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Text: So when do I get to fuck you?
text: You’re feeling real good about yourself aren’t you?
Campsite 3 || Open
@sammythedominant @submissivexblaine @domitxnate @ryansfabray @subsilask
Owen heaved a sigh of exertion and hauled a pail filled to the brim with stones he found out by the lake. Trudging up the path, Owen was dressed in a tight little pair of pink swim trunks and his hair was messy and still in the process of air-drying after having been in the water for the better half of an hour. With some effort, he managed to lug the bucket of rocks to the fire pit situated at the middle of their campsite. “Phew.” He said let out, wiping his brow before he plopped down on the ground and started to sort through all the rocks he’d either found on the shore or dove and found underwater. He started to arrange them around the fire-pit, making for a pretty border. He heard someone behind him and without turning he spoke up. “Aren’t they pretty? I thought I’d spruce the place up a bit. I picked out the ones with the most pink in ‘em.”
Their Highnesses || 👑
Owen was absolutely beside himself. After only being at the institute for a month, the last thing he expected was to be crowned Prom King. Granted, he put a lot of effort into campaigning - but if anything, he thought he might be crowned one of the Princes. This was entirely unprecedented. Standing on stage with the shiny crown on his head, looking out over the student body as they cheered him on was enough to bring tears to his eyes - and naturally, it did. After saying a few words of gratitude to the rest of the student body for voting for him it was announced that the King and Queen were to dance together. He glanced to his left and smiled warmly at a blonde girl he’d yet to meet. Being the social butterfly that he was, dancing with a perfect stranger was hardly an issue for Owen. He held out his hand to her. “Shall we, my queen?” There was a playful undertone to his voice and his expression positively radiated the absolute joy the was feeling. @ryansfabray
