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Summary: Zelda is at her wit’s end. Lilith seems unbothered. They both have secrets.

*** She’s beyond distracted for a good reason. Since Lilith joined her for their ritualistic bedtime reading, Lilith has been idly stroking her thigh, while being absorbed in her own material.

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The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, 4x06: The Returned

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I know most of your fics are bottom!Zelda but could you write one where she tops the reader and the reader like rides her strap on?

If you’re okay with that, of course

Zelda Spellman x Reader

Power trip

Summary: Zelda is high priestess and your girlfriend, she goes on a bit of a power trip and has to have you in her office

Warnings: semi public, strap on, smut, zeldas the top

It started small. With domineering looks and pulling herself to her full height. It was simple intimidation really. Except you had no idea why she was suddenly acting this way.

Whenever you were in the room with her, she was suddenly towering over you, backing you up until you tripped or hit a wall, then backing off completely.

You felt like a mouse, counting its days before running into another trap. Your girlfriend was her usual aloof self, hot and cold even, but you could always decode her cryptic behavior. Yet this week had been utter confusion.

That was until she cleared things up for you, summoning you to her office in the middle of the night.

______

“Ah darling your finally here,” Zelda purred as you lazily entered the room, not too keen on the space once occupied by Faustus.

Her eyes raked down your body, her eyes heavily dragged over your form, so much so that you could’ve sworn your clothes were being pulled with her descending gaze.

She beckoned you closer, putting her hand out chivalrously, convincing you to come near. You finally noticed her wardrobe change from earlier today, she now wore high waisted black trousers, a fitted white blouse, topped off with her favorite fur coat. It was quite a get up for 1 am in the morning.

You narrowed your eyes playfully, “Zelds, are you up to something?”

She smirked, “I’m up for whatever you want to do, darling,” she stalked closer and you found yourself melting into her embrace. Your lips met gently but Zelda’s hands were a starch difference, revealing her true intentions as she brutishly lifted your hips, forcing you onto her desk.

You put your palm against her chest carefully, pushing her back just enough so your lips separated, but you still shared the same air.

“Zelda, I’m not sure about this, what if a student needs something and comes looking for you.” Your girlfriend raised a manicured eyebrow, shifting to her full height, suddenly towering over you.

She husked, “that’s not something you need to worry about,” she paused and moved down to caress your neck, “if I were you, I’d worry about disobeying me, are we clear?”

You shivered and nodded your head. Zelda took a seat, enjoying the sensation it gave her. In this very chair, she was the figurative head of the table. She licked her lips, watching you sit there so sweetly on her desk, waiting for direction. It made her realize what true power was, and more importantly that she possessed it.

Wordlessly she patted her lap. You hoped down and she put her hand out to stop you and tug at your pants. You blushed, quickly getting the message, you disrobed completely.

She trailed her hands up your bare thighs, wrapping them around the back and tugging you closer. Zelda looked at you imploringly, so you spread your legs slightly. She tsked, “oh darling, you should have told me you were so needy,” she caressed your folds and separated them, feeling your wetness.

You blushed and started to close your legs, she interrupted you reassuringly, “none of that dear.”

She swiveled her chair and sat near the edge of it, extending a leg out towards you and motioning for you to straddle it.

Biting your lip, you sank down on her clothed thigh, whimpering as her hands forced your hips down roughly, dragging you along the fabric.

Zelda continued to move you up and down her thigh, enjoying how your head fell to her shoulder and the deep breathes you took.

Your hips started to move faster, she could tell you were close, cruelly she stilled your hips.

Pupils blown wide, you looked at her in betrayal and curiosity, she laughed at your expression and brought your hand to feel her clothed inner thigh. You inhaled sharply, feeling the member and knowing exactly what she had in mind.

She bit her lip and challenged you with a raised eyebrow, “are you going to be a good girl and take it?”

In awe, you whispered, “yes, please.” Her cloud of lust was disappearing as she was hit by her overwhelming affection for you. Zelda unzipped her pants and adjusted the strap on slightly, then lined you up with it.

She eased you down gently, holding onto your hips. You had been so close before she had stopped you, and the penetration alone nearly sent you flying.

You bottomed out and whimpered, she scooted her chair forward, jostling the toy inside you, causing you to collapse on to her. Your arms wrapped around her shoulders, one of your hands flew to the chair, gripping it tightly.

