I am a little hoe so I started writing this. I have no idea where this will go, so I will be as surprised as you are, dear readers, if plot twists should turn up.
That’s the first chapter. I’m working on the next. Also note, I’ve never published on ao3 before. Now here’s the link.
<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/76942761"><strong>Fly high, little bird, before you fall</strong></a> (2454 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/eleanor_is_probably_my_real_name"><strong>eleanor_is_probably_my_real_name</strong></a><br />Chapters: 1/?<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Chilling%20Adventures%20of%20Sabrina%20(TV%202018)">Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (TV 2018)</a><br />Rating: Mature<br />Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings<br />Relationships: Zelda Spellman/Reader, Zelda Spellman/Original Female Character(s)<br />Characters: Zelda Spellman, Hilda Spellman, Mary Wardwell | Madam Satan | Lilith, Sabrina Spellman, Faustus Blackwood<br />Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Canon Divergence, Zelda lives alone for some reason, Reader is human, or is she?, Slow Burn, Zelda is emotionally basically unreachable, there is fluff somewhere, I promise, Faustus appears only in later chapters, but he is a little bitch, Murder, Older Woman/Younger Woman, Tags May Change, Tags will be added over the course of writing, This is set in the 60s<br />Summary: <p>You appear in a particularly starless night at the front door of Zelda Sepllman's house. The night is cold and stormy and she takes you in, even though she does not seem very delighted by it. But despsite her inner wish for you leaving as soon as possible, you live longer at hers than expected and you both learn that you are not completely honest about yourselves.</p><p>Some feelings grow, some die and you are in the middle of it.</p>
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You fuck with Zelda’s mind during class and it leads to delicious consequences
A/N:
This is filth and entirely based off a dream I had. Zelda’s character kinda changes randomly bc I am sleep deprived and just wanted to get this out
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You closed your eyes and focused, your mind pushing into Directrix Spellman’s as you began to plant images into the older woman’s mind. You opened your eyes and found your teacher staring back at you as she spoke about another conjuring rule. The older woman’s words faltered for a second as you successfully played the first scene.
“Shit, Frost,” Zelda sighed, her hands finding your hair, “don’t stop,”
You looked up at her from your place in between her thighs, a devilish smile playing on your lips.
“Are you okay, Directrix?” One of the students asked, it sounded like Jess and you flicked her eyes over to confirm.
“Y-yes, sorry, lost my thoughts for a second,” the eldest Spellman responded and you didn’t miss the way her eyes flicked to you.
She continued to talk, shaking the thought from her mind, you were still inside her head and delighted in the way the woman’s brain worked as she recalled information. You got the next scene ready to play before Zelda spoke again, her words snapping you out of her mind.
“I think we should all take an early mark,” the Directrix said, “I can see a great many closed eyes and hidden yawns and since it’s already 4:30 on a Friday, let’s leave it at this,”
The older woman was smiling, you knew it was fake, Zelda was confused and you were delighted by the powerful woman’s loss of words.
“Frost, can I see you in my office?” Zelda asked, watching you pack up.
You smiled at her innocently and nodded your head. Zelda did have to talk to you and silently prayed to herself that she could make it through the meeting without another one of those thoughts.
“Can I ask what it’s about?” You asked, following behind your teacher, “the meeting I mean,”
You tried to gain your way back into the teacher's mind, it was much harder when you weren't staring directly at her.
“The incident on Wednesday,” Zelda replied, unlocking the door to her office.
You nodded as you sat down. The older woman closed the door behind you and sighed as she sat down across from you. You locked eyes with Zelda and smiled as inconspicuously as you could as you slipped into her mind once again.
“Did you tell Jess she is a horrible singer who can’t dance or act her way out of a paper bag?” Zelda asked, getting straight to the point.
You laughed and watched as the Directrix picked up a pen and began fiddling with it, pushing the tip onto the desk and sliding her fingers down before turning the pen around and repeating the action with the bottom. The older woman raised an eyebrow, expecting an answer.
