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[deepseaspriteblog]

FARRAGOTOBER DAY 22 - ENID STEELE

The sister who lost.

Ask her about the endless void.

Have you met Eden? Of course you have!

Here's a character I've had planned for a while- Enid Steele, twin sister of Eden Steele... Or rather, her clone. I've had this generated sprite sitting in my to-do pretty much the same day as when I made Eden, though I wisely decided to save it for a day I don't have enough time to find a new sprite.

Anyways, Enid and Eden were created in an ectobiology accident. Like when you try to make something but your computer lags, and you try to do it again, only to accidentally make it twice, that kinda mistake. But anyway, SBURB would only accept one of these girls, so Eden killed Enid. In retaliation, Enid (who woke up in Prospit after her murder) killed Eden's dreamself, and SBURB was basically like, well, they're technically the same person anyway so just link the surviving bodies together, so now Enid is stuck in Prospit, and can only wake up when Eden is sleeping.

Bonus: Ghost Enid

[eggplant-crusader]

[geekrenaissance]

My tumbler experiment is going so well! I'm just finishing my first batch, & they're so cute! Damn near impossible to pick a fave!

These are going to be at a lower price, since I'm still learning... but they're damn near perfect! Grab these for a super steal!

All ready to go! Check em out & feel free to reblog! Sharing is caring, & I need that lovin!

[achromatophoric]

Wenclair Week - Day 6: Dystopic

A recently awoken Enid stumbles across haggard friends in a world dramatically changed.

Enid: What’s going on? What happened? Why is everything like this?!

Bianca: Enid, it’s been years. You’ve been missing for YEARS! What happened to you?

Enid: Years? But I just— Willa and I had a fight, so I went to go nap it off in the forest, and then—

Enid: *frantic* Where’s Willa?!

Divina: Enid— Wednesday, she— *deep breath*

Divina: After you went missing, we all spent months trying to find you, and Wednesday, she… she never gave up. At least, not until…

Enid: Until? Until what? What happened?!

Yoko: Bitch went crazy! From Stabbah Hauntana to Chiquita Bananas, full stop!

Enid: Ohmygod. *pales* Did she— Wednesday did this?

The girls pause to gaze at their surroundings, a dystopian landscape that is lazily horrifically indescribable.

Bianca: *grim* She did. Some kind of ancient black magic. A ritual that altered a fundamental piece of reality, tied somehow to the last thing she said to us before she totally lost it.

Enid: What— *gulps* What did she say?

Bianca: *quotes* If we can’t have a resolution, then no one shall.

Enid: 🫢

Enid: 😐

Enid: 🤔

Enid: Um. So like—What did the ritual do?

Bianca: No more endings.

Enid:

Enid: Huh?

Divina: Not a single show has ended since then!

Bianca: They all just taper off into limbo. Stranger Things, Yellow Jackets, Delicious in Dungeon— ALL of them.

Yoko: Not just shows! Movies, comics, podcasts, books— It’s like George R.R. Martin took them ALL over.

Enid: *gasps* No! What about Wicked: For Good?!

Divina: *shakes head* Screen goes black like fifteen minutes in.

Enid: ACOTAR?!

Bianca: Blank pages after a couple of chapters. Every single printing. Sarah J. Maas can’t even remember how her last book ended

Enid: 😨

Enid: And… and that caused everything to become like this?

Bianca: Oh fuck no, not that part. It gets much worse.

Enid: Then what—

Yoko: *blurts out* ORGASMS!

Enid: Wh—

Yoko: *frantic* They’re fucking GONE, Enid! All of them! No one has them anymore! Do you understand?!

Divina: *begins crying* Years, Enid. YEARS! The whole fucking world.

Enid: 😱

Bianca: *desperately* But maybe we can fix that now! With you back, maybe we can finally get through to Addams and—

The sky suddenly darkens as a sinister presence peels the light from the land, strip by trembling strip. It races toward the girls like some ill tide, eating the distance between them with a savage gluttony.

Bianca: Enid! It’s her! This is our chance!

Divina: We’ve got your back! You can do this!

Yoko: For the fucking orgasms!!

Something rises from the core of that rapidly encroaching black, a figure with an achingly familiar, if distorted, voice.

Once-Wednesday: NO MORE RESOLUTIONS.

With the weight of the world upon her shoulders, Enid straightens and faces her twisted beloved. She takes a deep breath, steels her resolve, and shouts with all her heart.

Enid: WEDNESDAY! IT’S M—

[ed-recoverry]

List of free audiobooks on YouTube for anyone interested

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Diary of a Wimpy Kid by Jeff Kinney

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain

Alice in Wonderland

Animal Farm by George Orwell

The Shadow Over Innsmouth by H P Lovecraft

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Hatchet by Gary Paulsen

Twelve Years a Slave by Solomon Northup

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

The Village by Caroline Mitchell

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (fuck JKR)

Sense & Sensibility by Jane Austen

The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood

Twilight by Stephanie Meyer

Upside Down by Danielle Steel

The Fiancée by Kate White

The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris

Percy Jackson & the Olympians: The Lightning Theif

Accidentally Married by Victoria E. Lieske

I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy

The Collector (book one) by Nora Roberts

The Lies I Told by Mary Burton

Dead Man’s Mirror by Agatha Christie

The Hobbit

The Taken Ones by Jess Lourey

The Good Neighbour by R J Parker

The Island House by Elana Johnson

Desperation by Stephan King

The Healing Summer by Heather B. Moore

The Last Affair by Margot Hunt

To Be Claimed by Willow Winter

Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

The Inn by James Patterson

Wonder by R J Palacio

Faking It With The Billionaire by Willow Fox

The Lost Years by Mary Higgins Clark

Forrest Gump by Winston Groom

The Janson Directive by Robert Ludlum

The Catcher in the Rye

The Lottery Winner by Mary Higgins Clark

Where Eagles Dare by Alistair MacLean

Death of a Nurse by M C Beaton

Yours Truly by Abby Jimenez

Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson

The Sonnets by William Shakespeare

Frozen Betrayal by Clive Cussler

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Line of Fire by R J Patterson

Don’t Believe Everything You Think by Joseph Nguyen

The Remnant by Tim LaHaye

The Magic of Reality by Richard Dawkins

The Secret of Chimneys by Agatha Christie

Payment in Kind by J A Jance

The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The Way of the Superior Man by David Deida

The Game of Life and How to Play It by Florence Scovel Shinn

The Richest Man in Babylon by George S. Clason

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

A Marriage of Anything but Convenience by Victorine E. Lieske

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

The Inheritance Game by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Ikigai: The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life

