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Prompt for Wenclair: Enid having the sudden realization that Wednesday is reciprocating her affection (physical and/or verbal)

She's shooketh

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If you’re still taking scenarios for drabble discussion, after their first intimate encounter in the shes the man au, how much longer before Enid gets to show her appreciation of Wednesday for all her help?

Tags: wednesday gets her pussy ATE and Enid being a good wife by doing said eating

Bro I don't even know what's happening

EXTRA NOTE: I THOUGHT THIS WAS STREAMER ENID AU, NOT SHE'S THE MAN FUCKKK 😭😭

Enid sighs, feeling right at home as she stares up at wednesday from between her thighs.

Now, you're probably wondering, how did she get into this?

Well, it was a spontaneous thing.

"ride me," Enid says one day and Wednesday doesn't look up from her paper.

"okay," Wednesday agrees but here's the thing, Enid really should let her wife be but it's been three hours and wednesday should really take a break.

So Enid does the wonderful decision of skipping close enough to have Wednesday aware that she's in sight. There's a smile on her face as she links her fingers behind her back.

"on my face," Enid continues and she humms, already wishing for a taste. "I want you to ride my face."

Wednesday pauses and she turns her head to stare up at the werewolf. There's a look in her eyes, like a battle raging in her head so Enid chooses for wednesday instead. The things she does for her pretty wife.

"please?"

Just like that, Wednesday folds.

And now here they are, with Wednesday positioning right over Enid's face with a questionable look.

Enid groans, seeing the way Wednesday clenches on nothing and it tempts but Enid has a mission in mind and it's to have her wife suffocate her in the best way possible. So enid grasps at wednesday's thighs to spread her even wider, watching as those lips open even more, it's a beautiful sight and it has warmth shooting straight into her core when it tenses.

"beautiful," Enid mutters and she lightly pulls her closer, basically pleading for her wife to lower down. Wednesday allows it with a shaky breath until a weight settles over Enid's mouth.

The wolf moans, circling that lovely nub of a clit with her tongue as Wednesday's thighs begin to press onto Enid's ears. What lovely sensory deprivation.

"E-Enid," tumbles out of Wednesday's mouth, her hips grinding against the mouth currently kissing her lips. Her fingers go from the bed to the blonde's short hair, tangling through lovely curls and pulling Enid all the more closer.

Always been one to please, Enid goes lower and slips her tongue inside. It has Wednesday tugging at her hair in reply and the groan Enid let's out has her gasping.

Wednesday's heads drop and finally, she starts getting desperate. Those lovely hips rocking frantically against the rough texture of Enid's tongue after a second or two.

"Enid, fuck-" she repeats and it's always been a blessing to hear Wednesday say her name. How could Enid possibly stop when her dearest wife was enjoying herself? A little suffocation hurts no one and it wouldn't be the first time the wolf nearly died for her.

She was simply going out in a more.. Enjoyable way, that's all.

When something akin to a whimper leaves Wednesday's lips, pride burns and grows at Enid's chest and her nails press onto that pale skin. Wednesday's hips stutter at the motion and if she wasn't so busy, Enid would smile. Instead, she pulls her hand down, lightly leaving white lines that wouldn't stay but certainly would be felt.

It's there that Wednesday makes a noise that's more than breathing. Broken cries begin to spill from her lips as Enid brought Wednesday all the more close, the wolf's nose nudging at that clit as she focused on savoring her wife.

In turn, Wednesday tugs harder, a pleasurable sting that has Enid lapping for more and when she tenses in reply? Enid knew she was close.

It takes a few more seconds before something steadily fills Enid's mouth. The blond slows down, her tight grip relaxing as she rubbed soothing motions at the reddened skin and she knows it was going to leave a mark.

It ends with Wednesday letting out a pleased sigh, her head thrown back as she breathes and basks in what just happened. Enid placed one more kiss at that clit as her wife began to run her fingers through the hair she had harshly tugged at before.

Wednesday watches her, eyes so soft and face so relaxed from before that it has Enid smiling right back.

"good?" Enid wonders as her head leant onto the inside of Wednesday's thighs.

She nods and a smile grows on her face. It's beautiful and Enid falls in love all over again.

"good," Wednesday whispers right back.

