#nunny

[munsonology]

O Holy Night

A Biker!Eddie and Nunny short story

18+ only, MINORS DNI

CW: Fem!Reader, blasphemy, knife kink, sodomy, religious kink

Summary: Eddie visits Nunny at the convent late at night and they discuss her new attire, and some new feelings.

With her habit hoisted around her waist, Nunny watched as her lover took the blade of his switchblade up her thigh. The sensation against her stockings made her thighs quiver.

Eddie took hold of her stockings at the crotch, he cut a hole inside and pulled the fabric apart.

“These are new,” Eddie observed.

Usually his little nun wore white, cotton briefs. Tonight she was wearing a pair of high cut white panties, scalloped lace around the edge. A delicate pink rose in the waistband.

“I thought…I don’t know,” you shied away from him, closing your legs.

Eddie grips your thigh open. “Tell me. What did you think?”

You lean forward, fingers playing with the chains around his neck.

“I thought—I thought you’d like it..if I was more—I don’t know, more modern, more sexy like the girls at the bar.”

“The girls at the bar…” Eddie hums.

“So I bought all this stuff. Panties—garters—”

“Jesus Christ Nunny, you just jump into the deep end, huh?”

It’s silent between them for a moment. Eddie pushes back Nunny’s veil to reveal her hair. He can’t help but imagine what a white one would look like on her instead.

“I don’t want the girls at the bar, my little nun. The only girl I want in my bar is you.”

With a warm hold on your face, he kisses you deeply. You welcome him, your legs bringing him closer. You moan at the feel of the knife handle against your mound. It pushes past your panties and slowly creeps into your cunt.

“What would He say about your getting fucked like this? Hmm?”

You whimper as the handle kisses your g-spot. “He’d ask if I could turn cum into wine.”

The vulgarity stuns Eddie for a hot second. He laughs, bringing you along with him in a fit of giggles.

“I love you,” you tell him.

Eddie’s breathing slows. “I love you too.” He pockets his knife and rises from the bed.

Staring at the bland wall of Nunny’s convent room, he takes the crucifix down from its post.

Using his powers, he transforms the bottom piece of the cross into a smooth, rounded head. A curve at the end.

“If you want we could test it out…see if your cum is as magnificent as that little book you tote around says.”

Nunny bites her lip with anticipation. Eddie stands over her and takes hold of her neck. His thumb rubs against her throat. “What’s your safe word?”

“Bethlehem.”

Eddie pushes her back on the bed. Crawling over her, Eddie rips the rest of the habit and underclothes off her body with his sharp claws. She mews seeing the horns on his head grow from the curls.

With her legs wide, Eddie slides the crucifix inside her sopping cunt. He fucks her with it, not holding back how deep he’s inside. “Fuck,” Nunny pleads.

She could fill a pool she’s so wet. Her sheets will be soaked. That’s how it always is with him. She grabs the crucifix and with him, guides it further, her cunt squeezing the wood.

“Say a prayer for me, my little nun,” his voice is deep.

“Hail Satan.”

#eddie munson/reader #munsonology’s eddieverse #eddie munson x female reader #fem reader #eddie munson fem!reader #sav’s multiverse of eddie’s #biker!eddie munson #smut #Eddie smut #biker!eddie #munsonology’s biker!eddie #biker!eddie and nun!reader #Eddie and nunny #nunny #nun!reader #o holy night #munsonology fics

[sometipsygnostalgic]

The incredibly witty @nny11writes​ commissioned me to draw this scene based on their fic, “What’s in a (legal) name?” 

You are formally invited to the wedding of:

Glimmer Moon and Elizabeth* Catra D’riluth

Please let us know if you can attend, and if you will be bringing a guest. Vegetarian and vegan options are available.

RSVP

Yes I will Attend __

I will be unable to Attend __

I will bring __ guest(s)

*Yes, that is her first name. Do not use it unless you want to be shot with a nerf gun during the ceremony. We have modified the darts to include glitter. ❤

I was meant to draw one thing but then I took it too far and drew five things and I worked myself up into a month-long procrastination on whether I was going to add an additional closeup of WHAT I WAS ACTUALLY ASKED FOR (security guard entrapta) as a sixth panel, ruining the pacing in the process. Pacing is important!!! Anyway apparenty I overthink into a stupor where commissions are involved, but this time I was paid back very fucking generously, so it worked out in the end. 

The comic is based on some chaos Nunny and their friend suggested. In my head, Glimmer and Catra swapped each other’s nerf guns as their wedding gift. 