Thinking Fast and Slow by Daniel Kahneman

How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie

The Kama Sutra by Mallanaga Vatsyayana

The Wisdom of Father Brown by G K Chesterton

Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe

Robin Hood by J Walker McSpadden

The Poor Traveller by Charles Dickens

Days on the Road: Crossing the Plains in 1865 by Sarah Raymond Herndon

Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

Atomic Habits by James Clear

I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream

Trading in the Zone by Mark Douglas

The Art of War by Sun Tzu

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson

The Return of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle

The Epic of Gilgamesh

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

Man After Man

Five on a Treasure Island by Enid Blyton

The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane

Charlotte’s Web

Midsummer Mysteries by Agatha Christie

Out of Silent Planet by C S Lewis

The Valley of Fear by Arthur Conan Doyle

Eaters of the Dead by Michael Crichton

The Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie

The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole

21 Lessons for the 21st Century by Yuval Noah Harai

Hamlet by Shakespeare

[grimreaperschild]

knife play

summary: Wednesday fucks you into the middle of next week

warnings: smutt, knife play, blood idk

a/n: it’s a little short and shitty but i just needed to blast through this writers block, much love-🦷

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It had started off innocently enough, teasing Wednesday always did a little squeeze to her thigh under the table or pulling her into a secluded classroom to make out, it usually ended up with her under you whimpering out your name hands tied above her head.

But today you pushed a little too far by asking Rowan for his notes knowing how she felt about the slightly weird but sweet boy and now you were on your knees in her empty dorm, enid being too busy with Ajax giving Wednesday the perfect opportunity to teach you a lesson. You feel the cool mettle of her favourite dagger under your chin tilting your head up to meet her eyes the blade was as black as her irises the handle wrapped in worn brown leather “what do you have to say for yourself” her words bring you out of your thoughts as you study her small figure she’s discarded her blazer and skirt somewhere leaving her in a white shirt sleeves rolled up sweater vest and a pair of deep red boxers.

You feel a sharp crack against your cheek that snaps your head to the side and leaves you stunned “I asked you a question” you peer up into her eyes “I don’t care for your questions” you watch as her eyes narrow and a small smirk appears on her face “you seem to have forgotten who you belong too, let’s remind you” before you can answer she turns grabbing her favourite black strap on from under her bed “wow, I’m sooo intimidated” you let out a dry chuckle that’s cut short as the smaller girl grips your arm and all but drags you onto the bed, little but surprisingly strong you let out a grunt as your head is pushed into the pillow as you arch your back.

Wednesdays hands find your thighs scratching lightly, she runs a finger through your slick humming appreciatively as you let out a muffled groan “so wet for me, such a needy slut” you gasp as you feel the point of her dagger trail down your spine “safe word” “red” “good girl” you feel the head of her cock at your entrance and you push yourself back wanting friction, you gasp as she thrusts into you not giving you time to adjust before she sets a slow deep pace hitting just below the spongy spot you want her in the most you let out a cry into the pillow as one hand grabs your waist hard enough to leave bruises and the other hand hovers the knife over the soft flesh of your hip “mine” she purrs as she lets the knife slip into your skin making you let out a disgruntled yelp, pain and pleasure mixing making you feel slightly lightheaded.

You hear a groan from behind you as blood trickles down your hip and onto Wednesdays hands “is this ok” she asks though there’s no sweetness to her words “don’t stop” you gasp out into the pillow as you feel the cold steel cut into your hip a few more times leaving a warm sticky feeling in its wake, you push yourself back into Wednesdays strap eager to have her deeper, she grabs both your hips and slams into you hitting the spot you’ve been craving a loud whine leaves your mouth as you feel a familiar heat build in your lower stomach the flow of blood from your hip is making her hands on you sticky as the noise of skin on skin fils the room.

The pillow swallows most of your moans as Wednesday brings you over the edge pulling your hips back so aggressively with each thrust that the bed squeaked in protest, light explodes behind your eyes as you cum but she doesn’t stop, busy chasing her own release leaving a burning pain in your stomach that quickly pushes you over the edge again, her name leaves your mouth followed by a succession of guttural moans that finally have her hips stuttering as she cums.

She drops next to you still buried deep in you and you turn to Inspect the new addition to your body and find the neatest W.A craved into your hip, she presses a tender kiss to your temple, “my girl” you smile as you snuggle into your lover “all yours, weds”

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[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Whumpuary Day 23-24

Prompt: Rescue

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; strangulation.

You saw the exact moment when Beta realized it was a trap. You had argued to be the bait, which the Whisperer had eagerly accepted, his wide strides bringing him only a few feet away before his eyes changed and panic consumed you. 

“Daryl, he knows!”

It was too late. Daryl barreled from his hiding place with his knife drawn, intending to plunge it into Beta’s skull while the other man was preoccupied. The behemoth caught the archer by the throat, backhanding you with enough force to send you careening across the room and into the wall at the far end. 

The world tilted, fuzzy and reduced to colors and shapes. You heard the unmistakable sounds of metal clattering to the floor. Daryl’s knife. Thumps, grunts, and finally a horrible wheezing filtered through before things began to shift into clarity. 

Beta had Daryl against a wall, both hands around the archer’s neck. The latter kicked and squirmed to no avail just before Beta used his body to pin Daryl in place, his only means of defense remaining were fingers clawing against the iron grip that held him at least a foot off the floor. 

“For Alpha.” The Whisperer declared, his arms long enough to keep the bowman from reaching him with a solid punch. The pressure around Daryl’s throat intensified, the whites of his eyes going red when blood vessels burst. He could no longer make noise, mouth hanging open in desperation for much needed oxygen. The process was meant to be torturous, dying slowly while the larger man looked on in twisted delight. You knew what was coming. If you didn’t act, you would surely hear the snapping of bone that would leave Daryl beyond saving. 

You shakily pushed yourself onto all fours, drawing the knife hidden in your boot. Blinded by rage, you prepared, calculating. It had to be flawless, lest you unintentionally hurt Daryl in the process. 

You allowed the memories to flow freely, supplying you with the strength you needed: Tara, Enid, Henry, Connie. The sounds of Carol’s wailing when she saw her son’s head on that pike. And now Beta dared to try and take your archer. 

You steeled your resolve when Daryl’s struggling ceased, his eyes rolling back and his limbs falling limply against the wall. Pushing from the floor, you ran at Beta before he could anticipate your attack. He thought he had time to enjoy the archer’s slow demise. 

Motherfucker thought wrong. 

You hit his side with all the strength you had, his shock leaving him susceptible to your attack. Your knife plunged into his back over and over, seeking spine, kidneys, whatever your blade could reach. The man staggered sideways, the sound of glass shattering when you forced him straight through the window. You released your knife and took advantage of your momentum, hooking an arm around Daryl’s waist as you twisted, snatching the bowman from Beta’s grip as he plummeted to the ground below in what you hoped would leave him a broken heap on the concrete. You wanted to rip off his flesh mask and leave him for his own herd to devour. 