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Hello again Stream. If you’re still taking art requests, may I ask for a soft romantic Wenclair hug for the streamer Enid au?

You’re doing amazing my dude, and your art is as wonderful as ever 🫡

I dunno about romantic hug but hey, close enough

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Stream, if you’re still taking art prompts, could I suggest some domestic Wenclair from the Streamer Enid au?

Gotchu 👍

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Enid: -and then I had to save a house filled with teenagers. They came up with a plan but were so indecisive that they wanted me to help them choose roles.

Wednesday: …that must have been frustrating, they’re strangers to you.

Enid: It’s all good. Apparently our intern was best friend’s with the caller, and so when I checked her desk, she had a handy dandy friendship question list of skills they all shared. Really helped me pick the right teen to the right job.

Wednesday: Truly a small town.

Enid: I also beat the game with flying colors. You proud of me?

Wednesday: Always my love.

Wednesday going to bed that night: Was it all a game? Or did enid imply that she also beat a game during these times??

Enid, no thoughts and happy she got to talk to wednesday: hehe wife said she's proud of me

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Gotta love it when her love for Wednesday shows in her hobbies. Honestly I can see Endespair starting off slightly on edge because she wants to save everyone, and then getting super invested in the story. Picturing her proudly explaining her thought process to her wife as she uncovers each new clue.

Late night calls where enid recounts the story but wednesday (who's lowkey overworking to come back faster) doesn't know if this is a game or did enid somehow get herself in another crime without her

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There’s something about the fact that personal boundaries exist to separate people from those who’d impede on one’s personal bubble, and yet for Wednesday Addams, because her boundaries are always clear, other’s feel bold enough to constantly cross them. Boring boys continue to ignore her clear intentions to be alone; trying new pathetic pickup lines that range from pedestrian to unintelligible. Fellow students interrupt her silent studies in the library to spark up a mundane conversation that go nowhere. Even some of the teachers try to rope the goth into some inane extra curricular with the promise of fun, even though she’s already participating in the required activities that she actually wants to do (fencing and bee keeping is enough). While Wednesday isn’t exactly yearning for the whole school to fear her (at least not too much) a healthy amount would be nice if it meant she’d have some peace and quiet without another person breaking the silence.

There’s an obvious exception though, personified in her bubbly roommate. Enid Sinclair has mastered the ability to somehow weave her way through Wednesday’s boundaries so effortlessly that it’s like a dance. The wolf so clearly wanted to wrap the raven in her arms since the moment they met, and yet she respected Wednesday’s wishes, only crossing the line after the two of them helped save the school. The goth even hugged back, and though she’ll never admit it, she wished the hug lasted longer. This isn’t even touching upon all the countless times that Wednesday has convieniently forgotten her aversion to touch when it comes her roommate. To be fair, Enid wouldn’t linger for long, and it was usually either Wednesday’s arms or shoulders, but the raven has harmed people for less, so there’s no denying that the wolf was special (though denial is a fickle thing anyways, especially according to a certain vampire).

Unfortunately, Wednesday was currently in a situation that didn’t involve her “only exception” as she found herself at the receiving end of a new student’s attempts at flirtation.

“Look, all I’m saying is that my ability to heal rivals everyone here,” says boring lizard boy whose name Wednesday didn’t even bother to hear. “I can even regrow limbs!”

Wednesday doesn’t even waste her energy rolling her brown eyes at this nobody, instead opting to just ask, “Why don’t you regrow them somewhere else, preferably far away from me.”

“Oh come on Addams, I know you’re into weird shit. You’re telling me you don’t have a single morbid thought about my abilities? ‘Cause let’s just say the healing helps with certain endurance based activities.”

“I hold no thoughts of you, for if I did, I’d risk lowering my IQ. Now leave.”

“Damn, can’t the savior of Nevermore throw this dog a bone? Not even a smile?”

His slimy fingers began to reach for one of the goth’s braids, but he soon found two of his fingers caught between a pair of scissors.

“Do not touch me, less we learn the extent of your abilities.”

The boy threw up his hands with a dopey grin. “Whatever you say Addams.”