She scooted in so you were trapped between her and the desk, only able to move up and down. She peppered your neck with kisses as you slowly started moving your pelvis, groaning softly at the new stretch.

Licking her lips, Zelda cupped your ass, helping to guide your hips up. You sunk back down and mewed.

She could tell by the way your abdomen clenched that you were close. She reached her hand between your bodies and found your clit. The contact made you choke on air. She jolted her hips up, determined to make you cum within the minute.

Your eyes shut and you felt yourself clench tightly before tumbling over the edge. You were positively buzzing at the release, trembling as she made you ride through it.

You slumped forward as you settled down, body twitching as she continued to rub your swollen clit and occasionally pumping her hips up. She loved when you were over sensitive, loved to watch you squirm away and blush.

Neither of you realized you were close to a second release, so when you suddenly wailed and convulsed, Zelda’s eyes lit with pleasure, thrilled to feel your wetness drip on her pants.

She smiled wickedly and transported the both of you to her room, still deep inside of you. She was now reclining against the bed’s pillows, enjoying how you pitched forward at the new angle.

Your eyes meet and her hands went to your waist, pushing you lower on the toy.

“I have a meeting at 6,” she said flippantly, your eyes bulged, did she intend to be inside you till then? The answer revealed it self as Zelda cast a vibrating enchantment on the strap on.

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Hi hi! I feel like this might be a weird ask? But I was wondering if you could do a zelda spellman x reader where reader is actually taller than zelds (I'm about 6'0" 😅) maybe something fluffy where zelda needs to reach for something high and reader would tease zelda about not being able to reach things? I dont know, im sorry if thats too vague, but just tall reader short zelds fluffy fluff stuff please 😊

Zelda Spellman x Reader

Fall Short

Summary: Zelda can’t reach things on her own, maybe she likes being taken care of

Warnings: none, fluff

Hilda was the first who dared to point it out, humorously mentioning it at a family dinner.

“Oh I’m just so happy you two are together,” the blonde motioned to your conjoined hands, “although it does seem being with a mortal has left her rather, inclined to doing things… traditionally”

Sabrina giggled, Ambrose covered his laugh with a cough. You looked at Zelda, slightly confused, her face burned as she chastised her sister.

Reinvigorated, Hilda continued, “I mean, floating charms were the first thing the academy taught…” it clicked and you laughed openly, causing everyone to join you at the table, aside from your girlfriend who stood up haughtily.

“I will not stand for such insolence and petulance,” she stormed from the table and you rolled your eyes affectionately before following.

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You found her in the study, nursing some brandy. Creeping up on her, your hands took purchase on her waist. She startled but ultimately leaned back into you, enjoying the way your tall frame cocooned her.

Her body went slack and she rolled her shoulders to relax herself, “ridiculous, they don’t know anything of the matter,” she whispered to herself.

You held her tighter. It was cute, really. How embarrassed and pouty she got. You saw no issue with the fact that she liked you to help her reach things in high places, you were much taller than her, and to a mortal it was natural order to help your girlfriend with things if she was shorter.

You knew that sometimes she liked the way your body pressed to hers as you reached up, pinning her to the counter. But more often than not, she just wanted to know that you’d be there for her, so she’d call for you to come help. It was a reassurance of some kind for her.

Even though you knew her reasoning, you still teased her relentlessly.

“Darling, don’t be grouchy, you’re so short and cute, it’s no wonder you need my help reaching things.” You patted her hair, trying to get arise out of her, “you’re just so little.”

Zelda’s cheeks burned and she bit back, “I am not short-“

“Oh yeah, take off your heels then.” She turned in your arms and her eyes widened at your smirk.

She huffed and playfully pushed your shoulder.

You chuckled and pulled her in close to you, you leaned down to make direct eye contact, causing her eyes to drift away at your pointed display.

Her shoulders fell as she gave in, “fine I get it, but I’m only short in relation to you.” In her usual fashion she stormed from the room, trying to get the last word.

You laughed, with the advantage of your long legs, you caught up quickly, causing her to speed up and shriek with laughter at the sudden chase.

You ended up back in the kitchen, which was now empty, you snatched a towel from the sink a flicked it at her playfully.

Zeldas eyes scanned the room for a similar weapon, she groaned, the only thing she could think of were the cloth napkins, in the top cabinet.

She bit her lip and you followed her eyes, “all you have to say is, ‘I Zelda Spellman, am short’ and I will get you anything you desire.”