Kyle didn’t read the invitation. He never stood a chance. Rest in peace 😔

#she ra #spop #my art #nunny #glitra #glimmer #catra #kyle #lonnie #rogelio #bow #entrapta

[eucanthos]

Vivian Maier   (US, 1926 - 2009)

Self-Portrait, 1955

Short bio of wonder [edited]

American of French and Austro-Hungarian extraction, intensely guarded and private, decidedly unmaterialistic (money-wise), Vivian would amass found items, art books, newspaper clippings, home films and thankfully her negatives. She recorded the 2nd 1\2 of the 20th c. Urban America, creating masterpieces of Street Photography.

Maier would leave behind over 100,000 negatives and a series of homemade documentary films and audio recordings.

Having picked up photography in Europe 2 years earlier, came back to New York City in 1951, where she would comb the streets. In 1956 Vivian left for Chicago, where she’d spend most of the rest of her life working as a Nanny and “quietly” taking pictures.

Her first camera was a modest Kodak Brownie (one shutter speed, no aperture and focus control) soon to be replaced in 1952 by her first (of many) Rolleiflex. She later also used a Leica IIIc, an Ihagee Exakta, a Zeiss Contarex and various other SLR cameras.

Maier’s massive body of work would come to light when in 2007 at a local thrift auction house on Chicago’s Northwest Side. John Maloof discovered, championed and archived her work. Now, with roughly 90% of her work reconstructed and cataloged, it's available to the public.

https://www.vivianmaier.com/gallery/self-portraits/#slide-13

https://www.vivianmaier.com/about-vivian-maier/

#Vivian Maier #Street Photography #masterpiece #self portrait #mirror #odd #secret #nunny #history #story #found objects

[xoglitterbomb]

This Peach <;3 

My Nunny Bunny Kitty.xo

#nunny #bunny #kitty #bunnykitty #bunnycat #love #lv #louis vuitton

[starplatinumnun]

"mo xuanyu": hi guys what's up haha i'm definitely not wei wuxian

his twice nephew:

#jin ling homophobic moments compilation #jin ling #mdzs #wei wuxian #mo xuanyu #nunnie.txt #nunnie reads mdzs

[chaeryeos]

　　　　　　　　　happy birthday dani ⏜✿ apr 11 !

#˳ ◌ ͏͏͏⠀ ͏͏͏⠀ in . 𝓁ove #icon edited by me! #kpop moodboard #moodboard #kpop #danielle #dani #danielle newjeans #newjeans #nwjns #nj #bunny #nunnies #newjeans moodboard #newjeans danielle #attention #tokki #tokkis #mb #aesthetic #aesthetic moodboard #kpop mb #mbs #kpop mbs #messy moodboard #green #bloom #spring #green moodboard #birthday

[lured-into-wonderland]

It was weird to park at the neighbor's house and sneak into his own home. But he had said a little lie. It was the whitest of them all, a quick text that said, 'I'll be late.' Alois didn't add anything, not an explanation, no anything.

He wasn't getting home late. In fact, he'd be early, so he figured to play a game with his wife.

Alois had to be careful, making sure he didn't make any loud sound that would let his wife know that he was home. It would scare her to think that it was a thief or worse... She'd move to a room, and Alois would walk behind her quickly, befriending the shadows to leave small presents and notes.

First, her favorite perfume. Then, a pearl necklace. He'd proceed to leave a purse, indicating her to go to the garden, where he left a 1947 wine, the same brand they drank the day they got married—he remembered. There were also two cups, and inside was a note for her to go to the greenhouse.

Alois waited for her in the middle, with a bouquet of roses and a smile. However, Nunnally was received first by something sniffing at her toes. The puppy barked or tried to, at least.

"Are we really a family if we don't have a pet?" The puppy was a black cocker spaniel, which Alois picked from the ground and allowed her to sniff Nunnally some more. "So, the flowers or the pet?" Alois asked but laughed shortly after. "I'm kidding. You can keep them both. However, she needs a name." Alois closed one of his eyes due to the licks the puppy gave to his jaw. It was ticklish.

It was one of these days. She was sad and alone in that large house, although she hoped it would not be the case. Dominicus was away, too. Nunnally was not sure where and why; they still didn’t get on exactly well. It often seemed to her she was more of a stranger here than he was. Nunnally knew her feelings were not fair to Alois, but she just couldn’t force herself to fully accept Dominicus. Would things be better without Alois's best friend?

In the recent days Nunnally was often wondering “what” she and Alois were (or had become) at the moment. Yes, they were a married couple with a rather long experience, but it was all on paper. In reality, they were married for a night, not really being aware of the implications of what was considered a funny joke. And yet that was a proof (at least to her) that they liked and loved each other enough to go for that joke. They were immature and their relation was immature, childish even, but it didn’t make it any less worthy.

