#nsfwwenclair

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A ship/fandom doesn’t really get going until the freaks get into

WOLF DEN DISCORD 🖤💖🐺🐦‍⬛

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If you’re a cool person who’s looking for an active Wenclair Discord Server with a solid quality community

Then may I suggest this FANTASTIC one by @celticwolf55

➡️LINK - https://discord.gg/wolfdenserver ⬅️

Where a community of Wenclair artist, writers, and just fans of the show Wendsday and the ship Wenclair and were also looking for cool new people to join us

Now in celebration of 400+! members @celticwolf55 is having a creative event based on her AMAZING Poe’s Cup Kiss artwork

This is a creative writing / drawing event based on this fictional but hopefully soon to be real event to which we welcome any and all!

So please stop in and let’s celebrate this amazing ship that’s become a hyperfixation / brain worm / and all around obsession

Also PLENTY of Jenna Ortega and Emma Myers talk / simping

Enid was enjoying the stroking Wednesday was giving her. Loving how her fingers gently stroked her hair and her back. Her eyes closed, she was giving in to the feelings. Ever since Enid learned how to transform, she'd been exploring her lupine side. The nails had been a part of her character since the beginning, but she decided to see what other facets she could isolate. The ears and tail seemed a natural next step.

But the relaxation, the warmth of Winna's fingers, the smell of her shampoo and body wash, all of these brought her warmth down from her heart into her loins, and she remembered that night. Remembered how good it felt inside her roommate. Remembered being knotted. Remembered that instinctual satisfaction having shot her seed in her, wishing she had gotten pregnant, knowing she was fertile. And she lost herself in her wolfish nature, letting her she-cock grow.

As she hardened, she noticed how Wednesday noticed. And how her touch changed. Wednesday was an expert in the theoretical. And it was Wednesday who taught her to touch herself, gave her her first orgasm as a woman. She saw as Winna's robe parted, the line of her pale skin between her breasts. She remembered those breasts, and grew harder in her shorts. In the back of her throat, a wolfy whine started to utter, and Wednesday noticed Enid's issue.

"Aw, poor pup, looks like things are constrained. Let me help." Wednesday always had a soft spot for the creatures of nature, and in her mind, Enid was no different than a beast who'd gotten caught in a tight situation. And Enid's shorts were getting tighter by the second. So Wednesday slid a hand inside the elastic of her shorts, and started to ease them down, releasing Enid's firm wolf-dick from its binding. Sliding the shorts down, she saw all that Enid had to offer.

Her hand wrapped around Enid's veiny cock, feeling its warmth, feeling the blood course through the beast between her legs. And Enid gave her consent with a nod that turned into her head tilting back as Wednesday started to pump her penis. Slow, thoughtful strokes. Wednesday never did anything without being thoughtful and methodological. And this would be no exception. As many books as she had read, she had no practical experience with dick.

As she continued to jerk gently on Enid's she-cock, Enid's mouth started to gape. Her canines started to stretch out, and a low growl uttered from her throat. Wednesday continued to move her hand up and down, watching the soft skin slide over Enid's cockhead. Clear liquid oozed from the tip, slippery, and Wednesday's index finger spread it around the lupine tip, again drawing a growl from Enid's throat.

🔞🔞🔞 Headcanon 🔞🔞🔞

Wednesday sneaking on Enid’s computer and finding her secret Ao3 account that has the filthiest smut Enid has been writing with some of the most dirtiest kinks, taboos, and dead doves of fandoms like anime’s, cartoons, K-Pop stars and even some of Wends book character… and Enid’s self insert OC

Wednesday is disgusted… but intrigued… and turned on

🔞Constant Omegaverse Wenclair thoughts 🔞

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