#chilling adventures of sabrina reader insert

[writerslittlelibrary]

You are a witch

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summary: you were adopted by Natasha Romanoff, the great Black Widow. But what happens when the truth uncovers? What happens when the three kings of hell are sent to kill you, and you manage to uncover your power and banish them?

pairing: Natasha x daughter reader, Yelena x niece reader, Melina & Alexei x granddaughter reader

warnings: witchcraft, rats?

genre: angst, fluff

words: 2483

a/n: I'm watching an awful lot of the chilling adventures of Sabrina lately, so I wanted to write a little mcu crossover with a witch reader :) 

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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It all happened so fast. At one point you were home, doing your homework like you did every friday evening. Then, at the other moment, the door was broken down, and the demons entered your home.

You did not know how to fight them off. You did not know they were even demons. They looked like humans, and you had no reason to suspect otherwise.

Of course, you knew better now.

The demons had disguised themselves to look like mortals. They were sent to assassinate you. You didn’t know they were demons, but once they drew their swords, you were pretty quick to run towards the widow and climb down using the fire escape.

The attackers followed you, and once you entered the Avengers tower, Wanda managed to banish them. She killed them. 

You remember Natasha running to you, assisting you. You were out of breath and terrified. Natasha slept in your room that night. You were scared to be left alone, and Natasha was terrified that someone would come and hurt you. Little did you know someone did. 

That same night, another demon entered your room.

However, this time, the demon did not disguise itself. I had come to kill you in its demon form. It did not hide itself. Your mother tried to protect you, but what good were her knives and her gun against an all mighty demon? 

Once the demon got ahold of your mother, you lost your temper. 

You did not know where it came from. You did not know how it worked. You did not know how you knew how to operate it. But you did.

Your eyes turned red. The wind from outside seemed to pick up inside your bedroom. The demon seemed afraid, even if his body language did not show it, his eyes did. It became afraid. You were afraid, but somehow, you managed to call upon a power hidden deep within your body. You managed to banish the demon for good. 

After you had killed it, you rushed to your mother who was bleeding out on the ground. The demon had slashed her side open, and she was running out of time. 

You did not understand it, but you had a vision. A flash in your mind that showed you exactly what to do. You covered your mothers’ wounds with your hands, and you closed your eyes. You called upon the power in your body, and Natasha’s wounds sealed shut. 

After that, Natasha had decided to take you out of town for a few days. 

It was clear that you were not safe in New York, and Natasha did not want to put you in any unnecessary danger. She did not know how the demons knew where you were, but she figured you would be much safer with her family, in Russia. 

And so, you flew to Russia, but not before Stephen Strange brought you a little visit. After hearing of your situation, and of your power awakening, he had gifted you a book. This book contained a series of spells, made by witches who were not similar to Stephen Strange, nor Wanda Maximoff. These witches possessed a different kind of magic. The kind of magic that you were now possessing. 

You had started practising a few spells, before you left for Russia. 

You were now driving towards your grandmothers’ farm, even though you had never met them.

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“Are we nearly there? We have been driving for hours and my head hurts,” you sighed annoyed, staring out the window.

“Like I told you the other fifty times, we still have a few hours to go. If your head hurts, take a nap,” Natasha answered, done with your attitude the entire trip. She did not want to get mad at you. As a mother, she knew and understood that you had a difficult time these past few days, and that you were unlocking something within yourself that you did not know you had, but as a person, she was entirely done with your attitude. 

You let out another sigh in annoyance. “I don’t want to take a nap, mom. Why are we even going to these people? I’ve never met them. Who even are they?” 

“You know Aunt Yelena, and she will be there. And Melina and Alexei are my sort of parents, so I expect you to treat them with respect,” Natasha told you.

“What kind of animals do they have on the farm?” you asked. 

“What…?

“You said they lived on a farm. A farm usually has animals. What kind of animals do they have?”

Natasha sighed. “Well, Melina has pigs, but I believe that recently she started feeding some stray cats, and they have started to hang around the farm.” 

“Did you have animals when you were a child? I mean, in those three years you lived with them?” you asked Natasha, staring at her curiously.

“I did not, but there was a stray cat that I begged to take in. Melina and Alexei would not let me, although they did give me some cat food from time to time to feed it,” Natasha explained, steering the car onto an off road path. 

“Really? They don’t have road where they live? What? Is the farmhouse some fallen apart building as well?” you asked, sarcasm lacing your tone.

Natasha sighed, a small smirk appearing on your lips, yet she tried to hide it.

“Go to sleep, or I’ll knock you out myself.”

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After you had fallen asleep in the car, the car ride took about another hour or two. Once you arrived, Natasha carefully woke you up, helping you out of the car.

Yelena was stood by the door, waiting for you to wake up fully so she could go and give you a hug.

“Aunt Yelena!” you exclaimed in happiness, running towards her and giving her a big hug. “I missed you! It has been far too long since you came to New York.” 

Yelena smiled and brushed some hair out of your face. 

“I was enjoying spending some time with my other half of my family,” Yelena started, leaning in a little closer so she could whisper in your ear. “Don’t worry, you are still my favourite.”

You smiled, giving Yelena a kiss on her cheek. 

“We should go inside,” Natasha then said, handing Yelena a bag to carry inside. 

“Sure,” Yelena said, whistling for Fanny, who had slipped past her to get out of the house when Yelena opened the door to wait for you, to come inside as well. 

Fanny ran towards you, excitedly jumping on you and begging for cuddles. You, obviously, happily obliged, spoiling Fanny in hugs and pets and kisses while she excitedly jumped on you, licking your face and cuddling close to you. 

Once you were inside, Yelena told Natasha that Melina and Alexei were waiting in the living room. 

Natasha had gone to greet them and to explain the situation with you, while Yelena stayed with you. Yelena led you to the spare bedroom, where she settled the bags down. 

“We only have one guest room, so you and Natasha will have to share. I am sure you do not mind,” Yelena explained, and you smiled and nodded as answer. 

“Did mom… tell you? Why we came here? Why she is so afraid?” you asked Yelena, sitting on the bed and settling your shoulder bag next to you. Yelena sighed before joining you on the bed, taking a moment to collect her thoughts before she spoke. 

“Natasha did not tell me a lot, but she told me that you were now… magical. She told me that something was- is hunting you,” Yelena explained, shaking her head. “She didn’t tell me much more.”

You sighed, looking down and picking at your skirt. 

“I am magical. I think I am a witch, but like, a really powerful one. Two demons came to attack me. They were aggressive, and they spoke about doing something for their master. They were sent to kill me, to assassinate me. My magic, or my powers, unlocked when the second one tried to hurt mom. And after, after he had hurt her and she was bleeding, I suddenly knew how to heal her, and my powers did. Someone powerful is trying to get rid of me, and I don’t even understand what I am,” you explained, looking at Yelena carefully, hoping you didn’t scare of confuse her. 

“Okay, so what you are saying is that my little niece is an ass kicking awesome witch?” Yelena said, smiling when she saw the relieved smile form on your face. 

After a moment of silence, Yelena moved to sit a little closer to you, indicating that whatever she was going to say next was probably serious.

“Listen to me, y/n. You are Natasha’s daughter. You are my niece. You are family, and no matter what you turn out to be, you will always be our family, and we will always be yours,” Yelena promised, cupping your face in her hands to get you to look at her. She smiled kindly, leaning forwards and pressing a kiss on you forehead. 

“Thank you, Auntie Yelena.”

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After your talk with Yelena, you had showed her your new book. The book that Strange gave you. It was full of spells and knowledge, and after reading some of it, you had started writing your own notes in your notebook. 

You also showed Yelena a little taste of your magic. You had managed to effortlessly change an eraser into Yelena’s favourite cookie, which disappeared the moment you took your eyes off of it. Not because the spell failed. Simply because Yelena had eaten it…

After about an hour, Natasha had come up to the room, knocking on the door and letting you know that it was time to meet your grandparents. 

You weren’t sure how you were supposed to be feeling. You were nervous, sure, but everyone is when they meet someone knew. You were most nervous about their importance. You knew how important Melina and Alexei were to Natasha and Yelena, and you did not want to say or do anything that might upset any of them.

Natasha took your hand, rubbing reassuring circles on it to hopefully soothe you.

“Everything’s gonna be okay. They are going to love you, and you will love them, I promise,” Natasha assured you, leading you downstairs. 

Once you entered the living room, Melina and Alexei were sitting on the couch. Melina stood up immediately when she noticed you entered. 

“Y/n, dear, we are so happy to finally meet you,” Melina said, walking over to you and embracing you in a hug. When she pulled back, she placed her hand on your cheek, taking a good look at your face. “What a beautiful girl you are,” she said, and you smiled.

“Thank you, Melina,” you said, and Melina smiled stepping aside and motioning her hand towards one of the other couches.

“Please, sit down. Would you like some tea, or another drink?” Melina asked, going into the kitchen to get your chosen drink while you sat down. 

Natasha sat down next to you, while Yelena chose the couch across from you. 

“It is very nice to meet you, my granddaughter. Welcome to the family!” Alexei exclaimed happily, laughing at the stern look Natasha gave him. 

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After you had settled in, and you had gotten used to being around Melina and Alexei, you had all decided on some pizza for dinner. Slowly but surely you grew to like being around Melina and Alexei, even though Alexei was painfully loud and unaware at times. 

After you had settled at the dinner table, you sat beside Natasha, Alexei at the head of the table while Melina sat across from Natasha, and Yelena sat across from you. 

“So are you liking Russia, y/n? I believe Natasha told us you have never been here before?” Melina asked, and you nodded. 

“It’s very beautiful, definitely more beautiful than the busy city,” you responded, and Melina smiled. 

You reached forward, about to grab another slice of pizza from the pizza box when a strange wind picked up inside the house, and the squeaking of mice could be heard. 

You froze in your actions, looking around the house cautiously. 

“What’s wrong darling?” Natasha asked concerned, laying her hand on your arm. 

“Don’t you hear that? Don’t you feel that?” you asked, looking at Natasha with wide eyes while she shook her head no. 

“Do you need some water?” she asked, but you didn’t respond as you looked down at your feet, standing up quickly when you recognised the rats running around your legs. 

You gasped in surprise, taking a few steps back while Natasha and Yelena looked at you with concern. 

“Are you okay? What are you feeling?” Natasha asked, and you looked at her confused.

“Can’t you see the rats?!” you asked surprised, pointing at the rats that ran around your legs. Natasha shook her head no, but once the door to the living room slammed open, Natasha head turned towards it. What came through was something she could see.

“What the hell is that?!” Yelena said in surprise, standing up herself. 

Through the door walked a disgusting looking demon. His skin looked rotten and old, almost as if his body had been dead and rotting for weeks. 

“I AM BEELZEBUB, DEMON OF VERMIN, ONE OF THE THREE KINGS OF HELL. MY BROTHERS HAVE FAILED TO SUCCEED, BUT I WILL FINISH THE JOB!” the demon, Beelzebub spoke loudly, raising his arm out towards you. The rats charged at you, and you quickly ran to the couch to grab your bag.

You pulled you spellbook out, going through the pages quickly to find the banishing spell that you had researched before. 

“Y/n what the hell is going on?!” Yelena yelled at you, but you ignored her as you found the right page, raising your own hand towards the demon Beelzebub. 