But now? Nunnally moved in here so that her reckless actions from the past did not impact her future (Alois was always suited to be a knight in a shining armour; she thought). And yet their relationship now seemed much more than a façade to cover for her irresponsibility. Nunnally often thought that their joke had become their reality. They started to behave like a married couple. Or at least as a couple, as lovers and friends again. But was it only her desires? Her wishes and her imagination? Life with Alois was happy. She often felt like she was back at the university. And that was the only time in her life when she was as close to her true self as her name allowed her to be. It was then when she felt the least scrutinized and being able to make decisions for herself. It was the transition period when she stopped being a caged child but was not yet made a part of a family business. Well, she always was but not to the extent it was happening before Alois had returned.

So who were they? Nunnally knew that intimacy didn’t have to mean anything else but desire. At the beginning she was sure it was as simple as that. A way to bring back the past. But now she started to gain a certainty there was something more between them. Something more than these naïve children they wanted to bring back.

But Nunnally wasn’t to the one to try find what the reality was. If it was a lie, she wanted this lie to last as long as it could. They didn’t really discuss the issue of their “marriage” or “divorce” (perhaps apart from the fact that it was to happen some when; but did it truly have to? Couldn’t this fairy-tale last?), so her question might end it prematurely. If they became a couple, her question might bring unnecessary doubt or tension, and perhaps destroy the fragile bond that was forming between them. Again.

And perhaps most of all she feared rejection. Back then she was sure they were a couple. Their marriage was a joke, but they WERE a couple. She loved him (and he loved her). And yet he left. And didn’t come back from Morocco. She tried to look for him, but he made sure she could not find him. Nunnally didn’t want to be rejected again. It was better to assume there was nothing…nothing more than a business agreement. Friends with benefits, she supposed.

Though these thoughts were not there, when Nunnally decided to make the best of the empty house. Not to surrender to her initial sadness. Or insecurities she felt almost all the time apart from Alois’s and her time in their bedroom. So, she enjoyed a long bath, tried a new dress that was delivered today in the morning, and was just about to make herself a cup of lavender tea, when she found her favourite perfume. A new bottle… She was puzzled; she didn’t remember leaving it there and even less ordering it. But that was okay, perhaps Alois did (and he was a caring “husband” and friend). She opened the bottle and applied some on her skin. Nunnally felt even better now with her favourite scent lingering around her; she left the bottle on the table. She’d clean up later. Alois doesn't like mess, does he?

But then there was pearl necklace! That couldn’t have been a coincidence anymore. It was not hers, or rather it was hers but just from the moment she found it. She didn’t have one like that before. Someone was playing with her. And that someone was Alois. It needed to be. It was like the university times, when they would have left small notes for each other; challenges and tasks. She giggled in excitement. She put the necklace on and followed his notes; although it was less challenging than she expected. The purse. The wine. He remembered! That they had drank the very same brand on the day of their marriage back then.

Would that mean? No! Nunnally you shouldn’t be giving yourself false hopes. It was just a coincidence. Nothing more. He just liked that wine. She took the bottle and the glasses and walked to the greenhouse. And then it was where everything went…wrong! Or at least not as it should have been happening.

Something sniffing at her toes…a dog! What was a dog doing there…Before Nunnally could have a look at her feet to realize it was not a dog (she might fear), but a puppy that needed love and care (that she would readily give) she took a quick step back, tripping over a small stone… Only when she was falling down (and breaking the bottle and staining the dress in the process), the meaning of Alois’s words reached her mind.

And there she was sitting in the dirt, looking at Alois and the puppy…and suddenly bursting into tears. But they were not tears of sadness. Quite opposite. She was crying because she was happy. The tears mixing with her mascara staining her cheeks black.

“A-alois…” – she was finally able to stutter between her sobs – “Alois…”

“Do…you…do you really mean it? That we are family?” – this was only what mattered for her in that very moment; not the wine, not the dress, not her ridiculous reaction to a puppy. And then her hesitation turned into certainty. She looked at Alois and smiled: --

“Yes, Alois. We are a family. And this is our puppy.” – puppy…!

“…I hope…I have not scared the puppy…” – she smiled at Alois still crying; he and puppy looked so perfect together. Her very own perfect family.

“Take us home, Alois.” – she demanded and then she realized something…

 “…I…I broke my heel…”

.

.

“…I am so sorry for the wine!”