Zelda scrunched her face up indignantly, “I most certainly will not” she yelped as you rushed closer to her.

You hands found her stomach and started to tickle her, she burst out laughing, shaking and trying to protect her sensitive sides.

“Fi-fine, I relent.” She gasped out between giggles.

“I’m short.” You rolled your eyes at her curtness but before you could go and get her the desired napkin, you heard Ambrose rush up the stairs and bellow loudly, “You’ll never guess what Auntie Zee just said!!”

Zelda gasped and ran out the room after him.

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zelda being cold and cuddling/always keeping a part of her touching reader for warmth

Zelda Spellman x Reader

Personal Furnace

Summary: slight twist on the request, Zelda likes to cuddle but zelda is programmed to be independent

Warnings: none, fluff

It was funny, the way Zelda Spellman refused to ask for things. It was a habit she developed for survival. If you ask for something, such as help, then you owe them for the help. She concluded it was simply better to manipulate people, make them think they wanted to do things for her, as to owe them nothing.

Even now, as high priestess, she was relentless. You noticed during one of your many sleepovers, that Zelda would let the fire die out before it was time for bed, leaving the Mortuary helplessly cold.

On those nights you would cling tightly to her, worried she would catch a chill. She never did.

Which was another tip off, no matter how cold or dreary the weather, she was in tip top shape. So when it was mid August, when the weather was delightful and growing warm, you knew something was up.

You entered the mortuary and found Zelda in the kitchen, you asked about her day but she interrupted herself with a sneeze and a shiver in quick succession.

You went to her side of the table and rubbed her shoulders, “are you not feeling well?” She nodded and snuggled her head against your arm.

She didn’t look sick, but you knew fatigue could cause cold flashes, so you offered up an idea, “why don’t we go cuddle in bed and watch movies for the rest of the day?”

The redhead nodded enthusiastically and you both walked up stairs.

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She fell asleep in your arms rather quickly, but you knew your girlfriend was prone to cat naps. Your let yourself ponder her strange behavior, how her symptoms seemed to disappear the moment she was in bed.

You pursed your lips, thinking to yourself. No, Zelda Spellman would not fake illness to get attention. Would she?

It was childish, so unlike the polished woman, yet somehow it made perfect sense. Zelda never asked for help, even when she was struggling. You had made it a personal goal to interfere whenever you sensed rising anxiety or a build up of work. You had to take initiative.

It made your heart ache slightly, that she would lie just to feel your touch, come up with excuses just to be comforted. She deserved so much more, and you were going to give it to her, without her having to ask.

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The next day, during breakfast, you took your usual seat next to her but dragged her chair closer to yours. She looked at you with bewilderment and affection, but you simply planted a kiss to her cheek. Sabrina groaned at the display and exaggeratedly claimed to lose her appetite.

You and Zelda laughed as she ran off to get ready for school. Now that you were alone in the kitchen, you quickly swooped her into your arms, so she was sitting on your lap.

She yelped in surprise but snuggled into your embrace, choosing to read her newspaper and ignore you rather than expose her blushing cheeks.

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You had an hour before you left for work so you convinced Zelda to read in the study with you. Usually you sat opposite each other, but today and everyday forth, you were going to invade her space. Well invade isn’t the right word when Zelda was inwardly pleading for you to be close to her.

You sat down on the couch and opened your arms to her, she sat on the edge, straight posture, not sure how to inconspicuously lay back in your arms. You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around her waist to tug her back.

After some time you both fell asleep. You woke up and decided that missing one day of work wouldn’t kill you.

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Everyone noticed the change in Zelda’s mood, it had been a month since you started being proactive, and the high priestess had been severely more relaxed. Notably kinder as well.

She was also starting to improve on her own forwardness, now that you were being openly expressive, she allowed herself to be as well. She’d seek you out to simply hold your hand, or hug you on the fly.

It wasn’t just to you. She was beginning to be affectionate with family as well. Before Sabrina left for school, she would send her off with a quick hug. She even let Hilda hug her goodnight.

She was finally feeling secure, sure of the love she had in her life. For the first time in a long time, she was undoubtedly confident.

She didn’t have to survive anymore, she could simply thrive.