You and Daryl struck the floor hard, knocking the breath from your lungs. You had hoped the impact would kickstart the archer’s need to draw in a breath but he remained still, silent. Two fingers to his neck found a slow thrum. 

“You don’t get to die, damn you!” You tilted back his head, pinching his nose to breathe for him desperately. It only took two rescue breaths for him to respond. A deep, painful sounding inhale that left you dizzy with relief. “That’s it. Just breathe.”  

You didn’t need to wait long before he regained consciousness, the red coloring of his eyes in unsettling contrast to the cerulean blue. “Welcome back.” You smiled wetly, petting his hair. 

“Beta?” He rasped, coughing harshly. You shushed him, your hand settling on his cheek. 

“If he’s not dead, he’s certainly not happy.” An eager but chaste kiss was pressed against Daryl’s lips. You yearned for more, needing to feel his warmth; desperate to confirm you hadn’t lost him. His throat was already darkening into a mess of blacks and deep purples. “Don’t try to talk.” Your hand returned to stroking his hair. “Just rest. We’re safe for the time being.”

With clumsy movements of heavy limbs, Daryl sought your hand, pinning it against his chest  when you offered it up. 

“I will fuck up anyone who comes near you.” A less desperate press of your lips to his forehead. “I’ve got you.” 

[panphilosopher]

[When Wednesday's arm was amputated]

Wednesday: I not getting a cybernetic arm, Enid. I will not be slave to machine.

[Wednesday finally get the arm]

Wednesday:From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal.

Enid: Goddamnit, Wens, why do you have to be so overdramatic.

[biscuitbox23]

Dead weight.

summary: you run into the woods to get away from the group, you were reaching the end of your life as you suffer from aplastic anemia, only to get stopped by Rick.

A/n: I’m not a medical expert, i have no familiarity with the field of medicine I am just an idiot who is a sucker for terribly made sad stories. This may be a very long opening to the actual climax so im sorry for that :( please do DM me for advice on how i can make my fanfictions better!

Warnings: inaccurate depictions of the illness, non-established relationship (rick and reader), mentions of death, angst, cursing. (Not much due to me being a minor.) somewhat bad grammar since English isn’t my second language.

words: 1.3K

It has been a while, well, a while since you had a good stock of medicine. You had been in an abandoned cabin a few months after the outbreak. During it, you got stuck in a pharmacy in Atlanta. The law was gone now, so you hoarded a ton of antibiotics, capsules, injections, and anything you could get your grubby hands on.

When Rick and Daryl saved you from a trio of men who were trying to take advantage of you, you joined them and did not stay inside forever, especially when blood stained the floors of your shelter. It was a mistake.

You wanted to stay with yourself, isolated from the horrors and sacrifices that the world has offered now. It was harder to find medication now that most stores were stripped clean. It was easier for you to catch minor fevers, and you tended to have more rest than the others in the group. The only reason you were there is because you knew how to survive.

In the woods, in the apocalypse, no problem. Whatever your dad knew your dad would teach you, he was an outdoor person and loved to forage different shrooms and plants. God knows what happened to him.

You grew closer to the group, helping them find food and clean water, scavenging what you can find in abandoned retail stores (even if it does not have much importance.)

Now you find yourself walking out of Alexandria by attempting to climb the steel borders to the outside of the wall, your head spinning as drowsiness has consumed you to your very core, yet you still have the urge to continue. Or else you are just dead weight. You had a few foot slips —you swear, Enid makes it look easy— but managed to get out. You can sense your muscles aching as if you did not even have the strength to pull yourself up despite climbing trees more than a million times when you were a teen. You needed to disappear 

from the people, the group. Rick.

Rick was a leader, for sure. He had all the correct morals and cunningness and looked up to him for it. You were no longer the person of any use to him and his group. You could not even defend yourself without stumbling down to the ground.

You were around when T-dog and Lori passed away. You 

remembered falling for Rick when you first saw him, only to discover he had a pregnant wife and a kid. It started like a rocky road. You were so used to the isolation that it took a lot of convincing to get you to come with them to the prison.

You took a liking to his daughter Judith. You loved babies. It was a surprise. You thought that you would never find a baby in this world again. Carl was the closest to you. You tell him stories about your life and would do the same, reminiscing about the world that used to be. He praised his father a lot and got a good idea of what Rick was like as a father. Hershel would check up on your health while Rick would stand beside the old sport as Hershel examines you.

Making your way into the woods, you stopped by a tree to take a breather. Your hands were on your knees as you stared down to the ground, crinkles of the leaves crushing on the bottom of your shoes. The night was cold and airy. The chill on the tip of your nose was evident as you took one more glance at the haven that shielded the real outside world from its inhabitants. The sour stench of rotting meat was not detectable and gave some fresh air — It is not like you cannot get fresh air in Alexandria. You want to be alone most of the time.

“thought I'd find you here." A voice called out, the voice echoing in your ears sounding familiar as the crunching of leaves has gotten closer and closer.

“fuck” you curse under your breath, “how did you find me?”

“Carl saw you tryin’ to climb the walls.”

“huh,” you playfully scoffed but was met with a chill and a cough, “thought I was being sneaky…”

“what're you doin’ out here?” Rick asks out of the blue, staring you up and down as you lean back into the tree.

“Rick," you sighed heavily, “go back.”

“I'm not goin’ back till you tell me what happened, y‘know that, don’t you?” Rick asked with a twinge of concern mixed with his southern drawl.

You paused.

“I'm leaving, Alexandria,” You rubbed your forehead as your stomach grumbled. Sliding down to sit as your back leaned onto the tree further.

“If this is about your illness we can make—“Before Rick could finish his sentence you interrupted.

“Make it work? Yeah, I don’t think so…” You retorted, “You don’t understand, Rick. I have a condition where my bone marrow doesn't produce enough blood cells, and I have no meds to help me, what are the chances of finding a pharmacy? A pharmacy where it has all the things I need to survive?” You spat, frustration filling your mind like hot liquid.

“Denise can help you, Y/n, you have seen her efforts in helping you,” You can sense Rick’s desperation to get you back to Alexandria’s infirmary. His voice remained gentle but firm.

“Why, Rick?” Your eyes stared into Rick's ocean blue orbs, frustration, and confusion, “I’m not strong, anymore. I can’t go on runs, anymore. I can’t protect anyone.”

“Because we still need you—“

“Maybe it’s you who still needs me, Rick…” You spat, leaning your head on the wood as you got the strength to finally stand up, with the support of the tree, of course.

“Y/n we can discuss this once we get back,” Rick sighed, coming closer to you as he held both your arms gently.

A rush of adrenaline painfully scours into your veins as you push him away with all the remaining strength you have.