@dasmondkuss

#alois #nunnally #verse: human #dasmondkuss #i am starting softly #with happy nunnally #but angst would come #before they meet happiness again #and nunny is afraid of dogs #so she was just #too surprised

[dasmondkuss]

"tell them you're busy. tell them you can't come in today." for Alois

@lured-into-wonderland | “I NEED MORE TIME WITH YOU” PROMPTS

Alois thought she had fallen asleep. He had tucked her tightly into the blankets and given a kiss on her forehead, only to realize that her fever had gotten out of control. More than sleeping for rest, the fever must have knocked her out. It made him death-worried, and Alois quickly passed through the "It'll pass; just stay with me" phase.

He would hold her for as long as she wished. He didn't mind the heat or sweating, especially her sweating, since it meant that the fever was breaking down. He ensured she was pampered, fed, and hydrated, but, at this point, she needed actual medicine. Unfortunately, in no world would kisses on the forehead and sweet hums suffice as healers.

Alois was about to walk out the bedroom door and drive to the drugstore when a tiny, hot, delicate hand held him by the wrist. Something dropped in his stomach when he saw Nunny's face all red and teary, basically begging him to stay. He knew that the fever was the one talking. He had already canceled his work day to stay with her and told her he would stay until she felt better. But—perhaps he worked too much—his wife's confused mind drove to the road where her husband was a workaholic who wouldn't be by her side when she needed him the most. That hurt.

"I already did, my dearest." He reassured her, gently holding her by the waist. "I'm not leaving your side. But I need to get you medicine. Hm? Do you understand?" She nodded with a pout on her lips, and Alois carried her back to the bed. "Here, my phone. I set a timer for 32 minutes. If I'm not back by that time, you get to smack me." Alois chuckled; it was just a joke to lighten her up. "Give me 32 minutes, and I'll give you three days and two nights together. Those days—and me—are entirely yours to do anything you please, okay?"

Ah... there it was, her sweet smile. She didn't get to agree because she fell right back to sleep. However, Alois would keep the deal. But first, she needed to get better.

#lured-into-wonderland #Alois/Nunnally #Quick trip to prague? #Nunny will be so spoiled whatever she chooses

[silvercrane14]

Nunnally....

W the pigtails is so cute,,,

#crane answers #jolteon ⚡️ #no image id #nunny... miss her...

[munsonology]

Was looking at nun pics on Pinterest and fell back into my Peter bs as if I ever left lol

Imagining Eddie falls into being a rockstar to cover up that he’s actually a demon who is the next heir to reign over the underworld 🧎🏽‍♀️nunny tried to get him to button his shirt for his Barbara Walter’s interview but she gave up

“Honey? You’re being interviewed by the Barbara Walters. Can you at least button up if you don’t wear a tie?”

Eddie shakes his head with a deep laugh, “the only tie I want is your hands around my neck when I rail you later tonight.”

“…maybe one more undone button won’t hurt anyone.”

#sav’s internal monologue #eddie munson/reader #munsonology’s eddieverse #eddie munson x female reader #fem reader #nunny #nun!reader #Eddie and nunny #biker!eddie munson #munsonology’s biker!eddie #biker!eddie #smut #eddie smut #eddie munson smut #biker eddie munson #biker eddie #biker!eddie and nun!reader

[sometipsygnostalgic]

@quirrelli​ this requires no daring as it was the intention from the OUTSET, ive not yet seen a more fitting poll 

So Catrapta is the funniest ship because i have a bunch of ideas for it and most of them have Catra being absolutely infuriated that she’s fallen in love with Entrapta, and even my works where they’re not a thing have them being so aggressively like a pair of cats together that people tag it #catrapta, they are... girlfriends-adjacent... 

Also it’s my two favourite characters so I smush them together like plushies...

However if we take things a bit more seriously then we can go in a couple of directions.

1. The super fluffy take that you usually see me drawing of two autistic catgirls in their final form, sensitivity understanding and solidarity between two former villains/weirdos/depends what au you are going for, OR  

2. An incredibly difficult and fucked up relationship more similar to the one we saw grow across the show. Imagine if they DID have a thing going on in season 1, and then they STILL had the onesided rivalry after Hordak was pulling his favouritism bullshit, and Catra STILL sent Entrapta to beast island. Imagine how much more heartbreaking that would be. The canon iteration is already shattering, with Catra being Entrapta’s first friend, and then we see the psychological impact that has on them both afterwards. 

I’ve toyed with AU ideas where we can use something similar in a more explicitly romantic (and less age ambiguous) context wherein Adora breaks up with Catra, who rebounds hard onto her new roommate/colleague who is like “wow this is fun” and then Entrapta’s more successful at work than Catra, who is falling apart, ends what they have and eventually kicks her out, and they both take it really badly.  