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DESECRATED BEHAVIOUR [x]

requested (via anonymous): “could you do numbers 5, 13, 14, and 29 from the 50 NSFW starters with Zelda Spellman/reader?”

warnings: smut; light teasing, dom/sub, semi public (in a public space (church)) sex, silent play, orgasm control, strapons, face-fucking, gagging/choking, forced orgasms, overstimulation, toys (clitoral clamp), and mention of punishments. i think i got everything? a/n: i’m relatively new to this. prompts are bolded/italicized. hope you enjoy. also constructive (heavy emphasis on constructive) criticism is appreciated.

it hadn’t taken long for you to strike up an amiable companionship with the high priestess, a formidable woman with luxuriant cerise locks that curled at the ends and a temperament that could easily be unsettling at times. while the intimacy you shared was amicable, you often wondered if it was more than that; if zelda would ever see you, a mere teacher at her academy, as more than a close companion.

on your end, you felt nearly infatuated with zelda. you found the fascination with her gradually melding into one of fantasizing of her; what her lips felt like, her hands on your body, her fingers within you. you’d spend a little too long ruminating over them, finding your gaze lingering on the woman as she’d tuck a stray curl behind her ear, or the way she’d hold a cigarette to her crimson lips.

it was when the conversations flitted to one of amorous teasing that you felt utterly stunned. she’d bait you with wearing shirts that were a little more low-cut than usual, asking you how they’d look on her as she’d lean in and graze her fingers across the top of them, or complimenting you on your locks while she’d trace the side of your face with her fingertips. you’d finding beads of condensation forming on your forehead, fidgeting under her gaze.

eventually, she was the first to bridge the gap, starting with a kiss on the cheek and eventually you had struck up another form of companionship altogether, one only emboldened by her salacious nature. she’d find ways to rile you up, teasing you throughout the day until you were begging for her to have her way with you, and hell, did she ever. this intensified as you explored each others’ bodies and each others’ fantasies, as well.

now, you found yourself seated beside her in the desecrated church, her lascivious behaviour making you feel more than aroused now. occasionally she’d steal a glance at you, the intensity of her olive eyes scorching into yours, thawing your normally timid disposition, and she’d trail a hand briefly across your thigh when she knew no one was looking.

“this might be lewd of me to say, but you’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered,” zelda whispered as the worship to lilith continued on.

you involuntarily clenched your thighs together, arousal simmering between your legs. she’d been making nearly obscene comments all day about what she’d like to do to your body, whispering in your ear, and the mental stimulation was enough to saturate any underwear you’d been wearing, had you chosen to wear them under your billowy dress today.

suddenly, her fingers started tickling up your thigh, and you fought back a whimper, causing her to lean over and whisper into your ear, inaudible to anyone but you and her.

“try to keep quiet, we don’t want to get caught.”

your breath hitched in your throat, heart fluttering in your chest as her hand snuck nonchalantly underneath your skirt while she feigned attentiveness to the speakers. you could feel your face sweltering, and you were concerned you would moan or whine.

“but zelda-”

“shh, remember what i said.”

“yes ma’am.”

the words slipped out of your mouth inadvertently, and you’d never once used them before, but it spurred a low, dark chuckle from the high priestess before she murmured the words “good girl” all while keeping her gaze fixed forward.

the ceremony continued onward as you sighed praises to lilith, absentmindedly savouring the pleasure that was soaring within you as zelda’s fingers crept upward and took a methodically slow swipe through your folds, drawing your wetness out and stroking you softly. it was delirium-inducing as she’d massage the edge of your cunt, and casually rub over your clit when she’d feel you trembling.

“hm, no panties.”

it was so matter-of-fact that you’d had trouble composing yourself, gripping the bottom of the pew you were sat on as she continued to tease you with her fingers. it was only when you were nearly positive that your arousal had soaked through your dress and onto the pew that she let up, brisky cleaning her fingers with her lips without drawing attention to herself. finally, the ceremony had ended and patrons began to leave the church, some speaking to zelda shortly before exiting and only the two of you were left alone together.

she turned rapidly in the pew to alleviate you, tugging your dress up and dropping to her knees between the pews as she spread your legs and began to rub your clit with her thumb.

“i’d hold on to something if i were you.”

“oh god, i’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

“you’re in luck, then.”

she readily upped the intensity, rubbing your clit furiously as she slipped two fingers into your drenched cunt, curling and pumping you with vigor. her fingertips sought out your sweet spot, dragging across it with ease, arousal surging through you. your chest began to heave as she oscillated motions, swirling and thrusting her fingers within you, your wetness pouring out of you. moans and squelching sounds reverberated through the church. you could feel yourself chasing an exhilarating peak, your orgasm within reach.

