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neuroprincess · 1 year

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who do i write for

NEW MASTERLIST ^^ and NEW LIST OF CHARACTERS

Characters

Criminal Minds

Law & Order: SVU

Alex Cabot | Casey Novak | Liz Donnelly | Olivia Benson | Rita Calhoun

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Hilda Spellman | Lilith/Mary Wardwell | Zelda Spellman

Abbott Elementary

Ava Coleman | Melissa Schemmenti

+ characters by Kathryn Hahn

Agatha Harkness | Carla Dunkler | Claire Debella | Eve Fletcher | Olivia Octavius / Doctor Octopus

+ characters by Gwendoline Christie

Brienne of Tarth | Larissa Weems

+ extras

Maura Isles

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queerfanfiction · 7 months

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for the work in progress thing, whats "a touch like a sharp and glorious thorn"? love your work btw =]

Ooooh, thank you!!

I almost called it "Corruption", and it is my first Chilling Adventures of Sabrina fic. It's not fully fleshed out yet, but basically a new teacher with a crush on Mary Wardwell suddenly notices the change in her demeanor in S1. They pine over "Mary" who is really Lilith. And Lilith has too much fun with it... Will they eventually find out Mary is now Lilith?

#wip ask game #wip game #ask #anon #caos #mary wardwell #lilith #madam satan #chilling adventures of sabrina #lilith x reader #mary wardwell x reader #madam satan x reader

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multifandomfix · 5 months

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Play Nice — Lilith x Mary Wardwell x Reader

Summary: Lilith has never been known for kindness, but when it comes to you and Mary, she tries.

Word Count: 364

Warnings: Trust Issues, Some Angst

Lilith came into the cozy sitting room carrying mugs filled with your’s and Mary’s favorite steaming hot drinks. You accepted yours with a polite thank you and watched as Mary hesitantly accepted hers.

You saw the skeptical look in her eye as she took the tiniest of sips from the mug. You also didn’t miss the brief flicker of disappointment in Lilith’s face at Mary’s mistrust of her.

As Lilith went back into the kitchen, you decided it was up to you to bridge the gap between them. “I know this is all still new, but she’s trying, Mary.”

“Forgive me if I’m hesitant to trust the demoness in matters of human kindness.” It was an unusually curt reply from the rather timid Mary, and that’s what gave away the real issue.

She was scared. Scared of letting herself love Lilith, someone who could so easily hurt or betray her. You experienced that fear yourself, and there had been times you questioned Lilith’s intentions. She wasn’t the most open with her feelings, but in what you’d been able to observe, she had no ulterior motives. She only wanted to be loved like anyone else. And it was that look in her eye when Mary doubted her that said it all.

You understood that Mary couldn’t be expected to trust Lilith overnight, but if she couldn’t find it in herself to try, this thing between the three of you could never truly work.

“Give her a chance, Mary. Kindness might not be in her nature, but that doesn’t mean she’s incapable of it. She’s trying and she’s doing it for us.”

Now, feeling a little guilty, Mary’s expression softened. Perhaps she had been unfair. “You’re right. It does appear that she’s trying.”

“Lilith,” you called. She emerged from the kitchen a few moments later. “Join us,” you invited. You opened your arm for her to crawl under and though you sensed a hesitancy in her, she came over, squeezing between you and Mary and tucking herself under your arm. Even Mary put an arm around her and the three of you cuddled close by the fire, fighting off the chill in the late autumn air.

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#mary wardwell #lilith #mary wardwell x lilith x reader #marith x reader #chilling adventures of sabrina #caos #request

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weemsicallygay · 25 days

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oh hi there!

i disappeared. but i'm back again!

with a new story!!! it's a zelda one :D

i will be discontinuing my monika story, but hey, at least in this one, i could project since i actually do practice witchcraft.

anyway, check it out! i won't promise any updates but who knows (i'll also be starting college soon so.. hehe)

-- luv, nina.

#zelda spellman x reader #zelda spellman #sabrina spellman x reader #sabrina spellman #sabrina morningstar #chilling adventures of sabrina #mary wardwell #lilith morningstar #hilda spellman #the sabrina/reader tag isn't romantic at all #zelda one is DEFINITELY romantic wink wink #no i won't be posting anything on tumbler anymore aside from updates #i'm fully hibernating in ao3 <3

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elijahslittleprincess · 1 year

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Ok guys pleaseeeeee please I need more Lilith x Reader or Lilith x zelda fanfic I've read every one possible and I'm sooooo desperate.

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honeyynymphh · 1 year

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Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers 🖤

wow five is a lot! I am not going to stick to one fandom because I don't really like a lot of my current stuff haha Ghost Freshly Squeezed (E) Cardinal Copia x Fem!Reader A Discordant Melody (E) Cardinal Copia x Fem!Reader, PapaIV x Fem!Reader (they are two different characters) Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep (M) Zelda Spellman x Faustus Blackwood - though it's not a ship-centric fic. But there's no happy endings, not here and not now (T) no pairings, just a story about the first time Zelda killed Hilda told in the style of Lemony Snicket. it was meant to be more but I left the fandom. I still like what I wrote and the single chapter can stand on its own. Rather Impulsive (E) Zelda Spellman x Mary Wardwell

#inbox <3 #yes I have two ao3 accounts #I wanted ghost separate from the other stuff

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mystichealerfromhell · 3 years

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Worth It

Bon soir homosexuals, I come bearing a gift loosely inspired by this gif, cause she’s just so damn cute asleep on that sofa. This is the first time I’ve written reader insert stuff, so don’t be mean 🥲 ao3 link here

Summary: You come home to find Mary asleep on the couch. Softness ensues.

