Hey can you make a smut fic thatâs really kinky where the user is a nerdy bottom who is Karenâs younger sister and Regina (2024 one) is a top has a soft spot for her but gets jealous easy and dosent want to admit she likes the reader (also kinda like a alpha and omega kind think) and just some how it leads to sex?
Apex Predator's Prey
GP!Regina George x Reader
Smut - breeding, ownership, younger x older, literally one slap
Another Req: Hey can you make the most kinky, smuty, dark, Regina x reader fic where the reader is Karenâs younger sister (NOT ILLEGAL KINDA YOUNG BUT YONGER THEN REGINA) and is a nerdy bottom who Regina wants so bad and when they are alone Regina makes it known that the reader is hers no matter what by fuvking her?
Regina George struts through the halls of North Shore High like she owns the placeâand honestly, she might as well. With her long blonde hair cascading down her back, sharp blue eyes that can cut through anyone, and that confident sway in her hips, she's the queen bee everyone either worships or fears.
She's popular, the kind of popular that comes with a entourage and a reputation for being mean to anyone who crosses her. But beneath that dominant exterior, there's a side of her that slips out around you, Karen Shetty's younger sister. You're the one exception to her biting sarcasm, the girl she can't help but soften for.
Karen's your big sister, always dragging you into her social circle because you're family and, well, she likes showing you off a bit. But when Karen's not lookingâwhen she's off gossiping with the Plastics or dealing with some dramaâRegina finds ways to corner you. A brush of her hand against your arm in the hallway, her body leaning in too close during lunch, whispering things that make your cheeks heat up.
"Hey, cutie," she'd say one afternoon, her voice low and teasing as she leans over you against the lockers, Karen nowhere in sight. "You know you're the only one who doesn't piss me off, right? Everyone else is just noise. Kinda makes me wanna keep you all to myself." Her fingers trail lightly up your arm, and she smirks, that dominant glint in her eye. "Don't tell Karen, though. She'd freak."
Another time, in the empty classroom after school, she'd pulled you onto her lap while apparently helping with homework. "You're so cute when you bite your lip like that," she'd murmur, her breath hot against your ear. "You have no idea how much I like you, do you?" Her hand would squeeze your thigh, possessive and warm, making your heart race.
She always makes it clear, these little moments where her meanness melts away just for you. It's like you're her secret weakness, the one person she lets her guard down for.
One Friday evening, your phone buzzes with a text from Regina: Hey, loser. Karen's out with the girls tonight. Come over to my place? We can 'study' for that bio test. Don't make me beg. You know it's a pretextâRegina's too smart to need help studyingâbut the thrill of it pulls you in. You sneak out, telling your parents you're heading to a friend's, and show up at her massive house, the door already cracked open like she knew you'd come.
She greets you in the foyer, wearing a tight tank top that hugs her curves and short shorts that do nothing to hide the bulge of her cock straining against the fabric. Her blonde hair is loose, and she looks at you like you're the only thing in the world that matters. "Finally," she says, pulling you inside and kicking the door shut. "Been thinking about you all day." Before you can respond, her lips crash against yours, dominant and hungry, her hands gripping your waist to press you against the wall.
"That studying thing?" she whispers between kisses, her tongue flicking against your lower lip. "Total bullshit. I just want to fuck you. Been dying to bury my cock in that tight pussy of yours."
"'Ina, god," you chuckle against her lips as heat pools between your legs.
She chuckles softly, sensing your arousal. She leads you upstairs to her bedroom, all pink and plush, but the air is thick with tension as she pushes you onto the bed.
Regina climbs over you, her body pinning yours down with that effortless dominance. "Relax, baby," she murmurs, her fingers already tugging at your shirt. "I'm gonna take such good care of you, baby." She strips you slowly, kissing down your neck, her hands roaming your bare skin. When she's got you naked, she spreads your thighs wide, settling between them.
Her mouth descends first, tongue lapping at your pussy with firm, deliberate strokes. She sucks on your clit, swirling her tongue around it while her hands hold your hips steady. "Fuck, you taste so sweet," she groans against you, the vibrations making you arch. "Gonna make you cum on my tongue first. Let me hear those pretty sounds."
She dives deeper, tongue thrusting inside you, fucking you with it as her nose grinds against your clit. Your hands fist in her blonde hair, and she hums approvingly, speeding up until your body tenses, pleasure crashing over you in waves. You cum hard, thighs shaking around her head, and she licks you through it, not stopping until you're gasping.
"One down," she says with a wicked grin, wiping her mouth as she shifts up. Her fingers replace her tongue, two sliding into your soaked pussy easily. She curls them, hitting that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. "Look at me while I fuck your pussy with my fingers, hm?" she commands, her voice husky. "You're so wet for me. Feel how I stretch you? Gonna add another, okay?" She pushes in a third, pumping steadily, her thumb circling your clit. "Cum again, sweetheart. Squeeze my fingers like you mean it." Her free hand pinches your nipple, adding to the overload, and soon you're clenching around her, another orgasm ripping through you as she talks you right to the edge and over.
Panting, you watch as she sheds her clothes, her hard cock springing freeâthick, veined, and already leaking precum. It's bigger than you imagined, and she strokes it twice, eyes locked on yours. "Now for the main event," she says, positioning herself at your entrance. "I'm gonna fuck you deep, fill you up with my cum. You want that?"
"Yes, Regina, please," you whisper, and she thrusts in with one smooth motion, bottoming out inside your pussy. The stretch burns so good, her cock filling you completely. "Fuck, such a perfect pussy," she groans, starting to move, hips snapping against yours. "Take it all, baby." She talks you through every thrust, her husky tone guiding you. "That's it, fuck yourself on my cock. You're doing so wellâgonna make me cum soon." Her pace quickens, balls slapping against your ass, and she leans down to capture your mouth in a messy kiss.