“not before i say so. don’t you dare-” zelda warned.

it was too late. you writhed underneath her, whining only the word “fuck” loudly, continuing to thrash even as she continued to fuck you through your orgasm. it flowed over you in waves, your body convulsing, your thighs attempting to close, and your cunt clenching onto her fingers, throbbing from her touch. she removed them briefly, licking the two digits before speaking.

“you’re going to regret that one.”

“what?”

true to her word, zelda dropped down and began lapping up your essence as it seeped out of you despite your attempts to pry her off of your sensitive, swollen clit. her tongue rolled over your puffy nub and she slipped the two fingers back in, shifting effortlessly between thrusting and sucking. your hand leapt up to her copper hair, pressing her into you as another orgasm coursed through you. zelda moaned heavily into your cunt as you came again, lapping up your wetness. she quickly removed her fingers, licking them clean, and she moved to stand for the first time.

you moved to close your legs and stand, too, and zelda gently pushed you back down onto the pew. you were bewildered by the gesture, glancing up at her cautiously.

“we’re not done here.”

“but zelda-”

“you must really want me to take you home and punish you.”

“...maybe.”

zelda’s ruby lips pursed, a disapproving glare laced on her face. “don’t be insolent,” she warned, moving to undo her trousers. you were unbelievably sensitive, but you didn’t want to push it. she was being incredibly generous, and you had already come twice without explicit permission. per your little hushed agreement, you were due for retribution. you just didn’t know if it’d come now, or later, and whether or not it’d include a series of cruel spankings over her knee.

her trousers slunk to the floor, revealing that she had been strapped the entire time, waiting for the two of you to be alone together. she moved towards you, a smirk creeping across her face.

“it’s not going to suck itself.”

you grasped it in your hands, gripping it tightly at the base, and moved your lips to the tip. starting with a broad lick at the tip, you began swirling your tongue around the head before taking it entirely into your mouth, sloppily sucking on the toy. zelda’s fingers eased into your hair, gripping you tightly at the roots as she motioned you further onto the toy before thrusting into your mouth. tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes as you gagged, drool pouring out of your mouth as she fucked your throat deep and hard. with one last hard, deep thrust, she pulled you off of her cock. your chest heaved, desperate for air.

without the slightest chance to react, she spread your legs again, running the tip through your soaked folds before she plunged the cock into you deeply. she gripped your hips harshly, slamming into you repeatedly, your sopping cunt producing loud squelching noises as she moved within you.

“touch yourself for me.”

it was an arduous task. you had already come twice from her fingers and mouth, and your oversensitive clit was still throbbing, swollen, and soreness radiated through you. you obliged regardless, your fingers ghosting over your nub and you winced, knowing another orgasm would swiftly follow.

“i’m so close.”

“don’t you dare come again without my permission.”

for once, she stopped thrusting, prying your hand off of yourself. it didn’t help in any case. the sensation of being full with the girth of her cock was enough to pull you closer to orgasm, and the cessation of movement seemed to make it briefly worse. she tossed you a warning glance, waiting for you to calm down.

“don’t s-stop,” zelda cocked a brow, a slight smirk forming on her face.

“please, don’t stop.”

“such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

easing the cock deeper within you, she continued to thrust into you. this time, she didn’t ask you to continue to rub yourself. instead, she retrieved a small clamp with what looked like a bullet vibe on the end from her pocket, and lined it up at your entrance. she paused thrusting briefly to place the clamp on your hypersensitive clit, turning the vibe onto its’ highest setting as she continued pounding you relentlessly.

another orgasm had built and was settling under your skin, sobs escaping your mouth as you gripped the pew, holding on for dear life as your pussy clamped down on the cock. your chest rolled, your body beginning to convulse again.

“you can come when i tell you that you can,” zelda reminded you.

it didn’t matter. you peaked for a third time, your wetness gushing out of you as you cried out, thighs squeezing to try and ease zelda out of you as your orgasm spiked, your body twitching over and over again. it radiated through you, and you were desperate to be relieved of the stimulation, pain starting to replace the pleasure.

