#ESPECIALLY the weight of Zelda's hair when she turns like i nailed that!!!!!

[bumbleberrybee]

an old Zelda animation WIP from back in 2021!! i started this right after i graduated from my animation school, so i lost access to the file when my school license for ToonBoom ran out, before i had the chance to export the full animation :(

i finally got around to getting a free trial for ToonBoom, so i thought i'd export what i'd finished!

[hallospaceboyy]

Welcome to the Coven Part 2

Part 1

AN: This is basically just shameless smut but hope you enjoy anyway lmao

Warning for smut and strong language

You could think of nothing but your impending Friday evening with Zelda after her teasing at your last session. Of course you had gone home that night and completed the task she had set you with alacrity, would do anything she asked of you with an equally obsequious demeanour. You came to thoughts of her, praising you, touching you in the most sinful of ways, and your stomach flips at the mere thought that on Friday she is going to ask every last detail, and you’re more than happy to indulge her.

Hilda notices your distraction, the constant daydreaming while you work, and you catch her scrutinising you with suspicion on several occasions, making you blush.

“Everything alright, love? You've been away with the fairies this week!” Hilda jokes, laughing, but there is concern in her eyes that she's unsuccessful in concealing.

“Oh. I'm fine, Hilda. Just a little distracted.”

“Zelds isn’t working you too hard, is she?”

You flush at the mention of the redhead, your eyes widening, but you recover quickly, sending Hilda a wide smile.

“Of course not. Zelda has been... wonderful.”

Hilda raises her brows, smirking at you and humming. “Oh, I see.” Her tone is teasing, and she giggles. “Someone's got a little crush!”

You swat at her arm, your cheeks warming even further. “Hilda!” She laughs, winking at you before turning to head back to the counter.

*

Friday night is finally upon you, and you're trembling with nerves as you cross the threshold of the mortuary, don’t even bother to knock anymore. You’ve chosen a devilishly short skirt especially for the occasion, and you’re of course wearing your best underwear – a red lace bra with matching thong. Zelda sits in her armchair, and when you enter the room her eyes rove your body, and she smirks, raising a brow and taking a puff of her cigarette.

“All dressed up for me, darling?” She drawls, eyes alight with mirth.

“Dressed down, more like. I thought you'd appreciate less to remove.” You’re mildly surprised when the words leave your mouth, but the way she looked at you as you entered had instilled bravery within you, and you're determined to beat Zelda at her own game.

Zelda's eyebrows shoot up at that, and she laughs euphoniously. “My, my. Quite the little minx today.” She gestures to the sofa, waving to the seat closest to her. “Sit.”

You obey immediately and Zelda looks pleased with your submissiveness, and that has you squirming against the cushion.

“You completed your homework, I assume?”

“Zelda, whether you had told me to do so or not, after you touching me like that, I would have gone home and done so anyway.”

Zelda chuckles, stubbing her cigarette out and crossing her legs. Your eyes drift down to her toned calf, and her skirt starts to shift higher, and when you look up to meet blue-green eyes Zelda is watching you intently, slowly pulling her skirt up her legs teasingly with a pale hand. She stops then, grinning.

“Tell me what you did.”

You exhale shakily, eyes never leaving hers as you paint the picture for her, of your own three digits deep inside of yourself, other hand rubbing vigorously at your clit. Her eyes darken as you tell her of calling out her name as you tipped yourself over the edge, and when the graphic depiction is over, the redhead’s breathing is slightly laboured, and her smirk is gone, mouth parted, eyes drifting almost shut. The dark lust in her hooded eyes makes your cunt throb with need.

“Am I going to get my reward now, Mother Spellman?”

“Oh, yes darling. You most certainly are.” She stands from her seat, approaching you in quick strides, and she places a flat hand on your chest, pushing you to lay on the sofa. You rest your head on the arm, watching her with growing arousal. You part your thighs, and her eyes fall to the bright red fabric between your legs, darkened by your need for her.

“You're soaked for me, aren’t you pet?” She murmurs, and you whine as she pushes your short skirt up your legs, leaving it bunched around your hips. She drags her nails down the smooth skin of your thighs, digging them into the soft flesh, leaving angry red scratches there, and you arch your back, moaning breathily.

“I’m so wet for you, Zelda. Please.”

She hums, pushing your shirt up to reveal your abdomen, pushes it further, past your breasts, and she plants kisses to your heated skin as it's exposed to her. You sit up, allowing her to tug it over your head, and she tosses it to the side, slender hands immediately cupping your breasts, kneading them over your bra. The material is thin, unpadded, and she tweaks your nipples, twisting them between her fingers and you groan loudly, arching against her touch. She kneels between your legs, her thigh so close to your core, and you roll your hips, grind against it wantonly. Her hands move from your breasts to your hips, pinning them down roughly, stilling your movements.

“Behave, or your reward can wait another week.”

You whimper at that, yielding to the grip she has on your hips, letting them fall slack against the sofa and she chuckles.