She cums first, burying deep and flooding your pussy with hot spurts of cum. "Shit, yesâtake my cum, baby," she gasps, grinding through it. But she doesn't stop, pulling back only to slam in again, her cock still hard inside you. "Not done yet. Gonna pump you full over and over." Round two builds faster, her thrusts relentless, hand between you to rub your clit. "Cum with me this time. Milk my dick." You shatter around her, pussy clenching as she unloads again, cum mixing with yours and leaking out around her shaft.
She flips you onto your stomach for the next, entering from behind. "Ass up, face down," she orders, spanking your cheek lightly. "Knew you'd look so pretty like thisâwatching my cum drip out." She pounds into you, the wet sounds obscene, talking dirty the whole time. "You're mine now, hm? This pussy belongs to my cock. Cum againâlet me feel it." Her fingers dig into your hips as you obey, orgasm hitting as she fills you a third time, cum leaking and soaking the sheets.
By the fourth, you're both sweaty and spent, but she spoons behind you, cock sliding back in slow and deep. 'One more, baby,' she whispers, kissing your shoulder. "Gonna breed you proper. Cum on my dick while I cum inside you, baby." Her hand snakes around to play with your clit, thrusts lazy but precise, drawing out your final climax as she pulses, cum spilling deep once more.
She stays inside you after, holding you close, her dominant edge softened into something tender. "Told you I like you," she murmurs, nuzzling your neck. "More than like. You're my favorite."
You both breathe into each other, taking all that had happened, you processing the cum leaking out of your pussy, Regina restraining herself in order not to start pumping you full all over again. Then as you let yourself close your eyes, Regina speaks.
"Don't worry about the mess. I'll clean you up with my tongue in the morning."
Imagine three of the most popular girls acting like fucking losers over one person the plastics canât even keep eye contact with reader without getting flustered idk I just find that funny đ
Really Pretty
|| poly!plastics x reader
|| Warnings; flustered plastics, party, under age drinking, drunk mention, short drabble
|| Summary; reader keeps running into the plastics...
Requests open!
Started; October 28th
Finished; November 6th
Tag List; @queriaumpastelagora @wreathedinantlers @reneeslvt (if you would like to be added, comment and i'll add you!)
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Safe to say, the plastics had completely fallen in love with you. They wanted you and they wanted you bad. Often watching you from afar any chance that they got. They weren't exactly subtle when it came to their shared affection for you.
You'd just gotten to school, heading to your locker to put your stuff away when you ran right into Gretchen. Who started profusely apologizing, bending down with you to help you pick up your dropped items.
"Thanks for helping," your eyes looked to hers and she immediately tensed under your gaze. Her cheeks flushed, quickly looking away.
"Y-yeah, no worries!" Gretchen stuttered out. You raised an eyebrow, finding her reaction a little odd," uh- bye!"
And then she took off after everything was picked up.
"Okay..." weird.
The following day, a similar interaction happened between you and Karen. You'd been assigned together as lab partners in science.
You joined her at her table and gave her a smile, that she very awkwardly returned.
"So... any idea how this works?" You asked, looking down to the paper with a frown. Science was never your best subject.
"You're like really pretty," Karen stated suddenly. That caught you off guard, you looked back up at her. Cheeks flushed.
Karen avoided eye contact with you when you looked at her. Making you sigh and wonder if you had actually even heard her right. She couldn't have said that... could she?
The next week, you attended a house party Regina had invited you to. You were walking through the halls, trying to find the nearest bathroom when you spotted the blonde herself. Talking with Gretchen and Karen.
They all spotted you almost at once. Gretchen and Karen avoided eye contact with you completely, Regina looked like she wanted to say something but her cheeks flushed and she looked away before she could.
You chalked up the interaction as them just being drunk, given that they all had red solo cups in their hands. But it definitely stayed in the back of your mind for the rest of the party, wondering why the three most popular girls always acted so weird around you...
acts of kindness were just one of your many love languages. and with regina it came on full force.
she hadn't expected any of the softness you'd shown her. the constant soft touches, the whispered words when nobody else was paying attention, the teasing glances across rooms.
and she definitely hadn't expected the flowers.
the first time you'd given them to her was on your first date. you showed up at the hidden coffee shop with a beautiful bouquet and a cute handwritten note that said "you're beautiful".
you watched regina blush, a real smile blooming on her face.
the next time was after she'd texted you about having a bad argument with her dad. she didn't give much away, just that she was really pissed. but you showed up to her house with another bouquet of flowers, and that same reserved smile she gave you bloomed on her face.
so that's how it continued. you'd get her flowers randomly, some days just a random one you picked from the grass, and some being ones you went to the shop to get.
each time regina had that same beautiful grin, rosy cheeks, and the same question, "why?"
you never had an answer, always a shrug. it felt normal to give a girl who hid so much of herself from everyone else, something that could crack those walls in an instant.
you didn't know regina would come to really need those flowers in her hardest moments, though.
she hadn't been talkative that day which was somewhat rare. regina didn't yap, but she always had an opinion.
you noticed the silence immediately. but when pressed, her answers were brief, guarded even. "i had a fight with my mom. it's fine".
it wasn't fine though, and you knew it. so when the day ended, and you sent her home with a kiss and a promise to call her before the day ended, you went to the one place you knew.
the flower shop.
you picked out the usual pink bouquet, with a few extra white roses added in. something simple, but something that had always silently meant so much to her.
knocking on her front door felt more nerve-racking than it had the first time you'd ever been over. this felt so important. like you had to do this one thing right just to see a little bit of her smile.
the door opened after 30 seconds, and there stood your girl. hair thrown up into a messy bun, makeup off, but still yours.
you spoke first, "flowers for my girl".
for what felt like 5 minutes, she stared at your outstretched hands. the flowers that had become the norm, but now held so much weight.
and for the first time ever, regina george broke.
fast hot tears streamed down her face, as her lips trembled. into your body she leaned, her arms moving to wrap tightly around your waist. you didn't say anything as you held her back. words weren't necessary when the one you loved finally let the world stop holding her back.
when her tears slowed, and her breathing evened out, you were still there. holding those flowers, kissing her forehead, soothing brushes of your fingers against her back.
