Tumgik
#lady enid
illustratus · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
Sir Geraint and the Lady Enid in the Deserted Roman Town by Walter Crane
385 notes · View notes
promisingyounglady · 15 days
Text
watermelons. | JS x Reader
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
SYNOPSIS: Jake loves ur boobs. That’s it really.
PAIRING: Jake Seresin x Reader
A/N: written for all my big tit girlies, from a big tit girlie herself.
Tumblr media
He’s been obsessed with the girls since he first saw them.
And by the girls, he means your tits.
Like just imagine, cocky little top gun aviator, Jake Seresin, turning into a complete mess first glance at you. Spilling his beer all over his tan golden chest that one summer afternoon at the beach with the dagger squad, just because he saw you in your denim shorts and yellow halter top.
And they sit so nicely, your tits. Full, large, and beautiful.
The breeze carries the scent of salt, the air humid and yet all jake can do is stare at the girl with the sweet smile and pretty tits, laughing loudly with her friends on the Hard Deck patio.
“So you’re just gonna stare like a creep or what?” Bradley’s low voice calls out beside him, crossing his arms across his chest as he adjusts his aviator sunglasses, muscles glistening as well under the heat. He whistles softly when he sees you, to which Jake shoves his friend away playfully, annoyed that he’s looking at you too.
“Back off, Bradshaw”
And so next thing he knows, he’s by your side, immediately serenading you with his charming smile and kind eyes.
“Hi sweetheart”
It’s so fucking cheesy and simple, and yet it works on you. You’re spinning around, eyes going wide at the firm, golden chest your face to face with and the way Jake just looms over you, hands on his hips, sweaty and golden from a match of beach football.
“Would you allow me to buy the pretty girl and her friends a drink?” He asks your friend group, sending a wink that makes the girls swoon.
“Oh my fuck” slips out from one of your friends behind you, the group gawking at the sight of the tall, handsome man in front of them.
And she was right. Oh my fuck indeed.
All it took was one line of southern drawl and you were hooked.
That night when Jake has you pinned against the alleyway wall outside of the bar, both your cheeks hot and the breeze cooler, you stare up at the man you had just spent the whole day flirting to.
“So you’re stationed here for a few months?” you breathe out, staring at his broad chest and chiseled jaw, feeling so small under his gaze. You gasp when his hand shifts closer, holding your waist firm in his grasp.
He nods, no need for words when he’s busy admiring you as well. The tall man gently nestles his lips beside your ear, whispering praises as he pressed a kiss to your neck.
You shut your eyes, fluttering your eyelashes at the proximity and sheer sensuality of it all.
“Can I touch you?” He asks pulling away, looking at your eyes with something more than just lust.
You smile, chest heaving as you replied coyly. “Where do you want to touch me?”
Jake is starstruck at your words, trying so hard to shield you from the world under his arms and selfishly have you all for himself.
You take both his hands in yours and wrap them over your hips, letting them grab the mounds of your flesh and groan, feeling his hard on pressing against your front.
“feel me. and show me where you want to touch me most” you gasp, eyes shutting closed.
Jake pulls his hands away to caress your cheeks, taking your face as he presses his lips against yours.
“Here” he says under his breath. That was where he wanted to touch you most.
The kiss is deep, soft under the starry beach sky.
The same hands slide down to softly squeeze your tits, and that’s when you know that was the second spot he wanted to touch most. You smirk against the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing into him further.
Jake Seresin was a tits guy.
So when Jake comes home to his apartment after a year of steady dating, he’s already making a beeline to find you, settling on the fact that you must be in the laundry room finishing up the chores.
You don’t even have time to greet your boyfriend properly before he’s shoving his face in your tits and smacking a kiss to each one.
“Jake, what is up with you?” You giggled, shocked at how needy and hot he was. “I didn’t know they let you off early”
He sighs, taking them in his strong hands and pressing a kiss to each breast again.
“Just missed my girls, that’s all” he groans, holding you closer as you give him a hug.
you rolled your eyes, watching as he continue to rub them softly, pressing a kiss to your collar bone.
“I cut up the watermelon, it’s in the fridge” you told him, pulling him away to press a peck to his cheek.
You took the laundry basket, propping it against your hip as you smiled when Jake called out while pouting at the loss of contact.