“again,” she commanded and you shook your head, shaking as she dragging the cock across your pleasure point again. “you wanted to come so bad, you’re going to. again.”

zelda forced your legs open with her hands, pinning you to the pew, and she continued to thrust into you despite your attempts to move, the clamp still on your clit. splayed out, she pounded you relentlessly, drawing a fourth orgasm from you and immediately following it, a fifth, a devilish grin spreading across her face.

“please, i- purple!” you yelped after the fifth wave washed over you, tears streaming down your face.

she halted immediately, slipping the cock out of you and retrieving the clamp, removing the harness and tossing it to where her purse was. she rapidly cleaned you with her tongue, not wanting to cause you any additional frustration or add any pain, zipped up her trousers, and moved to sit beside you. the aftershocks rolled over you as she pulled you into her and you trembled into her soft embrace.

“so,” she hesitated, “did you learn anything?”

“yep; being railed in a church is fucking incredible.”

she gave you a playful smack before kissing your head gently. you knew you’d be in for it later, likely receiving the punishments for explicitly ignoring commands during this little session, but you smiled at the memory blooming in your head. being railed in the desecrated church was incredible, indeed.

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cause of death determined:

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Zelda chooses violence

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Zelds & Hildy

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The degeneracy of unfettered knowledge

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Why are you like this, sister?

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I am haunted by the dead

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An atonement, Sister Zelda

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Lazarus? The Resurrected Man is here? In Greendale?

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Me again, hi! Zelda buys something for Reader. Reader absolutely despises the item but tells her otherwise (of course, she doesn't want to piss her off!)

Dressing up

It was literally the ugliest dress you had ever seen. It was ankle length, black with a dark blue ribbon that tied itself on your back. It didn’t had any shape, really. You stared at your reflection in the mirror, eyes wide, trying to cover the fact that you hated the item. You forced a smile on your face, very aware that Zelda was impatiently waiting for your reaction.

“It looks so good on you, Y/N! Do you like it?”

You raised your head to look at your girlfriend’s reflection, who was hugging you from behind, resting her head on your shoulder. You nodded slowly, your eyes meeting hers through the mirror.

“I thought it would look so good on you. I had to get it. I’m so glad you like it!” She continued, kissing your cheek before stepping away from you to look at her new purchase from a new point of view. “I thought that you could wear it tonight for the dinner with the coven,” She added, making you bite the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from making a face.

“Thanks, Zelds,” You flatly replied, trying to not show her how you were internally freaking out at the thought of going in public wearing something so ugly.

The thing was that Zelda had a very different style than yours. She was really into dark colors, long dresses that often reminded you of the 19th century. It made sense, since she was hundreds of years old, and you had always thought it suited her. Anything would look beautiful on Zelda, if anyone were to ask you. But you were born in the 21st century. You had a style very similar to Sabrina’s, and you hated wearing dresses. You had first thought Zelda was pulling a prank on you when she had come home with the horrible dress, but the look on her face, the pure happiness at getting you a gift made your heart melt, and you couldn’t help but pretend that you liked it.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you almost didn’t heard her sight sadly.

“You don’t want to wear it,” She stated, your reaction not fooling her. She knew you better than anyone, and honestly, hiding something from Zelda was very hard. Plus, you were a terrible liar.

“It’s not that,” You started, turning around to face her, taking her hands in yours. “It’s just…different,” You clumsily tried to justify yourself, weighting your words carefully to not hurt her feelings.

“You don’t have to pretend to like it to spare me,” She harshly replied, pulling her hands away from yours, putting some distance between the two of you.

“It’s not that, Zelds,” You tried to defend yourself, now sad at how bad you were at hiding your feelings. The last thing you wanted to do was to upset her when she had tried to make you happy.

“It’s fine, Y/N. Just put on something you like and meet me downstairs in 10.”

She turned away and left you alone in your room, making your heart heavy at the thought you had just hurted the person that you loved the most.

You took a moment to look at your reflection again, before deciding that you would put your pride aside and wear the dress for the evening. If Zelda liked it, so would you. It was only a dress. The only thing that mattered was that your girlfriend was upset now, and if meeting the coven wearing her gift would make her smile, then you would do it a thousand times. You put on some black heels and grabbed your bag before going down the stairs, searching for Zelda in the Mortuary. You found her in her kitchen, a glass of whiskey in hand, looking outside the window above the sink. She turned around as she heard you walk in, brows furrowed when she noticed you hadn’t changed.

