#evil queen x reader

[zafirosreverie]

How they react to you asking for a baby (Disney Villains)

Maleficent:

"...You know who I am and what I did to that princess, right?"

Seriously, for a second, she'd think you've forgotten. Because who on earth would ask the same dark fairy who literally cursed a princess in her cradle for a baby?! She knew you were reckless, but this is a whole new level, even for her.

She'd definitely say no. She's not cut out to be a mother, she shouldn't even be cut out to have a partner, so forget it... No, don't use those stupid puppy-dog eyes, they won't work on her. She's above that.

Queen Grimhilde:

"I don't need an heir yet."

Look, she's being merciful, okay? You know what’s going on with Snow White, you know the deep hatred she has for the girl because of her increasingly obvious beauty. Do you really want to risk any of your babies going through the same thing as the princess?

If you really want a child, you should try to protect Snow, I'm just saying. It's not like you'll be able to do much for her, but it's better than risking a blood relative, right?

Mary Sanderson:

"Winny doesn't like children, silly, just their souls"

Despite saying it with a small giggle, you can see a hint of panic in her eyes, and it's not hard to put two and two together. They're witches, they steal children's souls to stay young and powerful—you're truly insane if you want to bring an infant into that.

Besides, Mary knows her sisters. No matter how much loyalty exists between them, she knows that, if a sacrifice were necessary, neither Winifred nor Sarah would hesitate to take the life of someone who's just entered the world. It's easier to part with a soul they barely know than with the soul of someone they've lived with for over 500 years. So no, please don't do that to her.

Claudine Frollo:

"Do things in order, darling. First, we have a date at the altar."

...What did you expect? She's a woman of faith, regardless of your gender or beliefs. In her house, HER rules are followed, and if you want a baby (which I don't know who in their right mind would want to give this judge a child, poor thing), you're going to have to do things in order: marriage first, baby later.

That said, deep down she's actually excited about your proposal, even though she's keeping her composure on the outside. You've just given her the final thread she needed to complete her web around you.

Mother Gothel:

"We already have one, shut up."

There's Rapunzel, don't ask for more. Yeah, sure, she just wants the power locked in the girl's hair, not the girl herself, but honestly, you don't really think being her own flesh and blood would change anything, do you? Please, you know her better than that.

She's the center of her own life, and maternal instincts are very, very dormant, if not dead inside her. The only reason she puts up with the little princess is because of the flower's power; a child of yours won't have that, so it's not worth the effort...Don't make that face, darling! You have her, you don't need anything else.

Iracebeth of Crims:

"...You want a what?...With me?"

She'll probably think it's a joke at first. Look, you know who she is and what she did, and she's the first person to admit that leaving her in charge of a baby isn't the smartest decision, especially since she can sometimes be just as needy and spoiled as the baby itself.

But deep down, she's scared. Scared because she's only just learning to accept that you truly want to be in her life despite everything, that you love her, you're not afraid of her. Having a child feels like too big a step for her right now...but that doesn't mean it's a definite no, just a "let's wait a little longer." (Although you should start getting used to the idea that you'll have two people attached to you all the time when the time comes, and that you'll have to make a Herculean effort to help her overcome her fear of hurting her baby, okay?)

Hades:

"Yes."

No questions asked, no bargaining, no teasing. A definite, solid yes, and maybe a little too quickly. Let's be honest, he's been waiting for you to say this since the moment you agreed to date him.

Now, I hope you've thought carefully about when you ask him, that you're well-rested, and that you've drunk plenty of water, because this god is definitely going to drag you into the bedroom before you can even finish speaking, and Olympus knows when you'll be able to go out again. Those babies don't make themselves, after all.

[amie-777]

poisonous

Kinktober Oct 1 pairing: Regina Mills / afab Reader wordcount: 0.9k words

content (warnings): eating out a woman (certified munch), not defined but implied Dom/Sub, Semi Public Sex (an office), bit of after care, pubic hair ('cause I love the bush) - don't like? dont read.

a/n: I'm excited to finally publish some of the kinktober works. I wrote a lot of smut, and realized I really don't like writing it and I'll try to practice. But maybe I'll stick to fluff and angst? Requests are open.

Her headache has been building up since this morning.

Since she has watched your chest move with your slow inhales and exhales, all cuddled in her soft sheets. Hair askew, bonnet forgotten and fallen off somewhere. Wearing one of her band shirts and panties looking beautiful. Regina would've fallen back into bed with you, but one look at the clock proves her otherwise.