“Good girl.” The redhead unhooked your bra, tugs it off of you, and then she’s sliding your underwear down your legs. You watch her every move intently, biting your lip and breathing heavily. You’re now wearing nothing save for the skirt bunched around your hips, and her eyes are gazing at your cunt, dripping wet for her, and she licks her lips.

“Tell me, was last week the only time you’ve touched yourself and thought of me?” She rests her weight on a hand splayed at your side on the sofa cushion, face hovering above yours, and her free hand ghosts feather light caresses to your core. You try with all of your might to stay still, whimpering and looking up into her dark eyes, her blown pupils.

“No.” You whisper in reply, and Zelda grins. Her fingers part your folds, and she glides a single fingertip over your clit, feather light, barely there. “Please, Zelda...”

“You beg for me so deliciously. Do it again.” She tugs at your lower lip with her teeth, laughing at the breathy moan that escapes your parted lips.

“Pl-Please Zelda. Please fuck me.” You splay your legs as far as you can, and then Zelda is circling her fingers firmly over your clit, pressing down blissfully hard and you buck your hips against her hand. “Oh yes-Zelda!”

She captures your lips in a passionate kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth, and you suck on it, moaning against her. Her fingers glide lower, and she enters you with two fingers, curling them within you deftly, making you squirm beneath her. She wastes no time in beginning to thrust them hard, deep within you, and then adds a third, and the pleasure courses through you with each rough thrust. You squeeze your eyes shut, panting and clutching at Zelda's hair, your other hand clawing at her back.

“Come for me, my good girl.” She whispers, licks at the shell of your ear, and then she bites your neck, sucking hard on the skin there, and there's stars dancing behind your closed lids, a rushing in your ears, and you writhe beneath her as you come, moaning her name, releasing strings of curses, giving no thought to if the two of you are alone in the house. You couldn’t care less in this moment, have been wanting this for so long.

Zelda hums against you, peppering kisses to your jaw, your cheek, and she stills within you, her fingers remaining deep in your cunt as she presses a wet kiss to your mouth, tongue flicking between your parted lips as you pant beneath her. You're throbbing around her fingers, and she smirks, looking into your eyes when you finally prize them open, fixing her with a dreamy gaze.

“That was the most enlightening session yet.” You mumble, voice lazy, hoarse from your incessant moaning.

“Oh, just you wait.” She smirks, removing her fingers from you and slipping from the sofa onto her knees. You take in her flushed cheeks, her smudged lipstick, the hazy look in her eyes, her mussed hair, and you grin, biting your lip.

“You’re beautiful.”

Zelda hums, stoops down to kiss your thigh, and then she sucks her fingers clean, looking up at you and batting her eyelids. Once she’s done her hands clasp at your ass, pulling your hips forward, and her mouth is so close to your cunt you can feel her hot breath against you.

“I hope you're ready to go again.” She licks her lips, and you spread your legs further, smirking down at her.

[theresebelivetirl]

Galentine’s Day

note: [ hi there, everyone ! this is a madame spellman fic, in which Lilith is jealous & possessive over Zelda. This was a request by @fionaloover​ ! i hope you enjoy, dear ! 💛]

warnings: [light mentions of smut]

words: 1200

“Aunt Zee, will you please come to the Sweetheart’s Dance? We only need one more chaperone! Ever since Principle Hawthorne left Baxter High, they’ve been looking for someone to fill his spot.”

Zelda scoffed, taking a puff of her cigarette as Sabrina pleaded with her.

“Sabrina, you know very well that I do not attend mortal events. Especially for a holiday that is to celebrate a false ‘saint’.”

She practically gagged at the idea. Zelda was not one to say no to her niece, who managed to achieve world’s hardest-to-refuse puppy eyes. However, this was the mortal holiday of which she most despised.

“Besides, Sabrina, Lupercalia coincides when mortal Valentine’s Day. You know I simply cannot miss that ritual. Tonight, is the matching, the commencement of the Lupercalian celebration.”

“But, I—“

Before Sabrina could protest, Zelda cut her off by saying, “Why don’t you ask your Aunt Hilda? She does not participate in Lupercalia and I’m certain that she and her mortal will gleefully take part in your debacle.”

Sabrina gave a childish “hmph” in return, and stormed off to her Auntie Hilda, arms crossed over her chest.

Zelda’s eyes lingered on her niece as she left, the tiniest bit of guilt written across her features.

She shook her head free of this unpleasant emotion, however, and ambled up the stairs to her room.

As discussed with Sabrina, the events of Lupercalia were to begin later that night. She and Faustus had been mutually flirting with each other for quite some time, which was fueled by Zelda’s lust for power. She had nearly secured Faustus under her thumb, and tonight, she planned, would seal the deal. She abhorred the concept of love, especially the likes of Father Blackwood. But the promise of power had Zelda lusty and ardent.

As Zelda stood in front of the body length mirror in her room, changing out of her day attire, Lilith appeared before her, a trail of flames in her wake.

Zelda gasped in embarrassment, picking up the closest article of clothing and covering her chest.