Regina holds the conversation as you clumsily make your way into her office. Youâre a little dazed and confused and Reginaâshe sees. Despite being sat with Emma, Snow, David, and Leroy of all people, she doesnât care. She lifts her hands and bends her finger for you to come towards herâand you do, arms wrapped around yourself slightly embarrassed for interrupting.
âItâs okay sweetheart, come here.â Regina smiled, taking a quick sip of her coffee.
You clamber awkwardly onto her lap, resting your head against her shoulder. Regina doesnât care about the others watchingâshe just cares about you. âItâs okay baby, mommyâs got you. Close your eyes sweetheart. Itâs just us.â She whispers softly, breath tingling against your ear.
You hold onto her, arms around her neck, the chatter of the others disappearing into the background like fog. The only sound bing Reginaâs heartbeat, as your eyes flutter shut and Regina goes back to her conversation with Emmaâlike nothing and no one had disturbed them.
âSo? Disaster relief funding? I think youâre right. Too much has happened not to take that seriously. Iâll draw up the papers.â She said, tone firm and in charge, she shifted you slightly, letting you sleep as she went about her business, drawing up papers, cutting budgets and implementing changes.
None of that really mattered. Not when she had you asleep on her lap, curled up like a little sleepy kola bear.
Regina was really hurt by her friends and she ends up taking out her anger on you.
WARNINGS: Angst, name calling, reader getting hurt and being slightly sensitive, mention of weight gain and eating disorder.
Please leave requests, they help me write when i have writers block! Love you guys!
Regina came home with tears falling down her face; she could barely walk. She felt so belittled by people she once called her best friends. You walked behind her, and you felt bad as you heard her tears. You watched as she hoped on her massive bed. You got on and snuggled up with her. "Baby, it's going to be okay." You say you are trying to calm her, but as she shifted to face you, her eyes were filled with anger and hurt. She pushed you away, unable to trust anyone in that moment of vulnerability.
"R-Regina." You whisper, you look at her and think for a few seconds, and you sigh deeply. "Okay, I see you need time." You say, standing up, "I'll be downstairs." You say, walking towards the door. As you reached for the doorknob, you hesitated, unsure if you should leave her alone in that state. But you knew that sometimes people needed space to process their emotions, so you quietly exited the room, closing the door gently behind you.
As you made your way downstairs, you couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness, wishing there was something more you could do to ease Regina's pain. But for now, all you could do was give her the time and space she needed to come to terms with whatever was troubling her.
You sit on the couch in the living room, and you can't help but feel guilt for leaving. Even though you know that's what she wanted, you scroll on your phone, hoping to distract you. You see the door open, and you smile when you see Ms. George standing at the doorway. She was holding grocery bags. You hop up quickly from the couch and go to help her with the bags.
Ms. George gives you a warm smile and thanks you for your help, mentioning that she brought over some of Regina's favourite snacks to cheer her up. As you both unpack the groceries, she quietly reassures you that Regina will come around in her own time. "Do you want to give these to Regina, then you can come down and help me with dinner?" She asks, her eyes slightly pleading.
You creep up on the Stairs, trying your best not to be too loud, in case Regina is sleeping. When you get to her room, you open the door slowly. You frown when you see that she is still sobbing. You walk up to her and smile, hoping to cheer her up. "I got you some snacks; you love chocolate chip cookies!" You exclaim happily.
Regina turns to you with a massive frown on her face. She looks at the plate and pushes it down, making the plate smash into the ground. It was one of those fancy glass plates; it cut your foot, and you winced in pain, but you tried to ignore it. You sit on the bed and look at Regina, but she doesn't look at you. There were a few minutes of silence before you decided to speak up again. "Regina." You start, but the blonde girl cuts you off. "You are so stupid!" she exclaims, and you are slightly taken back.
"You brought me cookies? Do you want me to gain more weight?" She yells, and you start to tear up because you hate yelling. Regina knows this. "I'm sorry; your mom got them, and I didn't think," you confess. Regina rolls her eyes. "You are a fucking idiot!." You frown, understanding she still needs more time alone.
You carefully get off the bed, trying your best not to stand on the glass that was smashed earlier. You get the vacuum to clean up the class; she doesn't seem bothered; she completely ignores your presence. You go down to help Ms. George with dinner.
After two hours, you were nearly finished. As you were filling the bowls with spaghetti and about to carry the bowl to offer it to Regina, you felt someone put an arm around your waist.
When you turn around, you see Regina standing there with tears on her cheeks. You scowl before turning to embrace her. She cries, and you two just hold each other without saying anything. A few minutes later, Regina pulls away, blotting her tears. "I'm so sorry for ignoring you earlier," she murmurs. âI appreciate you being here for me.â You give her a gentle smile and tell her you'll be there for her no matter what.
As you both sit down at the table, you can feel the tension slowly melting away. Regina picks up her fork and takes a small bite of the spaghetti, her eyes still glistening with tears.
