#Words By Wren

[critter-of-habit]

A couple of weeks on Peridea and Shin is going a little stir-crazy

#just follows Sabine around like a lost puppy tbh #Ahsoka series #Sabine Wren #Shin Hati #Wolfwren #Mine #art #SW Art #SWArt #I know there's probably a more gffa appropriate word than Gremlin but #you can't do better than gremlin #.

[softieskywalker]

sabine continuing the disaster lineage feels so fitting. she's just as insane, rebellious and with an incredibly questionable morally grey past as her predecessors. war crimes lineage is perfect for her, no wonder she struggled so much when kanan was teaching her, the mace windu lineage doesn't allow insanity like that

#just a simpler type of insanity #remembering sabine designed weapons that in her words enslaved mandalore #and thinking yeah she's perfect for the war crimes lineage #sabine wren #disaster lineage #sw #ahsoka #ahsoka spoilers

[awsok]

okay. let's talk about shin, sabine, and whatever the hell is going on here:

i've been trying to figure out this moment, and why shin responds like this. because it feels like a change, right? the shin of episode 1 would be thrilled to have permission to hunt down and kill sabine. but here, she's clearly protesting the order (indirectly, because she can hardly outright say 'no' to thrawn).

on one level, this is definitely at least in part because the order is coming from thrawn. orders from baylan are fine for shin: baylan is her master, and by this point in the series it's obvious how much she respects him. but thrawn? baylan told her finding thrawn would bring them power, but instead both she and baylan are being treated like his underlings - this is not what shin thought they were signing up for.

but if this were solely about thrawn giving orders, i'd expect shin's reaction to seem irritated or offended - she's hardly a stranger to anger, after all. but i think it's fair to say that shin's response here can be best characterised as alarmed? she's clearly surprised that they aren't letting sabine go, and more than that: she's not happy about it.

so then, i thought maybe that this was about honour - that shin was so disturbed by this, because it is dishonourable for baylan (who has made a point of insisting on keeping his word to sabine) to break their agreement. (and i know it may seem counterintuitive to assume that shin cares about such a jedi-like concept as honour, but judging by the way baylan speaks of the jedi and shin's padawan braid, he probably instilled her with their values if not their morals.) but then i remembered where episode four left off (which is indicated by the show to be a most a day or two ago):

this takes place literally immediately after sabine has made a deal with baylan. if shin cares enough about honour for it to override her hatred of sabine in episode six, it doesn't make sense for her to disregard honour (even in the heat of the moment) to try and kill sabine in episode four.

so if this isn't about thrawn (not entirely), and it isn't about honour (probably not at all), what is this about? what has changed to make shin go from homicidal obsession to protesting seemingly on sabine's behalf?

sabine, of course.

(by which i actually mean: shin.)

let's talk about The Look!

shin staring at sabine is nothing remotely new. shin staring at sabine without a homicidal glare or a mocking smirk? that's extremely new. this scene makes me crazy (i'm trying so so hard to keep the shipping goggles off and to be objective guys). it may not seem like much at first glance, but this is a dramatic change of behaviour for shin. she's looking at - no, observing sabine in a completely neutral and open way. there's no hostility in this gaze, no judgement, not even fear or conflict. just: observing. and she's doing so openly as well - not just that she isn't disguising herself - she turns to face sabine, as if to give sabine a better look at her. as if to let sabine observe her right back.

why??? why is shin doing this??

um. well. i actually don't know.

i can't make any remotely certain assumptions about what has changed since they left seatos. maybe shin has done a lot of introspection. maybe she feels like she's seen a different side of sabine. maybe they fucked on that spaceship.

the only conclusion i do feel it might be safe to make is this:

i don't think shin sees sabine as an enemy anymore.

i don't know when exactly that changed, i don't know what exactly caused it. but it's true. and if shin and sabine aren't enemies anymore - what are they to each other? what will they become?

tl;dr - shin doesn't want to murder sabine in cold blood anymore. also i think they should hold hands.

#wolfwren #um so this got long. like nearly 700 words long. #what can i say they make me crazy #shin hati #ahsoka series #sabine wren #star wars #baylan skoll #also i tried really hard to stay objective and focus only on what canon gives us #shipping and fanon are fun but sometimes the restrictions of canon are More fun #plus i wanted this to be more about character analysis than shipping fodder y'know? #* #100 #ahsoka #*meta

[ashersanity]

if there is stepbro whitney, there is pervert uncle wren, like you are so similar in age, he never felt your uncle, especially when taught you all about sex and took all your virginities

content warning! incest, step-cest, dub-con, whatever you call it, pc is adopted and big brother whitney is a bitch.

Y’know, this is pretty fucking funny to get considering I’ve been fixated on Whitney’s and Wren’s possible relationship in the game that I made the fuck up since they’ve never met before, never so much as shared a word. I’m still convinced they’re related.

There’s just way too many similarities about them and Vrel answered my question with a “I shan’t say” when asked. That basically confirms it for me. The blonde hair, the names both starting with a ‘W’ and the smuggling tendencies? I mean, where else did Whitney ever learn to pickpocket randoms on the streets? There’s gotta be something at least and I’m not backing down till they properly meet one way or another. Fucking laid back older sibling and bratty little sibling, I’ve got so much shit on Whitney and Wren, it’s crazy.