“Beelzebub, I shall banish you as I did your brothers. You shall burn in the pits and fires of hell! Exilium, gehenna, evanescet. Beelzebub I banish thee!” you yelled out, lowering your hand when the demon Beelzebub disappeared into dust. 

“That was awesome,” Yelena spoke quickly, after assessing that you were not injured. 

“I need a nap,” you said, dropping the book and letting yourself fall down onto the couch. Natasha ran to your side quickly, holding your head in her hands.

“Are you alright?” she asked, a confused look overtaking her when she noticed your smile.

“I just banished, not just a demon, but one of the three kings of hell, with my own magic,” you explained proudly, letting your eyes fall close. “But it was exhausting, and I really need a nap now.” 

Natasha smiled softly, nodding. 

“Go to sleep, we’ll talk in the morning.”

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[supercap2319]

"Where the hell are we?" Sabrina asked as she blinked the sunlight out of her eyes.

One minute, they were watching some ridiculous teen beach movie from the 1960s. The next, they were standing on a beach together without any idea how they got there. There were no beaches near Greendale. Still, any of the beaches within the hours or miles of Greendale, sure as hell didn't look like anything they'd ever seen.

Merrick blinked, then looked at Sabrina and gasped. "Forget where we're at. What the heck are you wearing?" Merrick pointed to his sister's body, and Sabrina realized that she was wearing red pants and a cream colored blouse with a black headband on top of a short bob cut.

"I have no idea. What about you? Broad shorts and an ugly Hawaiian shirt? Nice, brother." Sabrina countered as she pointed out Merrick's outfit.

"I think things just got freakier. Check it out. Is that Harvey with blonde hair? Nick Scratch. And...and..."

"Archie Andrews?" Sabrina finished. "Don't you have a massive crush on him?"

"Shut up. He's coming over here."

[hannaswritingblog]

Headcanon: a cemetery date with Sabrina Spellman 🎃

Fandom: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

There was something magical, maybe even dark, about Sabrina

Possibly it's just her family owning a mortuary that provided a mysterious aura to all Spellmans

Things started to make more sense when she shared with you that she's a half-witch

But even before that it wouldn't surprise you if she invited you to a date at a cemetery

So you happily agreed when she finally proposed it

You're especially excited that it falls on Halloween, Sabrina's birthday, which you know will add to the atmosphere

And you know you're right the moment you finally meet her

Autumn has already settled with the falling leaves and you can feel the crisp in the air

Which you breathe with fondly as the two of you walk between the tombstones

Soon you realise Sabrina's leading you to a specific grave, usually neglected, but taken care of today

Among the trimmed grass you notice lit candles, small plates, wine glasses...

"Oh, don't worry, we can do pumpkin juice if you don't feel like wine today," she says when asked about the glasses

Even though the mood is magical enough, you know Sabrina is using her magic to make everything work

As you can see that the wind never blows the candles out and your juice never ends

But if you were to forget about the magic and the place, everything feels just like a regular date

You talk for hours about mundane things like school, your interests, but also things important to you both

It's not until the moon comes out from behind the clouds, the moment becomes undeniably special

Both of you can't help but lean forward and kiss

Which is when you can almost physically feel the magic

And it stays with you for days after that cemetery date

[ariana-maryse]

Lucifer Morningstar Relationship Headcanons

(For anon) 

He loves to show you off whenever he can. Whether that’s by showcasing something you’ve done or a facet of your outfit he’d gotten for you; anything to draw attention to you. 

He’s very dominant in every aspect of your relationship. If you are as well, you can expect to bump heads; figuratively or literally. 

He’d definitely bring that Labyrinth style dynamic: “fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.” If you were going to Circuit print anything from media that represented him, it’d be that. 

His grasp on time is understandably skewed, so if you two hadn’t seen each other for a while, he may not think of it and would tease you about how often you “needed” to be around him. 

Lucifer is always ready to use his powers and array of minions to help you (as long as it’s of some interest to him, too) so you’d have to let him know if you’re cool with that or not. 

Speaking of, boundaries aren’t something he’s used to. So you’d need to be clear about what you’re okay with in general because he's definitely going to assume everything is fair game. 

He’s 100% ready to wear matching digs. He prefers things that are similar with slight variants to most accentuate your individual features, but every now and then he’s good with wearing the exact same outfit as you. 

He does The Most as much as possible. If you mention that you’re hungry, he’s going to order an entre Hell Feast for you. 

[glossyybabie]

uno

Summary: You deliver a pizza to a mysterious woman in a quiet cottage. Things escalate from there.

Warnings: NSFW. Nothing too explicit, though, and all consensual. Female reader. Hidden threats/implications of murder. Naked Uno.

Word count: 1358

Notes: Sometimes I write things like this and wonder what I’m thinking. Honest to God, this was a concept I came up with in the very early hours of the morning, as most of my stories are, but then it got away from me. I can’t tell if this is wholesome or disturbing, maybe both. Enjoy, besties.

Unsure of whether there was a doorbell hidden by the bushes or not, you knocked on the door. The lights were on, so someone was home, and if not, you were fully prepared to eat those two pizzas yourself.

It had been a long shift, as weekend shifts often were. You were tired, running on only two energy bars for the last 5 hours, and were more than relieved that this was your final delivery for the night.

You saw a shadow move in front of the window and moved your hand back under the stack of pizza boxes again, ready to pass them over. The door in front of you creaked open, and you smiled, just as you had automatically been doing all night.

"Hi," you said, forcing brightness in your tone to conceal your tiredness. The more tips you could get from this, the better. "You ordered pizza?"

The woman in the doorway paused, brushing away her blowout curls from her eyes to enable her to see better. Her dark green robe was . . . definitely very low cut. You fought with yourself to keep your eyes on her face.

"I did," she answered hesitantly, and then looked you up and down. "You're not a man, are you?"

You shook your head, glancing down at your jeans and blue bomber jacket. "They didn't design this uniform with women in mind. I'm not even allowed to show any ankle as it's 'too distracting'. Anyway, here's your order –"

The woman interjected with a sigh before you could hand the boxes to her. "Would you mind setting it over there for me?"

She pointed behind her into the house. Slightly hesitant, you nodded and stepped past her, dusting away any dirt from the soles of your shoes on the doormat as you entered. You usually were in too much of a rush to actually deliver pizzas into a house, but it wasn't like you had any more deliveries to get done that night.

The house wasn't nearly as brightly lit as you'd expected it to be. There were one or two lamps on, sure, and the glowing fireplace crackled away in the living room, but it definitely felt just a little dark and ominous. You made a note to yourself to dawdle as little as possible while you were there.

You set the pizzas down on the small dining room table. They were still fairly warm, you observed when part of your glove slipped off and your hand made contact with the boxes.

"I'm sorry if this came later than expected. Traffic today has been pretty bad," you said. You stood up, adjusting your gloves ready to leave, and gasped suddenly, nearly tripping over in fright. "You have a raven?"

"Yes, he's a friend of mine," she replied, picking up the wine glass she'd set down on a side table. If not for her small smirk, you would’ve assumed she’d been oblivious to your shock. "Any plans for this evening?"

You shrugged, still giving the raven a nervous side-eye. "I don't know, watch a movie, perform Satanic blood rituals, play Uno with my roommate, the usual," you responded, pausing for a moment. "The second one was sarcasm."

"I assumed so," she agreed.

Picking up the open wine bottle, she filled an empty glass that had been left on the table and offered it to you. Usually you wouldn’t have accepted it, but one look at the label on the bottle suggested that this was definitely some high-end expensive stuff, and you really weren’t in a position to say no to that.

Besides, it wasn’t the first time you’d gotten yourself caught up in the antics of a random customer. One woman had spent the evening getting you to move her furniture around and given you a tip afterwards.

You very hesitantly took a sip. “Is there a reason why you’re offering me alcohol?” you asked, feeling like it was something that definitely needed to be questioned.

“I’m . . . deciding,” she murmured quietly.

As she approached the table, you looked at her apprehensively and placed the glass down. “On what?”

“How ravenous I’m feeling tonight,” she responded. As she placed her glass down on the table beside yours, she leaned forward, hands resting against the table edge, head slightly bowed. “Leave us, Stolas.”

At first, you’d assumed she was talking to you, asking you to go, but it was once she’d said “Stolas” that you froze in place. There was the sound of the soft flapping of wings, accompanied by the sensation of a gentle breeze flowing past your head. You glanced at the windowsill; the raven was gone.

You blinked and looked over at her. She glanced up at you, eyes narrowed at first, but slowly beginning to smile. Now you were beginning to build up an understanding of what was happening.

“Oh.”

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You were on your back across the bed of a woman whose name you didn’t even know. Something Wardwell, maybe, but you hadn’t really paid much attention to the name of the customer beforehand.

Your jeans were somewhere nearby, not that you exactly knew where, but at least you knew that your jacket was still beneath you. You were barefoot at this point, and gloveless. How you’d let yourself get into that situation, you had no idea.

But it was too late now. You were too far gone, being fingered so perfectly that thinking logically and making an excuse to leave was out of the question. It was the end of a long week, you supposed. There was nothing wrong with some harmless fun with a woman who was probably 20 or so years older than you.

An unadulterated moan, followed by a heaved profanity or two, left your mouth as you came beneath her for the second time that night. She swallowed any further moans with a deep kiss that felt powerful enough to bruise your lips.

Harmless fun, you assured yourself.

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You were both pretty spent. It had been just under an hour of whatever that was, and the previously cool room was feeling considerably more humid. Both of you were breathing fairly heavily. In fact, you could feel the woman’s body heat beside you and you weren’t even making physical contact.

“I guess that was better than any other Saturday night plans I had,” you muttered as you sat up, pulling a throw blanket towards yourself to provide some partial coverage.

“Better than Uno?” the woman asked, clearly mocking your previous statement.

You nodded frankly. “Ever played Uno?”

“No,” she answered, and then sighed exasperatedly when you slid off the bed and towards your discarded jeans on the floor. “Let me guess: you brought a pack of Uno cards with you.”

You climbed back onto the bed, laying on your stomach with the blanket loosely draped over you. “Of course I did,” you replied as you began to deal out the already shuffled deck accordingly. “Consider this a payment for having sex with me.”

“Prostituting yourself for a card game?” she questioned as she reluctantly turned over. She mirrored your position on her stomach but with her knees bent and ankles crossed in the air. “That’s new.”

You pushed a few cards across the bed towards her. “So those are yours. You're better off not showing me. Uno’s a really easy game to play, you’ll pick it up quickly. The aim is to put down all of your cards, but obviously it’s not that easy. You usually end up picking up more cards in the process and screwing your opponent over.”

She picked up the box the cards had been packaged in, read over at the instructions at the back, and laughed shortly. “Easy. So what do I win?”

You shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. But if I win, I get one of the pizzas I delivered. I haven’t eaten in hours, actually.”

“Well, in that case, I suppose I’ll play for a bite to eat too,” she said quietly, almost as if there was a darker double meaning to her decision, but she didn’t give you a chance to question it. “You first, my dear.”

[recallingrealities]

For Chapter 1, click (here)  

Chapter 9: Spellbound (NSFW)

(Reader x Zelda Spellman) (NSFW)

(click picture for higher res - Artwork by yours truly, for Aligned. DMs are open for commissions ❤️✍️)

The purple hazing sky hung well before 4 in the morning - she awoke you with an arousing chuckle, her hand rubbing your thigh with gentle pressure.