“Uh, no, I did not,” you replied once you had stopped laughing, “she made three separate comments to me that were insultive before I retorted. She asked why I call myself a singer so I asked why she called herself a dancer,” you explained and watched as she frowned.
A soft hum of acknowledgement left the woman’s mouth and you prepared the next scene to flash through her mind right as she was about to start talking again.
“So wet,” Zelda cooed, her fingers finding your dripping wet centre, “and so tight,” she groaned, sliding a finger inside.
You moaned, your chest pressing into the desk that Zelda had pushed you over. “More, please,” you groaned, rocking your hips backwards.
Zelda smiled and easily slid another finger into the willing student.
You enjoyed the way your teacher dropped her pen as her pupils dilated watching the scene you played in her brain.
“Directrix?” You questioned, feigning innocence, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
You reached a hand out and placed it on the older woman’s wrist as you spoke. You knew what you were doing and you couldn’t help but smile at the way Zelda tensed under your touch.
“What? Oh, yes, sorry,” she said, snapping herself back to attention.
Her skin burned where your hand rested and it sent a shiver up her spine. She cleared her throat and moved her hand away from yours. Where were these thoughts coming from? Sure she had the odd fantasy that came out during her alone time or in the privacy of her shower but this was a student, and these thoughts were different, more vivid than she had ever had before.
“You seem distracted, we can talk another time if you want,” you smiled at the teacher.
“No, that’s fine, um, what were we- oh yes, Jess,” Zelda replied, finding her words again, “you just need to be aware of how your words affect people,”
She wanted to get this meeting over with, she hoped that if you were out of sight the images would stop.
“And maybe consider apologising,” she added.
You snorted.
“I won’t apologise for the truth and also, she lied to you about what happened, should she not be getting in trouble for that?” You argued.
“Don’t argue with me Frost,” Zelda hissed, raising a finger and pointing it at you, “you will both be finding yourselves on the receiving end of detentions, now we can either make it easier and have them at the same time or if you two can’t be in the same room, we can do them separately,”
You leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms, you knew you were being childish but it didn’t stop you from flashing another scene through Zelda’s mind.
“We can’t,” you said, looking up at the teacher, “what if someone comes in?”
“No one is coming in,” Zelda replied, her hand holding the student's jaw.
You flashed your eyes to the door of the detention room before looking back at your teacher. You said nothing before you crashed your lips against the older woman’s. Zelda groaned into the kiss, and her hands found your hair.
“Having a nice daydream?” You snorted, looking at Zelda.
The Directrix snapped her head to face you, realisation flashing on her features for a moment before rage filled her eyes.
“What are you doing,” she hissed at you, “are you putting those images in my mind?”
You raised an eyebrow at the older woman but felt her kick you out of her mind.
“Putting what images in your head?” You asked, pretending not to know.
The directrix hissed again and she stood from her seat, walking towards you.
“I have had more than enough of your little games, y/n,” she hissed her hand reaching for your head, “and you have created a problem that needs fixing,”
She pulled you by your hair so you were looking at her directly.
“Maybe you should learn to guard your mind better,”
Your laugh was short-lived as her hand collided with your face.
“No, y/n, you're going to make me cum and then maybe, just maybe, if you do a good enough job, I’ll give you what you so desperately seem to want,” she growled and you felt your mind go blank.
She was actually offering you what you wanted, sort of, and you would be stupid to pass this opportunity up. You reached up to begin undoing her blouse but your hands were stopped as she grabbed yours.
“No no, only good girls get what they want, and you have been very bad, distracting your Directrix while she teaches,” she said, pushing your hands back, “now do as you’ve been told,”
Your eyes were wide, suddenly very aware of the situation you had gotten yourself into. You fell to your knees and looked up at the powerful woman above.
“What’s the matter, y/n, cat got your tongue?” Zelda laughed.
“No,” you breathed, gaining your confidence back and pushing her hips back against her desk, “but you will,”
Zelda laughed at your comment but it quickly turned into a groan as you pulled the zipper of her skirt down and watched as it fell to the ground. Your mouth watered as you saw the dark spot that had formed on her panties.