You reach out and squeeze her hand, offering her some comfort. The silence between you is comfortable, filled with unspoken understanding and support. After a few moments, Regina looks up at you and smiles gratefully. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice filled with emotion.
After you finished eating, Regina's mom said that she would clean up, so you took her to the living room and sat her on the couch.
You couldn't even talk; Regina just started crying. It made you so sad to see her like this. "They humiliated me." She starts, more tears in her eyes.
You just nodded, listening closely to what she was saying. "Only tracksuit pants fit me." She said this, looking down at her stomach and frowning at what she was seeing.
You put a comforting arm around Regina's shoulder and gently reassured her that those people didn't matter. "Baby, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I fell in love with you, and I don't care about your body. If you want to lose weight, that's okay, but don't think you need to do it for anyone; you should be doing that only if you want to."
Regina nodded at your words. You pulled her into your arms and played with her hair, whispering sweet things into her hair. You turned the television on and decided to watch a movie. You watch a full movie and a half. You were about to speak up and say something, but you realise that she is sleeping. You smile, taking a picture of it and setting it as your wallpaper.
You wake her up to take her upstairs to her bedroom; she doesn't say anything; she just falls down into the bed. You were about to get into bed with her, but then you see a box of KĂ€lteen bars on her bedside table, and you are very confused. "Regina? What is this?"
She looks up and sighs, "Oh, Cady gave me those; she said they were to help me lose weight." You take a deep breath and say "Regina, these make you gain weight." You say, she looks up, and she has an angry expression; she didn't say anything; she just let out a loud, pricing scream.
The next morning, you woke up with no Regina beside you, and the burn book was missing.
Plot: Youâre the queens little maid, or so you thought. What if one day she asks you to rule by her side? ;) 18+
Au: Hey guysssssss, I would just like to preface this by saying they both have high libidos. So they get it on for most of the story. Trying to keep this authors note PG cause tumblr keeps censoring my shit so itâll only be out for a day and then no one sees it unless they go to my page. If this continues Iâm moving to Ao3. But I will let you know if that happens. Itâs so irritating and definitely discouraging. If it gets too much I will be moving off tumblr completely. Once again I will let you know if that happens. I love yâall so much and I hope you enjoy this one.
Warnings: lesbians;), blood, Regina licking blood off your b**bs, fem reader, slight humiliation, d/s dynamics (kinda), Regina magics herself a strap, magic cuffs, choking, face down ass up (yep you heard me), so so much praise,
Word count: 3,777
My knees dig into the castle floors. I have been ordered to scrub on my hands and knees, naked. I can feel her eyes boring into my back side but I refuse to give her the satisfaction of withering under her stare.
âYou know if you wanted me under you all you had to do was ask, right? Iâll listen to anything you ask of me.â I say sweetly, my tone dripping with submission.Â
Her steps are slow and methodical. My movements stop in an instant when her legs stop on either side of my body, her shadow looming over me. Her hand was quick to grab my chin, making my head snap back and look into her eyes.
âYou forget your place maid. Finish this room. GUARDS, when she is done bring her to my chambers.â The evil queen yells, slamming the door behind her not even giving the guards a chance to respond.
âDonât fucking look at me like that.â I bark at the guard, making them jump. Ever since I pushed one off the highest floor for touching me they have all been scared of me.
I scrub each tile for as long as I possibly can. The queen seems mad and I fear what she might do to me once I enter her bed chambers. By the time I am done the floor will be so spotless you can see your reflection.
âOkay, lead the way to the missâ chambers.â I nod my head at them. Letting them lead me to Regina's room. The walk is long and there are too many stairs to count. Her door is the most detailed wood out of all of them. Perfectly carved swirls surrounding a dying rose. I never understood why she was always labeled as an evil person. Evil isnât born, it's made. She's an excellent caretaker.
âYour majesty Iâm here. Can I come in?â I ask politely.Â
The door swings open and I bow my head to show respect. Her hand cups my cheek, running her nails down my neck to my cleavage. Her nails scratch at the top of my breasts, drawing blood. I canât help but bite my lip at the sensation. Heat spreading from my core. My eyes stay down.
âLook at me, pretty girl.â Her voice is sweet. Almost too sweet.
My eyes meet hers as she brings her lips to the newly made cut. I gasp as she sucks the wound. Her mouth taking my breath away. When she pulls away those perfect lips are covered in a thin layer of blood. Dripping onto her chin. As shaky as I am, I reach up and gently wipe the blood from her chin. Her eyes darken when she licks her lips.Â
My heart pounds in my chest. Fear is taking over my brain, I have never seen her like this. So ready to eat me alive. From our past encounters she has never ever looked at me like that. Never marked me as her property.Â
I try to step back but her arm is around me within seconds pulling me into her room throwing me on her dark silk sheets.Â
âYou look so beautiful marked up by me.â Her heels click on the tile letting her hips sway.Â
âDonât you think, little one?â She teases nudging my legs with her clothed knee. She bends over, hovering over my body, teeth digging into her already bloody lips.
âYes, your majesty.â I blush, hiding behind my hands.
âNo, my sweet maid. I need to see your face while I fuck you.â Her face centimeters from mine. Her fingers wrapping around my wrists, pinning my arms above my head. My eyes go wide followed by a gasp when her hip roughly met my core.
âThatâs right, make noise for your queen, petâ Her voice drips with venom. She lets one of my hands free but quickly catches it with her other. A sharp breath escapes me at her strong grip.