"You make the most scrumptious whimpers in your sleep, I couldn't help but miss you in the most delicious way"

Your eyes began to open, the words like a silent call that suddenly awoke all of the cells in your body. Her eyes, amber and green, her staggering piercing eyes; like stardust and spitfire, bore into your chest, gifting you sudden lucidity.

She moved towards your mouth, her eyes closing for a moment before the softened, shyly contemplative look met your gaze. Her lips brushed yours with a warm, enticing growl in her teeth.

"How could I be so rude?"

She cocked her eyebrow, as she adjusted her touch, the thumb to be resting on the back crease of your thigh and buttocks. Her other hand reached towards your scalp, and siphoning slow bewitching circles at the base of your crown. She reigned you in with slow pressing kisses warming you entrancingly.

"You really got in my head…"

She started, her purring tone coaxing you as she moved to circle the backs of your ears.

She quickly fastened her legs around you, flipping you both over so that she is nimbly on the other side of the bed. Then, sitting up, she tosses her hair over her shoulder, as if she were on the silver screen. A confident moaning stretch arched through her torso as she reached towards the nightstand; flicking her fingers, opening it magically to feel within her own, several floors away. She retrieved a silver case, opening the face of it, with engraved in spiraling chinese dragons. She snapped her fingers striking a thinly rolled cigarette, with the twitch in her nose. Satisfyingly, Zelda sparks her cigarette between her nimble, perking lips. You couldn't tell with her casually impressive magic, if she was simply showing off to you - or if you hadn't quite realized how smitten you'd grown. Heat rose from your cheeks, her words sent it firing to your ears —

"To think I have gone this long without a cigarette — mind you -"

She couldn't complete another sentence before the warm sweet smoke circled the ceiling of your wicked, wonderful nest.

"Did you wake me for a cigarette chat?"

She turned to you with her daring look ,before a small smile lit between her lips.

"You're very charming when you do that, you know."

Her words seemed to ring in and outside of your mind as she lifts your hand to kiss just below your knuckles.

Your heart began to whip rapidly in your breast —— 'Wait, am I in a dream?'

You knew better than to think aloud in your mind, her close and startling proximity affirmative when you suddenly felt a bubble of connection surround you both in shimmering waves of light blue ripples.

"Did I make you nervous? Or have you not spoken in solely one person's mind before."

You felt as though you might be dreaming, reality awakening something you had told yourself over and over had been in your head.

"I can see here in your history, there is a wonderful editions of affirmations..."

She smiled softly, before blush brightened your cheeks, her kind lips meeting your fingers again. Knowing full well she had heard the history of your thoughts made you not only amazed, but unsure of the amount of time she'd experienced when she turned my mind's pages in seconds.

"I know there is much more to know about you then 'Y/N the spiritualist',"

She raised an eyebrow, inquiring politely as her mind seemed to whir like the tail of a flickering cat would; darting politely and intricately back and forth as she contemplated every syllable.

You went on to talk for what felt like hours, 3 minutes tops in her shimmering bubble of light, as she released it, caressing your soft locks before pressing your lips against hers.

The feeling of her warm body against yours would make anyone swoon, the way her movements rocked yours, like oceans waves deep beneath the surface - you could've sworn it had all been a dream if it weren't for the eyes on that woman. They could shake anyone down through their core.

She shifts her body weight on top of you, before your hands meet hers at your thighs, pulling them back behind her back - you move your left leg assertively between hers. She gasps, taken aback with her curt little grin before suddenly my hand moved off of her, wrist over wrist fastened neatly behind her back with the effortless twitch of a finger. "I don't make habits of… that."

She said before returning your hands to her hips releasing control back to your hands, with the brush of the bridge of her nose against yours.

'—Not when I know what you could do to me with that infatuating demure and pouty lip of yours. There might be a few things I'd let the little witch do to me~.`

Her confident purr hung in the air for merely two beats, before her eyes widened, your hand gripping more generously than just her waist.

" And when, I persuade you?"

Your voice, the only breath of space between your lips, before your tongue is slipping into her mouth, capturing every gasp. Before returning your fingers to her black laced panties, her wetness gleams breathtakingly against your fingers. The moonlight shimmers across their surface before taking them into your mouth, sucking on her warm sweetness gently. Who was she to deny you in her condition, after kissing you the way she did, she bit her lip, nodding in hungering approval. Your hand presses, caressing against the lace, gliding your fingers across her begging slit, your dexterous tips shifting her panties towards the crease of her inner thigh. Gliding across her core, the palm of your hand glides in careful pressure, feeling the wetness slick your skin as you encircle her clit in a slow, clockwork motion. Pressing deeper against her heat, your fingers move to slip —just he tip, at the peak of her entrance - her sudden short whimper causing you to slip completely inside of er. Her arousing gasps exhaust, warming your hot, blushing face. Her legs open for you, wrapping her ankles around your calves, pressing her forehead gently to yours. Your heart skips, before curling forward to inspect her g spot. Massaging it gently, you feel the tender arousal that has built over the evening - what seemed to only be an hour or so by the time dinner had ended. Her sounds were like magics getting you drunk off of the sound of her, her soft sultry whimpers.

Your body practically tingled, a relaxed mist of drunkenness slipping between your muscles. A powerfully quiet reign of silence captured you together, aside from your intense breathes. Entangling your your movements, you drew in closer, pressing her hips against yours. Her gasp ignites you to flex your fingers, adjusting your thumb over her clit before taking a deep, and smiling inhale, as you begin to massage her aching. The drawn out circles make her shiver and moan, yearning cloaking her limb and curling toes. Her moans seem to melt her seriousness, her smile drifts leisurely, melting her usually neutral expressions. Her cheeks and eyes soften as you watch them travel up your stomach and chest. Waning like the light of the moon, her sounds wane quiet, then grow as your swirling fingers build her from intense slowness and adoring to desperate for kisses. Her lips draw up to yours and for the moment you forget what it is to be alive. Your name, what it is to live and sleep and breathe. In this moment you connect so deeply… that it feels as though you have become truly apart of everything.

"Good..?"

You manage to whisper, hazily easing her orgasm as you slip her off your fingers, melting in a puddle beneath you, your own coming to a blissfully and numbing lull. Her expression looks much softer than what you are used to seeing. In fact, it crosses Zelda's mind to pull you closer to kiss her, but in this moment there is so much more suddenly swirling within her. The Earth shattering affliction, having moved her in some way, her fingers shake to open her lighter. You assist her, small flames emerging from your lips as you lean towards her. This was not something you had done before, but as you lean towards the cigarette, it ignites, crackling embers singing it's stick as ringlets of smoke circle her face. If it wasn't for her eyes on you, perhaps you wouldn't have known - but it was as if everything had just replayed for her again just now, a slight shiver rippling across her skin as she lets a small smirk appear on her lips, nodding to answer your pondering.

"You're incredibly talented little seer"

Zelda smiles, taking another drag of her cigarette.

It could've been any day, any morning, but this morning you had spent here with Zelda, had been a fleeting favorite. You both had awoken with such warm radiance, only a time distorted evening could begin to assist. Enough time was spared, the sun still not risen, to share a bath and biscuit with coffee while getting ready for the afternoon's engagements. You rearranged your purse on your armour, before feeling the woman brushed past you - then Zelda's grip began to tighten on your forearm.

"You will look for a message from me"

Her words pressed coldly to your ear causing you to turn to her and scrunch your face against her wet nose, her hair fixed up in a pinned bun, something you had gotten off of your nightstand; An Ethiopian fire opal with braided silver and the sliver of a moan at its side. Her eyes sparkle in the dim candlelit bathroom before the two of you dressed, fastening the buttons on one another's backs. Of course Zelda did the writing trick on the armoire doors and pulled out a high necked, black dress with victorian sleeves and skirting. Black lace trimming her wrists and neckline, each crease anointed itself with acidic black pearls. Hues of purples, greens, and yellows swirling towards their center.

"Do you suppose we will have time with Sundays lesson preparations and - blasted. The Litha fires…"

Zelda grumbled under her breath, leaning back to gaze upon you, before a cigarette appeared, smoking between her lips.

"What is it?"

You turn to face her, eyeing the lin fastened neatly in her hair before adjusting your own olive draping skirt and black button up top (with buttons along its spine) in turtleneck fashion, as well as dramatic waving ruffles down the breast. I pin my earrings before swinging my legs towards her, the light of her popping embers catching my eye.

"Next Weekend will be the Litha fires ceremony and I've hardly prepared - I was going to ask if we'd have time for our check-ins Sunday with lesson planning, and preparation for the Litha fires, and I completely lost the notion that the time had arrived so quickly. Would you be interested in helping to prepare me for the Litha fires advent st the academy - and before you answer - I' would like to spend some time working on my practicing' ,"

The proud woman erects her spine, ashing into the abalone shell in front of her before eyeing the clock and clutching her cost at the side of her chair.

"I'll be honest with you, I'm a bit nervous at the alignment of our ways - my practices and yours"

Her eyes connect with yours, her handsome wrinkled brow and vivid green eyed piercing mine as if to hold me from the inside

"Your perspective and supernatural excellence will be welcome amongst our Coven."

She affirms, a shock hitting my system miss my spiral sparks into a sprinting rhythm, as I notice the Directrix leaning forward, clasping my knee with her forefinger and thumb, rubbing the side of my thigh reassuringly - and I swear to you the shivers up my spine are her… ecstasy.

I'm spellbound.

She gasps, in delicious ecstasy. The gorgeous yearning that devours her, nipping at the peak of her need for you. Watching you wince at her touch sent a sudden luscious warmth between her thighs as hot blush mists her cheeks pulling you closer to her betwixt the sheets, adjusting to adjust a curl behind your ear, kissing your soft neck.

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Each morning you wake up to the birds. To the call of ducks, and mourning doves, the laugh of happy seagulls and the huddles of mother black capped chickadees, their newly fed younglings, anointed with coats of dashing young feathers. Mornings are the inevitable dawning of the sun. The primal ceremony of singing beetles and stretching dragonflies. The chorus of fed, shimmering frogs, and dew diamonded sweet grass. Mornings are the declaration of nature. Conquering and choosing to wake up and chorus every morning. A ball of fire circles in space around us and we rejoice for the warmth of it's rays every single day.

For me, it is the warmth of your smile each morning that feels like the birds song and sunshine on my face.

We may not know it yet, but I think waking up to warm beaches with you, feels like heaven. Perhaps it's the fiery licking locks of her sunshine hair. The golden warmth of her smile, and eyes like young juniper sprigs against the belly of a young buck. Her laugh, warming my belly like sleepy temple kisses from your lover. I am choosing to trust in the universe - when I understand the feeling growing inside of me, and feel myself yearning to say - she is a woman I can see home in.

The morning sun begins just to rise, far earlier than anyone on a weekend would allow, but with only the peak of your blinds, you urge yourself to make coffee with the twist of your fingers, brewing into your warm teakettle. It was gorgeous mornings like these, with a fantastic woman tangled in you sheets, that you realize the world is to be taken by storm. Tea, then coffee for Zelda.

(A little known fact and intuition you picked up on during a collection of kisses post coital… her thinking about breakfast with you the next morning. - meant everything to you.)