“Why are you still wearing that?” She questioned, before drowning the rest of her glass and setting it down on the counter. You softly smiled at her and walked closer, resting your hands on her hips, and kissing her gently.

“I’m not changing. I love it because you got it for me,” You answered, kissing her again to emphasize your words. “I will wear it tonight, Zelds. And some other times too. I love that you thought of me when you were out and got it for me. Besides, I like the color,” You winked at her, biting your bottom lip as you tried to lift up her mood.

It seemed to work as she looked at you and smiled, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“You look beautiful, even if you don’t seem to think so,” She replied, kissing your lips again. “The prettiest. But next time, I’m getting you one of those ugly hoodies you seem to love so much. I obviously can’t get it wrong with that.”

You laughed and took her hand in yours, shaking your head at the typical Zelda comment.

“Thank you. Come on now or we’ll be late,” You giggled, pulled her to the door with you. Getting to spend the whole evening with her by your side was worth keeping the damn dress on.

[madamspellmanxx]

more zelda as a bottom plz ❤️

Zelda Spellman x Reader

You make me so...

Summary: zelda is a bottom, Zelda learning how to trust

Warning: soft smut, mentions of masturbation

To the average eye, the Spellman sisters could not be more different. Hilda was graceful, kind, goofy and warm where Zelda was harsh, cruel, elegant and cold.

By no means were either of the sisters perceived as weak, but if you asked who was the extroverted, brave, willful one of the two, all fingers would point to Hilda.

Even within the Spellman family, reservations between their differences were held. Which is why when Sabrina needed advice or comfort, she went to Hilda. When Sabrina needed revenge she went Zelda.

Zelda Spellman was perfectly aware of how she was seen, who she projected. She had a very healthy self image, she was glamorous, sharp tongued, and most importantly untouchable.

Untouchable. Impenetrable. Unfazed. Yes, that was Zelda Spellman.

Being alive for so many years had hardened her, she learned how to live not only in a mans world but in Lucifer’s as well. At first, these unnatural characteristics were necessary for survival, but now, as high priestess, she no longer had to fight tooth and nail, her survival was guaranteed.

It was a rough transition, with no one after her, who would she bear her teeth at, who was she protecting herself from, who’s world was she living in?

She kept up appearances of course, her ego thought it a necessity. But each day she found herself breaking, concrete walls cracking more and more. She was craving something, something she had never seen true reason for. She wanted to be taken in, she wanted to be loved, she wanted to be seen. All thanks to one individual. You.

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When Zelda first realized she held a torch for you, a mortal college student working part time at the plant nursery, she felt her ego bruise.

In the end, she was just like her brother. Just as dirty as he. Just as sinful, and not in the divine way.

With gritted teeth, she was determined to get rid of the nonsensical, blasphemous feelings.

She did not succeed.

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Zelda Spellman hated you. She truly, completely, undoubtedly hated you. She really did. She hated the way you smiled, your easy going posture, your kind eyes. She hated the way that your hair would shift, blocking your eyes slightly. She hated how her hands twitched to tuck the errant strands behind your ear.

Zelda Spellman hated you.

Which is why she went to visit you three times a week, asking you about flowers and their purposes, even though she was already well aware. Why she would smile kindly at you, try to make you laugh, and initiated any subtle contact she could. Why she felt so desperate to be close to you. Why she felt the need to let her guard down around you.

She hated you, at least thats what she told herself.

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When you asked Zelda to go on a date with you she made an excuse. She was busy, being the headmistress and high priestess, not that you’d know what the latter meant.

You simply smiled at her and shrugged it off, continuing to tell her about flowers.

Eventually Zelda left, she kept her composure until she was safe within the lonely confines of her room. Her heart was beating madly, cheeks flushed as she leaned against the door, trying to catch her breath. A smile graced her lips and she looked up towards the heavens and down towards the underworlds, thanking whoever had blessed her.

Her smile dropped and her stomach tightened, why on earth had she said she was busy. She was dying to spend time with you, to be with you. Why, oh why had she rejected the offer She licked her lips nervously, starting her nighttime routine to distract herself.

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Luckily for the redhead, you weren’t easily deterred. The next day when Zelda returned, you offered her a special hand made bouquet, asking her once more to go on a date with you.

This time she accepted, knowing she would regret saying otherwise.

One date turned into two, which turned into 3, which turned into a relationship. You had been dating for 3 months, and in that time you had met the rest of the Spellman crew, been introduced to the wonderful world of witches, and taught some rudimentary protection charms that even mortals could use.