That’s not the main focus though, is it?

Unlike big brother Whitney who’s going to be all rough about it, demanding to take your virginity just for the mere satisfaction of having taken it to begin with, Wren will be a little more different. All smiles, that’s simply how it is with him. Wicked grin plastered on his face, soft brown eyed boy, something so very welcoming about him that makes you wanna listen to his comforting words, lightly ushered into your ears. The same ones where he’d reassure you over and over about how this is fine, slipping your hand lower over his throbbing erection insistently nudging against your palm, barely restrained by the constricting fabric of his trousers.

He’ll be gentle about it at first, brush it off as mere teasing and being playful with each other cuz that’s what family does, right? Don’t mind the lingering glances of his gaze over your barely buttoned shirt, where the collar hangs low to reveal your pretty, flushed skin beneath the loose fabric. Calls you shit like “doll” and “sunshine” as terms of endearment and affection, loving the way a faint blush dusts your cheeks at those words, telling him off. Obviously, it isn’t normal to be this chummy with your uncle, chummy enough that you’re comfortably sat on his lap, legs hooked over his hips and tongues down each others throats, uselessly grinding away.

First kiss went to him without even realizing it, planting his lips against the surface of your cheek, dangerously close to the corner of your lips before firmly pressing his mouth to your own with a breathless sigh. Barely have a time to register what the fuck even happened before the smuggler is pulling away from you, as if none of it even happened in the first place. ‘Course, it escalates to more than short pecks and stiff lips, now willingly parting for his pink tongue demanding entry, seeking yours. Next thing you know, you’re now getting a taste of his cock, musky scent heavy against your face with your nose buried in his dark blonde patch, giving the length an experimental suck.

Alright, so you may or may not have given your first kiss to him and he’s given you the taste of cock, quickly grown addicted to it like a typical cockwhore would, like he trained you to be. Just the subtle spreading of the blonde’s legs as he chats over the table of fuck all with his buddies, the stretch of his jeans over his long legs has you flushing like a virgin. Well, technically you are one, that is, until he takes that away from you too.

Was the same thing as always, settled on his lap, legs dangling from your position with the two of you sloppily making out. Routine you picked up on, sit on uncle Wren’s lap and you’ll be left with each other’s frames needily pressed against one another, mouths refusing to part away. Offhandedly mentions about your virginity, practiced hands dragging lower, lower than usual as you stiffen up on the spot. It’s ok, he promises. It’s ok, uncle Wren is simply here to help you learn for later on, how to take a real cock. So, just let him do this just this once, hastily freeing his dick, springing up like a starved man that’s been eagerly waiting for this very moment, smacking against your bare backside.

Oh, he’s going to have fun ruining his cute little sunshine’s hole, alright.

Grip on your hips, tight and rhythmically squeezing the soft flesh between his fists, utterly enthralled. Watching on as you bounce down on his cock like a needy whore in heat, coming undone. Gotten the taste of real cock and now, you’re never going to live without it, not without your constant pawing at his belt from now on. Fuck, Wren loves it. There’s nothing prettier than that adorable expression you make once you finally sink down to the base, curved just right to fill you up and reach places you would’ve never thought so before. The hot sounds of your soft, squishy insides tightening around him, sucking him right in as though you’re begging not let go. You were made for this, fucking made to be taken like a slut on your own uncle’s lap, a now deflowered tulip.

Will Whitney be happy about this? Fuck no, bitch is probably seething in his seat thinking about it. The stutter of his hips, pausing over your now loosened hole that’s been fucked open by good ol’ uncle Wren. Cmon, don’t tell me that motherfucker wouldn’t have an inferiority complex over it, wanting to be better than the other and so he ruthlessly slams into you over and over again. Mind redirecting to the stuffing of his own fat cock in your slutty tight heat, taking big brother’s heated thrusts so well.

Honestly, it might as well end with both of you, in a compromising position, stuck between both blondes. Uncle Wren’s dick up your ass and Whitney’s own down your throat because of his shitty oral fixation. Both collectively groaning and cursing like whores, heads thrown back at the feel of your warm, wet hole and mouth welcomingly inviting their thick lengths inside.

Can this family get any sicker at this point?

#it got nastier #this is fucking nasty #mentioned wren and the word uncle and a switch flipped in my brain #this is the first time I’ve ever spoken about em #they’re a close second to whitney #why haven’t I ever mentioned them before? mind too busy with whitney #don’t get me started on whitney x wren. shit. #idc if they’ve never interacted in the game #the dynamic is there #dol #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #wren the smuggler #dol whitney #whitney dol #big brother whitney #uncle wren #x reader #character x reader #asher writes #asher gets asks

[peachyhoolagan]

I see him Hera. When the moons in the sky are at their fullest, the wolves howl and the grass dances in the midnight breeze. He’s there. I see him staring back at me in the fields. I see him Hera… and he looks so tired.

-

It would be a hundred times easier

If we were young again

But as it is

And it is

We're just two slow dancers, last ones out

We're two slow dancers, last ones out

And the ground has been slowly pulling us back down

You see it on both our skin

We get a few years and then it wants us back

-

P2

#the lost boy in the field of reeds can walk forever and never return #can you tell I only listened to mitski while painting this? currently sobbing #I have so many thoughts. so many words that I can’t express but this is as close as I can get #they’re the hole in my heart #not sabezra #sibling angst #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #sabine wren #can you tell how mentally ill I am #my art

[veritablenonsense]

kdj’s first meeting with Aileen is actually hilarious if you think about it from her perspective.

