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Three’s Trouble, Four’s a Threat

Pairing: The Plastics x fem!reader

Summary: Just some headcanons on what it’s like dating the Plastics

Word count: 1.3K (27 bullet points)

Contents: poly!Plastics, bad girl!reader, Shane slander, mentions of violence

Note: HAPPY PRIDE!!!! I have a lot of fic ideas that I’m working on, several of which I’m hoping to put out this month, unfortunately none are ready at this current moment, but I wanted to post something on the first day of pride to welcome this month in and I’ve had these sitting in my drafts for months (technically a year as of March) so what better time to post them than now. A translator app was used a few times in this fic so incorrect Hindi translations are probably present, anyone who actually speaks Hindi please politely correct me on any mistakes. And before anybody asks, which you might not, this is not the same badgirl!reader (same fonts, different people) as my series. That said, I hope you all enjoy!

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SFW:

This relationship was a surprise to everyone because what do you mean The Plastics, the most perfect girls in school, are dating The North Shore Menace, the leather jacket wearing, motorcycle riding girl with tattoos and a nose piercing who’s always causing trouble (the words of one (1) Shane Oman who is obviously so very jealous they’re not with him)

You’re never actually causing trouble, just putting an end to it… in a rather violent manner

Of course, The Plastics are the only ones who know your whole “Menace” rep is a façade that stems from your home life and that you’re actually a major softie on the inside (but that stays between the four of you)

You’re always getting in fights to defend your girls, mostly with Shane Oman (sometimes some of his jock buddies too) who never seem to learn that this is not a battle they want. You’ve never lost a fight 😎, and honestly it’s embarrassing for them that they keep trying, but that doesn’t mean you don’t come out without some injuries. The girls always nurse you back to health after and make sure to thank you with lots of kisses and cuddles.

Possessive. Possessive. Possessive. You’re all possessive of each other (Regina the most) not because you don’t trust each other, but because you don’t trust everybody else at this fucking school to keep their hands to themselves.

To combat this, you got the four of you matching leather jackets. Each of them has your names embroidered at the top and say Property of The Plastics & The North Shore Menace on the back. This only succeeded in making you guys more possessive.

One day, you decided to try something different and showed up to school glammed the fuck up, by your own hand and not The Plastics who are stunned into silence at the sight of you - like I’m talking shiny gold hoop earrings, a thin chained shiny gold necklace with your zodiac sign on it, thigh high boots, a fitted strapless dress in your favorite color that accentuates your figure, and of course your embroidered leather jacket to finish the look - you know, the works. (Shane decided to be a dick and tried to use this opportunity to beat you up… he still lost) Regina tried to convince you to ditch after she saw you, but you refused and the three had to wait till after school to show you just how much they loved your outfit. The next day, there was a campaign going around with a long ass fucking name called ‘Be Like The Plastics and Get You a Girl Who Can Do Both’

Did I mention you have tattoos? Because you do, several of them actually. One arm is a full sleeve of basically your special interests and the other has a few tattoos that the girls designed to represent each of them. You even have their initials tattooed over your heart.

Addicted to their kisses. Regina’s kisses are rough and fast and demanding. Her hands are always either tugging you closer by your shirt or gripping your ass. Karen’s kisses are quite the opposite - they’re soft and sweet and gentle, often broken up with giggles, and her arms are usually wrapped around your waist in a hug. Gretchen’s kisses are definitely a mix of both. They start out slow and soft and gentle, but can speed up and turn rough faster than you can blink, her arms wrapped around your neck and tugging you as close as possible. All of their kisses leave you with hearts practically swirling in your eyes and smiling like a love-drunk idiot.

You never have to pay for anything anymore. They all have more than enough money to take turns buying things for you (look at anything for more than five seconds and it’s yours), but majority of the time Regina is buying for everybody.

Karen, Gretchen, and you always take turns cooking dinner when you spend the night at Regina’s because she can’t cook to save her life, but she is an excellent taste tester so it all works out.

You love to bake, it’s one of your favorite things to do. Cookies, cakes, brownies, muffins, anything sweet really. Honestly, you much prefer to bake over cook so majority of the time when you’re in the kitchen, you’re making something sweet. You’ve got each of their favorites sweets memorized and make them after especially hard days, on special occasions, or just at their requests.

Pet names go crazy with the four of you. You’ve all got different pet names for each other and they are all sickeningly adorable. Regina is Gigi, Gi, and Reg or Reggie by Gretchen, Karen, and you respectively. Gretchen is Mi Sol, मेरा प्यार (mera pyaar - my love), and Chi-chi by Regina, Karen, and you respectively. Karen is Mami/Mama, Ren, and Kar by Gretchen, Regina, and you in that order. Regina calls you dumbass and idiot (lovingly!) and also baby too while Gretchen calls you mi amor and Karen calls you जानेमन (jaaneman - sweetheart).

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NSFW:

Bottoms, the lot of them. Luckily for them, you love watching them writhe underneath of you.