There was one thing that your relationship lacked, physical intimacy, sure you and Zelda held hands and cuddled, but beyond that, there wasn’t much. Not that you minded, but you had a sneaky suspicion that the redhead was holding herself back.

She’d look at you with lustful eyes and bite her lip before ultimately making an excuse to put some space between you.

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Zelda Spellman was frustrated, so very frustrated. You had arisen many new needs within her, but she was not prepared to be accosted by the want to completely give herself to you.

In the past, her dalliances had only brought her heartache and abuse. She was sure you were different, you were kind, a trait many of her lovers had lacked.

In truth, she was desperate for you, when you parted ways at night she’d ache for your touch and in the comfort of her bed she’d think of you as she ran her hands over body.

Oddly enough she was feeling shy about her want, and she had never been shy, reserved yes, but not shy. The longer she let the feelings fester, the harder it was to be in your presence. She’d feel herself blush when you brushed hair behind her ear. When you held her in your arms she’d have to will herself not to squirm on your thigh.

She knew she was close to snapping, and you knew she just needed a little push.

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It was late in the evening, you had taken Zelda to the movies and drove her back to the Mortuary, where she invited you in for a cup of tea.

As she stood in front of the stove, all she could think of was your hands on her body, and then you made it reality, finally pushing her over the edge. You came up from behind and wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her against you. She relaxed in your hold, nuzzling the back of her head against your shoulder.

Gently, you moved the her hair to one side, and bent your head to place kisses on her smooth neck.

You reached around and turned of the stove. Her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth and her eyes were lidded. You turned her around in your arms.

You cupped her face, moving a curly red lock behind her ear, “my love,” you whispered with slight awe as you went in to kiss her.

She melted into your kiss, her hands landing on your shoulders, resting there then moving to grasp your face.

You parted from the kiss and took her hands in yours pulling her away from the kitchen.

In silent yearning you walked hand in hand to Zelda’s bedroom.

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The moment the door was shut and locked Zelda had rushed back into your arms. You accepted her eagerly, tugging at her tucked in blouse, freeing it from her skirt.

You both started at her buttons blindly, not willing to pause or separate as the kiss became a clash of teeth and tongue. Eventually you were able to undo them and she wiggled her arms out of the sleeves. You opened your eyes, seeing her wearing a slip underneath. With reinvigorated enthusiasm, you walked the two of you backwards and made quick work of her skirt.

You bumped into the bed, both giggling with excitement. Zelda and you kicked off your heals and you lifted Zelda up dramatically just to toss her on the middle of the bed. She laughed as the wind was knocked out of her, beaming up at you with a wide smile.

You grinned back adoringly, crawling up the bed to lazily kiss her. Your hands found the hem of her slip, you paused and looked at her with curious eyes. She nodded fervently as a signal to continue, you placed kisses on her neck, sucking at the flushed skin while your hand wandered up her thigh.

You went up to her hipbone and removed her underwear gently. She leaned closer to you slightly and wrapped her arms around your shoulders. You held her up a bit with one arm, moving her to be rested in your lap. You other hand approached her aching heat, feeling wetness on her thighs.

With practiced ease, you parted her folds, as your lips captured her little mewl. You ran your finger over her entrance and brought your thumb up to meet her clit. You rubbed it slowly and slipped two fingers into her.

Zelda inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, hands firmly holding onto you. Her head lolled back as you stroked her repeatedly. You couldn’t help but compliment the beauty in your arms.

“My god, you’re gorgeous.” You peppered kisses over her neck as you found her spongy spot, pressing into it and curling your fingers. Her head fell on your shoulder and she moaned lightly, already feeling her release approaching. Having denied herself for so long, it was no surprise she’d climax early.

You sweetly kissed the side of her head, “I love you,” her hips canted forward and she tried to form a response, “love y-“ she moaned as you increased pressure on her clit, “you too.”

You felt her walls flutter and milk your fingers rapidly. She clenched down on you and came with a shallow cry. You helped her ride it out and she eventually went limp in your arms.

You removed yourself and held her against you as she recovered.

Her cheeks were a brilliant shade of pink and her legs quivered in the afterglow. You nudged your nose against hers and she nuzzled her face into your neck.

You could feel her smile into your shoulder as she breathlessly declared, “I love you.”

[madamspellmanxx]

wow, the power of women ✨