#Enid x yoko

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<3 <3

girls night (poor thing was forced to film tiktok)

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are they talking about morals or a certain enid? who really knows at this point especially since It started as a threat but then spiralled into this

also funfact, this is yoko's pov so the image of enid is her memory of the werewolf!!

This is set somewhere before Yoko has to transfer to Aidenn for a week or two. Because yoko is leaving, enko have been hanging out more and well... Wednesday can't help but be aware of the way the vampire touches Enid in a way Wednesday couldn't

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Enid's tail taps the soft leather of Yoko's very nice couch. The other woman is sitting opposite her, arms and legs crossed and awfully calm. She wonders if the vampire can smell her worry.

"Why?" She whines. "Why me?"

"Because it's my birthday, and you're my best friend." Yoko sips her wine glass of blood. Enid hopes the glass in front of her is a dark red wine.

She feels the heat of her face— she must be bright red. If her skin was any hotter, she'd be able to see steam. She grips her thigh with one hand, trying to appear calm with the other relaxed.

The affect is probably ruined by her dipped head. She feels like a guilty pup.

She really thinks it through in her head. She would do this for Yoko, she would anything for Yoko. She would fight tooth and nail for her. She would be anything she wanted.

But this...

"If you don't wanna, you don't need to, 'Nid." Yoko sets her glass down, stretching her delightful arms across the back of her sit. "This is no fun if you don't enjoy yourself too, Doll." She's so calm despite asking that of her. She must've done this a hundred times by now.

The thought makes something dangerous swell in her belly.

"If I do this..." she looks back up to face Yoko. She somehow got more beautiful in the time since she last saw her. "Would we still be friends?"

Yoko's face softens from the calm, rock solid look and becomes something more gentle. It helps cool her face by a fraction.

"Enid," she breathes like a prayer. "I would never stop being your friend."

"Promise?" Yoko laughs softly. The noise makes her heart beat slow. It's no longer pounding her rib cage.

"I promise, Pup." Yoko stands suddenly, downing the rest of her glass. "If you're all ready to go, I'll be in the bedroom." Enid nods then, letting the thigh gripping her hand relax.

"Yep, yeah, yup." She stammers. "Cool. See you soon."

Yoko laughs again and blows her a kiss as she walks. She's been in Yoko's room for girls' nights, but now the idea of her cool silk sheets and fluffy blankets sounds terrible. Like she's staying at some hotel and not the bed of a very close friend. She takes a very deep breath —which doesn't help her calm down in the slightest amount— and stands. Her hands are sweaty and she feels gross all over. Like a clam.

She walks slowly to the door. If Yoko could see her, she would laugh at her for acting like she's about to die.

"I can hear you, Baby." Yoko coos. "You don't gotta be afraid. I won't bite too harsh on your skin. Unless you want that?"

Enid runs into the room to make this awful walk go faster. She nearly slams into the doorframe, but she manages to avoid it. She thinks about leaving the house and faking her death.

Yoko is nude. Completely so. One of her best friends is nude and so very cozy in her bed and all for her.

For just tonight. That's all this is. A birthday gift.

She stumbles like a newborn deer to the bed, tripping over herself to not injure her limbs.

"Ah-ah!" Yoko points a finger. Without her glasses, Enid can really focus on the divine red of her eyes. Red like the blood she drinks. Red like the wine. "I'm not letting some dressed lady into my bed, Lovely. Strip."

"Yes Ma'am." She almost tears her throat trying to grab the zipper at her collar, yanking it down and tossing her jacket to the floor. She's half done with her shirt buttons when a hand strokes her abdomen. Yoko is no longer lavishly spread against her bed like some royalty to feast on; she's got her cool boney hand pressed flat against her stomach.

"Yoks?" She whispers.

"I changed my mind. Get in bed and let me undress you, hm?" Yoko leans back again, pulling Enid in by her belt.

"Alright." She's more than strong enough to stop the other woman, but she hardly wants to. Not when Yoko's hand slides between her shoulder blades and she presses nice lips to her neck.

"Gorgeous," Yoko whispers, "so beautiful for me, Enid. Good girl." Her knees wobble on the bed, almost falling into Yoko. She is a cruel woman.

Yoko's hands work the buttons with much less intensity but it's loving. Delicate in a way that makes Enid wants to pile on top of her and never get up.