A complete stranger bursts into her shop, immediately hands her the exact number of coins she’s being extorted for, and convinces two nobles that he’s a marquis or higher from the Gilobat Industrial Complex. And then, the second they leave, he greets her by her full name and attribute, starts hemorrhaging legendary-grade stories, and passes out on the floor.

This all happens in like... five minutes

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #orv spoilers #also he wakes up on the operating table and IMMEDIATELY starts planning a coup #can you imagine what kind of day she was having #wren dont look #but even if you do i don't know if it's comprehensible #shoutout to orv for being 50% made up words that dont mean anything

[somewillwin]

cool idea for some wolfwren fics wink wink

ahi se las dejo.

#i wish i could words but sadly that was not on my wheel of talents #but it seems like a fun idea for a fic #wolfwren #sabine wren #shin hati #shinbine #sabine x shin

[varuunsith]

hope this doesn't awaken anything in me

#ahsoka series #ahsoka show #star wars #shin hati #sabine wren #god.................... this screenshot #no. no words no reaction. #wolfwren

[oftenlyshitposting]

shin: i wish i was a roomba

sabine: what

shin: oh to be set loose, preferably with a knife

sabine: shin what the fuck

shin: time to slash at someone's ankles

sabine: shin no

#shin hati #sabine wren #wolfwren #ahsoka series #ahsoka #star wars #oftenlyspeaks #oftenlywrites #incorrect wolfwren quotes #incorrect star wars quotes #i just saw a tweet with similar wording #and i just had to make it wolfwren lmaodjskdksi

[sentientsky]

read this gut-wrenching (and very relatable!! who said that) excerpt from Gabrielle Bates and Jennifer S. Cheng and now my tired brain is being annoying about it and won't let me work, so enjoy some gay yearning infused ramblings ab crowley or whatever

you greet the dawn like a blade, the sun cutting every sliver of longing out of you (this is a lie and you know it / this is a lie and he knows it / he must, oh god he must, after so many stretches of forever). the want that you hide in the hollows of too-dark glasses and too-casual words is the same want you've carried for six thousand fucking years; the same want you've held between clenched fists and in the shallow of your ribcage and under the floorboards and anywhere that might keep it captive, might make it small enough that you can one day stop burning up kerosene at the thought of his hands and the bend of his elbow and a mouth that speaks only softness (your want will never be small, and you know this). he turns his face to catch the light and maybe it would have been better if you'd burnt up in the fall because now you're all teeth, all hopeless, heavy desperation, and he's right there. he's right there and he's been right there for an endless infinitude. and yet you will never know him except from the teetering precipice of the lines you've both drawn in the sand (reaching, forever leaning towards warmth). because the walls have eyes. because the walls have maws that open/close/bite/break/rend and to touch him would be to doom you both. he turns his face to catch the light and you dig half-circles into your palm; the only physical evidence of a love so gaping and blood-red it may as well be a wound straight through your side. he turns his face to catch the light and you look away. you cast your gaze up and away, as though She might absolve you of such gentle sin.

#YES I STOLE THE LAST TWO WORDS FROM HOZIER SHUT UP #“wren why do you mostly write from crowley's pov??” oh it's cause i too am consumed by immense unending grief and shame #and also desperate dog-like devotion and also longing as well yes that too. thanks for asking! mwah! <3 #did i edit this?? no not really. so i apologize for any fuck ups :) #good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #aziraphale #aziracrow #go2 #ineffable lovers #ineffable wives #good omens season 2 #my words #good omens poetry #gomens 2 #gomens #poetry #david tennant #‘the only physical evidence’ i say as he looks at azi like this 🥹🤩😍 #good omens oneshot #good omens ficlet #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #good omens angst #on yearning #on longing #on desire #wren writes crow

[venacoeurva]

Let’s try out linking to PF, where the uncropped versions will go! Since this one isn’t terribly explicit, I’m testing it here. I’m not sure if I want to continue posting the crops here or switch to my side account for this kind of thing yet

https://href.li/?https://www.pillowfort.social/posts/3812582

-Do not reupload, edit, or use. Minors found interacting will be blocked.-

#teldryn sero #wren nerevarine #tes #tesblr #non osha compliant #I mean you can tell what's going on but everything's hidden sans slight wren balls #artsyfartsyness #teldwren #don't ask about the username I just put some words together #plus something something pussy I guess #oh the link just automatically previews the entire thing and you have to manually change that thanks tumblr #I link it for a reason I do not want bare ass in peoples face unexpectedly!!!

[inkyquince]

DAY 17: Dating What Daddy Hates (Asshole Ensemble/ The Purge)

Bring the gang to dinner with daddy they said, it would be fun, they said. 

content warning. Dubcon, gangbang, the entire asshole ensemble is here (Briar, Remy, Wren, Harper and Bailey), cumplay, degradation/praise, general dickhead behaviour.