You could hear your keys jingling as you walked towards the door of the cottage. It was getting late; you’d been held up, and now the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over everything in sight. You knew Mary wouldn’t be annoyed at your tardiness, though. She never was, she didn’t have it in her. You, on the other hand, did have the capacity for annoyance, and it was surely coming into play. They’d kept you from her for far longer than you’d anticipated. Ah well, late is better than never, I guess, you thought as the key she’d given you turned in the lock.

Upon entering, you noticed that it seemed… dark? Darker than normal, at least. Mary’s home wasn’t exactly what one would call bright and airy. She tended to favour candlelight and the glow of the fire, with an old standing lamp in the corner of her sitting room providing enough light to read by. It was cosy. Homely. An atmosphere that suited Mary right down to the ground. The only time it was dark like this was when the two of you were cuddled up watching old black and white horror flicks, but you definitely couldn’t hear the TV.

Curiosity peaked, you crossed the hallway to the sitting room. You were just about to call out for her when you caught a glimpse of dark hair in your peripheral vision. Mary was fast asleep, curled on her side on the sofa, a pile of marking set before her on the table. Her hair had all but fallen out of its usual bun and her glasses sat crooked on her nose. You walked closer, mindful to be quiet, with a growing smile. Kneeling between the couch and the table, you reached out and gently slipped her glasses off. Can’t have those digging into that pretty face, you thought. After placing them atop the pile of papers on the table, you gently brushed her hair out of her eyes. So adorable, you thought, but you knew you had to wake her. If you left her to sleep there like that, she’d wake up sore.

“Hey…” you whispered, stroking the tips of your fingers along her sharp cheekbone. “Come on, Sleeping Beauty, you gotta wake up.” Nothing. Your fingers began to run through her hair. “Maryyy…”

“Mm…” she mumbled, before stretching. “What time is it?” she asked. Her voice was quiet, husky from sleep, and your chest ached with love for her. Her eyes fluttered open, but you could see she was struggling to wake up. A pink tinge lightly coloured her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I was waiting for you…”

“Don’t worry about it,” you said, fingers still lost in a sea of chestnut, “you obviously needed the rest.”

“Mhmm…” she hummed in acknowledgement. She was melting like butter under your touch; you really had to stop petting her if you didn’t want her to fall back asleep. You glanced again at the papers on the table; it seemed she’d gotten through most of it, though you did notice an exceptional amount of Mary’s neat red handwriting in the margins. Looks intense, you thought. Looking back at her, you see she has barely stirred and her eyes have fallen shut again. There’s only one thing to do, really. You ran your index finger down her nose before lightly tapping the tip. “Sit up for a second,” you said.

Her brows furrowed in displeasure, which was easily the cutest thing you’d ever seen. She pushed herself up from the couch, swaying slightly. Not wanting to keep her up any longer than necessary, you quickly rose from the floor and set yourself down where Mary had been. After some maneuvering, you were able to pull her back down, letting her lie mostly on top of you. Your legs tangled, and she nuzzled into the crook of your neck. Her lips pressed against your skin softly, before she settled against you with a sweet little sigh. You began to stroke up and down her spine, and the arm she had wound around your waist squeezed you gently.

“Go back to sleep, darling,” you whispered.

“Mm… love you…” and then she was out like a light once more.

You smiled to yourself, enjoying her weight above you. She was so sweet, so effortlessly charming, and she had absolutely no idea. Everything about her was inviting; her warmth, the smell of her shampoo, and now that you thought about it you were a little tired too…

To hell with it. Your sore back tomorrow would be more than worth it.

#mary wardwell x reader #mary wardwell imagines #mary wardwell #caos x reader #caos fanfiction #my posts

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neuroprincess · 10 months

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☆ CAOS MASTERLIST ☆

MAIN MASTERLIST | TAGLIST | open requests

♡ fluff | ☆ smut | ❀ angst

⤷ Hilda Spellman

To be written...

⤷ Lilith/Mary Wardwell

To be written...

⤷ Zelda Spellman

To be written...

⤷ Headcanons

Zelda Spellman NSFW asks | Part Two | Part Three ☆

⤷ Preferences

To be written...

⤷ Special | Fanfiction

To be written...

#chilling adventures of sabrina #caos #hilda spellman x reader #madam satan x reader #lilith x reader #mary wardwell x reader #zelda spellman x reader #headcanon #one shot #fanfiction #preferences #neuroprincess

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pinkblosmx · 3 years

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You Don’t Have To

Summary: Mary feels bad about not giving herself to you after you’ve been together for almost a year.

A/N: This is longer than I thought it would be also I’m doing summaries now apparently. I really spent like 3 paragraphs on yours and Mary’s dating backstory.

You’re sat behind Mary on your shared bed as you gently brush her thick soft locks of hair. Mary has her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling and gentleness of the brush and the moment even though something has been plaguing her mind recently. You and Mary first met coming up to a year ago now at the local animal shelter, you were volunteering there and Mary was thinking about giving a unloved animal a new life.