“Not the melons I need!” he exasperates, trailing after you quickly.
584 notes · View notes
caitlynskitten · 7 months
Text
Funny group costume idea for the Nevermore girls
Bianca, Yoko, Enid dress up as the Dimitrescu Sisters and Wednesday is Lady D. Yes the shortest one dresses up as the tallest character 💀
169 notes · View notes
hraugur · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media
“It’s certainly getting to Enid. The thought of Xavier even trying to flirt with Wednesday makes her nails, claws now dig into her fingers, it makes her stomach tighten and a furious lump moves up her throat, her vision tinting red at the edges.” -there it is again, that funny feeling by @camomile-t this fic has it’s fangs in me gosh darn it
853 notes · View notes
streaminn · 8 months
Text
I love me some Wednesday is only soft for Enid but I feel like the more they got comfy, the more Wednesday isn't afraid to play rough
As in, Enid is left a flustered :D?? Because wednesday definitely gets cute aggression from looking at her
Aka, Enid could be sitting in bed and get kicked to her back with Wednesday ominously looming over her because how dare she look at up at her with those eyes?
Those captivating adora-
Enid is left wondering if she's going to be killed when the look on Wednesday face turned all the more murderous.
180 notes · View notes
a-humble-bagel · 1 year
Text
may i present, the exact same ship in slightly different fonts:
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
1K notes · View notes
sailor-moon-moon · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
*old timey detective voice* I’ve cracked this case wide open
460 notes · View notes
spitinsideme · 1 month
Note
werewolves or vampires? u made a twilight au so i thought id ask u...personally werewolves are pretty badass but damn vampires r so...woah..
wromg person to ask i have and always will bs a werwwolf lover .... there is zero competettion when its anything agaisnt werewolves i LOVE werwwolves you do npt understand .... the romance of lovong a beast meant for destruction .. to murder .. a beast full of amger and a lust for blood and everytime they transform you dtay with them and youre risking your lofe becaude they could kill yoi, they coikd eat you, tjey are still a momster and a predator and a beast no matter wjat but you dtay oit of devotuon and adoration and you wash the blood off them when they trasnform back ...
and whatever other shit, me personally i lovr werewolve because they are HUGE and BIG and MURDEROUS and id let them take an arm if they ripped it out with theor bare teeth. i love werewolves somuch truly it does not get better than a thing with huge fucking fangs that are dharp and strong and will bote you !!!!! also even if they are not in werwolf gorm they still have sharp big fangs that coukd bite you !!!!! sure whateber vampires suck blood and shit and tjats hot but werewolves ... idontknow ... they can transform and that is very sexy of them BUT !!! THERE ARENT ENOIGH FUCKING WOMAN WERWWOLVES !! like i want to watch a man transform into a werwolf lime oaky ? hes what ? big and stromg and murderous ??? so are most men in like basically every show and mlvie ever !!!!!! i aant women who are full of bloodlust with the addition of fangs and claws and a vert ... very strong bite force ...... also if there is a womaj werwplf its always fucking like NOTHING !!! BECAUSE THERE ARENT !!!!!!!!
32 notes · View notes
gawrkin · 28 days
Text
GUINEVERE
Tumblr media
IS
Tumblr media
SO
Tumblr media
Fae-coded
You can almost feel like the Christian writers know that Gwen can't and can never be an ordinary lady, especially within THIS kind of setting - the Arthurian Setting, the pinnacle of the Chivalric Romance genre.
A setting where nothing ordinary or mundane is at the forefront. A setting where men like Arthur and Lancelot exist - Men who are objectively superhuman - both in character and in physicality.
This is a world where Arthur, Lancelot and every other male character has curb-stomped entire armies by their lonesome, go toe-to-toe with fearsome monsters, and endure punishing physical challenges that would kill lesser men.
Where Arthur can be the most charismatic and most virtuous king in the world, ruling over a kingdom with strange habits and customs. Where Lancelot can harbor love so strong, that it can both empower him as much as it kills him.
And these men are in love with Guinevere.
Guinevere, as character in this genre, HAS to be an exemplar female in order to fit in and complement the men in her life. The problem is that the exemplar women of this genre are on the cusp, if not outright, of unchristian status.
