"yknow, I always thought Addams would know how to drive," Bianca says. The siren looked up from her notes, her random thought making the rest of the nightshades perk up.
Yoko humms. "yeah but she's a rich kid."
Bianca gives an unamused stare. "we all technically are, Yoko."
"but with Wednesday wanting to be the best in everything, you'd think she'd be driving too," divina adds in, the ever so supportive girlfriend.
Wednesday ignored the chatter, momentarily glancing to her shoulder where a slumped over Enid laid her head.
"I meannnn, Wednesday could be riding something else." the implications weren't lost to the others as Yoko wiggled her brows. "and can you blame her? Her ride be lookin-"
Divina pulled yoko from the couch in reply.
Wednesday could feel her skin turning warm not dignifying their childish spat with a reply.
She can drive, she knows this.
"do they know?" Enid sleepily murmurs, her hands flexing from their spot around Wednesday 'I can drive' Addams.
"no," she answers curtly.
She didn't need to look to know that Enid was smiling.
"I thought you'd be happier with how we met," the wolf continues. "wasn't it on your bucket list or something?"
Wednesday continued writing. "it was."
Enid can't help but giggle. "good to know that 'meeting the lomf by hitting with car' can be crossed out now."
"don't remind me," Wednesday glowers, a flush on her ears. She didn't mean too.
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blanket au =w=
Wednesday and the nightshades are studying at her place when suddenly, a sleepy blanket monster glomps the seer. The raven tries to keep it serious and continue studying while her friends are laughing at her, when Wednesday realizes something hard is pressing against her butt.
Enid's morning wood finds its place against Wednesday under the blanket, the werewolf pressing against her. Meanwhile, the Nightshade are none the wiser except for the fact Wednesday is blushing furiously, trying to keep a straight face.
Tags: idfk what this is, enid's a tease and Wednesday's a touch desperate as always
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It isn't until the nightshades leave does Wednesday shove Enid towards the couch.
The werewolf is smiling and the drowsiness in those eyes immediately dissapeared. Enid was awake and thus aware of what she was doing for the past hour.
This insufferable mutt-
"you're disgusting," Wednesday gasps, already off her pants as she positions herself properly on her wolf. "putting me in a situation like that-" A choked moan slips past her lips when Enid grasps at her waist and drags her down to the base in one fluid motion. "you're such a needy thi-ng!" she moans, digging her fingers into the shoulders of her lover.
Enid is smiling, uncaring off the insults and looking far too at peace as she grinds herself into Wednesday. One of her hands dip to ground an aching clit, rolling the thing against her thumb and loving the way Wednesday curls herself deeper into her arms.
Her roomie has always been attractive but when she looks like this? All crazed eyes, knowing exactly what she wants? Dressed in nothing but a shirt Enid is aware is hers?
"and you're beautiful," Enid murmurs, peppering kisses along that sharp jawline. "what a pretty doll, you were waiting for this weren't you?" before Wednesday could even sharply deny, her jaw tenses when Enid sharply thrusts, rubbing and pressing against that one spot that nearly has her combusting.
"You're made for this, 'day," Enid whispers as she lavishes slowly warming up skin with praise. "you're such a pretty thing, it's only right I ruin you."
Wednesday shakes her head, her own thighs shaking as her mind goes from clarity so something a bit more clouded.
"nuh uh," she says, breathy as she fully wrapped her arms around enid's neck. Shit this is exactly what she needed, to have Enid buried inside her, filling that aching need that's been persisting for hours.
Enid kisses her, a soft kiss with a tongue that laps the inside of her mouth and swallows every moan that Wednesday gives.
When they pull away there's a string of saliva then Enid giggles as she stands up, hoisting a squirming Wednesday in tow.
"yuh uh."
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Their linen closet must be 3/4 of the way full of random blankets people keep gifting Machete (he doesn't understand that he just looks like he's always cold and just wants to know why almost every gift he gets is a blanket)
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pov: ink discovering fanfiction at 2am
in a domestic au where they live together because i love those sm 😣😣 what fic yall think he’s reading… and yea error definitely had to shove that pillow between them. no shenanigans allowed *wagging finger* bro gotta get it from ao3 instead 😭😭
(without hatching)
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omygod look guys, new au new enid!!
Wednesday is known to be touch adverse and quite willing to be alone
Nightshades are parasites and still want to be friends
They barge into apartment, expecting bodies. They didn't expect a sleepy roommate
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I absolutely became OBSESSED with Blanket Enid in the span of a sleepy hour at night and I must know if you can show us what she looks like under the blanket? I know you mentioned she wears very little if at all under so I thought I'd put it on this account but I'm just curious her build in this au, like is she taller tha weds by a large amount like the bodyguard au, or is it more like her Canon version but taller? Etc 🖤
- love, sleepy mun
honestlyyyy? i originally wanted her to be more plush but like, she's working not lazy! So have this outfit she has to wear when enid's aware there's visitors.
though she doesn't show off her chest, she actually buttons up the sweater
she's a few inches taller than canon but not bodyguard enid size. She's pretty buff though, just to be able to carry the animals and keep them down when they get too reactive
she also wears glasses! Because her eyes are sensitive to harsh light, both from having blue eyes and werewolf things. Her scars all come from the animals she dealt with. She got pinned once and it lead to the one on her shoulder and the on her neck was a lucky graze of teeth.
meanwhile a very determined cat got her face
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Prompt 88
In a world where every human starts with blood that’s a very bright red, only darkening by one taking another’s life, Tim is very careful. Apparently even using explosions in warehouses and wherever else the league of assassins had set up counted as killing, to his slight horror. He couldn’t let his team know of course, even if they joked about joining him if he turned villain.
It was one thing to joke, but if they saw his blood, pitch black and dark enough to nearly swallow the light around it? He really doesn’t want to see the horror or disgust. He isn’t going to let anyone know if he can help it.
So it’s a really shitty situation when one of the henchmen of one of the rogues decides to break his nose and about fifty-something people are suddenly very aware of his very high kill count. He has a choice here. And he isn’t entirely sure if he wants to deal with the consequences of either of them.
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