Returning her gaze to you, she reaches out to caress your cheek and to tuck you under the blanket once more.

Thinking back it was probably the bathroom lights in the town hall, they make her eyes ache.

But now, falling in her office chair, mentally going through her speech to the town once more, it intensifies by multitudes.

Head falling back, eyes tracing the ceiling.

A knock on the door, a sigh.

“I bought you a coffee, aspirin and a kiss, all to go.” You smile and kiss her. Deep. It’s a conversation in itself; a “thank you” and a “you’re welcome”. Regina expected a peck, but you groan against her painted lips and you open your mouth, tongue peeking out, holding her chin with your free hand.

After a moment you pull back and rasp your throat.

Your gaze is fixed on her lips and with your thumb you swipe at the edge of her lips. “This lipstick is not exactly kiss-proof. I’ll find you a new one.” You’re looking at your thumb painted cherry-red. And when you finally look up at her, she smiles. Lipstick smeared lips and all, Regina swears you’re not from this world.

Technically you aren’t, no one in this town is

After Regina has taken the aspirin, drank some water and a sip of the coffee, she looks up and sighs, studying your expression. “What?” Your lips close around your own paper cup, brows furrowing and placing the warm cup on the desk after.

“What’s bothering you?”

“Get on your knees.” Regina closes her eyes, spreads her lucious thighs and without thinking twice, you fall to your knees infront of her. Looking beautiful in the dress trousers. So you reach out with your hands, to touch, to ravish.

“No.” You whimper in answer and look at your girlfriend wife. “How can...”

She situates you under the desk, still sitting in her office chair, so if the door would open, you’d be hidden. “Only I see you, like this.” She orders, not requesting anymore, just like she made sure, you won’t touch her. “You’ll please me but only with your lips, and tongue. Those pretty hands don’t touch.”

Regina stands up from the chair, your gaze follows hungrily. Slowly, too slowly, she opens the fly of her trousers, undressing until you see the skin of her thighs, making you grow with arousal. “Please.” You rasp out and crawl the few steps to kiss her left thigh, sucking at the skin, dragging your tongue up to her pantie. It’s a red one, one of many; lacy, tangas, period panties, but whatever she wears you’ll always want her. So, you start licking over the cotton. Earning a laugh from Regina. “Just a second.”

She undresses and you see her beautiful mound, curly hair and all. But you wait until she is seated again, like a proper queen.

You huff and with one hand Regina guides you to her pussy.

Languid licks across her labia, tongue stroking over her skin, not an inch unexplored. Earning you her moans and groans. Fingers burying into your hair tugging you close. Her taste has always been spectacular, exploding on your tongue, tangy, sweet and so irresistibly Regina’s. Gently you blow some air on her already wet sex, and move in with ferocity, lapping at her wet hole, all while your nose touches her clit. You drink her cum and revel under her moans.

Regina’s legs shake around your head and you position her knees on your shoulders. She moves her hips closer to your mouth and you chuckle against her vulva. “You’re beautiful ‘gina.” You say right before sucking in her bud once more. Playing with it and playfully tugging at it, letting your teeth put a little pressure there. She doesn’t hold back with her sounds and you adore it.

Sucking in your cheeks, blowing air on her sex and enjoying how she twitches under your attention.

Your tongue laps at the bud, Regina moaning and letting her head fall back on the chair. Her ankles cross behind your head trapping you.

This is always, gentler sex. Never rough or degrading, you’re here for her. To let her use you, however she wants, and needs. You don’t need to cum or to grow aroused (but you certainly do), you know she needs this, relief, pleasure and falling apart sometimes. It calms her and by the way her eyebrows are unfurrowed, the headache is gone.

Regina cums with a deep moan, grinding her hips into your face, and you’re still on her, lapping up and down her arousal, drinking her empty, eating her out. Gently kissing her clit and moving away after that, not to risk overstimulation.

With a napkin you wipe your face and with a cloth handkerchief you clean up the wetness that still on her pussy. “Shh, just me.” You whisper when Regina groans in her seat.

You fetch a clean pair of panties from your bag and return to Regina with a forehead kiss. Gently helping her up and pull up the underwear.

“Everything alright?” You ask gently and smile at her. “Perfect.”

[mythicswan]

REGINA MILLS. 1/?

