#int. wren

[scottienolan]

starter for: @thewrenxharlow location: outside driftwood coffee

"If you're here for the speed dating I'd turn around while you still can, babe," Scottie informs her from the bench, taking a inhale from her cigarette.

"I been watching the guys go in and it's fucking bleak."

[edietello]

location: driftwood coffee starter for: @thewrenxharlow

"Do you drink dairy? I fucked up this latte and if I have another one today I'm gonna have the fuckin' zoomies into next week."

[greengideon]

"Well, you gotta at least start considering it. It's October -- you gotta start pooling resources. Especially if you want a chance of winning any costume contest," he advises, crossing behind the counter to fill Wren's mug.

"See, that just feels lazy to me. But it's very economical -- I'll give you that. What about the Falcon from those Avenger's movies? Think I can pull that off?"

@thewrenxharlow

Wren looked up from where she was sitting on a stool at the diner, nursing her coffee as she scrolled through her phone, but the question made her pause before she just shook her head. "Nah, not really. You could always do that though but like, bloody it up? Maybe some gnarly makeup and be zombie Paul Bunyan?"

[rcmandaniels-archive]

→ frontier foods. closed for @wrenniemontgomery

Roman had never really enjoyed grocery shopping much. It was one of his chores in and post-college, but only because it was shared with Kaya, who he wanted to spend every spare moment with, especially without Harrison there to capture her full attention. Back then, the carts were filled with processed junk food their younger bodies could digest without issues.Now, as he grimaced at the lentils on the carefully curated grocery list in Ophelia’s elegant handwriting, he wondered when he crossed this line. Finishing up, he went to pay, and whilst he realistically knew the clerk had a variety of customers come in and out during her shift, and probably paid no attention to the items being scanned through, he couldn’t help but feel like he was being judged somewhat. “I would like to say I’m not as boring as my groceries make me seem, but I’m slowly coming to the realization that maybe I am. No one having fun is here buying lentils after all.” As if this awkward attempt at small talk would make anything better.

[mercy-misrule]

More people should play DnD in adventure league. It's all RAW, you have to know the rules, the DMS have to use pre written adventures so the prep load is lessened, though obvs still there.

Idk man I've been playing AL for a year now and I've found an endless group of great players and DMs and I've had so much fun.

And people are like wehhh but AL means you can't roleplay which is absolute horseshit.

Everyone roleplays all the time. And it's such a joy to be there when guys who are purely about numbers and crunch engage with the roleplay.

I was part of a game where a guy playing a bard multi class had to be the face for an interaction because we were a high wis high int low cha party.

And listening to this numbers dude, who was a very mechanically adept player do his first face interaction was so lovely.

I think people get in the 'rules get in the way of playing the game' mindset because they don't understand the fun that comes from finding a great rules interaction and that's a shame.

I was casting dragon's breath on my superb fairy wren familiar and having her rain down firey hell on people as I was following along with firebolt and it ruled. I had so much control of the battle field.

A friend figured out how she could have three attacks at level one according to the new rules.

The more you know the rules, the more fun you'll have, from both a player and DM perspective.

People can play how they like, but you will have more fun and as many other people have said you will take a lot of burden from your DM.

[mgrover]

I don’t write fanfic but I keep just thinking of different AUs that would be fun to read? Like any version of Suvi, Ame, and Eursolon ending up anywhere but where they did post children’s adventure is interesting. (Was just thinking and then I got a bit lost feel free to ignore my ranting under the cut)

But there’s something about the idea of Eursolon and Suvi being even more brother and sister then they already are due to him going with her to the Citadel at the end of the children’s adventure. (Ignoring the fact that he just likely would have been caught and sealed)

Just imagine, Steel shows up and Suvi has become attached to this boy who is near identical to her. He looks so much like Steel’s late friends and is clearly so kind like she likes him in that brief little interaction they had? So he just ends up coming with them cause he’s not willing to let Suvi go alone. So to the citadel Stone and Soft have died heroes, I’m unsure how well known their family was before everything went down or if Suvi became well known as a result? But I think it would be reasonable for in the chaos of everything stuff gets fudged and yeah no Soft and Stone had twins. Like Kalaya managed it for most of her life with Steel’s pull I think Eursolon could be hidden.