[lesbianologist]

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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[undercoveravenger]

All That’s Left to Do

Pairing: Nick Scratch x Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Original Request: “Hi if you are still doing request could I ask for a nick scratch x reader where nick is talking to Sabrina his boyfriend’s best friend about telling him about magic and everything. But when he gets the nerves to tell him his boyfriend already knows and is like “come on nick it’s not that hard to figure out, we live in greendale weird things happen everyday and my best friend and boyfriend are terrible liars” sorry if it’s bad.”

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“Nick, if you’re serious about (M/N) then you need to tell him,” Sabrina said calmly, watching Nick pace the length of the living room at the Spellman Mortuary, wringing his hands nervously. “If you don’t tell him, he’s going to figure it out himself and he’s going to be mad.”

Nick let out a torn grumble, “I know that,” he said. “But I also know that it might not go well. It didn’t for you and Kinkle.” He knew that bringing up his friend’s breakup was a low blow, but with how worried he was about telling you the truth. He’d been dating you for a couple months now, since just after he met you when he came to help the Spellman’s protect the town from the Greendale Thirteen. Nick had known all along that if he meant to stay with you in the long-term that he would have to be honest about who and what he was, but he’d never been more afraid of being himself.

“As much as I hate to say it,” the blonde started, tugging absent-mindedly at the hem of her sweater as she studied him. “You and (M/N) aren’t me and Harvey. I think the two of us were meant to fall apart, but not you two.”

Nick stopped in his tracks, turning to look back at the witch. “You think so?” He could feel his resolve strengthening when she nodded. He took a deep breath, biting his lip, “I need to go,” with that, he vanished, but Sabrina knew just where he was headed.

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Nick knew that he tended to appear out of nowhere relatively often around you, but he was always a little surprised when you failed to react to his sudden appearances.

“Hi, Nick,” you greeted from your place sprawled out across your bed, not even looking up from your comic book at your boyfriend’s entrance. “What brings you by?”

His brows furrowed as he came to sit beside you on your bed, “How’d you know it was me?”

“It’s not that difficult,” you chuckled, looking up from your book, “Besides, I’ve gotten used to you showing up out of nowhere,” you teased.

“About that,” Nick started, hesitating for a moment, but he knew that he had to come clean. “You know it’s not just that I’m sneaky, right?”

You rolled your eyes, continuing your reading as you talked to your boyfriend. “Of course I do.”

“I don’t think you do,” Nick retorted, keeping his eyes lowered like he was afraid to see how you would react. “I literally appear out of nowhere. Like, by magic.”

You nodded absent-mindedly, “I know, babe.”

Nick’s brows furrowed, beginning to grow frustrated by your dismissive tone. “No, you don’t know! (M/N), I can do magic; I’m a warlock.”

You sighed, marking your page and then setting aside your comic. “Babe, I do know. I have for a while. I know about you and the Spellman’s and Theo’s boyfriend- It’s not a big deal. I know that you’d never hurt me.”

Nick stared at you incredulously, struggling for a long moment to think of what to say. “I’ve been panicking over telling you for weeks and you knew?! How did you know?”

“It’s Greendale, Nick,” you laughed, reaching for his hand and tugging him closer. You pressed a kiss to his knuckles before settling back into your previous position. “Weird things happen every day; finding out that you have magic hasn’t even cracked the top ten of the strangest things to happen this week.”

“Oh,” Nick said, though it was clear there were a million other things he wished he could’ve said. “Right.”

You rolled your eyes, tugging Nick down to lay beside you, “Babe, you being a modern-day Houdini isn’t something to worry about. Magic has always been a part of you, now it’s just another part for me to fall in love with.”

Nick couldn’t help but smile as he curled up against your side, watching as you went back to reading. Now he realized that he had had no reason to worry; all of his secrets were out in the open and nothing had changed. Now all there was left to do was to be happy with you.

[imaginefan]

Offer Still Stands

Caliban X Reader

Word Count: 1171

Requested: Anon

Request: Being confident and sarcastic all the time but when Caliban comes around your mood changes a little you tend to be rude to him to hide that you like him. One shot.

You were probably the most witch-like human friend that Sabrina had, you were sarcastic and very strong-willed, you weren't easily scared so when Sabrina found out about her witch heritage you were the one that she was least scared to tell and you didn't really say too much about it, it was a shock to you but that was all finding out that all of that existed didn't make you change the way that you lived or the people that you talked to. Now most of Sabrina's problems didn't directly affect you and to be fair her latest fight to be Queen Of Hell didn't affect you either but when she came to you with her problem you were there to listen and to provide what seemed to you obvious advice.

"So what you're telling me is that there's a guy who claims that he should be King Of Hell?" You asked. "Yeah, he proposed a competition." She answered. "And?" You asked. "Well that's it" She answered. "Whoever wins rules." "Well then win." You shrugged. "Caliban was born in Hell how can I hope to beat him?" Sabrina asked. "By bringing a new kind of you to the table, I know you can do it, I've seen you do it. Remember that you have magic to use it." You said, she looked at you and you smiled "I know that you can win but I think that's what scares you."

You didn't hear anything more from Sabrina after that, you hoped that she had taken your advice on board but you weren't one to sit around worrying you asked Harvey and the rest when you saw them but it was becoming harder and harder to find them as well. One night you were sitting on your bed when Sabrina and another boy appeared in your room "Sabrina." You greeted her and then you looked at the other boy that had appeared with her, she watched you quietly. "He's the guy isn't he?" You asked. "How do you know that?" He asked as he looked you up and down. "You have the confidence of someone who wants to be king." You answered crossing your arms over your chest. "Caliban." He introduced himself and you looked at him and raised an eyebrow as he put his hand out, you didn't take it, you looked at Sabrina (mostly because you feared that if you looked at him any longer you were going to cave). "What are you doing here 'Brina, you usually stop by when you need something." You said as you leant up against your bedpost, by now Caliban had started to look around your room, you assumed this was the first time that he'd seen a human room and the wonder that took over his face almost made you smile. "Well actually it's Harvey and Theo, they need our help, they asked me to get you." She answered. "So why have you brought the prince of hell then?" You asked. "He might be able to help." She answered. "Yeah for something in exchange, this could be how he gets you to forfeit." You informed her and she sighed. "Let's just see what happened." Sabrina said and you sighed before nodding and told her that you'll meet her outside when you were ready.

When you got to Harvey's you realised that the situation was more dire then you though, Ros had been turned to stone and Sabrina had no idea how to fix it "I might be able to help your friend." You looked over at Caliban. "In exchange for?" You asked. "I have a proposal that I wish to make away from the courts of Hell, if my Queen were to entertain it then I would help your friend." He explained. "What do you know about turning stone to flesh?" Sabrina asked. "I'm made of clay" He reminded her. "I'm sorry made of clay?" You asked. "Mmm." He hummed as he looked at you again with a smirk on his face. "If he can save Ros." Harvey jumped in. "I'll do it." Sabrina agreed. "We'll need a mutual party." He looked at you and you rolled your eyes before standing up. "Let's go." You ordered.

You had taken a seat at the farthest end of the room from the two bickering royals but the moment that they started talking about the proposal you listened, you listened to them argue about marriage until he proposed something else "What about marrying someone that you can trust." He suggested. "Who do you know that I trust?" She asked and then you felt them looking at you. "No" You answered and they both raised an eyebrow. "I'm not marrying anyone."  They had assumed that you weren't listening considering you were looking at your phone. "Well then maybe we should just save your friend, your hearts may soften to me after." He said as he handed Sabrina the book. "Mm yeah sure." You muttered. A trip to the highschool and one failed offering later you were jumping in the middle of Caliban and Harvey to stop a fight "Okay I don't think this is helping anyone!" You pushed Harvey while using your body to stop Caliban from moving forward. "I should kick your ass." Harvey threatened. "Harvey I swear to god if you don't calm down, I'll kick your ass." You warned him as Sabrina walked towards Theo and Robin who you were vaguely aware of having a conversation. Robin explained that there was another way that you could try and get Ros back but there was no guarantee that he was going to work out in your favour. Sabrina decided that she was going to ask for some help from someone at the school before telling all of you to go home. "Be careful Sabrina."

You'd just walked into your bedroom when you realised that Caliban was sitting on your bed "what the hell are you doing here?" You asked. "Don't worry, I'm just here to thank you." He answered. "Thank me?" You asked. "For protecting me from your mortal friend... Not that I needed it." He shrugged and you rolled your eyes. "You started off strong there, you really did." You sighed as you dropped your bag on the floor and walked over to your desk chair. "Is there something else?" "Why?" He asked. "You hadn't shown much care for my safety before that." "Maybe it wasn't your safety I was worried about." You shrugged. "Then why threaten him and not me?" He asked. "I can threaten you if that's what you want." You informed him and he smirked. "I like you." He said. "That's nice, now if you don't mind I have things that I need to be getting on with." You informed him as you turned away from him, you heard him get up and you held your breath as he got closer. "The offer still stands." He said softly his lips next to your ear and when you turned he was gone.

Requests and general question!

[jadegrey711]

It’s your Voodoo Working

Caliban x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello my loves. I’m slowly getting through my requests and one of them requested I do another Caliban oneshot. Which i was more than happy to do since there is so little of him. I tried making it passionate but then a song gave me this other idea for him and i just love writing him as a mischievous little shit. 

Also apparently making something passionate means long as fuck. Also by the end of this I just wasn’t feeling the smut so i kind of cut it out. I’m not really feeling my writing very much these days but I hope you guys still enjoy this. 

Word Count: 2787

*NOT MY GIF*

Anon: Can you pls do another Caliban smut but maybe this time it’s like passionate as shit? Thank you, love your writing!!

Song Inspiration:

It’s your voodoo working - Charles Sheffield 

Feel Me - Mecca Kalani 

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The very first time you laid your eyes on him, you had to admit he was breathtaking. You stood there in awe as he appeared before you and the rest of the Fright Club in a ball of whirling fire. Once he fully materialized in front of all of you, he immediately turned to Sabrina.

“Sabrina.” He regarded her with an easy smile.

“Caliban.” She regarded him in turn, her voice laced with ice. But his smile never wavered.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of you summoning me here, Sabrina?”

“My friends and I need your help, Caliban; in defeating a most foul eldritch beast.” Sabrina said, before she gestured towards us and you watched as Caliban regarded each of you. Starting with Roz, Harvey, Theo and then he turned his attention towards you; his mossy green eyes met yours and that lazy smile returned to his handsome face.

“Enchanted.” He purred as he drank you in and let the room sit in silence for a beat before he continued, looking away from you and back to Sabrina.

“You know my help doesn’t come free Sabrina.”

Sabrina outwardly groaned. “Name your price.” She said with a wave of her hand as if that’ll make him spit out his demands faster so she can move on with her life.

“I don’t require much. All I require is your name, fair maiden.” He purred, taking your hand in his before he placed a kiss upon your knuckles.

“Oh damn.” You heard Roz whisper beside you.

Sabrina however, looked extremely irritated. “Come on Caliban you expect me to believe that all you want in exchange for your help is my friend’s name? You must want something else. You can’t have Y/-” Just as Sabrina was about to say your name Caliban cut her off.