“GODDAMNIT RICK, WHY CANT YOU JUST LET ME DIE OUT THERE!” You yelled at him. “YOU KNEW I WAS GOING TO BE A BURDEN AND YOU SAW HOW MANY PILLS I HAD ON THE TABLE!”

Rick scoffed, “You're giving up now? After all that has happened? The prison, terminus… and you decide to end it all here? Where we’re finally safe?” His tone wasn’t as gentle but it was now harsher, deeper.

“if you think more treatments, will change anything, it won’t. I'm done and I won't let you guilt me into continuing this charade.”

“then what’re you gon’ tell Carl, hm? That you’re sick of bein’ alive so now you’re gonna leave?”

“This isn’t about Carl, Rick it’s about you keeping me to fill in the gap of what Lori gave you,” you glare with poison in your very eyes. “Leaving you to care for a child that was never yours.”

Rick went quiet, as you realized what you had said, “i-I’m sorry… Rick…” you pleaded, holding his hands.

Rick sighed, “Maybe you're right."

You nodded, your breath becoming shorter as your legs finally give in. You feel your body starting to shut down. Rick helped you sit down comfortably on the ground. You were paler and had many bruises on your arms and legs. You were heating up again.

“I'm sorry, Rick,” you breathed heavily, clutching the hand he gave you.

“It’s okay, Y/n,” Rick comforted you, kissing her knuckles as her legs trembled. Rick’s voice was shaky, almost labored.

“I don’t wanna turn, you can ask Daryl to keep my gun, you’ll need it,” You softly chuckled. Rick looked at you, taking his revolver from his holster.

“Get back to Alexandria, to Judith…” you smiled as you felt bile in your throat, blocking your airway and your heartbeat becoming more abnormal.

Rick gives you a final kiss on the head as an act of kindness and comfort on the edge of a quick and painless death.

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a/n: Hello everyone! This is my very first Fanfic and I thought about it on the spot 😭 Reading it for me makes me kinda cringe but don’t we all? Anyways hope you guys enjoyed it (cuz I didn’t but I’m a sucker for tragic love)

[tanith-rhea]

Only Pretending #3

I declare the angst has STARTED! Muahahahahahah

Word count: 2.3k

Larissa woke up the next morning with a wry neck from sleeping on the couch and a headache to match the ones Wednesday gave her. The early sunlight was coming through her office window and warming her lap. You weren’t around; in fact, you’d left yesterday quite unexpectedly, with a kiss on her cheek.

God damn it, she thought to herself, exhausted from more than bad sleep. She had scared you away. Maybe her fingers tracing patterns on your shoulder, or the way she couldn’t keep from pulling you close when you were getting comfortable on her chest made you uncomfortable. You were only trying to familiarize yourself with being near her and she couldn’t keep her pine to herself.

It was bittersweet; the way she plainly described how she came to realise her adoring feelings towards you, and you thought it was a well-developed lie. “Makes perfect sense.” Yes, of course, it did because it was true.

She knew the safe course of action was to keep you at a distance. Since your first interactions, she’d been intrigued by your character, easily coming to respect you and the seriousness with which you treated your work, but also the sweetness you showed to the students. She hadn’t felt anything like it in quite some time.

Letting out a grunt, Larissa got up; searing pain in her neck. She still had some matters to take care of and needed to pack for the trip. She couldn’t afford a single misstep; it was infuriatingly important to her that Morticia bit her own tongue. One day she might be able to let it go, to stop caring, but that day hadn’t come yet.

While preparing for a shower, she internally lectured herself on the importance of self-control and how much of a fool she had made herself the previous night. You probably regrated agreeing to such a juvenile endeavour, she thought, acting lovesick to help a grown woman incapable of finding someone who liked her enough to consider even asking her out.

With a sharp intake of breath, she opened the shower curtain, already steeling herself for the day ahead.

You were finally enjoying some extra hours of sleep. With nothing more to do than to anxiously await your next encounter with Larissa or berate yourself for being such a handsy drunk, you decided sleeping and pretending everything was fine worked best.

However, not everyone agreed to your plans, and a knock came from your door.

“Coming!” You put on a robe and went to see who was bothering you in the quaint hour of ten a.m. It was Enid.

“Good morning, professor.”

“Enid? What are you doing here? Weren’t you going with the Addams two days ago?” You stepped to the side so the girl could get in.

“I told Wednesday I would see my family first and then go there,” her voice sounded strained as she walked in and looked around, avoiding your gaze.

“And you didn’t go to see your family?” You came to her, sitting on your bed and tapping the space beside you for her to sit. She did.

“I’m…” she took a deep breath, looking straight ahead with her eyebrows knit as if talking herself into continuing.

“Enid…” when she didn’t continue, you decided to give her a hand, “Why are you here?” you said softly, but still nudging her to tell you.

“There’s no one else I can talk to here,” she admitted in a whisper.

“I’m sure there are counsellors and even the principal that could talk to you. Why are you here, really?” you pressed.

“Because I think you can understand. Since you and the principal are together.”

What? How did she come to that conclusion?

“What was that?” you turned to look at her more attentively.

She remained silent, slowly raising her gaze to you in what looked like not-so-well-concealed apprehension.

“I heard teacher Alfred discussing with the coach. I won’t tell anyone if that’s what you’re worried about. Hell, that’s what I’m worried about.”

“Razvan and Vlad shouldn’t be talking about this near students-“

“They weren’t! I was sneaking out to see the moon before it turns full” she interrupted you in a near panic.

“I’m not mad at you Enid, calm down.” You smiled and rubbed a hand on her back, she seemed very on edge. “Yes, I suppose now that you know I won’t deny it. Larissa and I are together, but we would like to keep it a secret for now.”

You felt bad for lying to her, but it was very convenient, and Enid would be at the party, so the small tingling in your chest had everything to do with your plan working and nothing at all with how good it felt to say the words.

“Are you here to discuss that? Because that wasn’t my impression. Are you worried someone will know?”

“Not about you, no. You’re a very cute couple, by the way! Congrats!” She smiled weakly at that. “What I’m worried about is that my parents will find out about me…”

You didn’t understand at first. Wednesday and Enid had been together for almost seven months, you thought, and before they were just so onto each other’s tails that it seemed even longer.

“Your parents don’t know? That’s why you didn’t go home?” you said gently, pulling her closer to your side.

“Yes. I promised Wednesday I would tell them, but my mother will throw me out, I know it! I already took too long to wolf out and now the prospect of not giving her grandchildren-“

“Woah there, slow down!” You interrupted, getting up to kneel in front of her. “You are too young to worry about this.”