Before I know it that free hand is around my neck pressing just enough to make me dizzy. A sparkle crosses her eyes when she scans my face. Her nails dig into my wrists, a clear sign to keep them there. I do not dare disobey her silent rules. Her strong grip slowly subsides, her fingers on my aching cunt. Immediately entering two fingers inside of me. A moan is ripped out of me just when purple invades my vision.
âGood girl baby. You are safe. Do you trust me?â Her tone no longer holds the darkness it once had.
âYes, your majesty.â I am just praying she will move her fingers. With my sight being taken away from me it's like I can feel everything so intensely.
âThank you princess.â The name made my cheeks blush.
âI like when you call me that.â I couldnât help myself. She was the only thing I have ever looked forward to. She helped me off the ledge more times than I can count. Just by simply guiding me, letting me not think and run the whole show. To be woefully at her mercy. But her skillful fingers exit me, resting on my hips along with the one once on my throat.
âI bet you do, dear. Maybe one day I will make you my princess.â My whole body stops and my sight clears. My jaw is on the ground and I look at her with total shock.
âWhat? My dear, dear princess. I am telling the truth. I would not lie to you. You know that.â I do know that. But my body denies me worry free love. I look in her eyes, searching for any clue that her words aren't true, but I find nothing. There is only truth behind those honey eyes. Truth and a hint of love only I get to see.Â
Her thumb gently rubs at my full hips. Massaging the now tight muscle.
âI would love to be your princess. But I thought you werenât ready for that. Especially when the whole castle thinks I'm just your maid.â My voice wary. I was scared she hadnât really thought about this and would back out.
âI donât want to hide anymore Y/N. I just want you. I will still be the evil queen to them but not to you. You were never afraid to face me. You put up with me and showed me love when I didnât love myself. If you donât feel comfortable then you do not have to be in public but I beg of you, let me make you my princess. I canât do this without you.â She sinks to her knees.
âI will be your princess, Queenie. I would be more then honoredâ A smirk plays on my lips when I go up onto my elbows eyeing her position.
âNever thought Iâd get you on your knees, your majesty. Seems a little submissive if you ask me.â As soon as the last words left my mouth her eyes turned black.
âOh no.â Was all I could get out before she pounced on me. Her hand back on my throat, the other in my wet pussy.
âYou will regret that my dear.â Her tone obtained her venom. Thick with her slight accent.
âFuck.â Is all I can get out as her fingers pound into me at an ungodly pace. I donât know how she can even do this many consistent thrusts. Each hitting that perfect spot she knows I adore.
âAw princess, cat got your tongue?â I can only keep my eyes open long enough to see her bright smile turn sinister. She was going to eat me alive.
It quickly becomes too much to handle. Her fingers moving at a delicious pace while her hand around my throat makes me dizzy. I try to close my legs but her magic is quick to pin them to the bed. Leaving me spread open to use however she sees fit. Her magic quickly replaces the hand on my neck. Now squeezing, just holding me in place.Â
âYou look so beautiful like this, so submissive.â She says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.Â
That free hand of hers now caresses my inner thigh close to her other hand that's still pounding into me at a merciful pace. Her lips find my hip, kissing every inch of skin till her lips meet my hard nipples. Sucking and nipping every chance she got. I can feel myself getting close. My breath heaves while my walls contract around her fingers.
âThat's right princess, cum for your queen.â Just like that, her voice alone pushes me over the edge. But I am turned on my stomach so fast I canât even relish in my high. She bends me over the bed, hips pressed against my ass.Â
âYou remember that one time you mentioned using my magick to conjure a cock so big it feels like itâs splitting you open. Remember that princess? You were almost crying begging me to ruin you.â Her hand covers my mouth, my eyes wide. I had totally forgotten about my confession.
âUh uh no speaking babygirl.â Just then her hand that was once on my mouth is on the back of my head pushing me deep into the covers.Â
âYouâre going to keep your mouth shut while I use this tight hole of yours.â I canât help but moan. Her magic lets our favorite toy hang from her hip. Letting her feel everything. The toy pushes past my sensitive lips as her hand rubs my hips. Letting me get used to the stretch.Â
âYouâre doing so good for me, princess. You feel so good wrapped around my cock like this.â A deep moan comes from the depths of her soul as I push my hips against her, begging for some friction.Â
âPlease my queen. I need you.â That seemed to wake up something primal deep inside her. Her hands are no longer rubbing at my hips, her fingertips dig into my flesh forcing me even further into her. I gasp, clawing at her sheets. Her pace doesnât let up just a possessive growl and my hands magically bound behind my back.
âDonât hold those beautiful moans back, princess. I need to hear you.â She moans, pounding into me. The sounds of her hips meeting my ass fills the room along with her almost dark moans.Â
I moan louder and louder with each thrust, her girth stretching me just right. I canât help but let her use me like this. I can feel her hip losing rhythm, bucking into me. I plan what I say next hoping to feel her fill me.
âYes Regina, please, please please. I need you to fill me. I need you to use me. Please my queen, I am your toy.â Heat from my core spreads as I feel myself getting wetter and wetter.Â
âYes you are, all mine. Say it.â She demands, sounding like she is ready to let go. Giving me everything I've ever wanted.
âIâm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours. I belong to you. My body, my mind, my soul. I am wholefully yours.â I moan feeling myself get closer and closer. Just when my string of words ends I am filled with her very being. Her hips jerk into mine, sending me even further into the bed. With the peak of both of us coming undone I didnât realize my wrists were no longer bound and the weight on top of me was the queen toppled over, trying to catch her breath.
Her stretch slowly debilitated, pulling a whine from my lips.
âI know baby but you need to catch your breath.â Her voice no longer primal, just her sweet caring tone. I whine again, my stubbornness showing through.