How does that affect him and his view of his breath and his identity as a spirit? Does it make him bury it further? Cause being in that environment from childhood would be wild for him. If I remember correctly while he doesn’t have Suvi’s level 1 INT of 19 but if I remember he does have a 12? And as Steels kid while he definitely wouldn’t make it through the citadel in the wizard way, having him ending up in some Eldritch Knight/high ranking Azure batalion path following Steel to sword town. Just Suvi still ends up with her brother, her protector, but when Grandma Wren is dying she isn’t sent out alone.

In a sadder twist the way the Citadel separates groups this could end up with heartbreaking stuff of sibling comparison and not quite rivalry but Suvi is rising to the top of what achievement is in the Citadel and Eursolon is decidedly no. How does that feel to a kid? Or another twist do Eursolon and Suvi manage to find out about Kalaya early cause their both in the citadel. Just how would the tether away from how the citadel talks about spirits affect Suvi, and how would the highly conditional but still real consistency and family that Eursolon would receive affect him as an adult. Anyways this is just wild thought screamed into the void

[undervaalue]

" Fisher's Cove, down by the docks. Nothing huge but it'll get the job done. Plus, he has a bonfire pit, so like, we can burn shit. In a small way, you know, s'mores style. I just hope no one falls into the water like last time. "

Wren rolled her eyes at his antics but the corners of her lips pulled up just the same, an almost-smile gracing her features. "I try." She replied easily, failing to keep the smile at bay as it soon enough took over more on her features. "Multiple bottles and the promise of a party? Now you're definitely talking my language. Where's his place at?"

[bojangos]

hi bo! bit off topic maybe but you mentioned tarran being prince regent, i was wondering how you think mandalore’s government works (as a system). i’m doing a fair bit of worldbuilding and the politics are a huge “wtf am i looking at” to me. so far looking at the wiki hasn’t helped me much..

there's a lot of moving pieces and complicated bits because of the meshing of legends and canon so i don't blame you for struggling with it! tbh most of my thoughts are entirely headcanon by trying to make these bits and bobs work.

essentially it seems to me that the Duke/Duchess of mandalore has the highest amount of power int he sector, being that they have authority over the 'homeworld'. (gets complicated if you put a mand'alor in the mix whoops). a lot of the other rulers seem to have a LOT of leeway and independence though as the duchy (of satine's day) doesn't maintain an army or have like. governing offices off planet.

the rules of other planets seem to have other noble titles or similar (Countess Wren of krownest for example, pre being Governor of concordia). we don't know exactly who rules kalevala, but in TCW, we do see Tal Merrik, who is both Mandalore's senator and 'a prince of kalevala'. he probably was a distant cousin of satine's or something, since the kryzes are canonically From kalevala, but like. you can't be both the duke of mandalore and prince / princess regent of kalevala if that makes sense.

idk if that helps but that's sort of my thinking behind the prince regent title. Taraan would keep that title until inheriting the duchy, though a governor would do most of the day to day ruling.

[harvies]

eli's lips pressed into a thin line as he hummed in thought, "i don't know... he can get quite nasty." his ex was notorious for making a scene and it was one of the reasons why he left him. a wave of emotions surfaced as he recalled what his ex did and his nose scrunched, "you know what, let's do it. so, what are the terms?"

open to masc muses! plot is linked in source.

"all i'm saying is that it'd be fun to watch him sweat a lil." wren shrugged and drummed their fingers on the side table. "makes no difference to me either way, really, but the guy deserves it. he's an asshole."

[quinloki]

I am here to rescue you from whatever it is that has you down! As always, this runs long and the damn ask function will not allow me to do a keep reading cut so everyone else is just going to have to suffer.

Did I see something really cute today? Yes! Our local box turtle, a juvenile house wren, but most importantly the juvenile tufted titmouse. Why is this the important one? Well, the window bird feeder we have was running low on food and it was also raining today. Every time he landed, he'd hop into the feeder to eat the food.

Well, it's a wee bit slippery and he hasn't figured a lot of stuff out yet. Every time he landed int he feeder his legs splayed out in opposite directions. He kept hopping them back together only to end in the splits again. It was utterly hilarious. All those cartoons of characters having their legs go in different directions on ice were not inaccurate.