“I want her name and I want it from her own lips.” he said an edge of danger in his voice, before he looked back to you, his hand still holding yours in his grasp.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest like a bird in a cage and wet your lips with your tongue before you spoke. “Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He whispered your name almost reverently, letting your name roll across his tongue. “It suits you.” He smiled, and that smile made you feel like you had just made the biggest mistake telling him your name.

That first encounter was over a month ago and in that time Caliban was true to his word to his word. He had helped in any capacity he could to aid you in defeating this horror you all were facing. However, in that same amount of time Sabrina had figured out his true intentions for being so helpful. Word on the hellish grapevine was that hell had been lonely for the new king, since he and Sabrina had locked up dear old dad and he wanted a queen for himself, and was setting his eyes upon you.

Sabrina warned you, to stay away that he was the definition of a bastard and to not put it past him that he would not simply take his mortal bride like Hades did to Persephone. You tried to shake off the chill as you imagined Caliban rising from the cracked earth, his strong hands gripping you closely to his body as he dragged you to his kingdom of nightmares.

Also within that month you tried avoiding him like the plague, but it seemed no use; Caliban was everywhere you turned, like gum stuck on your shoe. He would meet you outside of your lecture halls, stay close to you at the academy’s library brushing his hands against yours, sometimes leaning in to whisper something close to your ear.

It was starting to become so difficult to keep your blood from not warming at the smallest of his touches, or even just the feeling of his presence as he walked into a room. You felt yourself going mad at each of those little touches and how when he would walk up behind you, leaning over your shoulder to see what your were doing; you found the temptation to just push your body back into his achingly warm one harder to resist. It was like he was working some kind of voodoo on your body, making it so you craved him, wanted him with every fiber of your being; until he didn’t need to wrap his arms around you and steal you away to his kingdom. No. You were going to throw yourself into his arms at the very mention of taking you away.

*****

Today he was working his voodoo again, he came up behind you and placed his hands on your hips. You tried not to moan out right at the feeling of his large warm hands on your waist, making you immediately conjure up images of what he could do with those hands.

“How are you today, lovely Y/N?” He whispered in your ear.

You steeled yourself before your answered him. “I’ll be better when you get your hands off of me.” you tried to say it with menace but there was no bite in your voice.

“Why would I want to do that?” he nuzzled his nose in your hair just behind your ear before he whispered. “I think my hands belong here and I think your hands belong on me. Don’t you agree?”

“No.” you said shakily. You looked around the academy’s library but no one was here, not even Sabrina. No one was here to save you from the eclipsing fog filling your head that was Caliban.

“Come on Y/N.” he said nuzzling your hair again, making goosebumps run down your arms and your back erupt with a spine tingling shiver. “Why do you keep denying what we have here? I’ve seen the carnal lust in your eyes from the very moment that we met, just as you’ve seen it in mine. So, why fight it?”

You steeled yourself as your turned in Caliban’s arms, facing him now; those moss green eyes focused acutely on your body. Taking in the way your chest heaved up and down with each deep steadying breath you took, your breasts barely brushing against his chest with every breath. He took in the sound of your heartbeat rapidly increasing as he kept staring at you, observing you, devouring the image of you.

“I know what you want from me. And it’s not just carnal, as you love to say.” You said, trying not to notice the heat radiating from his body, or the way your nipples were aching peaks as you gazed back into those jade eyes.

Caliban licked his lips, stepping just a hair closer to you and closing the small space between your bodies. “And what is it that I truly want from you Y/N?” he asked as he reached up and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Sabrina told me about you and your desire for some meek mortal bride. Someone to use and frighten for eons.” You said, trying to calm your increasing heartbeat.

“Do I frighten you Y/N?” he asked, his eyebrow quirked up in question.

“No.” You said, feeling the truth of it ring out in your voice.

“I’m glad to hear that.” He said before pausing for a breath, leaning down to place a small kiss against your cheek, and felt that small kiss shoot through your entire body like a lightning strike. “Sabrina has heard right, I am looking for a queen. But, you’re wrong about wanting a meek woman by my side, someone like that wouldn’t last five seconds. No.” he said as he placed another kiss but this time on the other cheek.

You should push him away from you, wipe his gentle kisses off with disgust but you couldn’t fight the increasing warmth that seemed to radiate deeper into your bones and soul with each small kiss he gave you.

“I wanted someone strong and fiery. Someone who would defy me at every turn.” He placed a kiss against your neck on your rapid pulse, making you gasp. “This makes me a bit of a masochist I know this. But, I wanted a woman, not a girl and when I first saw you Y/N, I knew instantly that you were that woman and from that moment on I’ve desperately wanted to see a crown placed on your head.” He finished, placing a kiss on the other side of your neck.

“Caliban.” You whispered, biting your bottom lip hard.

“You don’t have to love me Y/N, not now that’ll come in time” Caliban said breathily as his soft kisses on your neck became more desperate, and started to feel your resolve weaken as Caliban’s spell on your was finally working it’s magic on you. “Just let me love you right now.” Caliban said his voice husky. “Please Y/N.” That’s when you realized he was asking your permission. His hands were starting to roam over your body, igniting your even hotter as they lifted up your shirt slightly in their exploration, and skin touched skin.

But with one word from you, he’d stop; you knew that. But did you actually want him to stop? His large hands grabbed your ass by the handfuls and you knew that was most definitely not the case.

You reached up with trembling hands and dug your fingers into those luscious blonde locks, hearing Caliban moan as you gently pulled on them. His eyes never left yours as you nodded slowly to him, telling him exactly what you wanted; that you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

Caliban’s lips crashed against yours, and you felt his heat fully envelope you as you opened your mouth to his invading tongue, letting yours meet his in a dance of dominance. With your hands still deep in his blonde locks, you pulled him closer to you, wanting to feel every part of his body against yours.

Caliban’s hands roamed back down your back and ass until they reached the back of your thighs and you took that as a signal to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. He smiled against your lips and starting walking away from the table you were originally by and closer towards the massive fireplace in the library. Without breaking the kiss Caliban brought the both of you in front of the fireplace and sat down on the rug in front of it, having you straddle his lap.

Caliban’s lips pulled away from yours only so they could attach themselves to your neck, placing soft kisses there before those soft kisses turned to harsh sucks. You craned your neck to the side to give him more access as you delved your fingers into his luscious locks. You felt Caliban’s hands roam down your back and gently squeezed your ass, making you smile before you felt his fingers grab the edges of your shirt and as they roamed back up your back he was bringing up your shirt. You helped him out by bringing up your arms and then your shirt was on the floor next to you.

You watched as Caliban took in the sight of your exposed body with such an intensity in his eyes that it made you blush all over. You watched with equal intensity as Caliban lowered his head to your breasts and kissed the tops of them, his hands reaching behind you once again to undo the clasp of your bra with ease. He looked mesmerizing as he watched it slip from your shoulders and you placed it with your shirt.  

Caliban started to lower his head again but you stopped him. “Wait.” You said biting your lip. “I want to see you.” You said as you grabbed the edge of his shirt and lifted it off of him and watched as his shirt joined yours in the ever growing pile of clothes next to you.

You reach your hands out hesitantly to touch him, and heard a low groan come from between his plush lips as your hands rested at the top of his chest. You ran your hands down him feeling every muscle tighten as you explored his grooves and scars.

“You’re beautiful.” You whispered. “If you truly were made from clay as Sabrina says, I think you were perfectly sculpted.”

“Oh, Y/N. I think you’ll be the death of me.” he groaned and suddenly you felt the sensation of falling and your head met with the soft rug underneath you. You watched as Caliban hovered over you, situating himself between your legs and drinking you in.

Caliban let out a small sigh. “I may be beautiful yes this is true.” He said, a small smirk growing on his face and you smiled at his arrogance, fighting the urge to give his arm a smack. “But my beauty is nothing compared to you and especially to you in this moment laid out before me like a goddess. I pale in comparison.” He said and lowered his head back to you neck and you instinctively moved it to the side to giving him more access to you. You watched in wonder as Caliban’s kisses started moving lower, kissing the tops of your collarbones, his tongue tracing down your sternum and to the valley of your breasts, his hair all the while tickling you as he moved lower.

You let out a gasp as you felt Caliban’s tongue trace circles around your harden nipple before bringing it into his mouth and sucking. The sensation of his mouth around you and his tongue flicking at your nipple made your back arch into his mouth, desperately wanting more.

Suddenly, you felt Caliban’s hands on the tops of your jeans and began unbuttoning them as he began lavishing your other breast with the same devotion.

His hands were agile and he finished undoing the buttons of your jeans and began pulling them down; at the same time his lips were beginning to move further down your body.

You felt the heat in your body spike as you realized what Caliban was planning to do to you next. “Caliban.” You sounded breathy, as his name came out almost as a plea. You wanted him to end his slow methodical torture and just wanted to take you, make you his. But as Caliban pulled away from you and brought your legs up to start pulling off your jeans, you realized he had other plans for you.

He gently pulled away your jeans and panties all at once, being so gentle as he took your feet out of each one of the pant legs, before tossing your panties and jeans both to the side; leaving you completely bare under him. He kept your legs up and by his face and never broke eye contact with you as he took one leg and began kissing you, starting from your ankle and working down till he got to your inner thigh.

“Caliban, please.” You heard yourself beg. But beg for what? Him to stop or for him to never stop?

“What do you want princess?” he asked his voice a low growl, as he started kissing your other leg, working down it slowly placing kisses on your ankles, behind your knees, working to your inner thighs again.

“I feel like you’re torturing me. You’ve been torturing me this whole month and now now you’re killing me.”

You watched as he lowered himself to settle in between your thighs, feeling breathless and needy.

He smiled at you his eyes locking onto yours as you felt those soft lips kiss you intimately. “There’ll be no more torture Y/N. Once you’ve given yourself fully over to me you will only know bliss.” He murmured against your inner thighs, kissing down both of them before he continued licking at you; his tongue flicked your clit and you felt your back lift from the ground.

“Caliban.” You pleaded, digging your fingers in his hair, almost as if you wanted to pull him away or push him closer to you. “Caliban, I need you, I want you, I want to give in to you.”

With that Caliban stopped and pulled away from your quaking center, making you whimper from the loss of contact. His eyes seemed to glow with the intensity they held in them. “Do you mean it? Because if you do, there’s no going back. You’re mine and I am yours.”

“I mean it.” You say with a sincerity that surprised you and felt a smile bloom across your face as Caliban wrapped you up in him and sealed your fate.

[cosmic-x-kisses]

Relax

A Lilith x reader Oneshot

I don't know how to describe this one! Just some nice fluffy Lilith content. She’s had a hard day, let her rest. :(

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Lilith leans back in the bathtub, surrounded by a mound of bubbles and rose petals, the room was pitch black, with only the orange glow of candles to accompany her. She sighed in relief, relishing the peace of the grand bathroom and slowly closing her eyes until she hears a polite knock at the door.

Tap, tap

She groaned, fearing the worst. “Yes?” She replied hesitantly.

The demoness was pleasantly surprised when you walk in timidly, holding a glass of wine. “Hi.” You grin at the brunette. “I got you a drink, I thought you could do with one after today.” You reply making your way to her and setting the glass down on her neat little tray. She looked up with a smile. “You’re a star... thank you, my love.” She leans up, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “You’re perfect.” She crinkled her nose at you, earning a chuckle. “Alright alright... enjoy-“ you stood, leaning towards her and booping her nose but she huffed, grabbing your arm.