You’ll always remember the first time you saw her. You were being licked to death by some puppies in one of the kennels when you heard a faint giggle, you looked up and there she was, the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen. You definitely remember blushing and trying to be professional which was not easy with puppies, one of which tried to escape but thankfully Mary picked it up before it could run and that’s where it all started. You talked to her about what animal she liked and what would be best for her lifestyle and you suggested getting a coffee together cause you didn’t want to never see her again although you tried to play it out like it was for more questions, you’re pretty sure she saw right through that.

After the coffee ‘meeting’ you asked her out on an actual date. Mary said yes while she was all flustered and it made your heart skip a beat at how adorable she was. As they say the rest is history, your first date was wonderful, so was the second and the third, but the fourth, the fourth one is when you told Mary you had fallen in love with her. You remember the joy in her eyes, how she lit up with happiness at knowing you loved her the same way she loved you but there was another thing she shared with you, that she was a virgin to which you said it wasn’t important and didn’t matter to you that she was, Mary breathed a sigh of relief at that. Not long after you slowly started to move into the cottage with her and adopted your own little fur baby together.

As time went on Mary began to feel bad, you had been living together for three months, sharing the same bed but not once had you been intimate and the first time Mary had tried to make herself do it, you stopped her and told her that she didn’t need to, she didn’t need to make herself do it not when she wasn’t ready to and that reassured her until now.

The last few weeks Mary has been experiencing nightmares about you leaving her for someone who can offer you more, someone who can give themselves to you. You’ve been waking up to Mary clinging to you and when you asked what was wrong she simply told you it was just a nightmare but you had your suspicions but didn’t want to push her but now she was zoning out at times and seemingly distant from you. You’re worried and you know something is wrong but you don’t know what.

“Mary? Earth to the most beautiful women ever?” Your worried voice breaks Mary out of one of her ‘deep in thought’ moments. Mary slightly turns her head back to see you, your eyes filled with worry and concern.

“I’m here.” Mary says as she moves herself to face you. You’re about to ask what’s wrong, if you’ve done something wrong to make her distant but you don’t get to as she kisses you suddenly and pushes you down on to the bed taking the hairbrush out of your hand and placing it on the bedside table, before you know it she’s kissing your neck gently but it feels different from usual. It doesn’t feel right.

“Mary stop. Stop.” You say and without hesitation she stops and looks up at you and for the first time you see the sadness in her ocean eyes and it pains you.

“Mary what’s going on? You’ve been acting strange for weeks and.” You sadly sigh before continuing “it’s worrying me. This isn’t like you and I miss you.”

You’re feeling as if you could cry, you miss your Mary. The Mary that would tell you everything, the one that would be flustered whenever you kissed her neck, the one you met nearly a year ago.

“My nightmares they’ve” Mary pauses as she looks down at the soft bedsheets, too embarrassed to meet your gaze.

“They’ve been about you leaving me for someone who can give themselves to you in a way I can’t and the thought won’t leave my mind.” Mary lets out a sob at the last few words.

“I’m afraid that if I don’t give myself to you, you’ll leave so I thought I could make myself do it, that way you’ll be happy and won’t leave me.” Mary continues through tears.

“Mary I’m not going to leave you and” You pause as you quickly but gently move her so she’s crying on to your chest as you hold her close and tightly to you.

“I’m already happy.” You softly tell her as she continues to sob.

“But I haven’t-” Mary starts but you quickly cut her off.

“That has never mattered to me. Mary I love you as you are and you don’t need to force yourself to do something you aren’t ready to. I’m here because I fell in love with you.” You say and Mary sniffles as she slowly looks up at you.

“What if I’m never ready to do it?” Mary asks with a hoarse voice as a few tears run down her eyes.

“Then you’re never ready. You being happy and comfortable is what matters the most to me. I don’t need sex to be happy. All I need to be happy is being with you and seeing you happy and comfortable.” You say gently wiping the tears away from Mary’s red cheeks and she leans into your soft touch, closing her eyes, relishing in the touch of your hand against her damp cheek. You both stay silent for a couple of minutes just enjoying the moment you’re having.

“Y/N?” Mary sniffles her voice still a bit hoarse as she moves her hand up to touch your hand on her cheek.

“Yes my love?” You ask softly smiling at seeing Mary slowly coming back to herself.

“Can we cuddle and watch a movie? Please?” Mary asks pouting at you. You smile more and nod your head “I would love nothing more.”

#mary wardwell x reader #why do I keep writing insecure Mary?#guess it’s my new kink

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wardwellwives-archive · 3 years

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Mary Tummy

Blame Thank the gays in MG's Dungarees Brigade for this title 🤣

Pairing: Mary Wardwell x Reader

Words: 310

"Go back to sleep dear."

You blink slowly, the haze of sleep slowly diminishing as your eyes begin to focus on the fire in front of you; your body gradually acknowledges the weight of the blanket atop you and your cheek pressed into Mary's woolen skirt.

"You were reading." you mumble blearily, turning to meet Mary's gaze. She'd let her hair down and swept it over one shoulder, her bangs tucked somewhat messily behind her ear. A tender smile graced her thin lips as she brought her hand up to stroke your hairline.

"I was."

"M'sorry I fell asleep."

Mary chuckled at the slur in your voice, still only half-awake, and she shushes you gently with her thumb running over your lips.

"It's all right, you had a long day."