Is your pet adorable? Yes? I don't really have pets, I have plants. They are named: Lacey, Touchy McFeely, Jewels, Polydora, and Mapleine. Four out of five are succulents. Lacey has a crimped edge to her leaves. Touchy McFeely is a panda plant and all the leaves are fuzzy. Jewels is a jade tree. Polydora is a community of succulents in a single pot, and the name comes from Greek mythology. Polydora was an Amazon and as a tall lady myself, that was the Polydora I went with (there have been several people with the name in Greek myth).

And then we have Mapleine (pronounced maple-een, like Maybelline but with maple). Mom has informed me that mapleine is the chemical compound responsible for all artificial maple flavors. Why did I name the one plant I have that isn't a succulent this? I'm glad you asked. For some inexplicable reason, her leaves smell like maple syrup.

First time I smelled it I thought I was having a synesthetic moment. I was sitting at my desk (I keep her with me at my desk) and all of a sudden I was overwhelmed with maple syrup scents. I spent a good fifteen minutes trying to figure out what my trigger sense was. I gave up. I then sniffed my plant. It was her. MY PLANT SMELLS LIKE MAPLE SYRUP. No clue what kind of plant she is but damn is that fun. So Mom named her Mapleine. Whenever we smell maple now we say, "maybe it's mapleine."

If your blorbo was real, and appeared right besides you right now, how would you react? Well, I have more than one blorbo so let's tackle 'em one at a time, yeah?

Arlong—I'd probably scream and hit him with my baseball bat. In my defense, that would be terrifying but I'm in my PJs in bed and I have my dignity to preserve as a woman.

Benn "Fine Motherfucking Vintage" Beckman—drool.

Shanks—I'd probably just start poking him to see if he was really real and actually here.

Aramaki—I'd probably stare like a goof as I tried to figure out how he fit in the room.

Now for the non-One Piece blorbos:

Gildarts—I'd probably attack him first out of fright and then feel bad because the dude is missing half his limbs.

Laxus—same as Beckman's.

Skinny Might—probably introduce him to Tiny Might and inform him quite proudly that my Tiny Might can do something he can't: glow in the dark. I'd probably then explain why I have Tiny Might in the first place, tell him what he means to me, and offer him a place to sleep. I love Skinny Might. About as much as I love Beckman.

Aizawa—take pity on him and scooch over in bed so the man can finally sleep.

Hawks—probably going to touch the wings automatically and if he tries to leave tackle his ass to the ground. I guarantee I outweigh him and mark my words, I will be dragging him to bed one way or another.

Nanami—same as Beckman's.

Sorin Markov—I'd be deeply concerned honestly. The sudden appearance of a Planeswalker is not a good sign and he's the vampire planeswalker to boot. I also love him more than any other character in existence (besides Boromir but that's more of a platonic love), but I know he isn't fond of humans and he has a bad track record with women in particular. Knowing as much about him as I do, I'd probably inquire if he was okay and offer my assistance short of letting him feed on me (my period just ended but if it hadn't, I could technically feed him).

Tell me your three favorite things: These change because I don't know what favorite things is, it's too broad of a question. So, I'm giving you my three obsessions right now:

My professor and lest that sounds creepy, I greatly admire him as an academic and a person. I have a lot of respect for the guy and I enjoy looking into any of my professors' research because I like knowing what to expect and being able to learn from experts is awesome. I just bought two of his books too. I love my professor to pieces (platonically) but I disagree with him nearly across the board and I find it challenging to dissect things because we're in opposite camps (while in the same field), but at the same time I learn a lot even through disagreement and I get to learn how to disagree respectfully. Plus, Mom & I have decided that he isn't just one of the good professors, he's a fucking genius and I gotta make hay while the sun shines. I only have 13 or so weeks left to learn as much as I can because once this class concludes I will have taken all the classes he teaches at the Extension School. =( My time is extremely limited now.

Dystopian literature & films. This has been ongoing for awhile now but it has gone beyond just reading/watching for fun. I'm trying to construct my own online class for the genre, as if I were going to teach it at the Extension School. I've been trying to create the reading/watch list, craft a syllabus, and of course come up with the lectures. It's a ton of work but I actually want to teach a course on this (I'm not qualified, I'm just an undergrad). Since I cannot teach it at my school, I could just create it online outside of school and that is always a possibility but for now I am very much in the crafting stage.