“Stay?”

You looked at her in disbelief, slowly sitting down. “I thought you wanted some quiet?”

“Yes, but...” she awkwardly avoided your gaze, sighing lightly again.

“Okay.” You smile, cupping her cheek. “I’ll stay.”

Her face lit up again and she lightly kissed your palm. “You could join me if you wanted to.” She beamed up at you. “Oh, no it’s okay.” You replied. “I’ve disturbed your bath time enough.” Lilith scoffed rolling her eyes. “I asked you to stay.”

You laughed, kissing her nose. “Lean back, I’ll wash your hair.”

Lilith complied, leaning her head back in the water to wet it as you scoot behind her, squeezing her rose shampoo into your hands before running your hands through her hair, gently scratching her scalp. She shut her eyes again, letting out a shaky breath as she leans into your touch. You chuckle, carrying on. “You okay there?” She hums in reply, slowly opening her eyes and inspecting your arms, taking in your frame.

“What’s this?” She eyes at a particularly purple bruise on your bicep, softly running her fingers over it.

You start to rinse her hair gently. “Oh, arm wrestling with Purson. We had a bet.” You lean forward and kiss her forehead. “It’s okay! It’s just a little bruise.”

She snarled slightly, crossing her arms. “They’re too rough with you.”

You roll your eyes this time. “It was a silly bet, Lils.” She huffed again, laying back down in the bath and looking up at you. ”If they hurt you again, you’re to come straight to me.” You laugh, cupping her face again. ”It's okay to admit you're jealous.”

Lilith gasped, frowning up at you. ”I’m not jealous, you’re mine.” She furrowed her brow.

”Mhm!” you reply, stroking her cheek with your thumb, making her lean gently into your hand again and look at you lovingly. ”... I still think you should get in.”

”I don’t want to bother you, Lily.”

She whined loudly. ”I’m asking you to get in, Y/N.” She raises her eyebrows.

”Okay! Okay fine.” You huff, pulling away from her and walking over to the laced screen on the other side of the room to get undressed. “I’ve seen you undress before you don’t have to hide!” She smirked, taking a sip of wine as she called over to you. “Shut up!” You call back, kicking off your clothes before walking over to her and sinking into the bath across from her. “Judas!” You shriek. “Is this water hot enough?”

Lilith chuckles, leaning towards you and brushing a loose hair behind your ear. “It’s perfect, and so are you.” She pulled you gently towards her by your hair, smirking softly before leaning in and kissing your lips tenderly, keeping a firm grip on the back of your hair. You breathe out shakily, wrapping your arms around her neck, dancing your fingers lightly across her nape. She gently moved away, nose touching yours.

”I love you.”

”I love you too, Lilith.”

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Archie answered the door with a surprising smile that spread across his face. "Well, well, well. Look at what the black cat dragged in. If it isn't Y/N Spellman."

Y/N smiled. "Archibald Andrews. Do my eyes deceive me, or did you get hot?"

The other male chuckled shyly and shrugged his shoulders. "I've been working out."

"You certainly have."

"Thanks for coming. I know you didn't have to, but thanks."

"Don't be ridiculous, Archie. And I'm sorry about your father. He was a good man." Y/N said.

"He was." Archie agreed. "But right now, there's a problem here in Riverdale that only a witch can solve."

"Which is why I'm here. Sabrina sends her regards of not being able to be here too. But don't worry, I have a trick or two up my sleeve." He winked and walked inside as Archie closed the door.

[hannaswritingblog]

Imagine: being a werewolf and hiding it from Sabrina Spellman, your crush

Fandom: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Requested by @perfectartisanwerewolf [x]

Initially meant to be a ficlet - transition to an imagine explained here. Thank you for understanding.

Hiding your true self can get hard. It's even harder when you have to hide it from the people important to you. You may wish to be completely honest with them, but it's not the greatest option when it most likely will scare them away.

That's why it's always been easier to just hide the fact you're a werewolf from Sabrina. No matter how tough it was to be on your own with what you are, it's better than risking losing her, especially since you realised you developed a crush on her.

It's another day when you know you're going to transform later on. Your plan is to just stay at your house and peacefully go through the process. You know from experience that it's going to hurt and maybe it'd be better to have someone trusted by your side, but you've gone through it on your own so many times already, you had a chance to get used to it.

What interrupts your plan for the night is... Sabrina asking you out.

'Hey, Y/N!' she approaches you when you see each other that day. 'Would you like to go out tonight? There's a new movie coming out, I thought you'd like to see it.'

Your heart skips a beat when you realise this could be your chance with her, and another when it occurs to you this is the worst night possible for her to ask this question.

'Um... Sorry, but I can't.'

'Why?' she asks, sounding disappointed. 'Don't you want to go out with a friend?'

'Brina, I wish I could... I already have plans for tonight though.'

'Oh. Okay. Next time, then. But let me know if you're able to go, okay?'

'Sure.'

You head back home, hurting from the idea of having to reject your crush. Why did she have to ask on this specific day? Even tomorrow would've been much, much better.

Once your transformation starts, the memory of talking to Sabrina slowly fades away as the physical pain starts to creep in. The last thing you can clearly remember is hearing someone knocking at your door and managing to escape through the back door, hoping not to hurt them.

Once you regain consciousness after the transformation, you realise you're in Sabrina's room. She's sitting next to you on her bed, holding your hand.

'What am I doing here?' you ask faintly, trying to sit up.

'Shhh, lay down,' she says. 'I brought you here when you started transforming back.'

'Did I hurt you?'

'No. But... I might've hurt you,' Sabrina admits, pointing at your arm wrapped in a bandage. 'I didn't think you could be a werewolf, I wanted to defend myself... and you. I'm sorry.'

'Don't be, you couldn't have known.'

'I would, if only you told me. Why didn't you?'

You decide to be honest with Sabrina as you start talking:

'I didn't want to scare you away. You've been such a good friend to me and... I must admit, I have a crush on you. I was afraid you wouldn't want to be associated with me if you knew I was a werewolf, let alone be interested in me.'

'Oh, Y/N, why would you say that?', she exclaims as she goes to hug you. 'Your condition isn't up to you, there's no way I would reject you based on just that.'

You want to respond, but your voice gets stuck in your throat. All you can do is hug her back, hoping it's enough to let her know how grateful you are for having her in your life.

[the-neverletmegoxo]

The Fae and the Prince

Author: OK here we go! Part 4.. This took a little longer.. but i need to build up the upcoming carnival scene.. which in my opinion is going to be worth the wait! Enjoy! PS thank you for all the love i’ve been getting!! it really makes my heart warm! xoxo

Summary: Nightmares + Caliban + Tight Yellow Tees = TROUBLE.

Part 4:

You and Sabrina recited the opposite spell to get you back to her place. After you both grabbed something to eat from the kitchen, you went back up to her room. “Y/N, I told you to stay away from him.”

“Well, technically you told him to stay away from me.” She glared at you for your snide remark.

“I’m sorry. He came out of nowhere and then we were attacked by a Gallu—.”

“You were WHAT?!”

“Oh. Yeah.. I forgot to mention that.”

“Y/N, why didn’t you tell me? Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. To be honest, I don’t know if I would be if Caliban wasn’t there. He performed some spell and the Gallu vanished. If it wasn’t for him, I’m not sure I would be here right now.”

“Shit. I’m sorry. I should have never left you alone. It’s just this whole ‘Hell’ is literally driving me crazy and now Lilith says that Earth is ‘out of its original order’ and I have no idea what that means, but she said that the angels are going to be arriving soon if we don’t figure it out.”

“I think they’re coming either way,” you said under your breath.

“Y/N what are you talking about? How would you know?”

“Sabrina… there’s something you should know. Before I got here, my mom sat me down and shared some news with me.”

“What kind of news?” she looked at you with a worried grimace.

You went on to tell her everything. Your mom. Your dad. You. Glowing eyes ‘n all.

“Holy shit…” she said. She sat down on the bed, eyebrows raised. “How could you just now be telling me this?”

“I just found out, Sabrina. It took me a little bit to digest it and I didn’t know how you’d react. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I mean I get it. I didn’t tell you guys about being a which until last year. Just wow. Have you told anyone else? Please tell me Caliban doesn’t know.”

You gave her a sheepish grin.

“Y/N! Oh forevermore. Why! Why would you do that?”

“He knew! He figured it out. I mean not the entire story, but he knew that I wasn’t mortal, because of my aura and eyes..”

“Y/N he’s going to use this against us! He’ll figure out a way to get to me through you. I’m not sure how, but I wouldn’t put it past that hellfire little shit.”

“I don’t know if he will. Sabrina, for some reason and I have no idea why, I trust him. I feel something. I feel like he won’t hurt us.” You sat down next to her on the plush bed. “Also, I warned him not to use this information against us and you and your quest.”

“Oh sure! You warned the guy. He wouldn’t dare mess with you.”

“Sabrina…”

“I’m sorry, it’s just I don’t have a good feeling about that Caliban.”

“I know, but you can trust me.” She put her arm around you and you leaned in for the hug. “I know, I know. Ok, let’s get some rest, we’ve got a big day tomorrow with the carnival and all. And I’ve got to find that crown.”

The two of your got ready for the long awaited slumber and shortly after climbed into bed. Sabrina quickly dozed off, for she had a long day dealing with the hell kings and her reforms. You couldn’t help but picture those eyes of his. Those same eyes that stared at you in the forest. Those eyes that looked deeply into yours after the two of you nearly been killed. After some time of imagining you different scenarios, you finally fell asleep.

--

You were running. Running from what, you didn’t know. You looked up at the canopy of trees above you and realized you were in the Greendale forest. “How the hell did I get here?” you said breathlessly to yourself. Not seeing the large root in front of you, you lost your footing and landed on the forest’s floor.

The wind completely knocked out of you. Coughing and stumbling to get yourself back up, a force pushed you about twenty feet from where you fell. This time landing on your back, you saw what was hunting you. It was none other than a Hellhound, one of Satan’s minions chasing you. His bulging red eyes were staring right at you. The beast was huffing, from chasing after you. His four unnaturally, muscular legs outstretched ready to pounce on you. You lifted your upper body up, slowly, resting on your forearms. You turned your head to the right and then to left looking for something, anything that could kill this thing. You turned your head back again and saw Caliban standing right next to you about five feet away.

‘Caliban!’ you tried yelling. Nothing, nothing came out of you.

“Aww, love. You in a bit of mix-up?” Caliban said to you tauntingly.

Tears brimmed on the edge of your eyes. ‘Why isn’t he helping me?’ you thought.

“You see Y/N, I can’t help you. I am not permitted to. Even if I was, I do not know if I would because of how completely worthless you are. A fae and an angel. Two of the worst kinds of creatures. Your bloodline now is so utterly tainted I would never want to be with someone like you.”

You couldn’t believe it. The man you were falling in love with was literally leaving you to the dogs. How could he do that to you? The two of you shared something. The tears started rolling down your cheeks.

Caliban bent down and wiped away one of your tears with his thumb. “Love don’t cry. It’s just the beginning”, he said with an evil smile. “You may proceed dog.”

Just as the dog jumped on you, you jerked up from your pillow. Your chest was freckled with sweat.