“But my mom-“

“Your mom shouldn’t be worrying about this now either. You’re seventeen and that is so far away in the future.” You stood up to kneel at her feet, squeezing her shoulders in the hope that she’d understand. “It’s ok to feel scared. I was too when I was your age and look at me now. I left my home, studied, made friends to whom I owe my life, built a career and ended up at the most incredible school in the world, teaching the most amazing students I ever met. And you are one of the most astounding within them; I’m sure one way or another your mother knows that.”

You felt her crying before you saw it, her shoulders moving with a hiccup. You hugged her tightly and waited for the sobs to subside, crying was good; the tension slipped away with the tears and left everything a bit less heavy.

When she stilled, breathing softly on your damp robe, you separated and put some of her hair behind her ears, taking her face in your hands.

“I say you don’t worry. Wednesday won’t be disappointed in you, your mother won’t be able to negate your endless set of abilities and good qualities, and I’ll be here every time you need a shoulder or advice.” You stroked her cheek with your thumb, and she smiled, covering your hands with hers and uniting them between you as she stood.

“Thank you, professor l/n, I knew you’d understand.” She hugged you with more strength than you thought she possessed. “I’m really happy for you and principal Weems.” And with that, she skipped out of the room.

“I’m really happy for you and principal Weems” suddenly the tingling wasn’t there anymore, and that only hurt.

That night, Larissa opened the door before you could knock. Eyebrows set harshly atop steely eyes, creating a powerful picture of cold-controlled rage.

“How does Enid know?” she hastened you inside with a hand on your elbow. You didn’t really understand what was happening, but you were equally fearful and excited by her firm grip on you.

“What happened? Did she say something?” Larissa closed the door forcefully and let go of your arm, marching into the office and leaning against her desk; one hand massaging her forehead and another steading her on the flat surface.

“She came this afternoon to say ‘congratulations.’” She tilted her head to the side, prompting an explanation.

“I didn’t tell her. She visited this morning to ask my opinion on something and told me Vlad and Razvan were talking about it.” You approached slowly, her eyes accompanying you all the way until you sat at the chair in front of her. Her angered gaze reminded you of the very few times in the past when she had been pushed to the limit by students. If you had a principal looking at you like that as a teen, you’d have been to detention many more times than you did. “She promised not to tell anyone. And we had a serious conversation, so I don’t think she was just saying it to appease me,” your voice was soft, and you could tell Larissa believed you from the way her anger melted into resignation.

“I think it’s a good sign we’re not on her Instagram page yet,” she conceded, “I was just worried this could be blown out of proportion by all students thinking it was true.”

The thought made you smile. If Enid had written about your “secret relationship”, maybe you would have had to pretend for a little longer than a weekend.

“No, she’s safe. And she’ll be at the party, so that’s a bonus on our cover.”

“Is she?” Larissa relaxed a bit and dropped her other hand to casually rest beside her body. You wished you had a camera or any drawing skills to capture her figure at the moment, leaning in a very soft angle backwards, wondering expression and slightly unkept hair from recent stress. If you didn’t have the context you could almost imagine other ways she would have messed up her perfectly styled waves.

“Yes.” You got up, suddenly unable to keep still, and walked directly to her front, pondering on whether to put or not your hand on hers and deciding not yet. “But I think we have other things that actually need our attention right now.”

Her face lighted up with amusement and a mischievous quirk of her eyebrow forced you to look away, biting your cheek, “Oh my, I didn’t know we were like that already.”

You hid your face in your hands and groaned, walking away a few steps.

“I’m just messing with you, don’t worry,” her soft chuckle sounded nearer than before, and you turned to see her right behind you with two glasses and a bourbon in hand. She gestured to the sofa. “Shall we begin?”

You talked more about how you started, when you did, how things went at the beginning and why you still hadn’t gone public. The drink was stronger than the other night and burnt while going down. You didn’t need more than a pour and a half for your inhibition to fly throw the window, but Larissa seemed just fine. You could bet she liked stronger things. You liked it as well, but she was made for it.

“Alright, enough of imaginary dates and made-up happenings. I want to know you,” you said after almost an hour of just that, “If I dated you for the past five months I’m bound to know things about you that most people don’t,” you were far too comfortable being blunt to be sober.

“Okay, what would you like to know?” her voice was soft. She put her glass away and leant on her forearm, elbow resting atop the backrest.

“What’s your favourite food?”

She laughed. Not the belly laugh you adored so much, but a gentler one, quieter, and you could almost say you loved it if that wouldn’t make things harder.

“I don’t think I have a favourite food. I like pasta, cheese, hamburger-“

“Ok, what? How do you go from fancy to ‘I like hamburger’?” you snorted ungracefully. She seemed amused.

“Pasta is not fancy, it’s pasta, and cheese is an ingredient, so what are you talking about?”

“Oh, don’t gimme that!” You pointed at her, smiling way too much.

“I didn’t know there was a rule against liking hamburgers-“

“No, there’s just a rule saying that stunning, posh, scotch-drinking, British women can’t like the food we mortals do.”

“I drink more hot chocolate than scotch, I’ll have you know!

“Shut up! You can’t be normal, you’re too good for that!’

She was laughing and you were feigning indignation and it all felt so good you thought your heart would explode in happiness.

When she calmed down, her eyes glimmered softly, and she was smiling almost as if fond of you. You knew it was your alcohol-addled brain, but you wanted so desperately to get closer.

You didn’t sit as the other night; she was at the end of the sofa and you were in the middle, there were maybe six inches between you but it felt like miles.

“…Do you think we should be closer?” you almost whispered. Damn if you weren’t the most horrible drunk on earth. You knew you would regret it the second you asked.

She didn’t respond, just looked at you quizzically, like you were a puzzle she couldn’t figure out. You thought you were quite obvious, but maybe she was more inebriated than she appeared.

“Would you be comfortable with that?” did she still doubt it?

“I mean… we’ll have to, once we get there. If not now when we can consent, imagine then.” You would always consent, of course, but the look of hurt on Larissa’s face and her dry swallow made it clear the feeling wasn’t mutual.

Suddenly you could not take it anymore. You felt tears forming in your eyes and your chest tightened. You had to leave. You quickly got up, surprising her and yourself; your legs weren’t also expecting it and you almost stumbled over before scurrying to the door.

“Y/n?” you heard her get up before opening the door.

“I think that’s good enough for now, we can continue on the way there.” You rushed to say and left the room, walking the faster you could to your quarters with a hand on your mouth to stifle your sobs.

Chapter Four

[deepseaspriteblog]

FARRAGOTOBER DAY 12 - EDEN STEELE

What is her deal???????

Already knows about SBURB

Have you met Enid?

A suspicious science girl for today's farragotober. Eden is a wild card with a malfunctioning morality compass, but at the very least she's affable and friendly to everyone regardless of their alignment. Because she is untrustworthy and unpredictable though, no one really likes her from either side but that's fine by her.