“I don’t have all day, y/n,” she sighed, stepping her legs further apart.
You wasted no time in pulling her underwear down before you licked a long stripe up her centre. Your lips found her clit and you eagerly sucked at it enjoying the way her hips bucked slightly into your face. The groan that left her mouth was sinful and it only spurred you on. You continued your attack on her clit before your tongue dipped lower and slid inside her soaking-wet hole. Her hands found your hair and you moaned at the feeling of her nails digging into your scalp as she moved you just the way she wanted.
“Such a talented little tongue,” she groaned as you continued to lick at her.
You easily slid two fingers inside her and you moaned as you felt her walls clench around the digits. Her nails were sharp in your scalp and it only spurred you on, you curled your fingers, hitting a spot inside her that had her gasping. You sped up your fingers as you pumped into her, eager to see the powerful witch come undone on your fingers.
“Fuck, just like that Frost, just like that,” the older witch moaned, you were almost certain that your scalp was bleeding from how hard her nails were digging in.
You ignored the pain and kept going, sucking on her clit as you slid a third finger inside her. You eagerly lapped at the wetness that spilled out of her as she came with a silent scream. You continued to lick at her until you felt her push you away. You sat back on your heels and watched as Zelda slowly regained her composure.
“Did I do a good job?” You asked, and you knew the answer, the flush on her face and her ragged breathing told you, “You said if I did I got a reward,”
The Directrix hummed as she leaned on her desk. She looked down at you and a dark smirk spread across her lips.
“I did, didn’t I,” she mused, “do you think you've earned it?”
You bit your lip as you looked at her before you jumped to your feet and crashed your lips into hers. You pulled back and looked at her with wide eyes, hoping that she wouldn’t punish you. She looked shocked for a moment before she returned the kiss, her fingers wrapping in your hair again, pulling you closer to her. She moaned at the taste of herself in your mouth. You opened your mouth and let her tongue explore your mouth. Your hands found her hips and you steadied yourself against her as you melted into the kiss. Her lips were soft against yours and your moans were swallowed by her tongue. Your lips moved down her jaw and towards her neck, enjoying the soft sounds she made as you sucked little marks onto the milky white skin of her neck.
“I…think…I…have,” you said in between kisses.
The older witch chuckled and you felt her hands on your hips as she spun you around, swapping your positions so you were now against the desk.
“Maybe you have,” she said, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “how should you be rewarded?” She asked, her nails digging into your hips.
You bit your lip and your eyes flicked down to her blouse and she laughed before her hands reached up to undo the buttons of her blouse.
“Wait!” You said, your hands reaching up for hers, “Can I?” You asked, your eyes wide.
She smiled at you and raised her eyebrows but indulged you, moving her hands away. You undid the buttons, your eyes glued to the skin that was slowly being revealed. Once the shirt was undone and off her body your mouth found her chest and you couldn’t stop yourself from sucking dark purple marks on her skin. The sounds she made as her hands found your hair only spurred you on. You were more than happy to just sit there and kiss and suck at her chest until it was covered in purple and red marks.
“Frost,” she groaned, “as much as I enjoy this, I did promise you a reward,”
Your eyes were glued on her chest as the marks you made slowly began to darken.
“Y/n,” Zelda said, her hand coming up to cup your face, “are you okay?”
She was concerned, you could hear it in her voice and you snapped your eyes back to her, you felt yourself enter her mind, your control over the power long gone. You could tell she was aware of your presence in her head but she didn’t push you out, just watched you with curiosity. You didn’t know how to get out of someone’s head without a shock or them shutting you out. You weren't looking for anything, you had no images to play for her, you were simply in her head. You didn’t want to pry, you didn’t even want to talk to her through the synaptic connection you had created with her, you just wanted her to shove you out of her head so you could rest, the connection was giving you a headache. Zelda could sense your distress and she slowly eased you out of her mind, not pushing you out as harshly as she had done earlier, it was more like she took your hand and walked you out the door.
“Sorry,” you mumbled once you came back to yourself.