Regina, despite being the apex predator of North Shore and having the three of you wrapped around her finger in public, is the bottom-est of bottoms in the bedroom. The number one Pillow Princess between the four of you.

Regina is a slut for praise and degradation, believe it or not. Call her a good girl and she’ll melt. Call her a slut and she’ll moan, but call her ‘pretty little whore’ and she’ll fucking scream in bliss.

She’s also a brat who needs to be reminded of her place sometimes, and what better way to remind her who’s in charge than a spanking that leaves her ass red, her pussy throbbing, and her begging for release? 😏

Contradictory to my first statement, Gretchen is a switch! Argue with the wall. Not only that, but when Gretchen is in top mode, she’s mean. Again, argue with the wall.

Gretchen loves edging you and Regina. Holy shit, it’s like her favorite thing to do when she’s in the mood - turning the two of you into absolute moaning messes who cling to each other and can’t cum without her permission lest you want to be edged for longer next time.

While Gretchen loves to do the edging, she actively hates being edged herself. She much prefers to be overstimulated and cum and cum and cum until tears are streaming down her cheeks and she can’t take it anymore.

Power. Bottom. Karen. Argue 👏🏼 with 👏🏼 THE WALL 👏🏼👏🏼 Listen, I know Karen isn’t book smart, but I strongly believe she is sex smart and knows a lot about sex. Like she knows what she wants from her partners and even though she’s on the bottom, she’ll guide you or Gretchen on how best to get her off that day.

Karen loves to be ate out. She loves sitting on your face and riding your tongue until her thighs are quivering and she physically cannot hold herself up anymore.

Karen’s got you and Gretchen wrapped around her finger in the bedroom. You two can never tease her for too long before either of you are caving to her demands and giving her exactly what she wants.

Surprise! The first time you guys have sex together, they realize you have nipple piercings, and oh wow, you’re so sensitive there. Even the lightest touch from the girls has you shivering and your hips bucking with pleasure. Yes, you can cum from just nipple play. Gretchen is always using this to tease you when she’s topping and always convinces Karen and Regina to join in (you hate it so bad, but you love it so much.)

Resident munch. Eating out is your favorite thing to do. Your ankles always end up crossed in contentment when your face is buried between any of their legs bringing them pleasure.

Mommy kink for you.

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All in all, while it’s a very shocking relationship to others (and also none of their business really), the four of you have a very healthy and loving relationship together filled with copious amounts of love and happiness.

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I know I haven’t posted in a while but I am still writing. That said, those of you who have seen Nae’s new music video how would we feel about a boxer!Regina fic

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Misic Video out on YouTube

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RENEÉ RAPP Leave Me Alone (Official Music Video)

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obviously i’m the one choosing for her to do this but at some point shadowheart casting guidance every time you speak to somebody displays a quite funny lack of confidence

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@superhaught IS THE BESTEST BEST FRIEND A GIRL COULD EVER ASK FOR. HOLY SHIT I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

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Reneé at the Vanity Fair Oscar after party

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the thing about glinda staying behind is that it starts as an act of cowardice and self-preservation, but in the end it becomes the greatest act of love she can do for elphaba--to stay and take up her cause. in some ways, elphaba can only leave because she knows glinda will be there to keep fighting.

it's one of the reasons i go hmm when i see the argument that fiyero gets to be with elphaba because he makes the right/selfless choice where glinda could not. like yes, from one angle. but from another, he gets to be with elphaba because he never cares about oz/rightness the way elphaba does and glinda comes to--he is purely focused on elphaba. so he can go with her. but a story where glinda runs away with elphaba is a story where elphaba's fight cannot live on, where nothing of the home elphaba loved--even if that love was complicated--can be saved. i think that would be a different form of tragedy, personally.

we talk a lot about the hat and the cloak, glinda creating the wicked witch out of her love and affection for elphaba. but, y'know, i think we should also talk about how the reverse is true, too: elphaba creates glinda the good witch. some things elphaba cannot change, but she changes glinda, and that will make a difference.

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Slit throats are red, Mindflayers are blue, We'd risk it all, For a Hamster called Boo

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NEVER!!

@sapphicnae @sapphicantics stop making me feel so loved and appreciated

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@superhaught I do! do you know that I love you

Incurable Cravings (Chapter Six)

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warning(s): brief references to sex.

Word Count: 1500, Part 6/6 - Final Chapter (better late than never!)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Regina and reader discuss Harvard and their future together.

You immediately covered your eyes with your hands trying to avoid Regina’s reaction, so it wasn’t until she gently pulled your hands down again that you saw the blonde beaming back at you. 

“Is that all?” She asked.

“What?”

“Baby, come on, I’m so fucking proud of you! Did you think I was going to be upset?”

“Well, yeah… If not for the fact that I’m moving far away then because I waited this long to tell you.” You averted your gaze, your eyes were still watering and you didn’t want her to see.