âBut you felt so good.â I complain as her arms pull me against her chest. I gasp as her arms wrap around my waist to rub my stomach.
âI know and I filled you so good princess, but let's get you washed up. Maybe if youâre good Iâll let you sit on it while I get some paperwork done. Unfortunately these villages won't run themselves.â She smiles into my shoulder, softly guiding me to the washroom.Â
âYour people treat you so poorly, why do you put up with it? I mean you stopped killing people generations ago.â She chuckles at my words but I just look at her confused.
She has helped many of these people find jobs and enough pay to support their families. Most of them werenât even there for the killings. Shit most of them werenât even in that generation of people anymore.
âDo you hear yourself baby. Iâve killed people, I've ruined so many lives.â She goes on to list so many reasons why these people would despise her. I just shake my head and start our bath, adding in her favorite scent of bubbles.
âGina.â I take her face in my hands and make sure she is looking into my eyes.
âYou are a changed woman. Those people changed too so itâs not fair that they get treated like that. Youâve changed and you are proving it everyday. You gave people jobs that didnât even exist moons ago, you gave them money to fix their houses and businessâ. Just because you have an intense past does not mean you are the evil queen. You are simply a queen. You are not evil. Do you understand?â Tears spill down her cheeks as her arms wrap around my middle tightly. My hands rubbed her back as she wept.
âThank you, my darling. You have no idea what it means to me to hear those words come out of your mouth.â Her lips meet mine in a deep kiss.
âMy queen, I believe the bath is almost full.â A small giggle escapes from me as the queen rushes to turn it off. I canât help but laugh a little.
âOh you little minx.â She says splashing a little bit of water on me with a low chuckle.
âIâm your minx.â I say biting my lip and dropping to my knees. Hoping to tempt her.
âNice try my princess. As much as I'd love for you to put that mouth to good use, we need to bathe, the bubbles are disappearing on us.â I huff and pout my lips getting up and into the tub. Letting the warm water relax my muscles.
I scoot up while eyeing the queen. Begging her to get in behind me.
âI will be right there.â Her voice only full of love. I hear her throw her heels by her bed and can only imagine her willing herself to take off her outfit from today. Just in the nick of time she enters the bathroom fully naked. I canât help as much, my jaw hits the ground.
âOh my, I think my heart just stopped. Everytime I see you, you are more and more beautiful. I would go to war for you, I hope you know that.â I say in all sincerity. Her lips spread, giving me a bright smile. Her hips move side to side as she walks to me.
âHow did I end up with a queen as a maid.â I say in all honesty. The thought has crossed my mind more than once this evening and I can't help but appreciate that she feels the same about me as I do her.
âBecause my darling, you treat me as a human. You have so much love for me. So much so it won my soul. You hold my heart in your hands, my soul.â Her tone only being the genuine truth. Her hands find my cheeks as she places a small kiss on my lips. She expertly gets behind me pushing my back into her front.
Our bodies molding perfectly together. Iâve never been happier.Â
âIf only I was between your legs. Pulling those sweet moans from your perfect lips.â I sigh, turning around to kiss her next. A small wine coming from her lips.
âDid my queen just whine? What happened to you not being submissive?â I giggle lifting her legs and immediately attaching my lips around her clit. I needed to move quickly so she wouldnât stop me. Her hand grips the towel hanger behind her and the other claws at my scalp. My tongue laps around her entrance placing her thighs on my shoulder letting my arms hold her body weight. But I could tell she was putting too much pressure on her arm so I pull away.
âBaby if you donât put your full body weight into me so help me God I will stop right this second.â I say, her body immediately listening to me and putting her full weight on me.Â
âThank you.â I say quickly, connecting my mouth to her again. Each time my tongue glides over her swollen clit a moan tears out of her. Her nails in my scalp, pushing my face further into her hips.
âYes princess, just like that.â My vision fades slowly as her thighs lock around my head, cutting off my air flow.
My nails dig further into her hips as I suck on her clit, moaning at the taste. She yelps at the feeling, arching into me.
âAh yes, right there, right there. Iâm so close, please donât stop.â And that I donât. I donât stop. I lick and ravenage her like she is my favorite meal, pushing aside the dizziness. I plant my knees more firmly into the tub and hit all of her preferred spots, consistently and hard. I yearn to have my queen come undone for me. Itâs truly an honor. Her whole being takes over me. She is mine as much as I am hers.Â
I can feel her thighs shake next to my head, her body almost at the point of convulsing. Just then her heels dig into my shoulders trying to push me away as her high hit her. But I donât let up, I hold her in place letting her gently ride out her orgasm.Â
I lightly tap her thigh signaling to open up, which she immediately does. I gasp out letting air fill my lungs.
âSo worth the near death experience. You felt so good, I could stay in between your thighs forever.â I tease with a slight smirk. Slowly placing her back in the tub.
âBaby you need to be careful. I donât want you passing out on me.â Her lip pull into a tired smile. I canât help but smile back. Her smile brightening the whole room. I pull her into a lazy kiss, my hands cupping her cheeks.
âHow would you feel about becoming my princess in two weeks time?â She asks when we part. My smile only gets brighter and I nod quickly.Â
âI would be honored.â
Two Weeks LaterâŠ
Today had to be the perfect day to stand alongside my queen. The sky is a beautiful blue, slightly cloudy. The sky danced with oranges and pinks during this morning's sunrise. I had been begging Regina to be there with me. Without a doubt she showed up, sitting next to me and pulling me close to her body.
âThank you for agreeing to stay by my side. I want to make sure you know you donât have to do this. You donât have to be in the public eye.â She reassures me, rubbing my back.