“Do you know how to control your power?” She asked, “You had it under control during class,” you could hear the smirk in her voice.
“No, I can enter someone’s head and build off of things they have already thought about, no matter how small the thought was, but they usually figure out someone’s in their head and push me out, I don’t know how to leave someone’s head,” the last part was almost a whisper as you hung your head and stared intently at your lap.
You felt her arms wrap around your head and she brought your head back to her chest. You wrapped your arms around her waist and buried your head into her shoulder.
“I’ll teach you,” she said, her hand running softly over your hair.
You smiled against her skin before pressing a soft kiss against her shoulder. She hummed as your mouth moved back down her chest.
“What do you want?” She asked again, holding your face in her hands.
“You, I need you, anyway you want,” you breathed, pushing your face towards her and pressing your lips against hers.
She groaned against your lips and her hands fell to your hips.
“Arms up,” she breathed into your ear.
You were slightly confused but lifted them up anyway. When you felt her hands pulling your shirt up you realised what she meant and you were thankful that you went with an emerald-coloured matching set for your undergarments. Based on the way her pupils dilated as she saw the bra told you that she liked it.
“For me, I hope,” she chuckled as her lips moved down your chest.
“To match your eyes,” you breathed, leaning back on your hands so you could push your chest out to her.
Her eyes found yours and they darkened, pure lust taking over her stare. A soft growl left her throat before her mouth found your chest again and she kissed down your body until her lips reached the top of your pants. She undid the button and pulled the zip down like a woman starved. You lifted your hips and let her pull down the pants. Her eyes darkened at the sight of you, your skin flushed and your breathing heavy, her eyes were trained on your chest and the way that the green-coloured lace that you chose just for her eyes complemented your skin.
“The things I want to do to you,” she groaned, her fingers running down your sides.
“Then do them, all of them,” you breathed, laying yourself back on her desk and resting on your elbows.
You watched through half-lidded eyes as she kissed the skin just below your stomach and you moaned as she pulled down your underwear with her teeth.
“Fuck, Zelda,” you whimpered as her mouth teased along your inner thighs.
You could feel her smile against your skin and she finally decided not to tease you anymore. Her tongue was hot against your skin as she licked up to your clit. When she wrapped her lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked you let out a high-pitched whine and ground yourself against her. Her tongue eagerly lapped at you as she ate you out like you were her last meal. Your moans got higher and higher in pitch as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your orgasm. The way her tongue moved against you had you screaming her name and when you came her tongue dipped into you and she hummed at the taste of your orgasm as she continued to lick at you. She slowed down her tongue before she moved away and brought her face to yours.
“Bend over,” she said and stepped away from you.
Once you trusted your legs enough to stand you got off the desk and turned around. You watched as she unlocked a drawer on her desk and removed something, the object hidden from view. You leaned forward and pressed your chest against the desk as she came and stood behind you. Zelda was silent for a few moments before you felt her hands on your hips.
“Be a good girl for me and spread your legs,” she moaned into your ear and your eyes went wide as you felt the tip of a strap press against you.
You moaned and spread your legs as far as they would go and she hummed.
“Think you’re ready for me?” She mused, her nails scratching along your spine.
“Yes, fuck, Zelda, please,” you moaned, pushing your ass back against her.
She chuckled before she began to press into you. She was far too slow for your liking so you pushed yourself back until her hips met your ass. You moaned at the feeling of her inside you and she laughed.
“Someone’s eager,”
“I will fuck myself on this if you don’t start moving soon,” you hissed, grinding yourself back against her for emphasis.
She hummed and then began to move. She set a brutal pace that had you screaming almost instantly. She was humming as she pounded into you, clearly enjoying the way you were calling out her name.
“Fuck, Zelda, I-” you screamed, unable to finish your sentence as she hit a spot inside you that had you seeing stars.
“I know,” she husked, her voice low, “cum for me,”
You screamed out her name as you came and she continued to pound into you. Her hand reached down and wrapped around your body, her fingers reaching your clit and rubbing a slow circle over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Zelda-fuck, I can’t,” you gasped, your nails digging into the wood of her desk.