Honestly? You weren’t sure if the Purge did all that much for your town.Well, now they had more reasons to go murder and commit arson and “release the beast” along with all the usual raping. Actually… 

You yanked your laptop over to you, scrolling through the various statistics that were splashed over the homepage of your laptop, already trying to justify the annual tradition. Huh… Rape statistics were down on the Purge night. Everything else was up for your town. Not much urge to do what you can already get away with all year round, huh. 

With a sigh, you shut the laptop, your stomach already feeling far tighter than it should be. 

Why should you be worried? You would be safer this year than you’ve ever been in the orphanage. Adopted to some rich family who liked doing a good deed or something. Though there were rumours that any orphan shipped off would return on Purge night by the caretaker. Though… That never happened in your time. Hell, Bailey would pop open wine when an orphan was taken and then lock the entire orphanage down before heading out with others for the entire night. 

You could faintly hear the clatter of your new family moving down below, chatting away before dinner was served. You didn’t yet feel… Part of them. For good reason too, any orphan quickly snatched up a few weeks before the Purge sometimes went missing… 

The phone on your bedside bleeped.

Perks of having a rich family, you thought as you reached over and swiped it open. 

BrownEyes: u set for the night? 

You smiled to yourself and thought for a moment about your response. 

You: Yeah, tho could use several shots and a friendly game rn. 

BrownEyes: O? Want me to sneak in? 

You: God no. I think you’d be shot on sight. 

BrownEyes: What… Daddy wouldnt let you have a friend around for drinks, games and then a really nice long fuck? 

You rolled your eyes with a snort and sat up from lying on your stomach, listening out for any footsteps heading towards your room. 

You: stfu wren

BrownEyes: Nah ;D

BrownEyes: Anyway, come down from your high ass tower, sunshine. We missing ya. 

You: We?

Wren started and stopped texting over and over, the three bubbles appearing just to disappear as soon as they popped up. There was a good couple of seconds of him not replying, You exhaled through your nose as you heard footsteps leading up to your bedroom door, you adoptive mother peeking her head through the doorway. 

“Dinner’s ready. We are going to watch some movies afterwards, too, if you want to join.” 

You nodded and abandoned your phone, Wren still attempting to message you. You’ll just see what he said after dinner. As your door shut softly behind you, switching the lights off as you went, his message finally popped up on your screen, illuminating the room with the pale light. 

BrownEyes:  Yeah. We’ll catch up with you in a bit huh? Hope you missed me. 

Dinner was awkward. You weren’t feeling up to chatting, even as your parents and adopted siblings wanted to let you join in. You mainly missed.. Well, everything. Even doing your jobs in town, even the assholes, Robin, everything. Missed it too much to properly appreciate the easy life you were living now. 

“So, we’re planning on heading out of town for a bit next week.” Your new father cleared his throat and gave you a smile. 

“Have fun.” You mumbled, pushing the slightly overcooked vegetables around your plate before scooping them up. 

Your new mother gave a little laugh before patting you on the hand. 

“No, silly, you’ll be coming with us! A proper vacation away, wouldn’t that be nice?” 

You gave a small smile, relaxing into your chair and opened your mouth to reply when there was a knock on the door. Everyone fell quiet. Your father glanced at the clock and his grip of his cutlery tightened. 

“The purge only starts in 5 minutes. Probably someone asking for provisions or something.” He stood up, voice unsteady and made his way back to the foyer. 

Your mother waved you and the other two kids off as she began to gather the dishes up and you slowly made your way up to your bedroom, faintly hearing voices coming from the front door. You had just made it to the threshold of the room when there was a shout and a loud bang echoing throughout the house. You froze up before darting back out of the room just to have your mother yell up the stairs for you to stay in your room. 

You backed up into your room, fumbling with the light switch when a large hand covered yours and your mouth. Squirming wildly, you tried to elbow at your assailant but was only met with a low chuckle. 

“Cool it, sunshine, just me.” Wren breathed into your ear. 

You bit down on his hand and he quickly yanked it away with a small hiss before giving another soft laugh. 

“Wren you asshole!” You hissed, still trying to elbow him just without much of the fervour you were doing it with before. “What-” 

“I said I missed you.” He breathed, turning you around and nosing along your temple. “Fuck… I really missed you, sweetheart.” 

You froze up as his warm lips gently connected with yours, his gently sighing into the kiss putting you at ease. His calloused, large hands cupped your cheek as he slowly walked you back, almost shutting the door as you were pressed against it. 

“Fuck, baby.” Wren murmured, nipping at your bottom lip before pressing his hot tongue into your mouth. “You know how to make ‘em yearn, don’t ya?” 

Too lost in him, it wasn’t until there was another scream and the sound of a gun going off did you snap back to attention, pulling away even as he tried to press in closer, desperately trying to press his lips to yours again. 

“Wren, no-” He quickly captured your lips again before pulling you down to the floor, hungry fingers slipping underneath your shirt. “Wren!” 

His soft brown eyes met yours in the small slither of light creeping through the slightly ajar door. 

“M-My family, what-” 

“They aren’t your family.” The smuggler breathed, pressing closer against you as his fingers skimmed just below your nipples. “So don’t worry about it, sunshine.” 