You got up to go down to make a cup of chamomile tea to calm your nerves. “Just a dream. It wasn’t real”, you said as you sat down at the kitchen table. You took a few deep breaths, and went to take a sip of tea. You peered out the window. The sun was rising. ‘So much for a good night’s sleep’, you thought. You stood up to place the mug in the sink and make your way back up stairs to catch a few more hours of shuteye.

As you went to leave the kitchen, you felt a presence behind you. You didn’t dare look, for you were too shaken up by your dream. You ventured back upstairs without glancing through the window, where, without your knowledge, Caliban stood watching you.

--

The next morning, you and Sabrina got ready for the day. You threw on a plaid pinafore, a dark green turtleneck, some black tights, and a pair of boots that you had packed the night before. Sabrina wore a black turtleneck and a red plaid skirt. The two of you walked down to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. Sabrina told you she was going to spend the day with Nick, since he was somewhat back to normal from spending what seemed like forever in Hell. You told her you were going to try to have a normal day. Enjoy a lunch at Cerberus Books and catch up on some school readings.

After breakfast, the two of you parted ways and you made your way toward the café. Mythological stories had always been one of your favorite pastimes. Today you were rereading the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. You didn’t give the part about being stuck in Hell for all of eternity, when you read this story before, but now you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. Learning of your lineage, going to Hell, meeting Caliban, and now that dream.

‘Maybe this story wasn’t the best one to get your mind off the subject.’ You closed the leather-bound book and stood up to go get a chocolate milkshake, your favorite. When you turned to go to the register, you face planted into someone’s rock solid chest. You looked up. Caliban.

“Caliban!” you yelled in a hushed tone. “What in heaven’s name are you doing here?! In Greendale?”

“I came to see you, fae”, he said in a husky tone. He was wearing a tight yellow ringer tee, that accented every part of his arms, with tight blue jeans which mirrored the compliment to his lower half.

“A new nickname? Really?”

“Well, you won’t let me call you ‘love’ and besides fae suits you.”

“Fine, but you didn’t need to come all this way to tell me that. You do realize you’re in the moral world, right?”

“I do. I wanted to see what the fuss was all about; Sabrina won’t shut up about Greendale and you mortals. Well, I guess that doesn’t pertain to you anymore, does it fae?”

“Caliban, I don’t have time for this. I’m… studying.”

“Sure seems like you were getting a snack and reading—what’s this?” he went to pick up your book. “Ahh, Eurydice and Orpheus. Such a fool that Orpheus. If he had just trusted Hades, Eurydice and he would be enjoying life together as we speak.”

“Well it’s hard to trust someone like that right off the bat. Trust takes time”, you said looking down at the ground.

“You trust me right, fae?”

You didn’t answer his question. You snatched the book out of his hands and trudged to the register to order your dessert.

He followed you closely behind. “Why are you being so distant all of the sudden, fae?”

“No reason, I just told myself that today I was going to stay away from all things supernatural.”

“That’s a bit hard to do, considering you are part of that order,” he grabbed your shoulder and spun you around. “Talk to me. Please.”

“Caliban, I can’t. It’s just too much is going on right now and with you added to the mix, it just makes things really difficult. Besides, I have a carnival to get ready for.”

With that, you ditch the milkshake and Caliban along with it.

[glossyybabie]

insecurities are like lizard people

Summary: Zelda comforts you after a nightmare. Well, she tries, anyway. It’s the thought that counts.

Warnings: Nightmares. Mentions of insomnia. Self-esteem issues, I guess. It gets a little fluffy. And dumb, because I wrote it. Gender-neutral reader. SFW.

Word count: 836

Notes: Not the first fic I’ve written, but this is my first time posting to Tumblr, and also my first time writing anything x reader. And currently I’m just ajkskjdskdkskdjfskdjkj Zelda. No thoughts, head empty, Zelda.

You jolted awake, breathlessly panting into the darkened room. You could feel the frantic pounding of your heart against your ribcage, the sweat down your back, on your palms, on your face. Your nearly choking breaths were painfully loud in contrast to Zelda's quiet snores beside you.

Careful to avoid disturbing her sleep, you moved the duvet aside and climbed out of bed. The cold floor bit at the soles of your feet as you blindly entered the adjacent bathroom and closed the door.

You turned on one of the smaller lamps, not wanting to completely blind yourself before your eyes could adjust to the light. Head bent over the sink, you ran the tap and left your clammy hands underneath the cold stream of water for a few seconds. Splashing the water over your face had an instant calming effect. You felt your skin temperature reach something far more bearable than it had been just moments prior.

Turning off the tap, you leaned forward against the basin, unattentive eyes trained on the small tarnishes in the polished silver metal on the taps and the drain. You weren’t usually the type to get any kind of nightmares at all. Your sleep was typically pretty calm and uninterrupted — possibly the only few hours of peace and quiet you ever got — so nightmares often caught you completely off-guard whenever they decided to appear.

And usually they’d been pretty regular in nature too, like falling from a high building or being attacked by some monster you’d seen from a horror film, but never had you experienced one containing nothing but rejection before.

But it wasn’t like that nightmare had been uncalled for. When you compared yourself to your partner, it was enough to make you question whether anything between you two was genuine, or deserved to be so.

With your head still in a semi-confused space, like you were still partially dreaming, you turned the light back off, eyesight immediately adjusting to the pitch blackness, and climbed back into bed. The space you’d vacated hadn’t lost its warmth, and the small dent in the pillow from your head was still there.

“Did something happen?”

The sleepy murmur that came from beside you nearly frightened you out of your skin. Zelda had raised her head only slightly, eyes barely open, with her weight propped up against her elbows.

You tiredly shook your head and settled back into bed, attempting to resume your previous sleeping position. “Nothing. You can go back to sleep.”

She nodded, evidently not needing to be told twice, and rolled away from you to lay on her side. Her auburn hair was splayed across her pillow, yet somehow it never seemed to look tangled in the slightest, no matter how much she tossed and turned.

You shifted around so that you were laying on your back. Your eyes followed the simple random swirling patterns in the white ceiling above you.

“Zee?” you said quietly.

Zelda made a noise of acknowledgement, but only silence followed. You weren’t even sure how to begin to phrase or explain your feelings or your question. No words you could think of could summarise it in a way that would make sense, that would make your own thoughts and fears seem rational.

Bemused, Zelda turned back over. “What is it?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but found yourself struggling. Your eyes already felt heavy, but you had the feeling there wasn’t much more sleep to be had that night.

“Am I . . .” You hesitated, side-glancing at the powerful witch beside you, “am I even good enough for you? At all?”

Zelda sighed. “Are you really having a crisis of self now?”

“No, it’s fine.” You shook your head resignedly, pulling the sheets closer to yourself. “I’ll save it for tomorrow.”

There was another sigh, this one slightly deeper, as she turned over to face you, an arm draped over your waist. In fairness, with your half-lidded gaze still fixed on the ceiling, all she could see was half of your face.

“Worrying about things like that,” she began, her tone still sleepy and more relaxed than it usually was, “is like worrying that all of your loved ones are lizard people waiting to devour you any moment now. It’s just not true.”

You faintly smiled. “Lizard people?”

“Zip it, it’s 2 in the morning,” she retorted. She sleepily kissed your cheek as she settled back and closed her eyes. “Just sleep. Or don’t. Whatever you want, dear . . .”

“Thanks,” you whispered.

Behind the small humour in your tone, you were sincere. It was rather impossible to look at her and not wonder what kind of crazy magic had led you to someone like her in the first place. Not that you were complaining. It was hard to complain about that.

“‘Night, Zelda.” You curled up beside her and made a weak attempt at restraining a yawn. “Love you.”

The only response you received was a soft grunt as her arm tightened around your waist.

[recallingrealities]

Aligned - Chapter 8 (Zelda x Reader - NSFW)

For Chapter 1, click (here) 

Chapter 8:  Singe

When you and Zelda had enjoyed that moonlit night together - the memory felt full and quiet, spilling with magnetic attraction - it resonated between your bodies. Vibrant and vibrating; what magic had originally felt like to you, in the way you had sensed limitless as a child.

 It felt so much thicker, more vast. Beyond possible comprehension without entering it completely. This awareness arose, that you yourself: searching, identifying the electricity building between young minds as their thoughts connected across your classroom, in minutes during introductory lecture. Their identification of concepts known yet unknown, in that indescribable sensation of the everchanging present that you so adored finding recognition in.

You had not expected most of your nights to follow in this way. After the rendezvous in your office, you would have expected nearly the opposite from Zelda. Perhaps you were assuming she'd be one to hold her distance in winsome glances towards you. That the two of you would stare, amongst the witnessing presence of your Coven. Aloof, as so many things were, entranced in their community of magic. Yet, she and you, had grown in intimacy. Across the halls, past shoulders and nods, beckoned in silence for more from her. Things were shifting. You had adjusted to read her, with the way she held her stoic composure, experiencing her words, and her thoughts unspoken. 

You were sculpting in new habits of your nights proceeding dinner - in spending your evenings together. Consumed by the time that would pass, you would make your way back towards your study, and she towards her own. Moving like your life depended on the coolness of your collected composure, the stillness you felt it setting, cooling and settling between your muscles and with each and every aching step. You had to allow the excitement to shiver in bliss within your muscles fibers, awakening you rush of happiness. Otherwise you were sure you’d tremble in anticipation, unable to get much of anywhere with an aching center and a driven, heating need. It felt like the inevitable was drawing closed like the heavy velvet curtains drawn at every window when the sun held betwixt the air and  Earth. This anticipated, simple action, came swift and known in its proper unspoken timing.

 The woman would wait exactly thirty three minutes before teleporting to your door. Rather than appearing inside. She found profound pleasure in the formality of knocking - as if it was merely an excuse to cease your breath with her entrance - as it never failed to do so.

You never spoke directly about your night of passion, but the two of you would play with it, in quiet fleeting references. In toying words or the craning shapes of her body language, she would play upon it. Even in the way she would eye over your face, then hands; when sending hot embers scoring the brim of the ashtray - your skin, with her heated and wildfiring, passionate bond. It was as if she knew it erupted you in goosebumps, the ashes reflecting visions of her hot kisses charring your flesh. She would send you a smirk or a knowing look, as her hand brushed against your leg - your trembles, as if she knew it would blur you between a vision and the presently jarring reality. It made you feel… drunk. It was as if the hunt was what pleased her especially. Knowing full well you were practically hers, wading in silent bated breaths - to be caught in grip of her jaws once more. 

Tonight, that specific thought felt prolific, like foresight, but you never took stock in assuming. Assumption would be the bane of anyone's true knowing.

 You had taken up in advising the Directrix in her personal journey towards the Goddess. It felt humbling. What an honor, and to some, a bafflement that a young woman and such new member such as Y/N being illicitly chosen to advising the High Priestess, at her personal request, for guided practice.

There were ways in sculpting her that you knew would be more useful. To help her build the relationship on her own. It felt like you had done this a thousand times with yourself. In the beginning, constantly feeling yourself waver in and out of connection with the Goddess. It had only been when you realized you were the one that had lost touch, disconnected from such an eternal internally expanded force, that you felt you could reach her in an instant, as if nothing had ever happened. Nothing has been disconnected or out of reach or place at all. This was when you had felt, what you could now detect as, unconditional love, for the very first time. A love that had never left you, or stung with resentment. In a force far greater than the collection of everything, and everything in between it.