âI know queenie, I appreciate your reassurance. I do agree, I donât want to be in the public eye for a long time but I am okay to do it today. I want the people to know who their new leader is. If I need to show up for them I will.â I say with confidence. Regina smiles at me proudly.Â
âI knew I picked the right person, you are going to be an amazing princess.â She says standing up and holding out her hand for me to take.
"Shall we go get you ready?â I take her hand happily, using her hand to help me up. As soon as I stand up her hands grip the back of my thighs hosting me onto her hips.
âRegina there's people.â I squeak as she walks us into her bed chambers.
âLet them stare. They need to know youâre mine.â She whispers in my ear, setting me on her bed. Giving my cheek a small kiss.
âNow what color would you like to wear?â She asks, opening her huge closet. My mouth drops to the floor at the site of all these gorgeous dresses on display. I canât help but let my feet guide me inside, my fingertips caressing over each fabric. Purple silk, Red silk, black suede, and so much more.Â
âThey are all yours. I made them specially for you.â Tears well up in my eyes. There's no way she did this for me.
âHow?â I ask, at a loss for words.
âHow did you have time or my measurements?â I question. My mind canât comprehend it.
âI told you I was good with my hands. I asked the maids to get your measurements when you first came to me looking for work. I knew you would work your way up the chain of command. I mean think of it, you were head of the maids three months in. Not everyone can say that. I made them myself, I wanted to make sure the person who made them had the best intentions and who better to do that besides myself.â She rambles, nervously playing with her nails.
My arms find their way around her waist, pulling her into a tight hug. That's when the realization hit me. I pull away, gripping her biceps, looking in her eyes.
âYou mean to tell me while you were running all of these villages, you were hand making these extremely intricate dresses. Where did you find the time?â I say almost breathless, almost at a loss for words.Â
  âI made the time, darling. I had a gut feeling and I trusted it whole heartedly. It took a couple years and look at you now. I always believed in you.â Her eyes drag down my body, smiling proudly. She eyes the scar from earlier that month. She smirks and plants a soft kiss on her, leaving behind her signature red lipstick.Â
âNow let's get you dressed and do this thing.â She smiles proudly, once again. I smile back this time, following her lead.Â
She is my future, this is my future, and I wouldnât trade it for anything. Iâd even kill for it.
(Au: Oh no, are we gonna turn evil to protect our lovely queen?)
At the lunch table, Reginaâs foot taps mine under the tableâbut this time, she doesnât look away. The moment is short-lived.
âSoâŠâ Karen draws out the word, eyes bright with some revelation. âAre you and Janis, like⊠together?â
I blink and furrow my eyebrows. âWhat?â
Gretchenâs already leaning forward, her expression faux-casual in that way that means sheâs anything but. âYeah. People are talking. I mean, you guys have been pretty inseparable lately.â
Janis, across the table, lets out a bark of laughter. âSince when does being lab partners mean weâre secretly dating?â
Karen shrugs, âI mean, she did steal your fries on Monday. Thatâs, like, intimate.â
âShe also called me a human traffic cone,â I point out.
âAnd I stand by it,â Janis says flatly, popping a fry into her mouth. âAlso, Iâm very flattered the lesbian rumor mill is finally including me, but⊠no.â
Gretchen glances between the two of us like sheâs watching a tennis match. âBut you could be cute. In a scary, brooding, donât-touch-me kind of way.â
âYouâve described Janis,â I say dryly. âNot me.â
Across the table, Regina hasnât said a word. Her iced coffee cup is clutched in one hand, straw bent at a sharp angle where her thumb presses down.
She smilesânot with her eyes, just her mouth. âWow. High school gossip really is thriving.â
Karen gasps suddenly. âWait, if you and Janis arenât together, then who are you into? Oh my god, is it someone at this table?â
Reginaâs foot disappears from under mine.
âKaren,â Gretchen groans, âyou canât just interrogate people.â
âBut Iâm curious!â
âWell, maybe donât be,â Regina says sharply. Her voice is even, but the edge is unmistakable. Karen shrinks a little.
Thereâs a moment of silence, Regina sets her coffee down and glances at her phone. âChemistryâs next, right?â
âYeah,â I say, trying to match her tone. Light. Easy. Like nothingâs changed.
Regina doesnât look at me again, but when she stands and walks away, the straw of her iced coffee is still bent.
_
The hallway between third and fourth period is its usual chaosâshouts, lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking on tile. Iâm digging in my bag for my notebook when a hand wraps around my wrist and yanks me sideways.
âJesusâRegina?â
She doesnât answer. Just moves fast, weaving between bodies until weâre ducking into the girlsâ locker room. The fluorescent lights hum low overhead, casting everything in pale blue. The door swings shut behind us with a heavy metallic thud. She lets go of my wrist the moment weâre alone but doesnât move far. Her arms cross. Her hip sticking out slightly to one side. Sheâs posing like sheâs fineâbut her eyes donât lie.
âSo,â she says, her voice low and sharp around the edges. âYou and Janis, huh?â
I blink. âWhat? No. You know thatâs notââ
âDo I?â she cuts in. Her tone isnât angry. Itâs worse. Controlled. Precise. Like every word is being pulled through a filter of restraint. âBecause people seem very convinced.â
âThereâs nothing going on with Janis. She thinks the rumorâs as dumb as I do.â
Regina tilts her head. âThen why did it make me want to throw my drink at someoneâs face?â
I take a step closer, careful. Like sheâs a wire stretched tight.