“Shh, I know you have one more in you,” she said, “don’t you want to be my good girl?”
You cried out in pleasure at her words and then her fingers pinched at your clit and you screamed out, your whole body tensing as your second orgasm washed over you. You felt yourself go limp on her desk and she slowly pulled out of you. You whined at the loss and tried to catch your breath. You felt Zelda’s hand on your back and she ran soothing circles over the skin. You got your strength back enough to stand and turn to face Zelda.
“Are you doing okay?” She asked, her hand coming to cup your cheek.
You nodded your head and leaned against her chest, your breathing still ragged.
“Th-thank you,” you gasped out, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder.
She ran her hand over your hair softly.
“You did so well for me,” she said, her voice soft.
A/n: maybe not very slow and soft, but slow and soft for Zelda for sure ;P
I've been working for Zelda for about four weeks now, and I have developed quite a crush on her. I’m a blushing mess every time she's around me, which is often considering that I help her run the Academy of Unseen Arts. I just can't help it, she drives me absolutely crazy, and I think she knows exactly what she's doing. Her blouses got slightly tighter and her skirts a little shorter over the past few weeks.
Today, she's wearing a skin-tight dress, showing off her curves perfectly, and I just can't concentrate. The image of her is burnt into my brain. After my work is finished for the day, I make my way from my office to hers, which is only a couple doors down the hall, to wish her a good evening, like I always do. I knock and enter after hearing the soft 'come in'. But something feels different today. She's sitting on her desk, facing me and smirking. I swallow hard.
Her skirt has ridden up her thighs, so that only about half of her thighs are covered, and her cleavage is on display in that goddamn dress. The heat building in my lower stomach distracts me so much that I don't notice her walking towards me. The moment she reaches me, I take step by step back to keep a little distance between us. But soon my back hits the wall, and she stops in front of me, only a few inches left between us. My heart is hammering against my chest, and I would be surprised if she can't hear it. For the first time in what feels like forever, she speaks.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you have been undressing me with your eyes for quite some time now, y/n."
"I-I'm sor-" I begin, but she stops me, pushing her body against mine. I can feel her chest touching my own, and as she slips her leg between mine, and I let out a quiet moan, immediately embarrassed at how pathetic I sound.
"Don't apologize, dear, I've been doing the same thing," she tells me. Before I can say anything, she leans in and kisses me. Without much thought, I start kissing her back. She gets bolder and pushes her tongue past my lips while her hands run up and down my sides. My hands are caressing her cheeks, holding her head close, not willing to break the kiss yet. After a few minutes, she breaks the kiss, working her way down to my neck. Once there, she assaults it with kisses, sucking on my pulse point every now and then. I can't control my moans anymore, and I let them escape through my lips. Her left hand sneaks up my side and finds my right breast, massaging it gently, causing me to moan louder. Her other hand makes its way into my pants, stopping before touching my ruined underwear.
"If you want me to stop, now would be a great time to tell me,” she says huskily. I whine a little, because now she stopped massaging my breast to have my undivided attention.
"Please don't stop, Zelda," I whine. She smirks and continues her teasing. The hand in my pants now pushes my underwear aside and finds a wet mess.
"Oh, dear," Zelda chuckles. "Is all of this for me, little witch?" she asks amused. I can only nod, way too lost in the redhead's touch to form coherent sentences. She draws slow circles around my clit, making it hard for me to breathe. Then she kisses me again, more passionately than the first time. This time I deepen the kiss, while Zelda slides her left hand under my shirt and bra, now cupping my bare breast and running her thumb over my nipple. I can't stop moaning into her mouth, and as she enters me with one finger, rubbing my clit with her thumb, I throw my head back against the wall, breathing heavily. Zelda kisses my neck again, biting my earlobe softly.
"Come for me, y/n," she whispers. That's all it takes for me to come undone. Zelda keeps sucking on my neck, probably leaving dozens of little hickeys, while letting me recover from my orgasm.