"No longer than you," you replied, rolling once more to face Mary's belly. You bury your nose in her pale blue sweater and inhale the scent of lavender laundry soap, a pleased grunt escaping your throat as her fingers begin working out the knots in your hair. You feel more than hear the hitch in Mary's breathing when you slide your hand under the hemline and push it up, revealing the pretty olive skin underneath. You smile sleepily and press a few kisses around her navel, your heart lifting at the giggles erupting above you.

"Y/N, that tickles!"

You merely chuckle in response and keep pressing your lips to the heated skin of her belly, nuzzling into it until Mary settles down once more and resumes stroking your scalp. The tendrils of sleep pull at your mind once again, the edges of your vision growing dark.

"I love you Mary," you whisper, the sounds and smells around you beginning to fade as her soft touch lulls you back into slumber.

"I love you too, dearest."

#this is smol but soft and I hope you like #NO this is not more self-indulgent fic why do you ask?#mary wardwell x reader #mary wardwell #caos #caos fanfiction #chilling adventures of sabrina #chilling adventures of the queue #michelle gomez

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multifandomfix · 2 years

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Bloody Mary - Mary Wardwell

Summary: With remnants of Lilith still left within her, Mary is experiencing some new and complicated feelings that she doesn’t quite know how to deal with.

Word Count: 1,563

Warnings: Mentions of self harm (not graphic, just nails in skin drawing a bit of blood), light smut, loosely implied fem!reader (still reads as fairly gender neutral)

Mary Wardwell was a changed woman, that much she knew, even if she couldn’t determine the source of the change that had occurred within her. She felt altered, down to her very soul. She could have adjusted to the strange, displaced sort of feelings if not for you. You only further complicated things for her.

You lived in a cottage not far from her own, her neighbor in a sense, though not entirely formally. Sometimes Mary felt as if you were her only true friend, but when her thoughts lingered on you now, it was not mere friendship on her mind. These new thoughts were unlike her; impure, even animalistic. And she hated them.

Red painted nails, that she hadn’t remembered ever painting that color, dug into her palms as she tried to dispel these types of thoughts from her mind. But that only went so far. Soon, she turned to her thigh, a new place for the long, manicured nails to dig themselves into. Sometimes she dug them in so hard that they drew blood. Once, even a drop of the crimson liquid traveled down her leg. By then, she hardly felt the pain anymore.

Yet still, the thoughts would not dissipate. Her dreams had even been invaded by you, though by no fault of your own. You had noticed a change in her though. She’d become more distant, finding excuses to avoid you and shorten your once long, pleasant conversations.

But that all changed one night. As a hedge witch, you had been making your daily devotion to your primary goddess, when a soft knock fell on your door. Blowing out several lit candles, you cut your prayer short, making a mental note to make up for it later, and headed for the door.

"Mary," you greeted in surprise at seeing her on the other side.

"May I come in," she asked, her eyes darting around nervously.

"You know you’re always welcome here," you told her, a sentiment you meant with all your heart. Mary stepped inside, adjusting her eyes from the darkness to the dim lighting within your home. "It’s been a while since you’ve come by. May I ask what it was that brought you here tonight," you broached. You wondered, had your prayers finally been answered, bringing your friend back to you?

In lieu of an answer, Mary instead lunged forward, kissing you passionately. The force of it knocked you back a step, and you clung to her to keep the both of you from toppling over. And then you lost yourself in her kiss. One hand firmly rested on her lower back, while your other hand made its way to her face, gently caressing her cheek until she pulled back from you. Still you held her, taking in her every detail. Her light blue eyes darkened over by what appeared to be a mix of lust and fear. Her lips now tinted with the shade of lipstick you still wore.

You hold her gaze for mere moments before she backs out of your reach. "I don’t know what came over me," she apologizes, putting a hand to her lips, still warm from your mouth. You were anything but apologetic, but you suppressed the urge to kiss her again. "Ever since—" Mary began, but the words wouldn’t seem to come. You waited patiently. "Recently, I’ve felt very different about you," she said, feeling dumb for stating what was now quite obvious. "Something deep inside has…has welled up and I," she pauses, looking at you now.

"It’s alright, Mary," you prompt, wanting her to continue.

"I tried to fight it," she went on. "Really, I did, but I can’t anymore. I want to…need to…give myself to you." You felt your heart palpitate as she said those words. Though she hadn’t shown any similar inclination before, you knew very well how people could keep those kinds of feelings hidden. You’d done so yourself. You’ve wanted this with Mary from very early on in your friendship, but had never spoken a word of it aloud.

"I want you too, Mary. I always have," you said, taking a step towards her. She didn’t back away. Instead, she let you lean in and kiss her softly, a stark contrast to the kiss you’d shared only minutes before. This time you allowed yourself to focus on the softness of her lips and the way they felt against yours. When you pulled away, Mary's eyes remained closed, as if she were too caught up in the moment to let it end just yet.

Carefully, you reached up, fingers lightly touching the bows of Mary's glasses and lifting them off of her face. As you did, her eyes fluttered open. "Do you really want this," you asked her before taking it any further.

"I do," she replied softly, almost as if she didn’t yet dare put a voice to her own desires. With her consent, you took her by the hand and led her to your bedroom, setting her glasses down gently on the bedside table. She momentarily froze after crossing the threshold and you thought she may have changed her mind. You held your breath and released it only when she made the move to kiss you again, reassuring herself just as much as she was reassuring you. As you kissed, your hands fell to the buttons of her cardigan. Once you undid the last of them, Mary let you push the garment off her shoulders and it fell to the floor with only the soft click of the buttons hitting the hardwood.