She runs her knuckles across the thick hair at Enid's navel, trailing down until her hand stops at the buckle of her belt.

"You good to keep going, Baby?"

"Yes." She slips her shirt off, all the buttons undone by Yoko's clever hands. The vampire smoothly unbuckles her belt, taking it off and dropping it to the floor. She feels open, but not unsafe. Like looking through the windows of a safe house.

She's on her knees above Yoko. The bed springs creak under the combined weight. She knows it's well-made and won't break.

She wishes she could be the same way.

Yoko settles a hand on her thigh, the other grabbing the zipper of her pants. She pulls down, letting Enid's clothing spread like a blooming flower. She places a hand on her bulge, thumbing across her.

"Already hard for me, Sweetheart?" She presses gently at the mid of her, dragging a noise out of Enid. "You touch yourself to the thought of me when I left you?"

"Yoko—" she chokes out. She places her larger hand over Yoko's deathly-cool hand, rocking against it for friction. "Please."

"Please what, Puppy?" Yoko moves her hand to angle it better at the base, letting Enid hump her like a dog in heat. "What me to touch you raw? Skin to skin?"

"Please."

"Oh shush, Love. I got you, yeah? I got you." She grabs at the band of her boxers and pulls them down, letting Enid, fully hard, slap against her belly, pre messily smearing against her happy trail.

Yoko grabs her and squeezes softly, letting Enid rut against her hand.

"Messy girl, aren't you? Needy needy girl. Making such a mess of my hand. Gonna make a mess of me, too?" The taller woman whines, sharp teeth clicking awkwardly together as she pants.

"Yes, yes, gonna—" Yoko pumps her hand once and Enid almost sees heaven. "—Wanna make you so messy, cover you—"

With a flourish, Yoko's hand leaves her, letting her twitch and smack her stomach, so close to the brink.

"You aren't gonna finish on my hand and leave nothing for me, 'Nid. I'm having my fun too."

The werewolf nearly sobs, but lets Yoko sit her head on silk pillows without a fuss. She looks something akin to a goddess there— soft skin, narrow hips and a soft belly, cushioning fat on her stomach and spread between her legs and arms. She looks like a beautiful meal for Enid to sink her teeth into.

Maybe calling her a goddess is wrong. They wilt in envy at the sight of Yoko.

She's better than them.

"You gonna give me my gift or are you gonna keep looking at me like I'm some prized catch?"

Enid jolts at her speaking, completely lost in her reverence. She quickly works boxers and pants off, leaving herself nude as well. "'M sorry, you're so pretty."

"I doubt that's the best word you can use, Enid. Maybe I thought teach you some new ones? You'd probably like me spanking you with a ruler and calling you a bad, bad girl wouldn't you?"

Enid settles for dropping her face in between Yoko's lovely legs, kissing the soft thigh next to her head. She shifts her head and presses her nose into slick-damp pubic hair, whining into Yoko's center.

She laps at the older woman feverishly, tasting her. She's addictive in a way that words could never do justice; she isn't sweet nor bitter nor salty— she tastes like Yoko. It's a paradise that heaven could never compare to, always falling short to Yoko's perfection.

Even muffled through her thighs, Enid can hear Yoko cursing and groaning aloud. Yoko lives decently far from any other houses, but they could probably hear her if they strained their ears.

The werewolf focuses on her clit, sucking on her lightly to make her weep.

"Enid," she cries, "oh Enid." Yoko's legs are wrapped around her head as tightly as they can, so unafraid of cracking her skull, trusting her to be strong enough to take all of her.

The feeling of Yoko tightening around her tongue in bliss is a kind of peace that makes Enid want to give up drinking. Maybe give up drinking water too, drinking only Yoko.

Yoko pushes her by her forehead, slacking her legs and letting go of Enid's head. She doesn't leave her mind, though. She's made herself comfy there.

"Was I good?"

Yoko laughs through quick breaths, patting Enid's head.

"Very. Now." With shocking strength, Yoko flips Enid on to her back.

"How about the rest of my gift?"

I COULDNT DRAW ANYTHING BETTER BUT THIS IS SO DSHAJKEJKDAKJ

anon i love it, i love them and i love your writing thank you so much for this gift

thank you for feeding the enko nation rn

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Enid: What in the actual hell is wrong with you!?

Wednesday: ...