“No, what’s happening? Whose-” 

“Shush, I needed a distraction to get in. Told you we were gonna catch up.” Wren murmured before pressing another kiss to your lips. “They’re fine, I promise. Just… Spooked. Nothing bad, I promise.” 

With a sharp grin, he leaned forward enough to press his gloved palm against the door, shutting it completely and leaving the room in darkness. 

Unable to see anything, you were completely at the blond’s mercy as his mouth found your throat and sucked marks into your skin, his thumbs rolling your soft nipples into hard peaks. You could only squirm and sigh softly under his ministrations, his own erection pressing against your stomach. Putting your trust in your long time fuck buddy, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer while praying that he was right, that your family was just spooked and wouldn’t have noticed him coming in. 

“God, I’ve missed you.” Wren murmured again, sighing against your wettened skin, saliva hot against your skin. “You never came to visit after you were taken in. Hurt my feelings real bad.” 

“They didn’t- fuck…” You exhaled slowly and tilted your head back for him to get better access. “They didn’t want me going out there anymore. Anyway, no reason to, I don’t need to pay rent anymore- Ow!” 

You tensed up again as Wren pinched you roughly as he bit down on your neck particularly hard. 

“No reason, huh?” He murmured, tone darker at your admission. “Then… I guess I gotta make sure you can feel the reason to come crawling back to me right between those thighs, huh? Make sure you can feel it every time you fucking sit down.” 

You shivered as Wren pulled away from you, sitting up just to yank at his belt, loosening it so his dark trousers slid to his knees and his erection slapping against his toned stomach, leaving a string of precum from his leaking cockhead. 

Spreading your legs himself, the smuggler got comfortable between them, shucking down your own garments, along with your underwear, to get at his long awaited prize. He slowly dragged the tip of his cock along your thighs, slowly feeling his way up the crest of your thighs. He exhaled shakily as he nudged your hole before beginning to push in. 

“Fuck. Missed your slutty hole so much.” Wren exhaled as he rested his weight on you, slowly bottoming out inside of you. “Welcoming me back so warm and sweetly.” 

You just tucked your face into his collarbone, whining as his hip bones pressed against yours, his balls throbbing against your skin. You struggle to keep quiet as his pace begins to pick up, sighing with his hot breath hitting your forehead. He continued to press kisses to your skin as you whimpered, somehow needing to readjust to his length despite the amount of time you had spent on his cock in the past months. Wren sighs softly, a few groans interrupting his gentle noises, pushing deeper and deeper inside of you, as if trying to mark you deep from the inside. 

It felt so right, having him with you again, just like this. Rocking slowly on his cock, letting pleasure ebb and flow through you, forehead to forehead. Wren always managed to make you feel safe, even as you distantly heard some crashes, but you couldn’t slip back out of your haze enough to worry about it. Not until you felt something bang at your door repeatedly. 

You quickly covered Wren’s mouth, worried that it was your parents. 

“W-Who is it?” You gasped out, hoping that they were only coming to check on you, instead of wanting to come in and see a man obviously much older than you  bullying your poor hole. 

“Open the door, brat.” Your heart jumped into your throat, panic closing in. 

No… Not… Not him. Anyone but him. 

Wren shook your hand off and dragged you against his chest, groaning louder now. 

“One moment, jesus!” The smuggler made you hook your legs around his hips before leaning back, pulling you away from the door. “Alright, all good to come in.” 

He entered, almost obstructed completely from the hallway’s bright light, but you’d know that figure anywhere, especially in your nightmares. Bailey leaned against the doorframe, eyes shifting to your hole, Wren upping the pace so that his cock felt more like it was brutally hammering into you than the slow lovemaking of before. 

“Been a while.” Bailey’s lips quirked up into his usual sneer, eyes flicking towards your face for only a moment before drifting back down. “Good to see you doing what you do best.” 

You struggled to gasp out a curse at him, the smuggler’s lips immediately pressing against yours with hunger. There was faint movement behind you, and with fear sinking into your skin, everything else came into sharper perspective.The panicked shouts. The sounds of furniture being upturned. The laughter… The smell of coppery blood, getting headier as footsteps approached where you and Wren were tightly pressed against each other. 

A hand wound into the back of your shirt, yanking you away from Wren’s lips, despite his soft whine. You were pushed back against the carpeted floor, Bailey kneeling by your head. You froze up, seeing his slender hands caked with blood leaving marks against your clothes and then your face as he roughly cupped your cheek, smearing more against your skin. 

“W… Whose-” 

“Shut up.” Bailey sighed, his tainted fingers gripping his zipper and pulling it down. “Just open your cum hole.” 

Using his bloodied fingers, he pried open your mouth, nails scratching against your teeth before shoving just the head of his cock into your mouth, the taste of blood and precum smearing over your tongue. You tried to clamp down on the sensitive flesh only to be roughly smacked, Bailey’s rings stinging against your skin. 

“We come to get you and this is how you repay us?” He sneered before wrenching your jaw open further, sinking down into your throat, his balls pressing against your cheek. “Thank me properly, whore, and I’ll let you walk out instead of dragging you out on your goddamn knees.” 

You could just whimper as his cock throbbed on your tongue. You could feel Wren’s chest rumble with a chuckle as you sputtered and whimpered around your caretaker’s meaty cock, struggling to breath as the precum slowly dripped down your throat. You could do nothing but drink it down and try not to panic. 