“Lilith, I-I. This is—“

“Oh, please,” the demoness said coolly, sauntering over to her with sashaying hips.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” she purred. Extending a slender finger, Lilith ran a red nail over the witch’s jawline. Zelda’s eyes fluttered closed, the witch lowering the garment to the ground.

“To what do I owe this Lupercalian pleasure?” the demoness inquired, taking a step back to admired Zelda’s alabaster frame.

“Actually, Lilith, I—“ she cleared her throat, in an attempt to steady herself. “Tonight, I will be hosting the event at the Academy. Along with Faustus Blackwood.”

This caught Lilith off guard, her eyes going dark in response.

“You’re,” she gave a scoffed chuckle, “you’re going to celebrate Lupercalia with that peccary, Blackwood?”

“Well...” she swallowed thickly. “Yes. Besides, it is my duty.”

The mother of demon’s stepped closer Zelda again, nearly nose to nose with her now.

“Do you forget yourself, dearest? That pale little flesh suit of yours belongs to me.”

Zelda’s chest puffed out in defiance, and she straightened up, backing away from Lilith in protest.

“Lilith, I know that we have been...seeing each other for some time, now. But I crave power. And Faustus can give me that.”

Lilith scoffed again, eyes flickering with growing contempt.

“Ah, I see. Well, the only means of attaining the power from Blackwood is by marrying him. So, that is your plan? Which, in turn, must mean that you love him?” she asked, tauntingly, in hopes to rile Zelda up.

Zelda’s jaw clenched, her teeth coming out to chew on her bottom lip.

“That is neither here nor there, Lilith. What matters is that I am very quickly moving up the ranks at the Academy.”

“So, if it’s power you’re after, kitten, dear...why hadn’t you asked sooner?”

At this, Zelda nearly broke with ridiculed laughter.

“Are you proposing that I ask you for power?” Zelda jeered. “Satan’s concubine? Please, Lilith. If there’s anything that you could give me, power is certainly not on that list.”

Lilith expression fell, her air of confidence and pride faltering.

“What?” she asked meekly, attempting to hide her aggrieve.

“You know exactly what I mean. And, while our time together rather licentious, it must come to an end tonight.”

Lilith attempted to open her mouth, but she had lost all resolve, Zelda’s words hitting her like a ton of bricks.

“Fine,” Lilith seethed, coolly. “Enjoy your ravenous endeavors, my pet.”

With that, she burst into flames, teleporting back to whence she came.  

Later that night, after the matching, each witch and warlock pair were to go off in ‘unholy abstinence’. After every pair had flocked off into the woods, there was one basket left over. With a smirk, Zelda held the extra basket up in Blackwood’s direction.

“There appears to be an extra basket, Faustus,” Zelda said, a smirk playing upon her lips.

“Shame to let it go to waste,” he replied, just as darkly as she.

She grasped his hand in her free one, and the two of them followed their younger charges into the woods.

Once settled, small talk was made amongst the two- a weak attempt at the abstinence that was so encouraged before the hunt. Before long, though, the two of them were entangled in each other, Faustus’s fingers combing Zelda’s long, strawberry blonde hair.

After a few moments of venereal acts, though, the witch heard Lilith’s dark laughter ringing in her ears.

“Faustus,” she began fervently, breathless. “D-did you hear that?”

“Hear what, my pet?” Zelda attempted to blink the confusion out of her eyes. Before her was Faustus’s body, but the voice of Lilith was speaking through him. Before Zelda had a chance to quiet her racing mind, Blackwood’s body transformed into Lilith, revealing the glamor that Lilith had cast.

“Lilith,” Zelda muttered, face stone cold. “A glamor? Where is Faustus?”

The demoness tutted. “You needn’t worry about him. He is safely tucked away until I have had my way with you. You are my Lupercalian pleasure, and I plan on making the most out of this night.”

Lilith grabbed a fistful of Zelda’s hair and tugged hard, causing Zelda to hiss. Just a beat later, Lilith had smashed their lips together in a fervent fashion, tongue roaming over her lips and into her mouth, hungrily.

“I said that-that our acts of coitus ended tonight.”

“Need I remind you again, my dearest? You. Are. Mine,” Lilith reminded, hands untangling from Zelda’s hair, and squeezing her breasts with the same intensity. After a few moments of foreplay, Lilith pulled away, practically jeering at Zelda. “I sense no form of protest.”

“My arrangement with Faustus still stands,” the younger witch stated, simply.

“I will allow you to continue seeing him, simply because I love and adore you. And you should have everything your heart desires. But first and foremost, you must know that you are mine. That Zelda Spellman belongs to me.”

The witch nodded again in agreement; a weight seemingly lifted off her shoulders. She had wished, so badly, that pleasure and power could go hand and hand.

“We shall talk later, my pet, about our earlier conversation. But, tonight will be spent on your pleasure.”

Madame Satan licked her lips hungrily, her eyes roaming Zelda’s slender, pale body before continuing their libidinous desires. 

“My Zelda.”