Breaking your kiss, you walked around Mary, unclasping the double strand of pearls she often wore and setting them alongside her glasses. Next was her brown dress. You unzipped it slowly, giving Mary ample time to tell you to stop if she wished, but she didn’t utter a word. You kissed her neck as you helped her out of it, and as you did, a small sigh of pleasure escaped Mary's lips.

You then took a moment to undress yourself, leaving the both of you in just your undergarments. Though far less graceful in your own undressing, Mary watched you with rapt attention, feeling more comfortable now that you were in the same state of undress as she was. When your eyes landed on hers once more, Mary let down her hair and you rushed the short distance over to her, taking her in a passionate kiss of your own this time. "You’re so beautiful, Mary," you whispered to her, nearly breathless.

Having abandoned her habit of leaving nail marks on her own flesh, her now short nails were just long enough to dig into your back, leaving faint crescent moon indents on your skin. You kissed for several minutes more, unfastening Mary's bra in the process. Finally pulling back from her, you finished discarding your own clothes and looked back over at Mary, who now stood bare before you. What a vision she was.

"Lie back," you softly instructed and Mary got in your bed. You then joined her, lying by her side. You leaned over her and gave her another, more gentle kiss. "Are you ready for me," you asked. Mary nodded, not trusting her own voice in such a vulnerable moment.

Your hand traveled down her body until you stopped between her legs. Mary's breath hitched when you began to touch her. "Breathe," you gently reminded, and Mary exhaled. Her mind was spinning from all the new sensations.

After only a short while Mary finally spoke. "Need you…inside of me," she panted. You obliged her, positioning yourself at a better angle and bending down to kiss her one more time before you did so. It wasn’t long after that when Mary's vision began to blur around the edges as she let the waves of pleasure wash over her. How she ever thought something that could feel so divine was a sin, she didn’t know. With one final, muffled cry, Mary came. You pulled your fingers from her and licked them clean, relishing the taste of her as you watched the erratic rise and fall of her chest even out into normal, slow breaths.

You laid next to her once more, admiring her flushed cheeks and glistening skin. With a hand on her waist, you pulled her close, tangling your legs with hers. You felt what remained of her wetness on your thigh and you smiled. Clean up could wait. You just wanted to be with her now.

You brushed your hand over her hip and down to her thigh, stopping when you felt what seemed like a scab, several of them actually. Even in the dimness of the light coming from the lamp you could see the dried blood. "Mary, what are these," you asked.

"It’s how I used to try to stop myself from thinking of you…this way," she admitted, though her gaze dropped from yours as she spoke.

You took your hand off her leg and brought it to her chin, tilting it back towards you so she’d look at you again. You melted when those icy blue eyes of hers connected with yours again. "No more punishment, only pleasure from now on, alright?"

Mary bit her lip and nodded. "I don’t ever want to go back to before," she assured you.

For anon

Mary Wardwell: @gay-and-sad-tm, @whenyouhaveanobsession, @hallospaceboyy, @spacememez, @caitlink26

#mary wardwell #mary wardwell one shot #mary wardwell x reader #chilling adventures of sabrina #chilling adventures of sabrina one shot #caos #caos one shot #request #send requests #requests open

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weemsicallygay · 1 year

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get to know the user + writing info

please read. i beg of you, before you request or shit on my profile /pos

first of all, helloOoOo!! so if you're here in my profile, you've probably read my fics about principal larissa weems, or even regina mills (and some other milfs/characters i forgot i wrote for), and y'know, i don't blame you for falling down in this rabbit hole.

my name is nina, short for aranina! it's not my real/legal name (of course) but i do like the name and i'm more comfortable going by it. my pronouns are she/they, but i use them interchangeably! i'm a filipino queer woman who likes to write about women for women (mostly).

now when i say i write about women, i definitely mean *about* women. most of my x-reader fics are written with y/n as a female at default or at least feminine in nature, hence why i use she/her pronouns, because i am more comfortable that way and that's just how i write. i'm not saying that i'm not open to writing using they/them since i've done it before, but until then, i'll need to get used to writing using the latter.

i also do tend to create original characters based on the fandoms i'm in (example: edith sinclair for wednesday, lilith morningstar for ahs, evonne irving for ouat and more that are on my ao3) so hehe.

most of my recent writings are intentionally written in lowercase, i don't really proofread my works that much because i'm lazy as fuck (really that's all there is to it.)

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writing info

ah, so you've found my fics. like in any other platforms i write in (wattpad and ao3), i do take requests when i can. granted, i won't be able to finish them soon as they're sent in bc i prefer daydreaming the prompts rather than writing.

i mainly write domestic and fluff since those are my favorites to read about, but i'm also open to other genres and tropes like: - friends to lovers - fake dating - (consensual!!) forced proximity - coffee shop/bookstore aus - high school aus (granted that BOTH the reader and character/s are students or teachers) - royalty aus - age difference (no minors.) - jealousy tropes - enemies/friends with benefits to lovers - hurt/comfort fics

please note that i'm also very open to writing smut, just no degradation. :)

what i am NOT open to write about are the following: - miscommunication trope - cheating tropes - major character death with no happy ending (all good vibes here please) - yandere behavior/stalking tropes - incest - unresolved conflict - de-aged character - any kind of dead dove fics. i just can't.

writing is an outlet for me, writing stuff is just as imaginative and creative for me just as how it is for you reading it. i'm a fellow reader of fanfics of the characters that i write too, so please if you don't like what i write, please just scroll away or some other stuff.

anyway, here's a list of all the people i write for (currently) and plan on making a masterlist for all my fics for: - gwendoline christie and characters - lana parrilla and characters - cate blanchett and characters - miranda otto and characters - michelle gomez and characters

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last disclaimer/warning: if you see any of my fics/headcanons on wattpad or archive of our own under the username "deliasgaelle", that's me too LOL. please don't report them or this account for plagiarism 😭 it's been done to me before, so please 😭😭😭

okay that's all <3

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hallospaceboyy · 4 years

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Tease

Mary Wardwell x Reader

Mary shows an unexpected side of herself to Y/N, and although surprising, it is most pleasurable.