After I recovered, I switch our position and push her gently against the wall to kiss her senseless. After a few minutes of making out and letting my hands roam her body, I grab her butt and pick her up, carrying her over to her desk.
She clings to me, burying her face in my hair as my hands unzip and her dress. I slide them up and down her almost naked torso, admiring her beauty. Kissing and worshipping every single part of her body, I have her squirming in no time.
I kiss down her neck, stopping to pay attention to her breasts, licking and sucking softly at the top before removing her bra and paying some attention to her nipples. The noises that leave her lips are downright sinful.
Working my way down her body, I roll up her skirt and push her thighs apart, blowing lightly on her core, which has her moaning my name and burying her hands in my hair, urging me to pay attention to her clit.
I don't let her wait any longer, letting my tongue slide through her slit, licking up the arousal that has gathered there. Zelda moans and arches her back. I caress her hips with one hand as I push two fingers inside of her, earning me another moan.
Sucking on her clit, I keep my pace slow but add another finger, her groans spurring me on. It doesn't take long for Zelda to clench around my fingers, screaming my name.
I kiss up her body until I reach her lips, kissing her sweetly.
AN:To those who haven't or don't watch CAOS this isn't the right fanfic for you, but you're always welcome to read it. Some I do before we start, this fanfic takes place when the the Lubricalia Festival happens: Lupercalia was an ancient Roman annual festival held in mid February against evil spirits and to bring fertility. Also, no gender for reader was preferred so when you read this, you can decide if you want to read it with male or female reader.
Drunken Lubricalia Festivities
It was the first night of the Lubricalia Festival at the Academy of the Unseen Arts you, and your wife, Zelda Spellman, are participating in this festival along with your niece Sabrina Spellman. "Zeldaa!" you say, "Do we have to celebrate Lubricalia, of all the festivities, why must we celebrate this odious festival?" "Because darling, to celebrate and honor all the witches and warlocks that came before us." Zelda says you roll your eyes clearly unhappy having to go "Watch that attitude, darling" you groan annoyed, Zelda looks at you with a stern look as always but she puts her hand on your cheek "Look, I know you don't want to celebrate Lubricalia, but just do it, for me?" Zelda lowers her tone to a seductive, almost pouty tone "Ugh! Fine, only for you." You say annoyed. Many hours later after preparation for the festival is completed all the students and staff at the academy and you and Zelda are in the wood ready to commence the first night of Lubricalia. "I have to what!?" You say in a shocked and possibly mad voice "Yes darling, you have to be only in your undergarments and let me run oil all over your body" Zelda says in the most casual tone "But-" you try to protest "But nothing, just sit back and relax while I do this." " Okay.... Fine" you pout " You brought the wine right??" "Of course indid, darling" Zelda says. Not even two seconds later you're already on your fifth glass of wine and drunk and flirt with Zelda "Hey, there beautiful, did anyone ever tell you you're easy on the eyes?" Zelda looks at you with an arches brow "Darling, are you drunk?" You flirt some more "Are you single?" Zelda says "No, I'm married" you cry "Damn it! Why is it always sthe super hot women that are married!?" Zelda says again "Darling, are you drunk?" "What, me? Pfft! No" Zelda then looks at you "Then say the alphabet backwards" you freeze for a second then respond "Z Y X W U R" " You're drunk." Zelda pinches the bridge of her nose "That's it were going home, and you're sleeping on the couch tonight" Zelda says coldly " Fine! We're not even married so I don't have to worry" You arrive back to the Spellman Mortuary and Zelda bathes you then puts you in your PJs and puts you on the couch for the night. The next day you wake up with a massive hangover and Zelda says upset "That's what you get for being drunk, darling!"
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Zelda found herself momentarily stunned into silence, and the well-practiced, warm greeting that she reserved for potential customers died on her lips. Somewhere at the back of Zelda’s mind, she knew that she was living through a cliché worthy of one of Hilda’s romance novels, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to care. The woman met Zelda’s outright stare and tilted her head inquisitively.
OR Zelda and Lilith meet thanks to young Adam’s obsession with Vinegar Tom.
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