Stand-up comedy. I have been reliably informed that I am the funniest member of my family. I also greatly enjoy doing impressions and have mastered a few...odd ones. And I do them better than anybody alive. It's a weird flex but it's what I've got (the other flex is coming in 8th place at a 6 person tournament). Alas, I cannot tell you what these impressions are, I'm building up a repertoire and will eventually debut them at open mic nights. I have to work on myself internally and get nerves/anxiety/panic attacks under control first, but I already have about a 2.5 minute routine ready to go. So when I get stuck in school or work I just start practicing my impressions. However, once I do debut them live (and Mom records the performance), I will happily share them.

There, do you feel a little bit better now? Have I made you smile or laugh at all? I'm sending you a hug as well and if you need more just let me know.

Oh that poor bird 😅Well, providing some entertainment to the people helping him get a meal probably isn't a bad trade off ^_^

Okay, I love the plants and their names \o/ Polydora is a great name for a collection of succulents - and I really love that it's a name that shows up more than once in mythology.

And Mapleine... ah, I'd love a plant that smells like maple. I have a set of runes made from Maple Wood and the scent is so calming sometimes I just put my nose in the bag and breathe when I need to relax a little.

I love that Arlong gets the bat, and Beckman gets drool XD The Skinny Might interaction is just adorable, and man hard same with Aizawa and Hawks, frankly.

I hope you get everything out of your esteemed professor in the time you have. May you, by happenstance or will, find yourself befriending him and having an opportunity to speak beyond class.

I would love to see your syllabus on Dystopian literature and films when you get it sorted out - if you're comfortable sharing it. Fates willing I would happily be a test subject for you ^_^

I look forward to the video as well, and I'm already very curious about who you're good at impersonating, but I will wait patiently 🥰

You managed to distract me, delight me, and help me relax all in one go ❤️ Thank you, my friend. Ah - who are other Polydoras in mythology? Are they all humans? Do they do amazing feats, or are they supportive pillars for those we deem heroes?

[konradolssonjournal]

Fredag 23 februari 2023

Tiden är inte något man färdas igenom, det är något som färdas igenom en. Allt händer samtidigt.

Det blev vårkänslor idag. Sol, blåsigt, men likväl sol.

Fastnar på Instagram i säkert 40 minuter. Först en massa strunt, men till slut når jag fram till några godbitar.

En scen där en dotter rest från Australien till Irland för att överraska sin pappa på 60-årsdagen.  Jag börjar gråta som... ett barn? Nej, som en pappa som längtar efter sin dotter. Att vara föräldrar är verkligen att bygga in en konstant sorg i sitt liv, känslan av att aldrig vara tillräcklig, och när de lämnar, att inte få vara där för dem nog mycket. 

Hittar en man, en poet vid nam David Whyte:

”How do you know that you are on your path Because it disappears That’s how you know”

Bli ett med din resa. Bli din resa. Tänk inte på målet. Tänk på att bli personen som når målet. Precis som Rick Rubin säger. Tänk inte på slutprodukten. Tänk på att leva ett kreativt liv.

Whyte citerar sedan David Wagoner:

Stand still. The trees ahead and the bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. It answers, I have made this place around you, If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.

No two trees are the same to Raven. No two branches are the same to Wren. If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you, You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows Where you are. You must let it find you.”

Stå still. Träden framför dig och buskarna bakom dig är inte vilse.

[darkwants]

he didn't know how rough the other man had been or how many men had even used wren that day, so arthur tried to be careful and hoped that it didn't bother wren too much that he had to look to see what he was doing. yes, he'd seen every inch of her, of course he had when you thought about the way men and women interacted and he wasn't special for that, but wren seemed so scraped raw that he didn't know if he wanted anyone to look at her. "oh." the question was a surprise because he'd thought that the answer was obvious and he didn't know if it was better or worse that it wasn't. "because i like you. and i like being around you and taking caring you. that sounds stupid when you have so many other men coming after you, doesn't it?" if arthur knew that wren would be happy, he'd claim her. if he knew that they'd actually accept him as a choice, he would ask her how she felt about it, but arthur's record meant that no one was lining up to give him his own personal girl when the system seemed to prefer having them willingly available at every time.