Warning for smut, strong language

You can't help but be surprised as you find yourself pressed down onto the sofa, Mary's slight form crawling on top of you, lips kissing yours with a hunger and passion you hadn't expected from the woman. You’ve always known Mary to be demure, timid, quiet, and now she has your arms pinned above your head, bites at your lips as she kisses you with fervour. You whine against her, bucking your hips as your skirt rides up your legs.

She pulls away and looks down at you, eyes shining with mirth, lips pink and swollen, and she smiles.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me, darling?”

Oh Gods. You know she's a teacher, must have some authority, but you did not expect that to leave her mouth, didn’t think the woman had a dominant bone in her body. You feel your arousal dampening your underwear, and your cunt throbs.

“Yes, Mary.” You whisper, and you try to capture her lips in another kiss, but she pulls just out of reach, and chuckles as you groan in frustration. “I didn't take you for a tease.”

“I'm sure there’s a lot you didn’t expect from me. You're in for a surprise, baby.” She bites her lip, grinning, and her grip is still vice like on your wrists. “I’m going to let go of your wrists now, and you're going to keep them there. Okay?”

You nod vehemently, very much wanting her hands somewhere else, and you grind your core against her thigh, desperate for some friction. She removes her hands from you, tugs off her blouse, and your mouth waters as you watch her, take in the swell of her breasts beneath her bra, her taut abdomen.

“You're beautiful, Mary.”

She smiles softly at that, but raises her brows in warning as she sees your hands twitch, wanting to touch her.

“Be patient. Then you can touch.”

You huff, pouting, but do as you’re told. Mary giggles, and stands to remove her skirt, then her tights, stands before you in only underwear, and your eyes rove her body hungrily. She wiggles her hips teasingly, and you suddenly surge forward, gripping her hips and pulling her to straddle you, and Mary squeals in surprise. You press a bruising kiss to her lips, tongue flicking out at her open mouth. Your hands come down to squeeze her ass, digging your nails into the soft flesh, and she groans against your mouth.

“Naughty girl. You aren’t behaving at all.” She mumbles against your lips, but she makes no move to restrain you, doesn’t push you away, rolls her hips against you.

“I don't see you doing much about it, Miss Wardwell.” You tease, mouth moving to attack her neck, sucking a purple bruise into her skin, then licking it soothingly. Mary laughs throatily, tilting her head back.

“Mm, I’m enjoying you far too much to stop you.”

You grin against her, unclasp her bra, and tug the garment from her shoulders. You moan at the sight of her pert breasts, immediately cupping them in your hands, thumbs swiping over her erect nipples. Mary gasps, gripping your shoulders.

“Why aren't you naked?” She pouts playfully glancing down at you as you take a nipple into your mouth, your eyes fluttering closed as you suck on it. She moans breathily, hands combing through your hair.

“Because you haven’t undressed me yet.” You mumble against her, smirking, and her hands tug at your shirt. You let her pull it over your head, raising your arms. Tossing it to the floor, she pinches at your nipples through your bra and you hiss. You reach and undo your bra, pushing it from your shoulders, letting it fall to Mary's lap. She tugs at your nipples again with slender fingers, and you arch your back, groaning.

“Are you going to make love to me now, baby?” Mary murmurs, licking at the shell of your ear, and you shiver.

“Yes, Mary. I am.” You tug her underwear to the side and enter her with deft fingers, and Mary's hips roll against your hand, whimpering and moaning as you press your thumb to her clit. She lifts her hips, nails digging into your shoulders as she thrusts herself down onto your fingers, and you watch her with dark eyes, breathing heavily. She looks perfect, eyes hazy and euphoric as she opens them to gaze at you, riding your fingers. She grinds down on them hard, taking you blissfully deep, and you cup her cheek, bringing her lips to meet yours. She pants heavily against your mouth, chest heaving, breasts bouncing with every rise and fall of her hips.

She clamps around your fingers, her movements speeding up, and she leans heavily against you as she comes, and her hand comes up to fist in your hair, tugging on it hard, nipping at your lip as she cries out against your mouth. She slows down, and then stops, falling limp against you, and you brush gently as her clit with your thumb, and she whimpers.

“You-You're so good.” She moans breathily, and she shudders as you gently pull your fingers from her. Mary suddenly pushes you down to lay on the sofa, pulling off your skirt and underwear in one swift motion. She roughly pins you by the wrists above your head, and you smirk up at her, eyes meeting hers, dark with lust. You could get used to this side of Mary – Unfettered, confident, unashamed. She's beautifully free, content in herself, and it makes you fall for her even more.

“Back here again, are we?”

“Yes. And you will do as you’re told this time.” She grinds against your bare heat, creating blissful friction there, and you groan, arching your back.