I don’t know, there’s something really inviting about the psychology behind that dynamic, Catra’s mentality in general when it comes to Entrapta and how broken she is by betraying her but how she KEEPS ON DOING SO, CONTINUOUSLY, because she can’t go back now or she’ll have to face that she was wrong about EVERYTHING....  and of course the dependence Entrapta would have on Catra as one of the only people she thought cared about her, only to get rejected in the most brutal way possible. 

Then afterwards how do you heal that? How do you fix that and, well, rebuild a new relationship? 

That’s kind of what Catra and Adora are about but I also love exploring that through Catra and Entrapta in their canon friendship, and I suppose in AUs. The only AU I’ve seen where they had a demiromantic relationship but the whole Beast Island thing still happened is “Prime Really Should’ve Known Better” by @nny11writes​ which is an alternate version of “Save the Cat”. 

#she ra #spop #catrapta #catra #entrapta #quirrelli #nunny

[kanellebullar]

In the Fairy's Garden

#art #kanellebullar #the last divine #aiden x cole #cole x aiden #nunni x cole #cole x aiden x nunni #sun moon and stars #ot3 #polycule #polyamorous #trans oc #bisexual oc #giant #fairy #fairy prince #divine #my characters #myart

[kissmeau]

Autumn is in such a good mood!!

"Good enough to sing a lullaby for me?"

@lured-into-wonderland

"Well, I mean... you are asking for this."

In the worst off-key voice, impaired rhythm, and most striking volume known to all mankind and the animal kingdom:

"Hush, little baby, don't say a word,

Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird.

And if that mockingbird won't sing,

Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring."

#lured-into-wonderland #❜ «Autumn/Nunnally» ❛ #⁽ HE'S THE WORST SINGER POOR NUNNY ⁾

[starplatinumnun]

the autistic coding of the twin jades of lan has GOT to be intentional. i could clock lan wangji from a mile away. there's no way mxtx didn't think about this when writing him and lan xichen

#mdzs #lan xichen #lan wangji #nunnie.txt #nunnie reads mdzs

[nny11writes]

last week i was talking about "my friend nunny" on a shera discord and someone who i havent already gushed about your fics to went "oh you mean nny11writes?" and anyway thats your name now

I just want you to know the mix of excitement and trepidation caused by seeing the teaser "last week i was talking about "my friend nunny" on a shera discord" was simply *chef kiss*

But also, I have accepted this, and I love you :)

#I am going to get a good grade in friendship! :D #kinda like I always try to make VAMB morf into some kind of ''Very A_____ Motherfucking Bitch'' #which fun tip it's not lol vagaries and make believe- my beloved! #the first time I saw you use nunny my brain tried to force it into anon and I was like ''wait did I send that on anon?????'' #b/c this is how it works #but once I had the picture forcibly turned the correct way up I liked it :p #every time I learn someone has talked about me or my fics in a discord I turn into a 90's teenage girl movie trope #and twirl my clear plastic phone's cord around my finger going #''oh yeah? and what did they say?????'' #I'm probably watching a show and it probably isn't GUTS but I want it to be lol

[priestofjudas]

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

Enrico is pretty pure in his emotions. His hatred is directed at all heretics whom he hates even more than vampires and undead. Why? Because vampires and the undead are cursed by God, they are nothing but pitiful and very disgusting creatures. Heretics, on the other hand, are the ones that distort the holy words of the Lord. They should be hated for that because their heresy taints those who can become a part of a wonderful catholic family. They are impostors! They are the enemy!

I believe that the question suggests the type of relationship one might describe as “I hate you so much I want to make you scream my name!” or “I love you so much that I hate you for making me love you so much!”. Alas, Maxwell can’t boast that kind of feeling towards anyone. Love is love, hate is hate if you can’t love, then masturbate. Perhaps, the closest thing he feels to that ambiguous tandem of feelings is the emotions he has for Azaraku Makube. It’s not hatred, though, it is awareness of a smart and dangerous person who might become his rival. It’s not love, though, it is acknowledgment and respect with a little bit of romantic and flirtatious interest he is too vain to admit.

Love/hate relationship with anything... would be his attitude to chocolate. Maxwell loves chocolate so much that he could eat the whole bar of chocolate in 5 minutes, especially if coffee is provided. But chocolate is known to cause migraines. So... here you go.

#hh #headcanon #enrico maxwell #thank you for the question my sweet nunny-bunny covered in honey