Other Arthurian women who are Fae-coded include:
Isolde (who is a "doctor", whose uncle is the giant Morholt)
Enide (who has several cousins with strange-looking horses and another cousin who trapped her lover in an enchanted garden; Chretien de Troyes saw fit to assure the readers that Enide didn't use spells or charms to arm Erec)
Laudine (who owns a magical storm-making fountain and a magic ring)
Lynette & Lyonesse (One is capable of reviving a knight that has been cut to pieces. The other also owns a magic ring. Both are sisters of the Lord of Avalon)
Ragnelle (who has a brother by the name of Gromer Somer Jeure, which means "Man of Summer Day", and is made the mother of Gawain's son Gingalain, who is normally half-fae)
...and all of them are described as unbelievable beauties comparable to Guinevere. Right.
Tumblr media
20 notes · View notes
promisingyounglady · 1 month
Text
four eyes. | BF x Reader
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
PAIRINGS: Bob Floyd x Fem!Reader
SYNOPSIS: asking bob to make a mess of himself on your face while you wear his glasses? absolutely.
WORD COUNT: 1.8k
WARNINGS: ahem, SMUT, established relationship, profanity, oral (m!receiving), deepthroating, facial, handjob, cum eating, dirty talk, begging, slightly sub!reader, praise, aftercare and such sweet affection from bobby, not proofread and mdni!!, reader is a minx, brief mention of term ‘slut’, size kink, awkward sweetheart w a big dick!bob,
A/N: this is the most filthiest shit I’ve ever written and if you like this ur crazy… *reblogs, comments and likes the post*
Tumblr media
“What are you up to?” he drawls, watching carefully as you crawl over his naked midriff and through the sea of bedsheets. Post-sex endorphins were through the roof right now for Bob, a wave of happy tiredness sweeping over the pilot.
You huff, hand outstretched as you reach for Bob's glasses perched on the bedside table.
“I wanna try these on” you say to him, balancing yourself as you try to grab the frames. Bob chuckles, a hand coming to rub your ass lovingly.
You bit your lip to fight the feeling of a grin spreading on your face, the feeling of Bob's soft hands tickling you as you playfully pushed him away, all the while he simply beams at you.
The hand supporting yourself on his hard chest slips, causing you to collapse on top of your boyfriend, your naked breasts brushing over his cock and sending a shiver down his spine.
A firm hand comes to still yourself. “Careful” he says softly, hands warm.
Bob looks over, grabbing the glasses just as you were about to pick them up, and holding them out of your reach. You protest, trying to get ahold of the frames you loved so much. Bob puts them on, allowing himself to properly see his girl.
“You don’t wanna wear these, they don’t look good on anyone. Including me.” he mumbles, adjusting you on top of him.
But you're quick to swipe them off his face, ignoring Bob's laughs when you put the glasses on yourself and straddle his hips. “I like them, they’re cute,” you tell him.
“Well what d’ya know?” Bob utters softly to himself when he sees you, gazing up at his girl wearing the steel rimmed aviators and looking absolutely breathtaking.
“Hi there, four eyes” he chuckles, finding it odd saying a phrase he’s been nicknamed all his childhood. Hell, even Seresin has no problem calling him that to this day.
Bob smiles, strong but soft hands coming to rest on your hips as you sat dangerously close to where his happy trail leads to. Your brows furrowed as you viewed the world through his lenses.
“Jesus, Bob, you really are blind!” You uttered, looking down at the blurry man seated against the bedpost.
Bob’s become busy at the moment, pressing pecks to your hardended nipples. He simply nods, pretending he’s listening.
“You should go to the eye doctor, honey”
Bob peaks through, giving you a look. “That’s where I got them”
“Hm.”
The room is silent, a soft glow of the afternoon sunlight peeking through the white shutters. You feel the corners of Bob’s lips curling into a smile against your skin, a silent worship to your body.
“You’re so soft.” he murmurs.
“Honey,” you call to your boyfriend.
“Hm?” Bob replies absentmindedly, still brushing his face along your chest, hugging you closer.
You tug on his brown locks, pulling his head from your body and looking down at him.
“I wanna try something.” you grinned, a mischievous glint in your eyes mixed with a bottle of excitement. You quickly press a kiss to his lips.
Bob watches as you pull from his grasp, lips forming a small frown from the loss of contact as you shuffled down the bed so you were now kneeling on the floor by the edge.