âBecause youâre jealous,â I say gently. âWhich is fair. But pointless.â
Her laugh is short, humorless. âYouâre mine in secret. And now people think youâre hersâin public. You donât get how messed up that is?â
I donât answer right away. I let it hang there, between us, heavy and real. Then I say, âI get how it feels. But I didnât do anything wrong. And neither did Janis. The only thing thatâs real is thisâus.â
Reginaâs jaw tenses. âYeah, well. Sometimes it feels like this doesnât matter when no oneâs allowed to know it exists.â
I step closer and she doesnât move away. I reach up, brushing my knuckles down her arm. âYou donât have to prove anything. Not to them. Not to me.â
Her eyes flick up to mine, sharp and searching. Then she grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me into her like gravity gave up trying to keep her away. The kiss is urgentâbiting, breathless. Not soft. Not careful. It tastes like frustration and something thatâs been burning a little too long. When she pulls back, her forehead rests against mine. Her voice is quieter now.
âI donât like sharing. Even if itâs not real.â
âYouâre not sharing,â I whisper. âYou just canât call dibs out loud.â
She huffs a laugh, barely. âGod, I hate how much that makes sense.â
Her arms slide around my waist, tugging me close again. We stand like that for a second. Just breathing. Just trying to find steady ground in a school full of whispers. Reginaâs grip loosens slightly, but she doesnât let go. Her cheek brushes mine as she speaksâso low, I almost miss it over the hum of the overhead lights.
âItâs not about Janis. Not really.â
I pull back just enough to see her face. Her eyes are glassy but dry, her jaw still tight like sheâs swallowing every word before it escapes.
âI know,â I say. âItâs about people thinking Iâm hers when Iâm actually yoursâand you canât correct them.â
She gives a brittle smile. âYou sound way too okay with that.â
âIâm not okay with people thinking the wrong thing,â I say. âBut I am okay with waiting. With doing this the way you need to.â
Her throat works, like she wants to argue but doesnât have the strength. âYouâre so good at saying the right thing.â
I rest my hands on her hips. âThatâs because I mean it.â
She exhales sharply, eyes darting away. âItâs just⊠when people think youâre with her, they get to see it. Laugh about it. Speculate. And all I get is closets and corners.â
I brush my thumb along her waist. âJanis gets my sarcasm. You get everything else.â
That earns a real smile. Small. But itâs there.
âI hate that I care so much,â she mutters. âThat some dumb rumor made me feel like Iâm losing something I havenât even claimed.â
âYou donât have to stake a flag to keep something,â I say. âIâm not going anywhere.â
She looks at me like she wants to believe that more than anything in the world. Then, finally, she leans in and kisses me againâthis time slower. Less heat, more meaning. Like sheâs trying to write something permanent with her mouth. When we pull apart, her fingers stay tangled in the hem of my shirt.
âI donât deserve you,â she whispers.
I shake my head. âYou keep saying that. And you keep being wrong.â
She lets out a quiet, breathy laugh. Then: âYou make it very hard to keep pretending I donât love you.â
âYouâll stop pretending when youâre ready,â I say. âUntil then, Iâll be here. Getting falsely accused of dating Janis.â
She smirks, stepping back just far enough to fix her hair in the mirror. âI should be mad. But at least Janis has taste.â
I grin. âTell her that. Sheâll write it on her forehead.â
Regina glances at me one more time in the mirror. âLetâs get out of here before someone thinks weâre plotting a coup.â
As we step back into the hallway, weâre two feet apart again. Nothing to see here. But her pinky brushes mine for a second before she pulls away. Just enough to tell me sheâs still there.
-THE NEXT DAY-
By the time we enter school the next morning, the rumor has legs. By second period, itâs walked into every hallway and leaned against every locker. I hear my name tangled with Janisâs in whispersâhalf-laughing, half-daring. By lunch, itâs graduated into full-blown speculation.
âThey totally hooked up at that art show thing,â someone says behind me in line for fries.
âYou think Janis would actually go soft for someone?â
âPlease. Have you seen how she looks at her?â
I donât even bother turning around. But I feel eyes. And across the cafeteria, so does Regina. Sheâs two tables over, pretending to scroll through her phone while Gretchen blathers on about something Karen said during spin class. But I watch her freeze when she hears it:
ââŠand if you ask me, Janis could do better.â
That one comes from a junior. Someone loud enough to hear but quiet enough to pretend they werenât trying. Regina looks up slowly, eyes slicing across the space until they land on the source. She doesnât say a word. Just stares. Long and hard.
The girl falters. âWhat?â
Reginaâs voice is ice. âDid anyone ask for your opinion?â
The girl stammers something and shrinks into her chair. The conversation around her dies like someone pulled the plug. Regina turns back to her tray without another word. But I see itâthe tension in her shoulders, the way she stabs her salad like it owes her money.
Sheâs unraveling. Not because she believes the rumor. But because she canât fix it. Canât touch it without burning down everything sheâs built. All day, she hears it: snide remarks in the bathroom. Whispered jokes in class. She doesnât say anything else. But she glares. She shuts conversations down with one look. She becomes colder. Sharper, but quieter, too. And later that night, just after midnight, thereâs a knock at my back door.
I pad downstairs, still in a T-shirt and shorts, heart skipping. When I open it, Reginaâs standing there in black leggings, an oversized hoodie, and no makeup. Sheâs holding her phone in one hand and a duffel bag in the other.
âI didnât know where else to go,â she says. âI just neededâŠâ
She doesnât finish. I reach out and take the bag from her and step aside.
âYou donât have to explain,â I say. âCome in.â
She walks past me slowly, shedding her shoes by the door like theyâre too heavy to carry another step. The bag lands on the floor with a soft thud. She turns to me, expression unreadable. And then she walks straight into my arms.