[wol-fica]

-𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤 ℙ𝕋𝟠-

pairings - wednesdayaddams x fem!elemental!reader

summary - you had feelings, big feelings, and they get the best of your logical decisions

warnings - kissing, fluff, happy wednesday <333333

an - this was really amazing and cute omg

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Wednesday Addams.

Her name was a statement in and of itself, an alluring force to be reckoned with. She was known to be an emotionless, dull, gruesome individual who didn’t give two shits about anyone or anything.

You met her in sophomore year at Nevermore, in botany class. Sitting two seats to the right and one seat up, she was definitely something— her posture straight as a board and her stare just as hard; she had what your dad called “omph”.

Now that “omph” she had, caught your attention; Wednesday was incredibly attractive, her features being almost perfect in your eyes. Someone had told you once that love at first sight wasn’t real, just a fairy tale told by your parents to make you feel better about your future; but when you saw Wednesday, that whole perspective changed.

She made your heart run a mile a minute, your breath hitch at her presence, your stomach fluttering with butterflies as she spoke; she had you wrapped around her finger and she didn’t even know it.

Or did she?

See, Wednesday was someone who hated love, the whole concept of it. Her parents sappiness and public affections had pushed down all of the complexities she could have acquired; instead she is an empty, black canvas.

But for some odd reason, that canvas was changing. Bursts of color had begun to appear, in rapid strokes that splattered around the whole expanse; a painting was being formed within the depths of her heart.

Wednesday was no fool to attraction, she was aware of the feeling. There have been many guys and girls who have caught her eye for a second longer than most, but she’s never been interested in pursuing them. Dating seemed like a waste of time to her, and she could never see herself as being someone else’s girlfriend.

That was until she met you.

You.

You were quite the ubiquitous person, always awake and present whenever anyone spoke to you. A smile was almost always etched onto your face, small dimples could be seen on your cheeks when you grinned.

Wednesday liked your smile, it was a refreshing sight for her. She sometimes would catch herself just gazing at you, her black eyes droopy and hazy as she soaked in the sunny glow you produced; you were her muse.

Soon she realized she was hooked, infatuated with your presence. Your poise and posture was well kept and strong, something that got Wednesday’s heart to stutter, and you were very very serious about your hygiene, in which got her feeling all woozy.

It was the simple things that got her interested, and it was when she decided to sit with you at lunch that you both started into a talking phase.

Your personalities fitted together like puzzle pieces, slotted to finish the final portrait. Gift giving was a love languages you had, one Wednesday had to get used to, and you abused it SO much when you were beginning to be with her.

You had once bought her a pitch-black obsidian handled knife with your initials carved into the side. The blade was made from steel and bone, sharped to be able to slice through flesh like it was butter.

Wednesday asked you to be her girlfriend the next day.

Your relationship skyrocketed to heaven, clouds surrounding you both in your little grey bubble of love. The two of you were so compatible that even Enid was slightly concerned on why you two had never met before.

“Seriously Y/N, it’s so crazy how soft she is with you.” She said one day over breakfast as you watched Wednesday go to get you your favorite food, “I’m slightly worried that you hypnotized her.”

You laughed, shaking your head while turning back to Enid, “I think she is just different with me than with you.”

Enid scoffed, sipping her orange juice daintily as she rolled her eyes. A large, raw steak sat in front of her, untouched and awaiting to be devoured.

“Does she talk murder tactics with you?” She asked, picking up her fork and knife to cut the meat, “Has she told you about shampoo torture?”

“Yep, and the wonderful ways to attack all human nerves at one time.” You replied, smirked at Enid as you both said the answer.

“Lava Bath.”

You both giggled, your voices carrying to where Wednesday stood in the breakfast line. The sound of your laughter filled her ears, and she couldn’t help but quirk a small smile. She loved your voice; the light, summer-y sound was soothing to her.

After grabbing a plate of food, some utensils, and a glass of chocolate milk, she made her way back to where you and Enid. were seated. Her black eyes were trained onto you, carefully watching your every move.

“Oh thank you!” You said happily, taking the plate from her.

“You’re welcome.” She replied whilst placing your drink and utensils down, “I never knew a person could be addicted to french toast, of all dishes.”

You chuckled, bumping your shoulder against hers after she sat down next to you. Her head tilted at the gesture, but she stayed silent and basked in the calmness of your conversation with Enid about how you can control the elements.

“So is it like a feeling? Or a will?”

“No,” You started, sipping your chocolate milk, “It’s more like an understanding between each creature.”

Wednesday buried her nose into her arm, exhaustion clouding over her as she attempted to stay awake. Due to a boring yet long study session, she did not get her usually 6 hours of sleep and instead took a 30 minute nap and stayed up for the rest of the night.

A warm hand rested on her back, rubbing comforting circles into her spine. She turned her head slightly to see you resting your hand on her, your eyes still on Enid as she spoke.

A rush of emotion hit her, a warm, bubbly feeling erupting in her stomach at your affectionate touch. Her face felt hot, and suddenly she had the urge to kiss you.

You both had previously talked about being more intimate with each other, but Wednesday’s stubbornness and her ill-efficient ways of conveying her thoughts on physical affection caused you to never got to try it out.

You had mentioned once that you were interested in slowly growing to that, and would be open to taking as much time as possible until she was ready for that kind of PDA.

The most Wednesday has ever done with you was hold hands, one hug after her second Poe Cup win, and she has permitted a few kisses on her cheek when you were feeling extra loving on valentine’s day.

“And that’s how I can start and stop the rain!” You said confidently, smiling at Enid while still rubbing Wednesday’s back.

“That’s impressive.” Wednesday commented from her slouched position, a small-dazed smile on her face as she stared at you, “You are stunning, cara mía.”

Your face went pink, your lip slipping in between your teeth as you blushed. Enid giggled, putting her hand over her mouth as she laughed at your flustered state.

“Shut up wolf.” You muttered, looking at the ground.

A sudden confidence came over Wednesday, and the next thing she knew, she was grabbing your face and pulling you into a kiss.

Your lips pressed into hers, soft-plump burgundy against slightly chapped and velvety pink. She pulled you closer, one hand on your waist while the other cupped your face. Eventually, your own hands slid to her cheeks to hold her, to touch her in some way.

She was addicting.

Her taste, her smell, her touch, her body language, the way she was so soft with you, the way she chased your lips after you took a breath; it was heavenly.

“Nes..” You mumbled, your voice muffling by Wednesday kissing you yet again.

You were aware of Enid, and you felt bad as this had to be so weird for her, but your focus was on your girlfriends tasteful kissing skills.

“As much as I love…well…love…this is extremely awkward.”

Wednesday pulled back from you, keeping her hands on your waist as she turned to glare at Enid for interrupting her.

“We were being intimate, leave us be.” She stated, rubbing her thumb on your hip.