Bob looks over at you quizzically, wondering what you were up to before you beckon towards him, ushering him to sit at the edge of the bed.
“Come sit, Robert” you directed, calling him by his birth name to get his attention.
His soft cock limps near his thighs as he adjusts himself, sitting before you in all his naked glory, hair tousled by your hands and a pink blush ghosting his cheeks. His hand comes up to play with your hair, tucking a loose strand behind your ear. You look up in seriousness and confess.
“I want you to cum on these glasses”
Bob stops all motion, hand still tucked behind your ear. The room falls silent.
“What?”
You ignore the bafflement of your crimson cheeked boyfriend, bending down to lick a long stripe up his veiny shaft. A loud moan and harsh tug against your scalp brings you to take him further, almost triggering your gag reflexes. It all happens so fast. Bob mutters incoherently from the sudden gesture, both of you going slightly insane when your nose presses against his pubic bone as tears form near your eyes.
“Baby, hold on a moment, Jesus fuck!”
You’re worried you’re going to make a mess on the floor from the way your slick almost drips from your pussy.
You’ve been thinking of this fantasy for a while if you were to be honest. Bob pulls you back, gasping for air as a proud feeling settles in your chest. It’s not everyday you hear Bob cuss like that.
He’s panting hard, watching as a bit of saliva is smeared on your lips, eyes glossy. Bob sighs in exasperation as you decide to stroke his cock with your hands.
“You gotta let me speak-“
“Please, Bobby” you beg, pressing kisses to the pink tip and relishing in the way you feel him harden in your hand. A loud groan escapes Bob's throat, feeling sensitive despite having had sex the whole afternoon with you.
“I want you to cum while I have your glasses on” you told him, kitten licks getting the best of your boyfriend. “Like in those pornos” you mumble softly, your shy giggles driving Bob insane.
“Nobody says pornos anymore” he mumbles telling you, swallowing hard when you tug on his cock tighter for not responding.
Bob clears his throat. “You, um, want me to give you a facial?” He asks softly, holding onto your hand that's stroking his cock.
You nod eagerly.
“A-Are you sure?” He says, worried that taking him like this is gonna wear you out. In all honesty, the boy can’t help but grow hard at the thought of cumming all over your innocent face, big eyes covered by his glasses milked by his seed.
You nod, excitement and horniness flowing through your body.
“Please, honey, I want you to see me painted” you sighed, thumb brushing over the thick tip, smearing precum over the slit.
Bob thinks he’s gonna cum just from this angle, but he needs you so badly he tries to regain composure. He bends down to kiss you, tasting himself on your lips and letting your face be held in his soft touch. “Let me know if it's too much baby” he addresses in concern, the tears on your cheeks worrying him.
You sniffle, nodding your head to assure him. “Want you so bad, Bobby, let me suck you”
Your last few words are incoherent from the way you let Bob’s big cock stuff your throat, making you gag but desperately hold on. Bob lets go, both hands coming to balance himself on the edge, one gripping the bed sheets.
The sensation is fucking marvellous. You feel so full, loving the way the stretch of your mouth and untouched ache of your pussy turn you cockdrunk on Bob Floyd’s dick.
You look up, desperate to see how he's taking you, wanting to see the expression of him getting the daylights sucked out of him.
Lieutenant Bob ruts his hips pathetically, trying so hard not to make a mess of your mouth and hurt you. His head is pulled back, groans falling from his soft lips as he praises you so good.
“That’s it baby, doing so well for me” he sighs, now two large hands coming to push you a little further, a groan falling from his lips as you take him fully now.
“God, I love you!” he cries out loud, an instinctive response coming from your boyfriend as he caresses your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear. You smile, aviator lenses reflecting the light as your lips are wrapped securely around his dick.
”So pretty, such a pretty girl” he says under his breath, admiring the way your tits bounce along with every stroke on his cock. You gasp, pulling away as you let your fist do the rest.
“I love you too, Bobby” you gasped, looking up to find Bob staring at you intensely, with such a fierce gaze of love, sensuality, and pure awe.
”H-How,” he begins, starting to feel a familiar feeling settle inside him. “How did I get so lucky with you?” He admits, wanting nothing more but to see his cum painting his glasses you’re wearing. He thinks he might just let you have them. Being able to see is overrated anyways.