Fed up with the social interaction, Wednesday began to make her way back to her shared dorm. Enid should be there, probably already painting Thing’s nails. Regrettably, this brief moment of thinking distracted Wednesday long enough to not notice the sleazy reptile once again reaching towards her. This time, he grabs her wrist, specifically the one holding the scissors.

It’s short lived however, because right as the raven was about to give this boy a sneak peak of Hell itself, she feels something splash against her face, followed by the shrieks of the idiot who dared touch her. Wednesday lifts her arm to see his freshly amputated hand still attached to her wrist. She touches her face and finds that some of his blood has indeed gotten on her. She finally looks to the source of the violence, finding her angry roommate with blood still dripping from her multicolored claws. The sight causes something to stir in Wednesday, not unlike the way she felt after hugging her bloody roommate for the first time.

“Don’t ever touch her,” growls Enid. “Don’t even look at her, or your eyes will be next.”

The lizard boy nods his head as if his life depended on it, before sheepishly asking, “Can I at least have my hand back?”

“Oh for sure!” With a smile on her face, Enid removed the hand from Wednesday’s wrist, and with a casual strength that only a werewolf could muster, threw it across school grounds so far it couldn’t be seen from where they were standing. “Go get it. Come on Wednesday, it’s almost your writing time.”

With a level of irony for the currently handless boy, Enid grabs Wednesday’s hand as she drags her away from the scene. All he can do is bleed and watch them disappear into the school.

As they walk the halls, Enid talks a mile a minute, with her actions now dawning on her. “I really just cut his hand off. Like, SLASH, off! It was like instinct, I wasn’t even thinking. I just saw him touch you, and I know you don’t like to be touched.”

“Enid.”

“Like I know you can fight your own battles, but part of being best friends is that you don’t have to do it alone anymore!”

“Enid.”

“I’m probably going to get into trouble aren’t I? I mean, he heals right? It’ll grow back, everything is fine. Plus, it was kind of self defense, or is it not ‘cause I was coming to your defense?”

“Enid.”

“Sorry, yes Wednesday?”

“While I agree that I could’ve handled it myself, your actions are appreciated, especially due to how vividly violent it was.”

The validation causes Enid to blush. “Aww, thanks Wednesday, anything for you.” The blonde smiles a big toothy grin, to which the goth replies with a small smile only meant for Enid. The two continue to their dorm, with a peculiar sight for anyone that dared to look in their direction: they were still holding hands.

Enid, realizing that her favorite sweater is covered in blood: awh man!! Now it's never going to wash out

Wednesday, already tugging her towards their dorm: I can help with that

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Oh shit, the argument that causes Enid to leave their room to go stay with Yoko? Aw man, how does that go down?

Firstly, Enid wasn't packing when Wednesday came back

Instead, she immediately asked what all of that was about.

Wednesday, still reeling from the information that Enid isn't the hyde says that there's nothing to worry about and that Enid wasn't going to get into any trouble

That sets Enid off, because that isn't the point.

Wednesday, you nearly died! You could've died actually!!

Wednesday "but I didn't" Addams, was as stone faced as always.

Enid continues, saying that they could've died she didn't come in and distracted the hyde. Before stalking forward and pointing out that "Wednesday, you're just a girl! You couldn't have done anything against that thing!"

Wednesday gets defensive. "I would've done just fine without you."

And so Enid gets frustrated because Wednesday didn't see what she saw. She didn't see a beast towering over her friend, just a switch ready to kill, Wednesday didn't know.

Not to mention Enid nearly died.

You're telling her that Enid could've died trying to save someone that didn't think they needed it?

"then why bring me?" Enid grits out. "why invite me to a girls night if you could've done just fine without me?"

Wednesday is silent.

It takes a beat.

Before Enid laughs because fuck, she was the perfect alibi. Sure, Enid suggested the excuse but Wednesday wanted to go out first.

Holy shit.

How could she be so stupid?

Wednesday never wanted to hang out, she just wanted to persue this stupid mystery.

Persue it with Tyler with his dumbass hair and his smile and his wound across his chest. She says it's for Eugene, Enid wanted to scream what about her?

God, no wonder Wednesday burnt this school. The girl brought ruin where ever she went.

Maybe it's time she followed Wednesday's advice for once because if Wednesday did so well alone, then might as well give her what she wants.