"thank you," she breathed, relieved that he didn't seem to be bothered. most people didn't even pretend to care once they were done with her. arthur had been the only one who seemed to want to get to know her. that showed her even an ounce of compassion. she didn't understand why he kept coming back. most came back once or twice but that was it. she wanted to beg him to claim her but she knew that it might push him away. that was why she just enjoyed his company whenever he was there. he carried her out to the hall and found the pile of towels. she pressed her face into his neck as he made his way back to the aftercare room. they got settled in one of the large chairs and she nodded slowly," i will," she promised. her hand went to the back of his neck as she watched him bring the towel between her legs. a small gasp escaped from her but she wasn't attempting to pull away," arthur," she breathed," why-why do you keep coming to see me?" she wished she could take those words back but they were out there. she knew if one of the women who ran the house, heard her asking that, it would mean trouble.

[wrentherealcowboy]

Introduction post because I didn't make a proper one 😣😣

Hi! I'm Wren! I use she/he pronouns and I am genderfluid :3 I'm currently in high school :3. I'm currently reading Magnus chase, then I'm going to Kane Chronicles, and THENN I'm moving to chalice of the gods :D

So who's my favorite character? Take a guess. Look at my pfp and my banner😖

Least favorite character? Unfortunately it IS in fact Calypso 🙁 Calypso defenders DNI

Speaking of! DNI/Int!

DNI: Calypso defenders/hj, Piper haters, proshitters, transphobes, homophobes.. Basic DNI

INT: valgrace shippers, solvaldiangelo shippers!!, multishippers, Percy Jackson people in general, creepypasta enjoyers, RPers, etc!

[prettylittlesims-88]

INT. MOSHULU RESTAURANT - NIGHT

SPENCER HASTINGS, her parents, VERONICA and PETER, wait for her sister MELISSA at a celebratory dinner.

VERONICA: (to Spencer) Honey, you’re not supposed to eat mussels with your hands. It’s not polite.

SPENCER: Sorry.

Veronica expresses concerns about Melissa living in a dusty townhouse during renovations.

INT. MOSHULU RESTAURANT - NIGHT (LATER)

Melissa arrives with her boyfriend, WREN.

MELISSA: Mom, Dad, here’s Wren.

Spencer is surprised by Wren's appearance.

EXT. PENN'S LANDING - NIGHT

Spencer steps out for a breather and encounters Wren.

WREN: You shouldn’t be smoking, you know.

SPENCER: What are you doing down here?

They engage in conversation, discussing their backgrounds and Melissa's relationship with Wren.

INT. MOSHULU RESTAURANT - NIGHT (LATER)

Spencer and Wren decide to return to the restaurant.

[dom-i-nate]

Desperate | Nate and Wren

Who: Nate Mantle and Wren Hummel @switchingwren When: October 7th, 2023 Where: Nate's Room What: Scene during Locktober. No known TWs.

NATE Right on time, he heard the knock on the door and answered to see Wren kneeling beautifully at his door. "That's a good girl," he hummed with a polite smile, opening the door to let her in. "Let's get started on the couch," he offered, allowing her to meet him there while he sat and she knelt in front of him. "Alright, so my rules," he began, "One, i expect you to use your safe word should you need it. Two, don't ever lie to me. Three, I will cuddle for after care but I don't share my bed for over nights. Four, i don't kiss, though lips on other parts of the body are fine. Five, You will use my title at all times and appropriate ones are Daddy or Sir. Any questions yet?"

WREN Wren was plenty nervous about seeing Nate, this was her first experience with anyone since coming to Stonewall. But after speaking with Nate she could tell she would be comfortable with him to enjoy herself despite it being Locktober. After she made her way to his suite she knelt at his door waiting for him. She loved being praised so when he began with that her nerves lightened. When she was in the room with him and kneeling at his feet while he sat on the couch she took in his rules. All of which did make sense and she was happy that he was so willing to explain exactly what he was looking for. Being sure to take a mental note of everything he said she replied, “Yes sir, I understand. I prefer to use the stop light system for my safe words just so you know.” Looking up at him she was in awe of just how hot he was in person.

NATE Nate nodded, "I appreciate that. That's my favorite way too," he smirked as his tongue crossed his lips. "alright, so remind me, we wanted to focus on...what exactly today?" he asked, running his hand through his hair.

