone  a  little  too  hard  you  can  mess  up  more  than  the  part  of  the  body  that  you  actually  hit.  but  she’s  not  lying  just  to  lie,  she’s  lying  with  the  hope  that  marie  won’t  keep  these  things  from  her,  no  matter  the  reaction  it  draws.  she’s  busy  cleaning  the  blood  off  of  marie’s  thigh,  no  spare  thought  for  a  faked,  pleasant  smile.  the  fairy’s  nearly  breathless  when  she  speaks,    “  what  happened?  did-  did  you,  like,  die,  or  something?  ”

#now did marie get stabbed or has allie just never seen a stab wound before and she lacks some #mmmmm #critical thinking skills at times #𖥸 ₊ * “ in character ” … whoever said that life is beautiful was‚ in a sense‚ mostly right. #𖥸 ₊ * “ verse: auradon ” … and all my friends are three years away. #holywrite

[moonshinaes]

@holywrite​​ / 

" just out of curiosity , are you always this FULL OF YOURSELF ? "

#&&. CASSIOPEIA DONATI ! #holywrite #i may have looked at your muses before anything else. but she's for poe. <3

[jedimessiah]

@holywrite​ .  .   .   STARTER:  (  accepting ) 

THREE  YEARS  HAVE  PASSED    since  his  fateful  night  on  Mustafar    -      though  to  Anakin,      it  feels  more  like  ten.    the  galaxy  he  committed  to  memory  before  his  freeze  was  on  the  verge  of  destruction.    of  course  he  knows  this    -    it  was  by  his  hand,    iron  tight,    vengeful,    that  brought  it  to  it’s  knees.  the  guilt  follows  him  like  an  unshakable  shadow,    one  that  he  spends  every  living  moment  reclaiming.    (      but  he’s  not  the  chosen  one  they  speak  of  anymore      -      he  is  the  fallen.    the  betrayer.      the  end  of  all.      )    

it  is  all  he  can  do  now  to  sweep  the  galaxy      &        dust  his  name  of  that  shame  minute  by  minute,    plead  quietly  for  a  forgiveness  he  does  not  think  he  has  earned.    tugging  his  cloak  over  his  head,    Anakin  pushes  through  choking  crowds,    the  imperial  mark  beginning  to  surface  across  the  galaxy,    on  ships      &      durasteel  buildings  reaching  up  into  the  sky  menacingly.    another  haunting,    then.      Dantooine  is  the  rumored  heart  of  the  Alliance,    however,      the  entire  reason  Anakin  has  landed.    here,    the  Galactic  Empire  is  not  as  present    -      though  every  eye  does  still  turn  with  a  searching,  cautious  curiosity.      he  isn’t  sure  what  will  lead  him  to  his  destination,    a  surge  in  the  force,      recognition,      perhaps        ?    

if  Obi-wan  Kenobi,    or  his  children  by  which  he  does  not  know  the  names  of,    are  to  be  anywhere      -    Anakin  suspects  he  would  find  them  protected  here.      As  he  approaches  a  bustling  market,      Anakin  feels  something.    a  surge,    though  not  reminiscent  of  his  padawan-master  bond.    something  just  as  familiar,      though.      a  Force  user.      

like  a  bloodthirsty  hound,    Anakin  follows  it  through  stalls,   dark  alleys,    through  buildings  that  reek  of  black  market hubs.    it’s  only  when  he  approaches  a  forgotten  temple  does  it  tingle up his spine  again.    Anakin’s  heart  skips.      THERE’S  A  JEDI  HERE      &        surely  his  own  Force  signature  can  be  sensed.  

#hes looking for his kids and obi so!!! #seems a good place to start HEHE #varn bardack verse: tag later #holywrite