Content: Regina Mills x Reader; female reader; modern world setting; Storybrooke is still cursed; teacher!Reader; yearner!Reader—lowkey; implied history between the two—if you squint.

Authors Note: I saw the lack of love for this beautiful woman and as I continue to miss her dearly, I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands. I plan on turning this into a series, not sure how long... But I fear cramming this idea I have into one post seems a tad optimistic. Also, just a quick reminder that this doesn’t follow the canon timeline religiously.

──── Storybrooke, Maine.

The sleepy town of Storybrooke slowly hummed to life as the sun peaked through the thickets that guarded the town, your bones aching as you shifted around the small cottage as if by mantra.

The same morning every morning, the same day every day; everything the same. That’s what it felt like, anyway.

You wake, eat, greet your neighbours, work, go to Granny’s Diner on Saturday’s, and do your groceries on the Sunday—some days you switch it up just for some ‘variety’. Maybe you’ll even grab a warm drink in the morning from Granny’s Diner because you deserve a treat, but even that becomes a sad routine.

Your cottage is cosy, fashionable in your eyes and a soft blue on the outside; the garden lined up with fresh flowers that sleep in the winter and bloom when the sun appears once more; the great tree that sheds its leaves every autumn adorned with a bench underneath it where you take yourself to read or sometimes to simply breathe in the morning air on slower days; from the softness of the covers of your bed to the light that breaks into your windows between sheer curtains, you find yourself wanting more.

You had everything, of course. Life was boring but it was good. Stable, structured, safe.

It was Sunday, which meant it was time to leave the comfort of your cottage and venture into town, where you’d find yourself in the grocery shop again. Your list was now a mental one, rehearsed to perfection. The basket filling up with each mental ticking off the list, you even decided to treat yourself with a sweet treat, why not?

“Vanilla or chocolate?” A voice approached you, pulling you out of your melancholia; eyes staring at the cinnamon rolls.

Where the voice resided stood the Mayor.

Hair of dark silk pooling around the curve of her neck which was kissed by a necklace, hugged between the valley of her breasts. You generally wouldn’t have noticed such a thing, but with the satin purple of her shirt which allowed a sight of the lace underneath it didn’t exactly leave much to the imagination.

You realised in that moment that you hadn’t ever looked at her up close, not like this.

“I—” you stumbled on your words, eyes suddenly darting from the parting of her red lips that adorned the scar that bled into her skin and then to her eyes—dark, watching, familiar.

“Chocolate.” Like her eyes, you thought, but shook away the thoughts.

She hummed, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth for a few moments before nodding, “chocolate it is.” She smiled for a second, familiar, then it disappeared.

“Are you going to buy those cinnamon rolls, or are you just going to stare at them?” She asked, humour lingered in her tone as her eyes playfully watch you.

“Well, I, I…” You let out an awkward laugh. “I got lost in my own thoughts, if I’m being honest.”

A sound left her mouth, akin to a laugh but yet still not a laugh at all; fond as it was, anyhow, to your surprise as you recall the opinions across town often whispered about the Mayor.

“I will leave you to your thoughts then,” she paused for a moment, her dark eyes glittering under the florescent lights of the shop, “thank you, y/n.”

She knows your name?

“For what?” You asked, dumbfounded, stupidity found in your tone as you looked her way, reminding her of a confused puppy.

The corner of her lip twitched upwards for a second as she gestured towards the chocolate cake in her hand, “oh! Right.” You flushed, attempting to ignore the heat that rose in your cheeks without consent.

Three days had passed since and you wondered if Mayor Mills was satisfied with your choice in chocolate over vanilla; reminding you of the warmth of her eyes. It was silly, really. Childish, even. The prospect of still thinking of the infamous Mayor was truly childish. You excused it as seeing a different face, new faces always prickle the imagination. It causes you to imagine what their life is like, if they prefer mornings over nights, if they truly love their job, if they prefer coffee over tea, and how sweet they like it. It was rarer still to find a different face that is a gorgeous as hers, though you hesitated to admit that part.

Besides, it's not like you were possibly going to see her again. Not in the aisle of the small towns grocery shop or the line at Granny's Diner, and even if you did, you would only smile and bid her a good day. Most likely, you wouldn't speak at all.

"Earth to y/n." Mary Margaret chirped, her voice as melodic and soft as usual. Her mug cupped around her hands, now evidently lukewarm, reminding you of your own drink-disregarded and patiently waiting for attention.