WREN She waited patiently at his feet, happy that they were both on the same page with their safe words. “We are here for you to take advantage of my situation. For me to pleasure you in any way you want.”

NATE Nate nodded, "and remind me your thoughts on dirty talk or name calling?" he asked, "And while you do that, you can strip for me," he added quickly, settlign back into the couch to watch the show.

WREN “Yes sir,” she replied as she stood up onto her feet, first taking her shirt up over her head, “I love dirty talk and name calling,” she admitted as she unhooked her laced black bra revealing her breasts. “Dirty talk I am especially fond of. Name calling would just depend on what I’m being called.” Following, she pulled down her shorts at the same time leaving her only her locked bottom half for him to see.

NATE "Alright," He murmured, "So which names should I stay away from?" he asked as his eyes continued to watch the simple show in front of him.

WREN She pulled her hair down out of the pony tail it was in, “Pet,” wren felt a shiver, “That’s my biggest one that I would not be called, sir.” Her brown hair flowing down below her shoulders, she caressed her body as she looked him in the eyes.

NATE Nate nodded, "Understood. So things like, needy or dirty slut or whore - those alright?" he confirmed, but making a mental note about the particular name she didn't like. Soon, Wren was naked in front of him, other than her belt and Nate smiled evily. "Well, you're looking to pleasure me, right?" he asked, pulling his long length from the top of his shorts to show it to the other, "So come get me nice and hard, then."

WREN She smirked happily at the words that came out of his mouth. “Yes, those are completely okay with me. Thank you for asking, Sir.” Once her orders were given she nodded moving closer to him, still on her knees between his, “Yes, Daddy.” Taking his length in her hand her eyes flashed up at him as she pressed a soft kiss to the top of his large member before wrapping it with her mouth taking slow bobs from top to bottom.

NATE He eased into the couch as Wren crawled closer, settling herself between his legs. He moaned feeling her warm mouth around his length, wasting no time which was not something he got enough of. "Damn, taking that cock like a pro," he groaned as he felt her cheeks begin to suck against him.

WREN She rested her hands on his thighs as his member hardened under her warmth. She hummed in pleasure a smirk coming across her face as he complimented her work. God she loved that. Wren tightened her mouth around him, pressing herself deeper onto him.

NATE "Oh fuck," he growled again, feeling her push more and more onto his length. Surprising, honestly, most new girls struggle with the sheer size of him, but Wren wasn't the least bit concerned. "That's right, show me how much you love that cock, little whore," he growled, gripping a hand into her hair to encourage her to slurp him harder and faster. "C'mon, slut. Choke on that cock."

WREN He was large and there was no way of denying it. As his member grew harder she found herself struggling a little bit more than usual, though it had been a while since she had given anyone head. Powering though she got excited when he pressed her down willing her to move faster. She tightened up her mouth around him and began sucking faster, the drool falling out of her mouth sloppily when she managed to press him all the way to the back of her throat. Gagging for a moment before coming up for air, “I love your cock daddy,” she smiled with pleasure.

NATE He growled in delight as he watched the girl swallow him further, starting to gag and choke on him a bit. Her face was already becoming a mess when she came up to speak, the lust blown eyes looking up at him as she spoke. "Then show me," he hummed, pushing her head back down onto him and holding it still as he thrusted upwards several times into her throat. He held onto her hair as he pulled her off, giving her another chance to breathe as drool fell from her mouth and tears started to pool in her eyes. "Dirty little whore, you can't get enough of daddy's cock can you?" he asked with a laugh, teashing her lips with the tip of his length again.

WREN Show me made her wild, wow did she wish she didn’t have this lock on because she could tell she was wet from his words alone. He pressed into her and she could feel him hitting the back of her throat. Catching her breath with a smile, her face was dripping from him. “No I can’t Daddy,” she traced her tongue along his member, kissing it at the top before placing it back into her mouth and sucking again, her hand at the base working up and down along with her.

NATE Watching her still want to devour him was making him crazy and he suddenly realized why everyone hated Locktober so much. "I can not wait until you're out of that fucking thing," he growled, watching and feeling as she started working his cock again. He was thickening inside her mouth, and the finale was well on it's way. "Tell me where you want Daddy's cum, whore," he growled, pulling her off again so she could speak, "You wanna swallow it, or do you wanna wear it?"