“It was intense.” Enid sneered, gulping down the last of her orange juice as you blushed.

Wednesday rolled her eyes and pulled you into her lap as you yelped in surprise, your face going even redder than before. Her arms went around your waist to hold you tighter, her chin resting on your shoulder whilst closing her eyes in exhaustion.

“Sleepy?” You asked her, your hand sliding behind her neck to caress her skin.

She hummed, nodding and pulling you closer so she could lean into you. Enid snorted from across the table which made you turn to catch her taking a photo.

You eyed her with a warning look, raising an eyebrow and twitching your head towards Wednesday as if to say, ‘She will skin you alive if she sees that.’

Enid rolled her eyes but smiled, quickly sending you the picture before getting up to throw her food away and probably bother Yoko. You signed, watching her go before sinking back into Wednesday’s surprisingly comfortable hold.

You were with the girl of your dreams.

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*sobbing*

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yknow what i think very funny about the whole frenemies thing wenclair could have? is that, Wednesday could easily misinterpret some of the threats as smth else. Romantic? maybe, the addams have a certain way of expressing themself i suppose.

like they could be having a whole tense ass moment, where they get frustrated at Enid’s music or Wednesday’s sharpening off knives then theres times where the words that they banter over doesnt have the steel of violence.

“you look so cool” boring, lame, normie behavior

Wednesday, after seeing Enid wolf out:  “Your coat would be a sight to see in my house” compliments something specific, hinting of inviting you to her place, unique

“goodluck!” same old words, used a million times before

Enid, being teammates with Wednesday: “Theres no way youre going to lose to someone else but me” spite is a good motivation, affirms that she’s just better and a lil possessive without too much toxicity

anyways, i just think it’d be funny

[gh0stw1f3]

Lessons 2/2 (Carl Grimes x Reader)

Carl has been avoiding you since that fateful night. So you decide to take things into your own hands and confront him.

WARNING: Penetration, tit-sucking, a lil angst?

Since everyone's been requesting a part 2, i made one. it might not be as good as the first one but i got inspired and motivated to write sooooo… i hope yall like it anyway

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Ever since Carl visited you late at night for some "advice", he hasn't been talking to you or going near you at all. Every time he saw you, he'd walk the other way. Straight up avoiding you. You thought maybe he needed some time to come to terms with what happened but you were starting to miss him. Maybe a week is enough for him to start talking to you again. But then a week became two weeks and you were getting sick of him ignoring you.

Why was he ignoring you? Because every time he thought of that night, his head would ache from the sheer embarrassment. He couldn't look at you the same. So his way to cope with that was to pretend you didn't exist.

You decided to take things into your own hands and talk to him. Carl was crouched down, picking at some carrots with a hoe. You walked up slowly behind him and tapped his shoulder. He nearly threw the hoe at you as he flinched. Most likely he thought you were a walker. When he saw how close you were, he immediately started blushing and getting anxious.

"Hi, Carl! Do you need hel-" you were about to offer but he quickly got up and started fumbling his words.

"I-I need to go! My.. My dad needs me…" he put the hoe down and started speed-walking to his house. Where he stayed for the majority of the day. You were baffled. You don't know what you were expecting. A hug? An apology? A joke? But instead, he did as he always does. Ran away from you. You picked up the rusty hoe that he nervously dropped and put it back in the farming shed. He left so quickly, he didn't even put it away. And the carrots weren't even picked.

Your heart sank to your stomach at his reaction as it played through your head. Sitting on your patio, you thought about how you'd confront him again. Abrupting the peace in his house sounded like a good idea. Just walking up in there and forcing him to talk to you. And as much as you hated the image, you were curious about how he did with Enid. And if what you taught him stuck.

Knocking against the wood of Rick's home, you stood. Nervously twiddling with your thumbs as Carl did when he was visiting yours. You tried to stand up confidently as the door slowly creaked open. "Hey Y/N, what do you need?" he stood tall against the door frame.

"Umm, Is Carl awake?"

"Yeah, he's been in his room for a while. What do you need with Carl?" he wondered as he gestured for you to come in. As you walked in, you focused your eyes on the stairs that led to Carl's room. Rick closed the door behind you.

"I need to talk to him about umm… farming?"

"Farming?" He rose an eyebrow.

"Yeah… I just wanna yell at him for not putting the tools away. Haha…" You forced a smile.

"Ohhh. Yeahhhhh sure…" he squinted his eyes. "You can go up to his room," he opened the door and walked out. "I'm going out for watch duty. Make sure Carl cleans those guns."

"Yeah of course, bye Rick," you closed the door behind him as you said your goodbyes. You took off your boots and started taking small steps up the stairs. Upstairs, you saw two doors. You put your ear against one of the doors and heard the small snores. Feminine snores. So you assumed it was Michonne. Using the tool of elimination, you slowly turned the steel doorknob. You opened the door slightly and saw a human-shaped lump under the blankets of the bed.

"Carl…?" the moment you spoke, the covers flinched. Carl was wide awake. "I'm coming in," Carl hid his red face under the covers. Exploring the sights of Carl's room, you made your way to the edge of the bed. The bed sank as you put your weight on it. Your socks gliding against the carpet. "Carl… do you… hate me now?" you felt your eyes start to water as you thought about Carl only looking at you with hatred in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Carl…" you apologised, raising your sleeve against your eyelids. The fabric became darker while it soaked your tears. "I'm sorry… so please don't hate me."

The bed shuffled while Carl sat up, looking at the back of your hair. "I… could never hate you," his words made your heartbeat. "Are you sure?" Carl's eyes widened. You turned your head to face him. He stared at your weeping face and turned pink. He nodded. "Are you… starting to dislike me then?" he wondered as to why you would ask him such a question.

"Why would I ever hate you?" you put your hand against the soft firm mattress. Carl averted his eyes to face the window placed next to his bed.

"…Because of what happened… that night," once he started talking, he felt that he could tell you everything. Like he did before. "Ever since… we did that," he gripped his covers. "I can't stop looking at you… and picturing you on top of me… doing things to me," you knew exactly what he was implying. "And it just.. feels so wrong," biting his lip.

He didn't realize how you were crawling closer to him while he looking out the window and into the farm where he excused himself to get away from you. "What's so wrong…" you were now inches from his face, your breath tickling his lips. "About that?" your lips touched as you intertwined your fingers with his. Carl instinctively put his hands on your shoulders as you climbed your way to sit on his lap, lips never losing contact. The softness and mint taste of his tongue soothed yours when you slipped it beyond his lips. Getting lost in the kiss, he placed his hands on his waist. You smirked against his lips, feeling his dick grow beneath you. He was kissing you the exact way you taught him which turned you on even more that you started to slowly grind your hips against his.