“I think I’m gonna cum, baby” he lets out, watching as your eyes get eager, adjusting your sore knees so you can get the perfect angle.
“Please baby, give it to me” you begged, pussy so sensitive you have to make sure you hold yourself up enough so the cold wooden floors don’t brush against your folds.
Watching you rub his dick like that, mouth open and face ready is an image Bob will have ingrained in his mind forever, a hot spurt of milky liquid shooting onto your lips as Bob finally gives you what you wanted.
Incoherent mumbles fill the sweaty bedroom, letting one hand cup his balls as the other makes sure to smear the warm fluid all over your lips, glasses starting to get foggy.
“Fucking hell” Bob cries out, spilling your name from his lips like a sacred mantra.
You hum, a wave of both happiness and satisfaction washing over you as you sit in front of Bob’s glory.
You let the man come down from his high, tasting salt and your boyfriend in your mouth. Before you can even clean yourself up, Bob is ripping off the dirtied glasses framing your face, and grabbing you towards him for a passionate kiss. The action makes you dizzy, your red, sore knees almost buckling under.
It’s only a while after when he pulls away, grabbing for a box of tissues near the nightstand and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’m sorry for the mess” he replies shyly, the image of this tall, naked, handsome, and yet totally awkward giant taking care of you making it all worthwhile.
“It’s okay” you reply, voice hoarse. You couldn’t help but feel happy, even if you didn’t cum (Bob would see to it later of course).
You feel him use the tissues to wipe your chin, face, and tits, or really, what was leftover after you sucked it all up like a slut.
“You’re crazy sometimes, you know that?” Bob mumbles, shaking his head as he smiles at you, his soft touch so rewarding.
You laugh, latching your arms around his neck and letting him hoist you up so easily. His semi-hard cock limps against your stomach, both of you standing up and lips pressing together in another soft kiss.
”Thank you for the most mind blowing head of my life.” He jokes.
”Thanks for the facial” you gleam, sucking your fingers with a pop that makes Bob weak, falling back down on the mattress and taking you with him so you’re straddling him again.
Bob reaches for the glasses, getting a tissue so he could wipe them before an idea pops in your head and you stop him.
You put on the glasses again. He looks up.
“Bobby, where’s the Polaroid camera?”
948 notes · View notes
aces-and-angels · 10 hours
Text
Tumblr media
13 notes · View notes
cyansadness · 1 year
Text
olivia and jane’s fight at the end of ep 8 of grease rise of the pink ladies has the same energy as wednesday and enid’s fight at the end of ep 6 of wednesday
girlfriends who broke up before they were even girlfriends
110 notes · View notes
dyvynyti · 1 month
Text
been a while since i’ve drawn bbg. she looks tired.
Tumblr media
11 notes · View notes
Text
Quick Comparison
RE8 + Wednesday
Obviously Lady D is big equals to Weems and I can not express this enough. I NEED TO BE TOPPED BY THEM!!!!
It's quite obvious that Dani would equal Enid. The joyful spirit, the vlog/reading. It's a match and we can't deny they're both a tease...
Do I need to explain Cassandra... that's obvi Wednesday. The stoic life motto's. Not to mention how they only relish in the pain of others that they cause but go to far extents for their loved ones.
Bela is a tough one but if I had to say, it's definitely Bianca. I mean come on. I can't explain it but they are so similar.
Miranda is clearly Marilyn Thornhill
Ethan is Xavier the pawn and the one that does anything for love.
Donna and Moreau are Tyler the main pawns that Miranda kinda used to get what she wanted.
Heisenberg is the one to not give two shits about anything and just get stoned can you guess who...ding ding ding AJAX
87 notes · View notes
graylu · 24 days
Text
Wish there was less talk about Shane and Lori traumatizing Rick and more talk about how Enid was robbed of her in-law dynamic with Rick and Michonne (and a big sis dynamic with Judith) amongst richonne fans.
10 notes · View notes
lady-murderess · 1 year
Text
Tyler: *visibly pissed off and is about to have a scrap with Xavier*
Enid: ...
Wednesday: ... *grinning almost manically because she knows exactly what Tyler is going to do*
Enid: ... Wednesday? Are you gonna stop him?
Wednesday: Why would I do that? It’s like watching a car crash in slow motion, there is nothing you can do except watch and admire the spectacle
103 notes · View notes