When Zelda had asked you, she had no idea where to start. She had confided in you the vulnerable expectancy of her role, but that it was not that which had urged her to ask you. It was her own sense of yearning for Lilith, for Hecate - Astarte, Inanna, Ceridwen, and the rest of the Goddess in wholeness. She was raised to expect Lucifer to present himself to her. To wait and become whatever he wanted for task or pleasure. To know her and be known in return felt ineffable. She would have never thought in her lifetime that she would move humbly towards an entity, in hopes to understand an ancient force such as the Goddess, or source of life, and existence, a boundless Source. In magic. Let alone the option; to know her personally, as a friend and confidant and living love. Zelda was beginning to see in your lessons that the Goddess, Source, was a hidden face in every tiding. A piece in everything no matter her form. The pieces in shatters always fit, the web weaved in perfect collection of all of it. 

The coven was in fact, indebted to Hecate - but Zelda's yearning to thank her entirety, beckoned, and called to her very core. 

There had been none other that came to mind, to be better in guiding her than you. You felt blessed, remembering the Goddess's words that all was as in alignment. All was as it should be - in your choosing to embrace it.

A silent shiver courses through your shifting body. You had instructed Zelda to begin writing, whatever so moved her or felt intuitively natural. You urged her to write whether it made sense in the moment, or not - wherever the inclination came from. That her intuition was a tie, and if she came to trust it, she would come to realize that her ability to commune to the Goddess was just that, listening. In choosing to embrace it.

 The redhead was already capable of prayer. It was the learning to listen that was the ticket for anyone's mastery. Of course, it can feel strange praying or writing to someone, something you do not feel you know. You suggested she write anything, even words in random that arose in her intuition - and that by writing them, she could dedicate whatever the product, to Hecate, despite satisfaction, for this was doubt. That an offering in genuineness, there could be none greater. You had explained that this was the intended act of honoring your experience: that in releasing control to the Goddess, whatever would come of it would be Aligned. Not only that, it was another form of offering - something much less conventional than the blood of a virgin or soul of the unborn. If there was anything Zelda had known about Lilith, it was her keenness for the unconventional. Something personal to this version of her, that she connected, she could resonate as personal. An attribute Zelda had become pleasantly familiar with, in her time knowing her.

She confessed, sacrifice hadn't been like that in Satanic witchcraft. This didn't require blood, or pain, or sacred items. It felt unsettling. It only required the intention that it was for her.

 "A Goddess who believes that all we desire on our own, is truly what she desires for us". 

This was a level of worthiness Y/N had mentioned recurrently, without the confession of your breathtaking awakening in the forest a few steps away - before sharing with the woman. You explained that you felt no human or witch knew how to handle such a concept, until now.

"How do you even begin to talk to someone like that..?" 

Zelda confessed one evening, bewildered that such a Deity or concept, in selflessness could exist.

 "I’ve learned that it's as much about talking - as it is about listening.

It is perfectly valid to begin with ‘I’m not sure what to say…’ and to let your thoughts flow in honesty from there. If you are ever unsure, take the time to listen. Take the point in pen hitting paper to release even the blotting smear of ink from the pen. It is the concept that you are consciously there in her presence”.

The silence seemed to stir those embers like before, except rather than in you, in herself. 

"It is within all of us" 

You comforted her, before returning her to the task of writing, the warm glow of your heat embering with the soft confident brush of your index against her forearm.

It was now, like many nights, that you read through the entries of her journal alongside her. You had insisted the first time, that you need not read it in order for it to be a valid sacrifice to the Goddess - but she had insisted in sharing the strangeness of the exploration with you. You found her words to be beautiful. Her handwriting, as smooth and sweeping, and divine as the way she entered each room and stole each gaze. Her words were unexpected, beautifully honest, and vulnerable. Shaken like the trembles responding to her voice and will. It was in reading her dedications, that you felt for the first time, your heart pang in adoring admiration, for anyone aside from Source herself.

Tonight as you were reading, as you had forsought - her lips met your heartbeats in the nape of your craning neck. You had grown so lost in her words that the impact of her warm flesh had startled you - like a snapping twig in the silent wood outside the Academy's grounds. Your body trembles like layered leaves, interrupted by her gust of wind, lifting up and guiding your movement towards her figure. You feel yourself sway and mark the page with your index as her fingers now clasped your cheek, leaning into it as the tides lean towards the moon. Natural. Surrender. You feel it deep within you and remember that by embracing your experience, as the Goddess had prompted you before, was a way you could honor both her and yourself, in utter pleasure… and desire.

"Z- elda…" you swallow breathlessly, not wanting her to stop as your heart flutters helplessly in your throat. You witness your tangled muscles relaxing at her touch, as your voice returns faltering at the preface of your lips "these entries are stunning"

The redhead lifts her mouth towards your ear, and the tenderness of your flesh shivers beneath it with careful urgency.

"As are you, little seer"

You feel your hands lift the book towards your desk, before releasing it on its surface to turn yourself quickly towards her. Your heart patters in racing tandem to the sudden burst of rain tapping rhythmically at your windows pane.

You turn yourself to face her before meeting your hands to hers, resting on your cheeks before pulling her into a swelling kiss. The way her hips press against you, brings you to sudden awareness of the natural rhythm in the way you moved together. The braiding together of instances in harmony, the progression of the prior lessons collecting towards this very  moment, in apex - like the building of each rain cloud, erupting in release over Greendale.

 You turn, she moves. You press, she shifts. It was as if every movement was as synchronized as the pendulum on the grandfather clock, well tuned and cadenced in its natural precession. The goosebumps you had felt before were now spread across your entire form as your body shivered against her touch. The collecting swells of the raindrops met as the touch of her palm. One of her hands immediately shifts to support the small of your back, which trembles and softens against it. The base of her palm meets your flesh, gentle, yet firm, warm and reassuring as she slips effortlessly beneath your blouse. Taking you in another breathless kiss. Her lips part, to allow her tongue to request meeting your craven taste on her pallet. It was clear to you more than ever, that she had wanted you. This every moment she spent with you beneath her gaze had been that of undeniable desire, and building pressure. 'Of…. course', you think to yourself, but in just the manners of her movement, you now know for certain.

"I think that's enough lessons for tonight" 

Zelda's voice mulls softly, as her words feed into the vibration building at your teeth. You can't help but moan as your lips meet her shoulder in nipping, mewing desperation. Your hands pull needingly to have her closer to you, your whimpers in guiding gasps before your palms meet her breasts, clasping with a secured certainty that the trembling had seemed to release. Beckoning, your lips whisper a few words against her skin before she suddenly falls deep into your bed. The mix of desire between you both teleports you without notice to the safety of your quarters. The weight of your push and the sudden shift in location knocking her off her feet into the pillowing plush of crushed velvet. You climb it's preface, drifting to straddle on top of her, far more forward than encounters before. You press your lips to the seam of her blouse, aching her to remove it in the swiftness of her own enthralled passion. Seeing her sprawled across your bed, shifts a knowing in you. Your heartbeats together panged in your ears, your jaw guided in hungry kisses to meet her accented collar bones. Their beauty is like porcelain sweeping to meet her sculpted breasts. Her breaths rising and falling erratically, draw you closer into the nest of her arms. Pulling your weight towards her, you feel your legs tangle, aligned with the meeting and sharp pressure of your clits connecting. 

The shock.

 The connection is prevalent, like lighting's fire - tangible in the release of her harmonious moans linking with your own. Your desire so tangible, Zelda can hardly feel embarrassed with the rouge rising in her face. Her hands pull you close towards her hips, urging you to grind against her and provide little relief towards your building passion. Your kisses begin to grow as they travel across, and down each breast. Your hungering wetness, dampening her skin. With your breathless moans tracing her - Zelda is caught completely off guard and vulnerable the moment your soft lips draw, to bite her. Her pale breast purpling beneath your sucking lips, she gasped, in delicious ecstasy. The gorgeous yearning that devours her, tearing at the peak of her need for you. Zelda's skin rippled in goosebumps as her exposed abdomen tightens, a smirk attending to your hunger's liking. You find yourself growing far more exposed and domineering with her than ever before - and you can tell how completely off guard she has become, finding herself whimpering against your confident smirk. 

What a shift.

You had never imagined you'd hear her whimper. The woman who seduced you with growing need, using just her eyes to send electricity through you, was beginning to tremble. Her fingers gripping your back, your teeth assist in removing and unclasping her lace bralette. Nothing with her was as you'd expected, you find yourself even more satisfied with the result unfurling before your eyes, her breasts spilling over, gaze hungering and desperate for your thighs movements up to grind against her precious heat.

Abridged and supported by her crying, frustrated moans, you remove her bra with a keenness, causing it to flutter against the dresser's surface, across the room from the two of you. The mirror reflecting your candlit bodies, she unzips the back of your dress, your swift, defiant movements pulling her delicate fingers away from the zipper as your lips take her breast in peaking proposal. Your tongue flits her nipple, the warm dampness of your tongue beckoning her to arch against it, as you take her sweet flesh into the hold of your mouth. Suckling in pleasurable hunger, your thigh draws down her covered core with gruesome, fracturing friction. You find the lace of her panties fits in perfect contrast to the soft ageless touch of your skin against her. The firm pressure in contrast to the delicate flesh that scathed her form, drawing her breaths inward - her energy enveloping you in gorgeous enthrall to pull you as close to her as your bodies can bare. You shift your mouth in time with her breaths, drawing inward towards the honest wetness of her fabric, closing in on her. 

It is only then, that you pause for a brief moment to touch her thigh, your breath warm and tangible against her, your l fingertips, tweaking her nipple, sucking deeper to pull her breasts fullness towards your mouth. Her gasping moans echo your chambers as if they had longed to reverberate her sound.

The pleasure you feel in unbelievable, your own heat gasping in needing waves as you grind just as needily against the mattress in return to the response of her bucking mound.

It is then, that she flips you, your lips a moment away from capturing her craving heat. You are shocked, by the power burning within her. Her eyes are sharp and daggering, your dress splitting open as she lifts your hips to plunge her fingers into your dripping cunt. Dazed, your mouth trembles - unable to utter the "FUCK"  sitting gutteral in your throat, her firm graising thumb streaking from your entrance to your clitoris. Her fingers spread then curl inside you, before her free hand grounds firmly next to your ear. You can feel your waves of panting met only by the slapping wetness of her palm at your core, her curling fingers pushing you quickly towards a blistering climax. 'So… soon…' you think, contracting her cunt against the pressure of her relentless fingers. It is now that your eyes meet hers, her needing eyes connecting to a depth within you never searched. The moans spilling from your lips in tongues unfamiliar. Your desperate hands grip the sheets and wrist at your crown, grinding back in restless tides. Your jaw tightens with baited breath, using everything in you not to come immediately. It is then that gloss covers your sweet dark eyes, erupting you in waves of pleasure as you spill out uncontrollably across her fingers. 

Zelda licks her lips, pleased, and surprised at your body's response, slowing her thrusts to meet her upper lip to your bud, sliding her tongue between her digits inside, to taste you.

Her moan is earth shattering. The way it echoes up inside you enough to make you burn with intensity, in sensuous waves as your hips meet her to ride out your orgasm.