You let go of his lips, not being able to control your whimpers anymore. "You're a fast learner, aren't you Carl?" you kissed his cheek before trailing your lips to his neck.

"I had a good teacher," you hovered above him moderately, tugging his sweats down as well as yours. "Lift your arms for me," he rose the ends of your shirt. You did as he asked and he brought the shirt over your head and threw it at the floor. He pushed you closer to him, his hands exploring the strap of your bra and flawlessly unhooked your bra. The familiar sight of your breasts comforted him. You continued grinding while he felt the dampness of your panties.

"I missed you so much," he whispered into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. It sent electricity through your body. You both exchanged moans into each other's ears, the tickle of each other's breath made you both giggle. Carl messaged your boobs, placing kisses over your cleavage.

You ran your fingers through his hair, bringing him close to your chest. He brought his tongue slowly from your cleavage to your nipple. His spit made your nipples stand up inside your mouth while he left small nibbles. "Hah… Carl, I wonder where you learned all that," you joked playfully as he chuckled with your stud in his mouth. You knelt up as he continued so you could remove your panties. "I want you to put it in… I want to touch you more," your fingers brushed against his boxers and pushed them down so his cock was out.

"I won't… cum inside you this time," he assured. He grabbed the base of his cock and straightened it against your clit, pushing it down til it poked your hole.

"Go ahead if you want… mm- want to," you whimpered when he pushed his cock in you. You sat your ass down on his hips.

You put a small finger against his lips when he let out a loud groan. "Sssh… Michonne is asleep, we don't wanna wake her up," your only option to make him quiet was to occupy his lips with yours so you did so. The feeling of his warm hard cock in your walls was something you yearned for.

"Every time you think of me like that…" you huffed. "Just come get me," you whimpered. Carl smirked.

"That's gonna be like every day," he chuckled, his dick hitting your cervix which caused a yelp to slip out your mouth. He put his palm over your mouth. "You're the one who has to be quiet," he cooed watching your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth gape open, letting out breaths. He licked the tears that were starting to stream out your face when he fastened his pace.

His cock was so warm inside you that you couldn't help but bounce on his pelvis. "Carl… I'm so close," you wrapped your arms around his neck, your boobs rubbing against his chest. "Let's do it together, okay?" you smiled, kissing his cheek.

He couldn't let out any words, fastening then slowing his pace when he feels his mind start to turn. "Hah… you feel so good," you arched your back with your chest out and head back. Carl slithered his arms against your back and pushed you close to him and he let out his final thrusts, shoving his way through his high.

Your head felt dizzy while you rode out your orgasm. Limbs feeling weak and hair messy, you rested yourself on top of Carl. Letting your body heat comfort one another.

"I want to embrace you like this forever," Carl breathed as he laid back down, rubbing your back. Your chest rose and sank, catching your breath and turning to sleep at his side. Placing your hand on the back of his head, you pulled him close so his head was resting on your breasts.

"Then I'll keep you this close for as long as you want," you kissed the top of his head as you both doze off. Forgetting to unlock the door in case someone decided to enter the room.

[monsieuroverlord]

X-Men- related Blood Hunt Issues!

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X-Men: Blood Hunt -- Psylocke

written by Steve Foxe, art by Lynne Yoshii, cover by Stephen Segovia

"Ninja vs. vampires! After serving on the frontlines in the war against Orchis, Kwannon is enjoying some much-deserved downtime with her new lover Greycrow. But when darkness falls across Japan, Psylocke will wield her psionic blade against blood-sucking creatures of legend and faces a foe unlike any she’s ever seen. An all-new villain emerges in the mayhem of BLOOD HUNT!"

X-Men: Blood Hunt -- Magik

written by Ashley Allen, art by Jesus Hervas, cover by Rod Reis

"Magik raises hell! Illyana Rasputina has returned to her homeland to search her soul and steel it for what comes next. But how will she protect her first home when a vampire army descends on Russia, seeking to turn it into a living hell? She may have been forged in the fires of Limbo, but has it prepared her for the Blood Hunt?"

X-Men: Blood Hunt -- Jubilee

written by Preeti Chhibber, art by Enid Balam, cover by Erica D'urso

"Fangs and fireworks! Running from the past is one race you'll never win—and as darkness suffuses the world, Jubilee’s past as a vampire is back to take a big bite out of her! It's gonna take more than a couple plasma bursts to get out of this one, Jubilation..."

X-Men: Blood Hunt -- Laura Kinney the Wolverine

written by Stephanie Phillips, art by Robert Gill, cover by Bjorn Barends

"Laura's bloodiest rescue mission yet! The vampires will stop at nothing in their bid for supremacy, including capturing mutants for hellacious experiments to boost their own power. But not on Laura Kinney’s watch! The Wolverine slices a swath through the vamps, but when she encounters the truth behind their machinations, will an unlikely ally prove to be more than she bargained for?"

[lilac-den]

Not me picturing giant buff murderous mc who only has two modes when dealing with people who aren’t their people

1). Hiding the rage behind a playful smirk

2). Basically feral, teeth bared, snarling (extra scary because of that shifter magic)

V confident, v dominant and cheeky when they’re bothering to play along.

Romancing Enid and watching everyone be confused about that dynamic (very cold tiny woman being waited on hand and foot rather zealously by a blood soaked rumor turned sunbeam in her presence) xand having no understanding for the fact that, while mc has a preference for being in control, that doesn’t include with her because they’d literally do anything for her, go limp for her, let her do as she wished. They love her for her strength, and knowing what she’s been through, knowing that they get to spend the rest of their life replacing that brutality with the softest of touch, the gentlest of love is greatest gift they could ever receive (after of course, working through the issue of believing that to touch Enid with such blood soaked hands would be the most heinous, sacrilegious act they could perform).

They’d spend the rest of their life baring their throat for her knowing the only thing she’d let kiss that ragged scar is her own lips, there would be no threat of cold steel.

They would be safe in her hands.

The only time Enid will ever see that ruthless side of them would be in her and their family’s defense.

It’s the second easiest promise they ever make.

You know, ironically, that's a pretty good way to romance Enid.

Of course, there's still room for other forms of love - it's just that Enid's route is what I would say the harshest one out of the available routes because of how...hostile she is. She's independent and won't back down just because you tell her to.

The fact your MC is like this - honestly, I imagine it as a very sweet love here, especially given how accurate it portrays MCs who are harsh on others but very gentle with Enid.

Honestly, this pairing reminds me of a manhwa (How to Prey on Your Master - I know, the title's not a great start 🤣) cuz of how it's Icy A x Crazy to everyone but partner B. Everyone being confused of your MC's sudden 180 shift in behaviour would be an understatement. 🤣

Here's a little sneak peek of how one of the interactions with Enid is like [Warning: Spoiler for a future chapter!]: