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@regalxlegality
Officially Inactive (for now)
Hey, guys!
After surgery and life and everything, Emma (and Regina and def Henry) all took backseats. As of now, if you haven’t figured it out, I’m pretty damn inactive. xD
But I love so many of you guys, so if you ever want to poke me, I now have a personal, again. (I’ll go crosspost on Regina for funsies)
<3 Jae
//Hey y’all, good ole’ Jae is having semi-surgery today and will probs be hella drugged for the rest of the week. So I’m making this a *drum roll*
semi-hiatus notice for 6/16-6/21
This is effective for all of my active accounts:
swanlessendings; regalxlegality; grumpyxjanitor; henrytheheroic
(just bc I pop on henry every blue moon)
I know I still owe people replies on here and I’m sorry, I might get to them, but I also might be hella flaky for a little while. Much love!
<3 Jae
"I need a hug please mommy."
thelittlecharmerhenrymills
Regina immediately bends down to wrap her arms around her son, brows knitting in concern. “What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”
“I want to hide in my room and never come out. Or maybe I’ll just eat myself to death!”
Maybe she should instill more savory self destructive habits in her son. Although eating comfort food wasn’t all that bad. “I meant what would you like to do about your friend, Henry.” Her voice is soft, brushing fingers through his hair, because these sort of life lessons--cutting people off when they needed to be, not like she had a habit of doing--was important, too, wasn’t it? “Do you think you should talk to her, or do you want to let it go?”
Emma moaned around her breast when she felt hips rocking into her own. “Gina-” She moaned as she kissed up her chest to her lips. “Your fingers on my ass are giving me thoughts that you would disapprove of….” She smirked.
“Unless that thought is stopping, Dear,” Regina hums, kissing her a little harder. A little deeper, unable to help the look on her face at the feeling of a smirk underneath her mouth. Continuing to rock down, nipping at her lip, “Then I’m sure I would approve.”
//Hey y’all, good ole’ Jae is having semi-surgery today and will probs be hella drugged for the rest of the week. So I’m making this a *drum roll*
semi-hiatus notice for 6/16-6/21
This is effective for all of my active accounts:
swanlessendings; regalxlegality; grumpyxjanitor; henrytheheroic
(just bc I pop on henry every blue moon)
I know I still owe people replies on here and I’m sorry, I might get to them, but I also might be hella flaky for a little while. Much love!
<3 Jae
"So apparently Henry is going to hate anyone I date,"
notworthlxss
Regina waits for more information before she realizes that’s the complaint as a whole, shaking her head, “That’s hardly a revelation, Abigail. You know how protective he is over you.”
“What did he do, this time?”
“Well I’m not that great,” she giggled and felt herself blush at her big sister’s words and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek “But thank you and I hope he does come around…no don’t talk to him it’s better if I keep trying myself,” regalxlegality
“We’d beg to differ.” She smiles, searching Abby’s face before nodding. “Alright.” She agrees, because normally they work things out on their own. Well, the problems that don’t involve hogging the television, anyways. “He will come around. Just give him time. You’re more important than his fear of change.”
My Kingdom For A Wraith (closed)
’…Seven, eight, nine, ten’ Emma counted of silently in her head as she listened to Regina bad mouth her parents. Yes, she was still trying to wrap he head around that fact and how she felt about finally meeting the family she’d all but written off ever finding and yes, there were several conversations she’d had with Mary Margaret that she would never have had had she known her roommate was also her mom – and was hoping had been conveniently lost when the curse restored Snow and David’s memories – but they were still her parents and before that, they were her friends.
And then the rest of what Regina had said sunk in.
“What? Why hair? I get the eyes and the tongue – gross as those are – but why the hair. Why not the heart or liver or some other organ?” She paused. “And why magic. In fact, how can they see magic unless you’re-” She gave another wave of her hand to mimic casting a spell only to quickly stop herself before she got too far into the gesture. “-using it.”
Regina’s tone is thoughtless--casual as she explains, eyes focused ahead (cautious and aware, if bored) as they push through the bush. “Some trolls deal in jewelry, they hoard trinkets and trade gold for them. But most trolls hoard jewelry for the sole reason that they like things with human attachment. The most dangerous trolls like to devour magic because they’re as mortal as the rest of us. Magic is the only thing that can postpone their little miserable existences from turning to stone.” Another branch snaps underneath her palm and she plays with the idea, for a moment, of letting the next smack the Savior in the face.
She barely resists the urge. “As...quaint as it is, you’re the product of true love and love is the...strongest,” Her distaste for it smears her tongue, “Magic. Two twined hairs could--” She pauses, not sure why she’s explaining all of this to Emma in the first place. Not when any lessons about magic could be used to hold her. Detain her. Keep her from her son, since magic is in Storybrooke and Regina’s wasn’t. “They have a thing for gold.” She says, instead. Maybe she’ll pluck one of Emma’s hairs for safe measure. “Trolls are too pitiful to take a heart. There have only been three people known powerful enough to take them.” Face turning down for only a moment. A mere breath before it becomes even. Because she can’t afford a thought to her mother. “And one of them is an imp with a cane who likes to play with wraiths.”
Emma couldn’t help but smirk when Regina got her jeans and panties off. Her legs spread as wide as humanly possible, she felt her girlfriend’s hands everywhere and she couldn’t get enough of it. “I love you.” She whispered between their kisses and got Regina out of her bra to take a nipple into her mouth.
"I need a hug please mommy."
thelittlecharmerhenrymills
Regina immediately bends down to wrap her arms around her son, brows knitting in concern. “What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”
“But mom! She made it clear that she doesnt want to talk to me, she doesnt want to spend time with me, and she hates me. Why should I even bother? Im done trying when she wont try just as hard.”
Regina scowls, knowing (very well) the laws behind shoving a small girl in a locker in the middle of a public school. She tries to temper the scowl, not wanting her son to think it’s directed towards him. Asking a gentle question: “So what do you want to do, Sweetie?”
~ bumping into her ~
His eyes are focused on her face while she was probably trying to remember her schedule. The beauty before his is Ms and that gives him hope that she might agree to spare few of her moments for him.
A smile tugged his lips and he shrugged..
“I think it would be waste of the good coffee to not drink it in pleasant company. Plus I have time to kill. Dare I ask what do you work?”
He arched an eyebrow. Maybe that was too personal and she would be up for that kind of questions. Robin was curious man by nature.
{ regalxlegality }
“You haven’t been in New York for long, have you, Dear?” She hums, ignoring his nearly charming remark in favor of taking her coffee and a seat, turning her watch to its proper fit on her wrist, a polite smile on her lips. “I’m an attorney.” It’s a simple statement. “And you, Mr. Locksley? Other than joyriding your bicycle through New York.”
My Kingdom For A Wraith (closed)
Emma quickstepped through the underbrush to catch up – not wanting to give Regina any reason to call her out for not following her own rules by falling behind, then looked around at the woodlands surrounding them as she fell into step slightly behind the other woman, an eyebrow arced in confusion.
“I thought they lived under bridges?” She said, her tone somehow making the words both question and statement. “And ate goats.”
“I believe you’re getting trolls confused with your father, Dear. An easy mistake to make.” A smirk, ever-bitter of the Charmings, remembering wrists cut underneath steel as they hung from a wall. “Though Billy Goats can grow more impressive beards.” She snaps a branch efficiently underneath her wrist. “They guard more than one bridge and have...” A hum, “...deadly costs for crossing. It’s a stupid thing, to make a deal with a troll.” She warns, “I’d trust them less than your mother. About as much as the Imp. The moment they see you and see even a hint of magic, they’ll try to take your eyes. Then your tongue. Then...” Her eyes flick back, noting the thought of True love of her parents, “Your hair. I would avoid trolls.”
Trapped In The Closet (sings the 80 hour long song) || Closed
She shouldn’t be able to do this. it’s a thought that cycles round and round inside Emma’s head – that is, whenever she’s not distracted by the other woman’s touch with is almost constantly, but in those little moments when she has a chance to catch her breath and actually think that’s the thought running through her brain.
Regina shouldn’t be able to do this, to make her feel like this. It isn’t that Emma doesn’t want her to, it’s that she simply shouldn’t be capable of it. Not their first time. The way Regina’s touch finds just the spot she needs it to find just when she needs it, the way she can practically feel Regina mounting her from behind, the hard bump of Regina’s clit pressed against her ass while the brunette’s fingers invade her core, the way the older woman’s hips rock in time with those same fingers, all of it…
It makes Emma wonder how many other women Regina had to practice on before her. And that makes Emma jealous in a way she shouldn’t be. Has no right to be. It makes her want to flip them over and pin Regina to the bed and erase every trace of every previous bedmate her lover has ever had from Regina’s memory through sheer force repeated orgasms.
If only it didn’t feel so god damned fucking good.
A wordless cry breaks past Emma’s lips, her hips jerking back against Regina’s when fingers find her clit. A shuddering breath fills her lungs and the hand she’d reached under her claws its way free to grab a pillow and clutch it to her chest.
And then Emma can’t think of anything at all.
It’s OK When it’s In a 3-Way
It’s hard enough to focus with Regina’s naked breasts pressed into her back, let alone with that voice coiling its way in through her ear and straight to her groin, all silk and smoke and power and lust.
And then there’s that finger. Regina’s finger teasing her, taunting her like the words that follow and even though she can’t focus she still blushes when the brunette points out how hot she is, how wet she is, how ready she is for the shaft in her stroking hand to take her, how ready she is for Regina to take her.
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined Regina would even think about her like that let alone act on it. And even if she had, Emma would never have thought she’d let her.
… would she?
Was there even a reason to ask that anymore. Her juices all but coated Regina’s hand, not just the fingers that had slipped between her dripping, swollen, sensitive folds. Folds now grazed by the solid heat of John’s cock.
“I-” Emma swallowed, her throat suddenly dry, her hips involuntarily pushing her slit against the column of flesh slowly driving her mad with each inch that slides against her without going deeper, without filling her like she needs to be filled, like she hasn’t been filled in longer than she wants to remember.
All thoughts of the M word are gone, pushed aside by the growing, desperate hunger to give in and let this happen. Let him happen. Let her happen. Let them happen.
“I… yes.”
It’s all she can manage. It’s all the answer she can give as Regina guides her legs apart even further, the skin of her inner thighs itching for the woman’s touch as her hips give another thrust, her inner muscles clenching in anticipation of being stretched around John. All of her aching to be not his or hers, but theirs.
“Don’t see why she can’t do both, love. Maybe she’s int’something tha’ you’re not.” He grumbled, before smirking at Regina. Pulling out of her, he shifted to rub his length against Emma’s folds as if though he were waiting for her to make her decision. “So, which is it, love? Y’going to ride me or th’kinky bitch back there?” John asked, reaching around Emma to rub Regina’s folds, sliding two of his fingers inside of her as he glanced up at her with a knowing look.
Emma gasped when she felt fingers on her ass as she got Regina’s entire bra off and began to have her way with her breasts. She lifted her hips to help Regina remove her jeans but always made sure to keep her pressed close against her body.
Trapped In The Closet (sings the 80 hour long song) || Closed
She’s going to regret this in the morning. Not the sex or the fact that she’s having it with Regina, not telling Regina how she really feels about her and definitely not hearing Regina say it back. Nothing on earth is going to make her regret any of that.
No, she’s going to regret being too tired and sore come morning – or whenever she finally manages to wake up after they finally exhaust themselves – to do it all over again.
She’s sheriff and saviour fit, not sex goddess fit. But with a little more practice…
A lazy smile pulls at Emma’s lips, the grin lost when her mouth snaps open to let out a cry of ‘Fuck!’ as Regina’s mouth finds her sex. If she wasn’t lying on her stomach, Emma would have jerked up. As she is, all she can do is grip the bedspread as she knees draw up, raising her hips and inadvertently presenting Regina with even easier access.
“Oooohhhh f-f-f-f-uh-uh-uh-uck, ‘Gina.” She moans against the mattress before biting down on a mouthful of blanket.
Yeah, she’s definitely going to be tired tomorrow. Already she can feel the tightness start to build in her stomach again, already the little ball of heat and sensation and pressure is growing inside her core.
But this time she doesn’t fight it. She can’t. Not if she wants any energy left to return the favour later.
No, this time she savours it. The saviour savours every last bit of it. Her knees part, still half folded under her, and her hips start to slowly roll in a tight figure eight as her whole body rocks back and forth, barely a few inches but enough to add her own little twist to the motion of the tongue working its magic inside her.
“Regina…” Less moan, more whimper this time. The higher her arousal the more she needs to feel the other woman – as glorious as the brunette’s tongue is inside her, she needs more. One hand reaches down under her, fingers brushing against a chin.
Still not enough.
“ ’Gina. Please. Want you too.”
Natasha held her cigarette up, nodding her thanks to the other woman before putting the cigarette back in her mouth. She took a long drag, blowing the smoke out the side of her mouth. “Thanks. I didn’t want to smoke inside the building- I know how that can get on people’s nerves sometimes.”
“Take it from a lawyer, Dear.” Regina hums in acknowledgment, though she keeps her own pack at her hip, fingers smelling of smoke and nostrils barely flaring in an inhale as the woman blows it out. Different blend. Different breed. Same burn on her lungs, smooth and filling and curling. “Most people find it incriminating to even voice not minding it. People aren’t supposed to be fond of...destructive things, after all.”
“Regina Mills.” A hand stretched out, perfect and poised, in greeting.
My Kingdom For A Wraith (closed)
She wants to contradict Regina, not because she’s still mad at the other woman – well, not just because of that – but because she’s out of her element. Of course she’s been out of her element ever since Henry showed up on her doorstep and finding out magic was real didn’t make things any easier to deal with.
But now she really was out of her element. She was out of her world. And magic was the only way back. And that scared her in a way she couldn’t even begin to put into words, even before you added in the fact that Regina, a woman who’d happily kill her given half a chance, Emma was sure, was the only one that could actually use it.
Or not. Emma glanced down at her hand before balling it into a fist again.
That thought was even more frightening. If she had magic, magic all her own and not just enough to jumpstart whatever little bit Regina might still have… it made all of this too real. It meant she really was just another fairytale person like the rest of Storybrooke. That she really was a fairytale princess from a magic kingdom like so many of her fellow foster-care sisters would daydream about being before they were either ground down by the system, or lucky enough to escape to a half way decent family.
It meant her whole life was a lie. It meant she didn’t know who she was anymore and right now Emma needed to know. She needed one rock she could hold onto, one absolute that would keep her going. Keep her sane.
“No.” Emma’s voice was free of the the sarcasm that had tinged it a moment earlier, free of the anger that she’d forced herself to contain. “But if we’re going to do this, we do it smart. We don’t get more than arms length apart until we’ve dealt with the Wraith just in case you have to work your mojo.”
Her mojo. She’s magically handcuffed to someone who has a dictionary’s access of terms to describe magic. She would have taken that small little dog from Scooby Doo over--
Mojo.
Maybe she’s looking for reasons to hate Emma Swan by this point, but her very speech is something that curls her nails (and it’s not Emma; it’s that sickening, devouring, deep endless pit in her chest that just grows and grows and consumes).
“Fine.” And then her lips curl up, a near-evil tuck of lips as she rounds around a tree, voice practically sing-song it drips with mirth and an amused, low roll, “Maybe it’s for the best. We are in troll-territory, after all.”