“Sorry, sunshine. This was the deal.” Wren whispered quietly, mouthing at your throat, tongue flicking every time your throat bobs with Bailey’s ruthless cock. “Just enjoy some proper loving.” 

A mocking laugh echoed up the stairs and Wren throbbed inside of you, his breath hitching in his throat. You heard two pairs of footsteps stomping up the stairs, two voices snide as they made their way closer. Your body shivered and Bailey smacked your cheek again, just more lightly as to not have you bite down on his cock. Your nose buried in his trimmed happy trail, you struggled not to panic as you struggled to breath, his cock moving back and forth in your throat slowly. 

You heard a low curse form Wren as he gripped your thighs harder, just as the door was kicked all the way open and there stood Harper and Remy, blood spattered on their clothes. You could only stare before Bailey yanked his cock out of your mouth and you could violently inhale, tears springing to your ears as oxygen finally got to your lungs. Your heartbeat was deafening in your ear drums, dizzy, but so was the sound of slick against skin, being rubbed almost violently. Eyes finally blinking free of the haze, you focused on Bailey’s cock, his gloved hand jerking himself off. Precum dribbled over the bridge of your nose and cheeks, cockhead flushed darkly. With a sharp gasp, Wren finally came inside of you, swearing softly before pulling out as he was still cumming, painting both your thighs and the carpet in cum. 

“Just in time, huh?” Harper said in a sing-song voice, leering down at you as Remy pushed past him. 

Wren stood, cock still dribbling globs of cum. He paused while getting up, to drag two of his fingers through your combined mess and happily traced his tongue over the creases of his gloves. Finally at his full height, he winked at Remy, who wrinkled his nose at the smuggler. With a twinkle in his eye, he leaned in and dragged the tainted fingers over Remy’s curling lip before looking back down at you. 

“Gonna snoop, sunshine. Be back in a bit.” He grinned, dropping his hand to drag along Remy’s stomach before heading out the door, momentarily obscuring the light before disappearing. 

Remy took his place between your thighs, deftly undoing his trousers and taking his cock in hand, pumping it enough to get him to full hardness.His tongue slowly swiped over his bottom lip, eyes dark as they drilled into your face, hungry and mean. Before you could say or do anything, Bailey gripped your chin and yanked your head back again, pressing his cockhead against your lips but not shoving it inside again. 

“Going to give me a kiss hello, like your boyfriend, or what?” His tone was flat, but creeping with excitement, delighting in the situation you found yourself in, in your new home, with your expired new family downstairs. 

You shakily kissed his leaking cock and you could feel Bailey shiver slightly, dragging the sensitive tip over your lips repeatedly. You alternated between kissing and licking it, as Remy used his thumbs to press into your hole, admiring Wren’s cummy mess dribbling out of you. Harper meanwhile just stood by, delighting in the show, his own hand slowly cupping his erection. The farmer smacked his cockhead against the mess between your thighs, vaguely lubing up his cock before starting to press into you. You shivered, his cock longer than Wren’s, pressing into you further than ever before and Bailey swore sharply as he came, cum droplets running over your lips and chin. 

“Fucking hell.” Bailey breathed and Remy absent mindedly nodded to himself, as if he agreed. 

Your caretaker sat back on his haunches, letting his cum dribble onto the carpet. Harper seemed twitchy, excited, eyes flicking between the white fluid on your face as you slowly tasted it with the tip of your tongue, and Bailey’s weeping cockhead, still dribbling out semen. 

Remy finally bottomed out just as another voice called for Bailey to come back down and help him with something, and your caretaker got to his feet fully, tucking his softening cock back into his trousers. You shivered as he stepped over you without another glance, heading back downstairs and Harper finally opened up his trousers, fishing his cock out. The farmer didn’t take any notice, too busy pinning your thighs to your chest, to push into you deeper, swearing softly. 

“This is all it takes then, hm?” His teeth flashed in the small amount of light in the room, greedy hands squeezing your flesh. “You’re as docile as can be when surrounded by men taking their turns. Good to know.” 

You could only weakly kick at him in objection but he caught hold of your ankle, squeezing it hard enough for you to stop but not enough to actually hurt the vulnerable bones. 

“What did I teach you? Not kicking.” Remy hissed darkly and Harper gave an entertained chuckle, still just slowly jerking himself off as he watched, happy with the show he was getting. 

“Easy there.” The doctor said, mostly to himself as a joke. 

As Remy thrusted into you, pace kicking up into a rougher rhythm, Harper rested on his side, face hovering by yours, grinning as he began to pepper your lips with kisses. He closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation properly, his hand reaching down to squeeze his throbbing balls before returning to its previous position, thumb squeezing out precum from his slit. You could feel his cockhead nudge against your bare stomach as he continued to nibble on your bottom lip before switching to hot, open mouth kisses. Harper’s movements were slightly awkward, unpractised, as you slowly parted your lips and felt him give a short, excited exhale. The tip of his tongue wasted no time in exploring, dragging over your teeth. Remy’s fingernails dug into the skin harder, eyes fixed on the two pink muscles slowly pressing against each other, lazily kissing. His cock throbbed alarmingly and the farmer slowed down, gritting his teeth.The two men distracted you enough for you to be deaf to the last pair of footprints making their way up the stairs before pausing in your doorway. 