Taking a quick sip, you hummed out as you formulated words that made sense, mainly words that didn't make you look completely insane. The idea of uttering, 'oh I met the Mayor for the first time on Sunday and for some reason she has completely taken over my mind, is that normal?' because no, it is not normal.

Instead you decided to say, "the new marking scheme for the tests are really annoying me, it's difficult for no reason at all." Which wasn't exactly a lie, the new marking scheme was irritating, but not enough to make you stare into space for however long you did. You just hoped that Mary Margaret believed you.

"Yeah, I know." She rolled her eyes, a hint of a laugh on her tongue as she greatly agreed. "I think they like to make our jobs harder, as if we don't have enough to do as it is."

"Maybe we should go over it all after work?" You suggested, hoping that Mary Margaret is up to it; anything to break their endless routine. "Granny's?"

"Sure thing." She nodded, smiling almost as relieved as you. “I could do with a different setting, even the loft is sick of seeing me.”

[wlw-legacies-imaginezz]

Secret [Regina Mills Imagine]

Requested: An Imagine where reader is the deputy and is secretly dating Regina

Regina and you have been dating for several months now, everything about your relationship was perfect…except for the fact that you both had to keep it a secret due to the fact that Regina’s enemies would target you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). After all, you've become Regina’s weakness, one easy to exploit in your field of work.

It wasn’t easy, both of you knew this, but it was definitely worth it. And it wasn’t like Regina didn’t have ways for you to meet each other, while keeping suspicions at bay.

Regina would demand that your employer send you over to her office immediately whenever she missed you. If Graham ever dared to question her as to why she asked for you, the town’s Deputy, she’d vaguely reply that it was to “Discuss Mayor business Sheriff, nothing to worry about,” and he knew better than to question her any further.

Other times when it would be too suspicious to tell the Sheriff to send you over, she’d send a text letting you know that it was safe for you to come over to her house, this would only happen if Henry was at school or over at a friend’s.

Today happened to be a day that Regina couldn’t get enough of you.

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As you were patrolling the border of Storybooke, Graham radioed in, “(Y/N), Madam Mayor, just called saying that you two have urgent matters to discuss…I still don’t know why she doesn’t just discuss it with me.”

You quickly answered him, “Well, it’s just the same old routine questions, Graham, you should be glad I’m the one doing this, after all, I am saving you from boredom.”

“Fine (Y/L/N), drinks on me tomorrow night at Grannie’s.”

“Got it, prepare to lose at darts…again.”

“Whatever, hurry before Madam Mayor calls again.”

Putting your radio down, you rush to the Mayor’s office, pausing briefly to greet Regina’s secretary before heading into her office.

Regina looks up at you from the paperwork she’s working on, sending a quick smile your way, before returning to her work.

“I trust the Sheriff informed you that I needed to see you Deputy (Y/L/N)?”

“Yep, something about important business that we need to talk about,” with each word you step closer to her, until you’re standing behind her, leaning towards her ear, you playfully bite it before lowering your voice, “but I don’t think there will be much talking involved…”

“Very perceptive of you (Y/N),” she replies standing up from her chair to pull you into a gentle kiss, only pulling away from you when air becomes an issue. Leaning against her table, she takes hold of your hands, pulling you closer to her, leaving only an inch between you two.

“I missed you,” Regina, averting her gaze, whispers so softly that you almost didn’t hear her.

“I’ve been told I have that impact on women,” making her laugh as you wink at her.

Smiling at your antics, Regina pulls you into another kiss, this time much more heated, reluctantly pulling away from her, kissing her cheek as an apology, you inform her that Graham expects you back at the station in an hour.

“I thought you were always up for a challenge (Y/N).”

“True, but I’d love to spend more time with you,” you tell her, emphasising your words by kissing along her jawline.

“Henry’s staying at a friend’s tonight, you could come over,” Regina says seductively trailing her finger down your throat, as if to ensure that you would agree.

“Totally, I’ll come over at seven?”

“Don’t be late, now shall we take advantage of that hour we have right now?”

Not needing to hear anymore you lift her onto her table, kissing her passionately, while she begins unbuttoning your shirt.

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True to your word you arrived at Regina’s at exactly seven o'clock. It was currently eleven o'clock that night, and you and Regina had been in her bedroom resting after previous activities.