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zamoimagines · 4 years

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Madam Satan Having a Crush On You (Headcanons)

A/N: this is the first of MANY Lilith stories, and I have more in the works. But stay tuned. For now, have some headcanons and get yourselves prepared for some fics. It’s about to get gay af up in this bitch. I based this before Lilith became queen of hell just as a heads up. Feel free to send any CAOS requests, I’ll write for anyone on that show bc I love them all unconditionally. Anyway, hope ya’ll enjoy!

✧･ﾟ Listen when Lilith falls for someone, she falls hard

✧･ﾟ At first, she would be in denial and would try to ignore you

✧･ﾟ but it would become really hard to actually do so

✧･ﾟ everything would remind her of you

✧･ﾟ different songs, places, movies, etc

✧･ﾟ not to mention she seems to run into you everywhere

✧･ﾟ and you’re just so nice to her (which doesn’t fucking help)

✧･ﾟ one day she sees you out by yourself shopping

✧･ﾟ and she has nothing else better do

✧･ﾟ so what is her next move

✧･ﾟ stalking you, literally all day to find out why she’s so infatuated with you

✧･ﾟ seeing you mundane stuff like grocery shopping and talking to the townsfolk makes her feel so weird

✧･ﾟ like butterflies are building up in her stomach

✧･ﾟ and seeing your smile and hearing your laugh? girl bye

✧･ﾟ While she’s spying, you accidentally run into her

✧･ﾟ “Oh! Ms. Wardwell, how are you today?”

✧･ﾟ her eyes get all wide and she blushes hella hard

✧･ﾟ“I-I’m fine- Excuse me.” she would instantly run away

✧･ﾟ Later at her cottage she’s beating herself up over about this

✧･ﾟ “She’s a mortal! There’s nothing special about her, Stolas. I mean, she works an ordinary job and is friends with everyone in town... And don’t get me started on her perfume. I mean, it’s a nice scent, but it follows me everywhere. Not to mention those eyes... It’s like they sparkle! It’s annoying how gorgeous they are-”

✧･ﾟ she would go silent immediately and realize that she really did like you

✧･ﾟ “Oh no.”

✧･ﾟ It would shift from ignoring you completely to following you everywhere in the shadows

✧･ﾟSometimes you’d think you’d see her, but when you’d turn to look she would have disappeared

✧･ﾟ Though she would constantly find you whenever she wanted to.

✧･ﾟ “Miss Y/L/N! I wasn’t expecting to run into you.”

✧･ﾟ “Mary, you seem to bump into me at least three times a day.”

✧･ﾟ “Perhaps you’re right. Isn’t that such an odd coincidence?”

✧･ﾟ “Greendale is pretty small town so it doesn’t surprise me.”

✧･ﾟ is ALWAYS finding a reason to talk to you

✧･ﾟ even offers to buy your coffee sometimes, or presents you with little gifts or recommends you books when she sees you at Cerberus’s

✧･ﾟ she’s like malfunctioning bc all she wants to do is be gay but also she doesn’t know how to express her feelings to you

✧･ﾟ and it’s not like she’s subtle about it at all

✧･ﾟ so when you show up at her cottage at night she’s completely taken aback

✧･ﾟ She lets you in and acts like a damn fool

✧･ﾟ the woman of her dreams is in her own home what the hell is she supposed to do

✧･ﾟ “Shall I make some tea?”

✧･ﾟ “Actually, Ms. Wardwell, I came to talk to you about something”

✧･ﾟ her heart is racing like

✧･ﾟ oh fuck oh fuck this bitch knows that i’m a gaywad

✧･ﾟ “I’ve noticed you’ve been acting a little strange lately. Have I done something wrong?”

✧･ﾟ what in the heaven is she supposed to sAY

✧･ﾟ “No! No you haven’t done a thing, Ms. Y/L/N”

✧･ﾟ “Then what’s going on?”

✧･ﾟ “This... This is going to be complicated to explain. But it appears that... um..”

✧･ﾟ “Yes?”

✧･ﾟ She’d sigh really loud, almost irritated

✧･ﾟ “It seems I’ve developed certain feelings for you.”

✧･ﾟ “Feelings? What sort of feelings?”

✧･ﾟ “Always with the damned questions- I think you’re attractive, Y/N! It’s that simple, is that answer good enough for you?!”

✧･ﾟ She’d be terrified since she just blurted everything out

✧･ﾟ like probably shaking a little bit

✧･ﾟ The silence would kill her, it would even make her more agitated

✧･ﾟ “Well? Are you going to just stand there or are you going to say something?”

✧･ﾟ It’s very obvious that she’s nervous for your response, her yelling is only out of fear

✧･ﾟ “Ms. Wardwell-”

✧･ﾟ “Oh great, you’re going to belittle me now, aren’t you?”

✧･ﾟ “Well, Ms. Wardwell, I-”

✧･ﾟ “Go on! Get it over with, make me look like a fool. How could I be so stupid to have said such things!”

✧･ﾟ “That’s not what I-”

✧･ﾟ “This is just wonderful, isn’t it. Do your worst, don’t hesitate to spare my feelings-”

✧･ﾟ “Mary, would you just listen to me?”

✧･ﾟ She’d be startled bc she’s never heard you yell

✧･ﾟ but you have her attention at least

✧･ﾟ “Mary... I like you too.”