“Hm. I should start offering group rates if none of you could wait for barely a few minutes.” That voice, so smooth and husky, like the whiskey Whitney would tip down your throat, was… Gloating. 

Of course you would recognise it anywhere, even as you tried to tip your head back to look at him only to be stopped by Harper’s fingers cupping the back of your head, refusing to stop tasting you. You hummed softly and Briar chuckled darkly. 

“Didn’t think they would all leap at the chance to take you home, with being able to fuck you as the payment Wren offered. Neither did I think my boys would be so into each other’s sloppy seconds, but what do you know?” 

“Sunshine let me hit it first, I’ll have you know!” Wren called from down the hallway, as the sound of a struggle got louder, something fragile smashing. 

There was a chorus of “Shut Ups”, some louder and others, some more breathy and moaning than annoyed. Briar just snickered and made his way to your bed, sitting down and lighting up a cigarette. He began to idly pick through your things, in your drawers, and on your laptop, mirthful eyes dragging back to you and the two men crowded over you every now and then. 

Despite Remy fucking in your far longer, it was Harper who was strugglnig to keep up, lightheaded on your taste alone. His own grip on his cock got slippery and loose, trying his damndest to maintain a tight hold. His breathing kicked up a notch, breath hot and clammy against your skin, saliva dripping down between your lips and tongues. His rapid exhales turned more into weak moans, before stiffening up completely as you gently sucked on his tongue. Spurts of cum shot over your bare stomach, Harper’s exhales half moans and half whines. 

“Fuck.” The doctor whispered, lips still moving against yours as he whispered. 

“Really a two pump chump, huh?” Wren’s voice, now closer, startled you and Harper sounded a noise of irritation, of his warm come down being interrupted. “No judgement, Harpcicle, I blame sunshine for your lack of… Stamina.” 

“Shut up.” Harper said flatly, your hazy brain registering a small amount of surprise at the doctor’s dropped facade. “I remember when you first got laid.” 

Remy snorted and Briar gave a huff of laughter, even as the two men kept their attention on you rather than the bickering between the two blondes. Remy’s cock nudged something deep and sensitive inside you and you arched your back, whining. Harper rolled onto his back and zipped his trousers back up, but didn’t make any move to get up, even as Wren continued to tease before growing bored and shooting you a wink before leaving again. 

Still in a daze, you could just wind your arms around Remy’s neck, enjoying his sharp cologne, the scratch of his barely there stubble against your cheek. Even the way that you could properly enjoy his low, slightly unsteady breathing in your ear, his soft hitches of breath letting you know just how badly he was affected. 

“Shit…” He murmured, his rhythmic rocking into you only becoming unsteady as you squeezed your knees tighter against his sides, fingers slowly tangling in his short hair. “Fuck. Ease up, or I’ll blow quicker than Harper.” 

You could just hiccup out a soft giggle and you felt Briar’s steely eyes flick to your face at the sound. His smile remained inscrutable, his smoky exhale almost billowing up to completely cover his face, like a dragon coveting its golden horde. Remy’s chest rumbles with his own quiet chuckle before his pace quickened, balls throbbing against your ass. You both gasped in tandem as  he reached his end, with you also shaking around him, having been edged since Wren had his turn. 

“Fuck.” You whispered, burying your face properly in his shoulder as Remy’s cum dripped from your hole, his grip on your legs almost bruising at this point. 

The farmer still took a moment before pulling away from you, untangling himself and slipping his cock free from your hole. Harper’s eyes flicked to his weeping cockhead, a small rosy blush on his cheeks. Remy leaned his head back, small drops of sweat beading at his temple and exhaled slowly. Briar gave a husky chuckle and leaned forward, your bed creaking with his shifting weight, and plucked his lit cigarette from his own lips, just to tuck it on Remy’s bottom lip. The farmer briefly cupped the brothel owner’s hand to tuck it between two of his fingers, but Briar didn’t slip his hand away, resting it against Remy’s cheek as he inhaled slowly, eyes fluttering shut as the nicotine hit. The other man watched him as he took a few more puffs before leaning away, running his slender fingers through his long chestnut hair, just to push it back. 

“Move up, Remy.” Briar nudged his foot against the farmer’s leg. 

Properly adjusting the cigarette on his bottom lip, Remy stood. He gave you a lingering, low glance, smoke curling over his face, before stepping over Harper and faintly beginning a conversation with Wren, if the blond’s smug laugh was any indication. Briar instead knelt down where the farmer had been, ignoring Harper’s fingers slowly tracing over your stomach, dragging through the slowly cooling cum. Briar smacked his hand away as he gripped your waist, just to turn you on your front. His thumb ran along your hole, gathering the combined cum just to tuck the finger into his mouth, sucking slowly. He tilted his head, as if deciding on the taste before spitting it cleanly out, onto the carpet. 

With your own cheek resting against the floor, and Harper just slowly dragging his long fingers over your skin, left over cum on his fingertips making new patterns on your back, you fully relaxed into the new position. Obviously Briar noticed, if the satisfied hum was anything to go by. 

“Quite fucked open already.” He murmured, using just one thumb to press into you, making more cum rush out, down your thighs. “So I just get to enjoy you, without worrying if I will rip that pretty little hole.” 