You were playing with Regina’s hair, your face buried in the crook of her neck while she was reading beside you, when you heard the knock at the door.

Quickly you both rushed to make yourselves presentable.

Opening the door, Regina was shocked to see that it was Henry, you quickly ducked out of sight as soon as you heard his voice.

“Henry I thought you were staying over at Mark’s house tonight?”

“I was, but then his aunt had an emergency, so Mark’s mom dropped me off.”

“Oh, well I’m sure that everything’s fine,” leading Henry away from your hiding place and towards the kitchen, she continues, “would you like something to drink?”

Seeing an opportunity to escape you quietly walk towards the still ajar door, until Henry turned around and noticed you.

“Hi Deputy (Y/L/N).”

Spinning around on your heel to face him, you send him your most innocent grin, “Hey, Henry.”

Regina quickly steps in to save you from the awkward silence that follows. “Deputy (Y/L/N) was kind enough to repair the boiler, which wasn’t working perfectly.”

Sending Regina a look that practically screams ‘what the hell, I’m terrible at fixing things’ you inform them both that you’ll be heading home now.

“I’ll escort you to your car Deputy.”

“Thank you Ms Mills"

[moonlit-imagines]

warnings:

a/n:

not requested

“All alone today?” Regina’s voice startled you as you sat at the counter picking at your breakfast with a fork. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in a booth?” She suggested and you chuckled just before she picked up your plate and coffee mug. “Come on now, while we’re young.” You looked up at her in awe—or more accurately, confusion. She didn’t always sport the brightest smile in the room, that was for sure.

“Why do you want me to sit with you?” You asked, following her to the other side of Granny’s Diner where her food was waiting.

“It makes sense, doesn’t it. We’re both eating alone. And you seem, well, a bit down.” Regina shrugged with a telling glance and invited you to sit across from her with a sway of her hand. “Been there, done that. Now, I’d stop picking at your food before Granny notices and takes offense. You know how she is.”

“We wouldn’t want that.” You chuckled, already feeling lighter with your newfound company. It was strange how far Regina had come, but maybe any act of kindness would have deterred her from what she once was, and maybe she wanted to save others from the same fate. “Thank you, Madame Mayor.” You smirked.

“Anytime.”

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[whispersunderthemoon]

Thursday mornings

Pairing Regina Mills x Reader

Summary A quiet morning is filled with rain, coffee, and the kind of love you once thought belonged only to other people.

— ✦ — Warning: Mature themes, strong language, implied intimacy, soft morning-after vibes, it's just pure fluff to be honest. Word count: 1051

A/N: It's been a long time since I have written anything. Let alone Regina, so I'm kind of nervous about it. English is not my first language so please bare with me. If you do have suggestion to let me practice my writing, feel free to leave something in my inbox! A/N: There's a mention of Wanda Maximoff in there. Cause in my head Wanda and Regina are close friends :)

You never thought it would be possible to be loved like this. All the love you have ever poured out into the world, put back into human form. The human form of her. Her standing in her pajamas’s in the dimly lit kitchen. Messy hair, sleepy eyes, softly humming a song under her breath while flipping some pancakes. It was her, Regina. Dark brown hair, messy bun with a few wavy strands falling out of it.

Your Regina. Handing you a cup of coffee, with 1 scoop of sugar and small splash of milk. Just how you liked it. Pretending like she didn’t just rail you from behind, against the wooden counter. As if she hadn’t dropped to her knees, making you tremble and beg for release, only to deny you again and again. God, you are so in love with this woman. A soft smile curved your lips. The younger version of yourself would never have believed that one day you would love a woman this freely, this fiercely.

“You’re shivering,” Regina murmured near your ear, draping a soft blanket over over your legs. A hum escaping your lips as reply, nestling deeper into the pillows behind you. You sat in the bay window that was attached to the kitchen. High checkered window panes framed in black. Rain tapped gently against the glass, the sky washed in shades of grey. The storm made the kitchen feel even cozier on this early morning.

“It’s Thursday today. Will you be joining us?” Regina asked while stacking the pancakes on a plate and adding strawberries and syrup.

“I could do with some wine and games” you answered looking out the window. Being met with a soft reflection of yourself. Your hair spilling over your shoulders, a few loose strands framing your face. Skin glowing faintly, eyes soft and lips flushed from earlier kisses.

There hadn’t been a Thursday without wine and games since the night you met Regina ten years ago.