✧･ﾟ She blinks really hard like what the fUCK just happened

✧･ﾟ “Wait, I’m sorry, what are you saying?”

✧･ﾟ “I have feelings for you too.”

✧･ﾟ She’d kind of laugh in disbelief, since she’s not used to good things happening to her, though she’d get the widest smile on her face

✧･ﾟ “Really?”

✧･ﾟ “Really.”

✧･ﾟ Before you can say anything else, she pulls you in by your waist and plants a deep kiss onto your lips

✧･ﾟShe pulls away from you for a moment just to gaze at you

✧･ﾟ “Perhaps I should make that tea...”

✧･ﾟ You happily agree before kissing her once again

✧･ﾟ the rest of the night is gaaaaaay, leaving you both extremely smitten and hopeful for a future with each other

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euphoricnyctophilia · 3 years

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Crack!Mary Wardwell fic coming soon

#Mary meets MaryJane #hideas #caos #Mary Wardwell x Reader

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chokemepaulson · 5 years

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'Can't Get Enough So Stay With Me.'

Pairing - Madam Satan/Lilith/ Mary Wardwell x Reader

Words - 1,015

Tag List - @shineestark @ahs-honey @marilynroselleprentiss @gay-and-sad-tm @angel-of-me

Coming home to Mary Wardwell had to be one of your favorite things to do, no scratch that. It was your favorite. Walking through the front door and seeing her standing in front of the stove as she cooked something for you both to eat for dinner, was literal heaven for you.

So today it was the only thing you thought about, it was a long and hard day and all you wanted to do was just hug the brunette, a kiss would be a bonus, but if Mary hadn't had a really good day sometimes she just wasn't in the mood and that worked for you two. Consent mattered so much to you and if she didn't want to be affectionate that was that.

After parking your car you sit there for a few seconds. Sorting your thoughts and ushering away the stress from work, you never ever brought work stress home. Work was work, and home was home.

You get out of the vehicle and lock it up before you walk up the pathway and to the front door. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion when you turned the doorknob and it was locked, Mary was definitely home and she never locked the door when she knew you would be home in a few hours but you shake it off and you use your key to unlock and open the door.

After you close the door you scan the living room and your eyes widen in surprise when you see the raven sitting calmly on its tree, "um okay," you scratch the back of your neck and you walk into the kitchen.

Finally, a smile fills your features as you see your love, she was wearing a red form fitting dress and her hair was down and curled instead of her usual updo. You move forward and you place your hands on her hips before they slide forward and you wrap your arms around her waist. Your chin resting on her shoulder. "Hello my beautiful, gorgeous, and breath taking fiancé."

Lilith raised an eyebrow when your hands landed on her hips and she tensed when your arms wrapped around her, but after hearing your words she calmed slightly. So you were the woman that was in Mary Wardwells photos, it made sense. She clears her throat and she thinks of a reply. "Hello darling."

"I've missed you today," you whisper softly and kiss the spot right above her right ear. "You were all I thought about."

The brunette narrows her eyes slightly as she listened to you. "Well where were you last night then?" She remembered that when Mary picked her up on the side of the road, you were no where in sight.

You chuckled softly. "Now Ms. Wardwell you knew I was at a parent teacher conference last night." You kiss the spot right under her ear this time and you nuzzle your nose into the sweet perfume that was on her neck. "I wished I could've been at the movies with you but unfortunately that didn't pan out."

The brunette let's her head tilt to the side as she feels your lips move to her pulsepoint. She knew that she was there to make Sabrina sign the book of the beast, but that didn't mean she couldn't have some fun while she was there. "How was your day?" She decided to ask.

"Boring" You groan and you nip the woman's pulse point. "It doesn't matter though because now I'm here with you, and when I'm with you my girl it is never boring."

Lilith let's her eyes fall closed as you grace her neck with your soft lips, she had never felt quite like this before. It was always her serving the dark lord, she has never really received affection or praise. She releases a low moan when you suck on a particularly sensitive spot on her shoulder.

"You like that?" You smile against her skin, "This dress... I can hardly keep my hands off of you"

"I think it's too late for that dear, I'm sure I have hickeys already." Lilith chuckles darkly and she licks her crimson painted lips.

"Oh yeah, good point." a blush rose to your cheeks and you lean back a little to see the small bruises that now covered the older woman's neck. "Is it okay?"

"Yes," She didn't hesitate with her answer, "You can keep going if you want."

You let out a soft breath of anticipation and you slide your hands down her thighs, grasping the bottom of her dress before you pull it up. The red material bunches up around Lilith's hips and you moan gently when the palms of your hands graze her hot skin. "Are you sure?"

Lilith turns to you then, pinning herself against the counter. "I'm completely sure... Take me to heaven and back." Her icy blue eyes gaze into your own as she said and it causes your cheeks to flush. The longer you look into your fiancé's eyes the more differences you start to notice.

"What's..." Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and you cup the woman's jaw with your right hand, "Mary... This is you right?" You knew witches existed in Greendale, and there is almost always some spooky shit that goes down.

Lilith scoffs and she reaches up, her index finger pressing against your lips. "You talk far too much," She slides her finger down your chin and then wraps her hand around your neck, squeezing gently. "How about we put that mouth to better use." Her breath washes over your face as she pulls you in close and she captured your lips into a deep and rough kiss.

And maybe, just maybe, Lilith felt something that was more intense than her love for Lucifer. She would have to get back to that at a later time.

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