Wednesday: *pulls out ridiculously long and color coded list*

Wednesday: I've been waiting my entire life for somebody to ask me that question, mi amor.

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Yoko: really?! That's how you two started dating?!

Enid: You didn't see the way she smiled when she got to the pyromania section! What else was I meant to do?!

Yoko: Call the police?!

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Wednesday: What gluttonous cretin decided to help themselves to my food?

Ajax: *points at enid*

Enid: Sorry, I didn't mean to! But I was hungry :(

Wednesday:

Wednesday: Actually, you should eat all of it. You need the energy now that you've wolfed out

Bianca: Whipped!

[yeta-drewit]

Rip Yoko you would have loved this gay disaster.

May she rest in peace knowing her sacrifice would bring a lack of gayness to the show for Wenclair to fill.

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Enid staring at Wednesday: I still think she's hot

Yoko: I guess in a sick Victorian child kind of way

Enid: Ooh yeah, I wanna feed her some soup so bad.

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Yoko: hey Enid, I know how hard thid is but we're going to have to move away from the coffin at some point

Enid: No I'll just wait here

Divina: Enid, it uh, it really seems like you haven't accepted what's happened and... listen, I don't want to be the bearer of bad news but, Wednesday's gone.

Enid: She'll come back. She told me she'd come back, she said "Enid, I shall come back", so like, just wait til she comes back.

Yoko (sighing): right sure

Yoko: I think that we shou- OH MY GOD WEDNESDAY WHAT THE FUCK

Wednesday (brushing splinters of coffin from her shoulders): I have come back

Yoko: WELL FUCK ME THEN, I GUESS

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Wednesday: did you get the dozen eggs, like I asked you to?

Enid:

Yoko:

Wednesday: what

Enid: We got something even BETTER

Wednesday:

Yoko: *holds up a chicken*

Enid: Her name's Henny Penny Addams

Wednesday:

We all know that Wednesday accepted Henny Penny as her own child

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lets go lesbians lets go

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Enid: Oh! Me and yoko? We're just friends!

Also Enid, knowing damn well that she's the only one Yoko flirts with: Just a couple of besties :^D!

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Can't say I'm surprised tbh!! Nor disappointed but don't you worry my lovelies who love the other ships I'll write em too!!!!

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Enid sex worker on my head now too

Prompt of a kind I guess just writing random thoughts here:

Definitely post college and I would say Enid distanced herself off from her friends slowly, maybe cus of troubles with her family or whatever.

Years later Yoko is stressed because of work and heartbroken so a friend of a friend recommends a good ‘masseuse’. Then we get her going and dining out it’s basically sex work but booking an appointment just to check it out?

Cue Enid No-Name

Then naughty things commence!

Basically Enid helps destress her by eating her out then giving her a night to remember

Enid who pauses because oh shit, that's yoko. Her best friend from nevermore yoko before she calms down bc hey, Enid has grown alot since then, surely yoko won't remember?

Well

when enid slips in, yoko stills and their eyes meet

Oh shit, the gig is up

"enid?"

Fuck.

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Yoko, angrily: Bianca called me "Dracula" today at lunch.

Enid: OMG, that's so offensive and problemat-

Yoko: Yeah! Like, Carmilla was written way before Dracula was. She totally missed her chance to make fun of my species and my gayness all at once by being so uncultured!

Wednesday: ...Seriously?

Enid: Yeah, Yoko, I really don't think-

Wednesday: What kind of fool hasn't read Carmilla?

Yoko: I KNOW, RIGHT!?

Enid, quietly: what the fu-

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Bianca: damn it, I can't believe we lost Wednesday again

Divina, sighing: this crowd is insane, how are we supposed to find her?

Enid: don't worry girls, I got this... ¡ENID SINCLAIR IT'S THE WORST, SHE'S NOT EVEN A REAL WEREWOLF!

Wednesday, stepping on someone else's head holding a knife: SAY THAT TO MY FACE YOU PATHETIC HUMAN AND PREPARE TO BE MURDER!

Enid: see? Found her-

Morticia and Gomez: WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW?!?

Enid: I didn't even know they were come

Yoko: SPEAK UP LOUDER SO I CAN FUCKING KICK YOUR ASS

Enid: What the-

Ajax: TALK ABOUT MY FRIEND ONE MORE TIME AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS

Enid: Ok, there is so much to unpack here-