It was a tradition older than your marriage, born from Regina's and Wanda's friendship. A night to decompress, to complain about their incompetent co-workers, past lovers and dreaming of what the future might hold.

“Alright, darling,” Regina said, kissing the top of your head. “I’m going to get dressed. Enjoy your pancakes. Try not to miss me too much.” She winked, knowing that it always leaves you flustered.

You took a bite and sighed. Sweet. Warm. Comforting. If you didn’t know better, you would think your wife was a professional cook instead of a psychologist. She had a way of making the simplest things feel like she put a lot of effort in it.

When Regina reappeared a few minutes later, you almost forgot to breathe. Gone was the sleepy woman in pajamas. In her place stood someone composed and luminous. A cream silk blouse, brown slacks, her hair tied into a high ponytail. Confidence looked natural on her. “God, you look so absolutely fuckable right now,” you murmured, heat rising in your chest. “I mean, you always do, but like this...” you reminded yourself to breathe, exhaled slowly, trying to calm all the unholy thoughts that were swarming in your mind right now. If you didn’t, neither of you would make it to work. “Can’t you just take me right here again? On the kitchen floor, on the table... god I don't know. Can you just fuck me? Mark me? ”

Regina chuckled lowly at the sight in front of her. “Someone woke up needy today, huh?” she teased, brushing her fingers along your cheek. The touch guided your face up to hers, your breaths catching in the small distance between you. Eyes darkening from the anticipation and filthy thoughts invading your mind as Regina leaned in closer.

“Tonight, my love,” she whispered, her voice low and deliberate. Closing the gap, kissing your softly. A taste of what patience would earn you for later tonight.

“Not fair,” you pouted as she stepped back.

The older woman took the plate holding it in her right hand, sliding the other one slowly down your waist to the curve of your ass. Giving it a soft squeeze before letting go. “Get dressed. I’ll clean up and take you to work.”

And just like that, she walked away. Leaving warmth pulsing beneath your skin, leaving you wanting more.

__

Regina washed the dishes, her mind shifting toward the day ahead. Her schedule usually overflowed with client sessions and meetings, but today she would prepare for a lecture at the local university. She had accepted the invitation instantly.. Regina never passed up an opportunity to teach, especially when it meant reaching younger minds.

She dried her hands and glanced at the clock. 7:30 a.m. Almost time to leave.

Upstairs, she could hear you moving through their bedroom, drawers opening, closet doors closing, the soft rustle of fabric. Regina smiled to herself. She could still taste you on her lips, still feel the tug of fingers in her hair, still hear the quiet, broken sounds that escaped your lips when you finally came undone. The faint click of heels against hardwood floor grew louder “All ready to go, Doctor Mills?” You teased, a playful spark glinting in your eyes.

Regina turned around, taking a moment to admire the way her wife looked.

Wearing a cream blouse with loose sleeves, tucked neatly beneath a fitted brown corduroy vest. A grey checkered skirt hugged your hips, the muted tones softened by dark tights and knee-high leather boots. A simple belt cinched at your waist, pulling the whole look together with quiet, effortless confidence.

For a heartbeat, Regina forgot the rain, the drive, the lecture, the expectations waiting for both of you. All she could think was how incredible it was to love someone who made a room feel brighter simply by being in it.

“Maybe we should just stay home,” she murmured, kissing your cheek as she passed to fetch the coats.

You smiled, slipping papers and your laptop into your leather bag. “Tempting,” you said with a soft laugh. “But those art pieces in storage have waited long enough for my attention.”

Your voice carried an easy warmth. The kind that made Regina’s chest tighten. The kind that reminded her how rare and lucky this love was.

[silentstyx]

"They Say Home Is Where the Heart Is" (charming and snow's daughter! reader's version)

sum! being snow and charming's daughter after the curse (hc's)

tw! uhm poorly written, the ouat family tree

uh the lore is gonna be confusing ngl

-They see you haven't aged and want to cry. (your older than emma obv).

-BIGGEST HUGS THOUGH WHEN THEY SEE YOU OMGGGG

-Emma is very confused cos you look like 14 but you're 42, HUH?!?!?!?!?

-Uhm they don't let you out of your sight, for like 3 months (they only give you more freedom because you snapped and yelled at them)

-Henry loves you so so so much. You're a family member sorta close in age to him!!