WREN “Me too Daddy, I can’t wait until I can feel you inside me,” she confirmed bobbing back onto him, her pussy dripping at this point craving for him to be in her but knowing she couldn’t have him. Getting pulled off by her hair she contemplated which she would rather have, “I want to wear it, please. Put you all over me.”

NATE "Good answer," he said, pushing himself back into her mouth, thrusting hard into her throat, listening to her gag and choke on him as he quickly came to his climax. With a loud moan he pulled out, stroking himself against her face, the white ribbons of his climax splashing and painting against her face. "Oh fuck yes!" he moaned, feeling ever moment of complete bliss.

WREN Before she had a chance to answer she was back gagging on him with every motion he thrusted into her mouth. She looked up at him with large doe eyes pleading for him to dress her with his ropes. Her face covered in him she smiled brightly, proud of what she had done. She licked what she could off of her lips to taste him, “That was so hot Daddy.”

NATE He smirked at her, her pretty face looking up at him with her cum covered face. He reached his hand down under her chin and gave her a small pat underneath. "What kinda of things do you find calming for after care, darling?"

WREN Smiling up at him because she felt as though his pat on the chin was praise enough, she replied, “A warm rag and a cup of water would be amazing first. Then, just a little bit of time in your arms, please, Daddy,” Her voice was soft and kind.

NATE Nate smirked back with a nod, "Stay," he said softly and got up to get two bottles of water and a warm, soft rag. "Here, bottle is better, though i'm from Michigan so I have issues trusting tap water," he joked, and used the rag to softly clean her face. "How's that, darling?"

WREN Coming down from everything her breaths slowed when he handed her the water, “completely fair,” she laughed at his joke. She took a few sips of water and felt herself relax while her face was being wiped down. “Great, thank you,” Wren replied with a soft smile.

[egotistival]

immediately, soledad rushes to reassure them. "no, of course not! you're my best friend too. i just..." swallowing, soledad tucked a strand of hair behind their ear with their free hand, eyes averting, feeling silly. "i thought that maybe that had changed for you." a laugh bubbled up to the surface from sole, cutting the tension like a knife. "please, you know i love how obsessed you are with me." and they did, truly. would never bother with a restraining order when they craved the attention and someone they could also mutually obsess over. the problem with soledad was... "maybe i just had too many interests." fixations were a part of their personality, deeply ingrained as a way to keep themselves occupied back home, a habit never broken. "maybe we would've worked if i hadn't have devoted all that time to the macabre." their books - even trailblazer, which was admittedly light in comparison, were incredibly macabre and to a degree that bordered on horror. "if i hadn't spent hours at my computer researching and writing... if i had spent those with you instead." do you resent me for it? they want to ask, but they're far too scared for that.

OZ BLINKS . THEY DIDN'T PARTICULARLY QUESTION if they should be saying that, until now that is . " i — yeah ." oz scans sole's face now, suddenly a bit self conscious . " is that — i mean, is that weird now ?" they feel the need to wince but they suppress it . they swallow as they let their eyes fall back to where soledad's wrist lays in their hand, feeling warmer than they should at the proximity that soledad closed between them . " i mean, i can't really just ... turn that off ." they shrug a bit . " you were my favourite person before . you still are now ." maybe that shouldn't be the case . oz didn't fucking know . they felt the way they felt and they couldn't help it . had never been able to really . maybe they were just destined to either be the one falling too fast or the one lingering too long, but either way they can't look at sole and see anything other than the person they want to hang out with all day, every day, forever maybe . but maybe that will fade over time . oz doesn't know, they've never had a relationship like this before . some part of them doesn't think they ever will again . " and i like giving you attention ." oz replies unthinkingly for a moment before they're hearing the words back and halting in the beat they're drumming against soledad's inner wrist as a result . " which probably the only reason why you don't think i'm clingy . or why we lasted as long as we did ." oz rambles a bit nervously in light of the slip up before shrugging and adding, " or why you don't have an active restraining order against me or something ." they flick their tongue over the seam of their lips before shrugging and adding, " so honestly, i got really lucky here ... " a nod as their brows arch . "it could've all ended up a lot worse for me ."