You just mumbled something and you felt Harper press closer to you, giving the shell of your ear a light kiss. Not even hearing the rustle of his clothes, Briar’s cockhead nudged your opening with a soft squish.

“Hurry up.” Bailey appeared at the door again, resting his forearm against the frame. “Others are growing bored.” 

“So you could take your time, fuck at your leisure?” Briar gave an amused sigh, slowly sinking into you, filling you up again. “But you have to rush everyone else? Almost sounds like you wanted more time with your little orphan, hm?” 

“Shut up.” Bailey muttered before using his weight to push himself off the wooden frame again. 

He didn’t leave, instead his cold eyes rested on your face, your blissed out expression. Even as Harper began to idly play with your nipples, even as Briar bottomed out with a low chuckle, he refused to stop looking at you. Even as your eyes shut in bliss and the brothel owner draped himself over your back, murmuring obscenities, his gaze remained fixed, analytical and aroused. 

“Never understood why you had so many repeat customers.” Briar sighed out. “Knew you had talent but… Yeah, this hole is something else. Basically a fucked open gloryhole but still damn addictive.” 

You could just whine softly as he rutted into you. His cock had a delicious curve to it, putting pressure on a spot that almost had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Briar refused to let up on you, even as you reached another orgasm, shivering around his cock. Harper continued his nibbling, leaving love bites all over your neck and shoulders, even nipping at your earlobe just to make you squeak. 

Bailey also remained, watching you fall apart. 

Downstairs, Wren and Remy picked over the family’s possessions, the blood staining the nice wooden floor boards. The blond in fact, kneeled down to twist the rings off both the husband and wife and the farmer rolled his eyes, just about finishing his cigarette before stubbing it out in a decorative ashtray. 

“Who's that for, hm?“ 

 “Hey, could be for you.” Wren grinned at him before they both quietened down, listening to your soft moans growing louder and louder. 

“Could be for them.” Remy snorted, idly leaning back against a bloodied counter. 

“Yeah, but only after I sell them, y’know.” Wren straightened up, rolling the rings in his palm before tucking them into his pocket. He slung his arm over Remy’s shoulders, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Then I’ll buy a nice collar for them. Or a sex swing. Or a new cottage. Y’know, all for easy access.” 

The farmer was cut off in his reply as there was a final moan and footsteps began to come back down the stairs. Both Bailey and Briar appeared at the foot of the stairs, Harper’s cheerful voice echoing from your room, no doubt dressing you back up. 

“Happy Purge.” Wren just grinned at his compatriots, smug as they echoed his own words back to him. “Let’s go see if any places on Danube street look especially full of expensive shit.” 

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#inky halloween event #bailey the caretaker #wren the smuggler #briar the brothel owner #remy the farmer #harper the doctor #dol #nsft #quincewrites #degrees of lewdity #GOD IM SO SORRY IM ALL OVER THE PLACE WITH THIS EVENT STUFF HAPPENED AND I NEEDED A BREAK FROM WRITING DAILY #SHOULD BE MORE BACK ON TRACK NOW MY LOVES #HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS FUKIN BEAST #4.7K DAMN WORDS

[dawn-of-adira]

Ezra, convinced that Sabine will never like him back, started going on dates. Sabine believes Ezra has moved on.

Ezra has not, in fact, moved on.

@sabezraweek

#swr #ezra bridger #sabine wren #sabezra #ezrabine #star wars rebels #fics #my fics #sabezraday2024 #fanfic #with s(words) in hand

[cyle-stuff]

ASHOKA SPOILERS!!

AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!

#I HAVE NO WORDS JUST JOYISH SCREAMING!!! #ashoka series #ashoka spoilers #star wars #sabine wren #ezra bridger

[wren-of-the-woods]

For the WIP ask game, double fake dating sounds incredible!

Ooh thank you!! I’ve been having fun with this one! It’s a modern au and the premise is that, due to a series of convoluted events, Jaskier ends up fake dating both Geralt and Yennefer at the same time. It features a lot of dramatic Jaskier PoV that I’m rather proud of. It’s at about 6k right now and will probably end up somewhere in the 15k-25k range! I’ve also been having fun writing Jaskier and Yennefer’s text exchanges, so here’s one of those:

Yennefer: I can’t even tell if you’re cheating on me or Geralt in this scenario

Jaskier: i’m not cheating on anyone!!

Jaskier: i’m not dating anyone!!!

Jaskier: i’m *fake* cheating on my *fake* boyfriend with my *fake* fiance

Jaskier: there’s a difference

Yennefer: Arguably, this is worse.

Jaskier: maybe!

Jaskier: but i’m making money and pissing off valdo so i’m good :D

(From this ask game)

#i actually added a few hundred words to this one today so the timing is good :D #thank you again!! #wren talks #asks

[mandalorianfleshenjoyer]

I have FOUR wolfwren docs just fucking chilling. Three of them are AUs. One has over 7k words. The number is dramatically going up every day. These two are driving me insane

#knowing me ill end up with like 10 different docs by the end of the show #and none of it will be published cuz im shy💀 #(looks back at my ursabo 20k word doc) i pretend i do not see #wolfwren #hey at least im being productive hehe #shin hati #sabine wren