-uh snow and charming treat you like a wittwe babyyyyyy (killing myself omg)

-no privacy. none. 0%. 0/100.

-you live with snow and charming too!

-doing dumb shit with red (she's the fun aunt fsss)

-granny makes you sweaters and blankets!

-you and henry are the kingdoms/towns baby, cos they missed out on emma being a baby. (yea you were the baby once but you never outgrow it 🤷)

-lwk i think you were regina's daughter when you were under the spell so it now makes the family line more confusing 😈😈😈😈

-also pissed off snow and charming more that SHE was your mom while under the spell.

-(FAMILY TREE/CONFUSING) js fyi you're technically henry's step-sister and aunt, emma's aunt and sister, snow's daughter and step-sister, regina's step-granddaughter and daughter, etc etc

-Belle is the only one that treats you normal. THE ONLY ONE.

-jiminy tries to give free therapy sessions because of the confusing family tree and everything that's gonna happen/is happening in your life.

-zelena HATESSSSSS you. with such a BURNING passion.

-overall big (confusing) family that mostly loves you very very much!

[heart-ripping]

Crowning Jealousy.

pairing: Regina Mills (The Evil Queen) X Reader

summary: in which the queen is unable to control her greatest desires in claiming her mistress.

words: 1474 words, 8781 characters.

warnings(+18): queen!regina, mistress!reader, adult themes, kissing, jealousy, ownership, pet names.

ah, yes. craving for a jealousy fic from the evil queen.

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The grand ballroom of the shadowy castle glittered with dark opulence, illuminated by flickering torches casting eerie shadows on the walls. Nobility from distant, sinister lands gathered for the annual Black Masquerade, a night of dark revelry and forbidden pleasures. At the top of a grand staircase stood the Evil Queen, her fierce gaze surveying the room with an air of cold command. Her gown, a deep, blood-red velvet, clung to her figure, and a black, bejeweled mask concealed her face, adding to her aura of menace.

Regina's eyes, a gloomy shade of dark brown, scanned the room, searching for one person in particular—her mistress, her lady. A vision of sapphire blue, you wore a midnight-blue gown that flowed around you like a shadow, your raven-black hair cascading down your back. Your mask, adorned with dark and delicate feathers and sparkling jewels, framed your radiant face, which glistened with mischief and allure.

As Regina descended the staircase, her presence commanded immediate attention, the room falling silent as the nobles turned to bow and curtsy before their queen. Her steps were deliberate, each one echoing with the promise of power and cruelty. She finally spotted you in the center of a circle of admirers, your laughter and flirtations grating on Regina's nerves.

You chuckled, your eyes alight with amusement, as you entertained the attentions of several noblemen, including Prince Charming, a handsome and charismatic rogue known for his charm. The sight of him leaning in close to you, whispering something in your ear, sent a jolt of cold fury through Regina.

"Your Majesty," Prince Charming greeted, bowing deeply as Regina approached, a smug smile on his lips. "I was just discussing the upcoming festivities with—"

"Is that so?" Regina interrupted, her voice a chilling whisper that sent shivers down the spines of those nearby. Her gaze locked onto you, harsh and possessive. "I trust you find the conversation... enlightening, my dear?"

Your eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and defiance as you curtsied to the queen. "Very much so, Your Majesty. Prince Charming has quite the... unique perspective."

Regina stepped closer, her hand finding its place on the small of your back in a gesture that was both possessive and threatening. The cold touch of her fingers sent a shiver down your spine. "I hope you don't mind if I steal my lady away for a dance, Charming. There are matters that require my immediate attention."

Prince Charming bowed again, his smile faltering slightly under Regina's vicious glare. "Of course, Your Majesty. It would be an honor to witness such a dance."

Regina led you to the center of the ballroom, the crowd parting in silent awe and fear. The orchestra began to play a haunting waltz, the music filling the grand space with its dark, melodic tones. As you both began to move, Regina's grip on your waist tightened, her jealousy burning like a cold fire.

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself with the Prince," Regina remarked, her tone rough and controlled, but with an underlying threat.

You laughed softly, leaning in closer to the queen, your breath warm against Regina's ear. "My queen, are you jealous?"

Regina's lips curled into a cold, sinister smile. "Perhaps. You are the most enchanting creature here, and I do not share what is mine."

Your eyes softened slightly as you gently cupped Regina's cheek, your touch a stark contrast to the queen's cold demeanor. "You have no reason to be, my queen. My heart and body belong to you alone."

The sincerity in your words did little to soothe the jealousy seething in Regina's chest, but it did ease some of her tension. She pulled you closer, your bodies pressing together as you both danced, your movements a sinister ballet of dominance and submission. "I know, love. But seeing others vying for your attention reminds me how precious you are to me, and how much I despise sharing."

Your smile was tender as you whispered, "And I am reminded every day how lucky I am to be yours. No one else compares to you, Your Majesty."

The dance ended with a dramatic flourish, the music fading as the two women shared a lingering, possessive kiss, sealing their bond for all to see. The nobles around them applauded, but the sound was a distant murmur, insignificant compared to the intense connection between you and Regina.

As the night wore on, the queen and her mistress remained inseparable, their dark love a beacon of power and desire in the shadowy grandeur of the castle. Though the brown-eyed terror of jealousy might rear its head from time to time, Regina knew that your heart was hers—now and forever. Your love, forged in the fires of darkness and tempered by the strength of your bond, was unbreakable, a testament to the power of your union.

The grand ballroom gradually emptied as the night wore on, the festivities giving way to quieter, more intimate gatherings in the castle's many dark and opulent chambers. Regina led you through the labyrinthine hallways, your footsteps echoing against the cold stone walls. Torches flickered, casting long shadows that danced around you like silent specters.

Finally, you arrived at the queen's private chamber, an imposing door of ebony wood carved with intricate designs of serpents and roses. Regina pushed the door open, revealing a room that was the epitome of dark luxury. Rich, crimson drapes framed tall, narrow windows, and a grand canopy bed dominated the space, its dark silk sheets inviting and soft. Candles flickered, their soft light casting a golden glow over the room, creating an atmosphere of both intimacy and foreboding.

Regina closed the door behind you, the heavy wood thudding shut with finality. She turned to you, her eyes gleaming with a mix of possessive hunger and something deeper, something more powerful. You met her gaze with a smile, your own desire and affection were clear in your sensual eyes.

Without a word, Regina stepped closer, her hands finding your waist and pulling you close. Your lips met in a fierce, possessive kiss, all the pent-up jealousy and longing pouring out at that moment. You responded with equal fervor, your hands sliding up to tangle in Regina's dark hair, pulling her even closer.

Regina's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses that made you shiver with pleasure. The queen's hands roamed, one cupping your cheek while the other traced the curve of your waist, pulling you tight against her own body. Your breath hitched, a soft moan escaping your lips as Regina's teeth grazed your skin.

"Mine," Regina whispered, her voice a low, possessive growl. "You are mine, pet."

Your eyes fluttered open, filled with a mix of adoration and desire. "Always, my queen," you murmured, your voice breathless and filled with longing. "I am yours, now and forever."

With a swift, fluid motion, Regina guided you toward the grand canopy bed, your bodies entwined in a dance of passion and fuel. You fell back onto the soft silk sheets, your hair fanning out around you like a dark halo. Regina followed, her movements graceful and predatory as she hovered above you, her eyes never leaving you.

You came together again, your kisses growing more urgent, more desperate. Your hands roamed over Regina's back, feeling the taut muscles beneath the luxurious fabric of her gown. Regina's own hands explored every curve of your body, memorizing the feeling of your skin and the sound of your sighs.

In the dim, flickering candlelight, the queen and her mistress became a tangle of limbs and whispered promises: Their love is a fierce and unyielding force. Regina's lips found yours again and again, each kiss a claim, each touch a declaration of ownership.

Hours passed like moments, the world outside the chamber forgotten as you both lost yourselves in each other. Finally, as the first light of dawn began to seep through the heavy drapes, you lay together, your bodies pressed, your breathing slowing to a peaceful rhythm.

Regina brushed a stray lock of hair from your face; her touch was surprisingly gentle. "You are my greatest treasure, my darling," she whispered, her voice softer than it had been all night. "No one will ever come between us."

You grinned cheekily, your eyes filled with contentment and love. "And you are my queen, my love, my everything," you replied, your voice barely more than a sigh.

As the morning light grew stronger, casting a warm glow over the dark room, Regina held you close, your hearts beating in unison. At that moment, all the jealousy and possessiveness melted away, leaving only the pure, unbreakable bond between you two.

And so, in the quiet sanctity of the queen's chamber, your love story continued as a testament to the power of passion and the strength of your connection.

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