Regina sighed and then shook her head, “I’m not upset. My darling is going to Harvard. I’m ecstatic, and you should be too. I’m going to miss you like crazy while you’re away, but you can bet your ass that I’m going to visit you every single chance I get! Hell, I can visit Leighton in Vermont, too.”

You sniffled and looked back at her but you were still nervous.

She tutted at you, “I know that look. What’re you worrying about?”

“Me going away… I thought… I thought that it would mean you’d break up with me.”

Regina raised an eyebrow and frowned, “why would I go and do a stupid thing like that?”

You stared at her in shock, “t-the… distance… other people… all of those things.”

“Do you want to split up when you leave for school?”

“No!” You grabbed her arms, tighter than you maybe should have.

Regina reached up and touched your jaw gently, “then there’s nothing to be worried about, okay? I know I don’t say everything that I feel out loud… but believe me, I never want to be without you. So what if you’re going to be moving? You’re still mine.”

Whatever dam that was inside of holding everything back crumbled at that and you fell forward into Regina as you sobbed. 

She held you while you cried and eventually slid down the bathroom wall, pulling you both down to the ground to sit until you recovered. She whispered quiet affirmations to you while kissing your hair and rubbing your back. 

You finally were able to get in a few deep breaths and then you pulled back to look at her again.

Regina dabbed at your eyes and whispered, “I love you, okay? And… there is so much life that I want to live with you, still. So, stop your crying because you’re going to get puffy and because we are going to celebrate this accomplishment.”

“Celebrate?”

“Oh, yes baby. Just you and me tonight…” she smirked at you in a way that made your stomach flip, then continued, “and then I’m going to throw you the biggest fucking party ever.”

You laughed incredulously, “you’re… going to throw me a party?”

Regina nodded, biting her lower lip, “yes, I am.”

“A party… with people there?”

Regina laughed, “people are usually present at parties, yes.”

“No, I mean-”

“I know what you mean, but I want to do this. I want everyone to know how amazing you are.”

“Gina…”

Regina simply leaned in and kissed you, saying all that needed to be said. 

That evening, Regina took you home with her, confidently holding your hand in hers as she brought you inside and up to her room. If you noticed any kind of reaction from Ms.George, it was immediately forgotten as Regina ate you out to within an inch of your life in her bed, and then fucked you again in the bath, and then gifted you a gorgeous strapon that she has been saving for a “special occasion” that you used to fuck her until you were both too spent to do anything but go straight to sleep. 

A couple weeks later, Regina invited Janis to get coffee with her. You encouraged Janis to accept the offer, and thank God she did, because they finally talked and worked through everything. You watched as Regina and Janis forgave one another and a supportive friend group formed. You, Regina, Janis, Cady, Damien, Gretchen, and Karen all ate lunch together everyday and hung out outside of school. 

Regina figured out that she didn’t have to make a big deal out of coming out, she could just be. Before long, she was using her powers of influence to shut down classmates’ homophobic comments, got teachers to start talking about queer history in class and got a portion of the Senior Prom profits donated to a local shelter for queer youth. Then, in the week before graduation, Regina threw you a massive party celebrating your Harvard acceptance and she kissed you in front of everyone.

You were on cloud nine all summer. You and Regina spent nearly every day together, sometimes joined by your friends. You went swimming all the time, took a weekend trip to Chicago, saw drive-in movies, and barely slept at your own house. 

When it came to leaving for school, Regina insisted on driving you to Boston herself. You made a list of all the sites in Cambridge and Boston that you wanted to see and Regina smiled even when she was bored out of her skull while you rambled about the State House and the Great Molasses Flood. Regina was far more interested in thoroughly investigating your dorm and campus, stating that she needed to know you’d be safe without her. Your roommate, Daphne, was so nice and didn’t even get upset when Regina grilled her about her high school experience and college ambitions. 

You both cried when you had to say goodbye because you had to give in to the dramatics of it all even though Regina called you twenty minutes later when she hit the freeway. 

Days turned to weeks, then months. Regina was taking a gap year to figure things out and work and she made sure to visit you and Leighton and her other East Coast residing friends as often as she could (Cady was settling in wonderfully at MIT and the two of you hung out often, and Janis was very happy at RISD). 

Before you knew it, your sophomore year was around the corner. You had stayed on campus for a research internship over the summer and one day when you got back to your dorm, a certain blonde was standing there waiting for you. You dropped your bag onto the ground and ran into Regina’s arms, kissing her cheeks frantically. She laughed and said, “I needed to tell you in person - I’m starting at the fashion institute in New York this semester baby!” 

You laid in your twin size dorm bed with Regina curled into your side while she drew nonsensical shapes onto your bare chest with her fingers. 

“We’ll be able to see each other so much more often, the bus between Boston and New York is so cheap!” 

Regina shuddered and made a retching sound, “you can take the bus, I will be traveling First Class on the Amtrak, thank you very much.” 

You laugh, “you say that now but just wait until you spend all of your allowance on eating out instead of succumbing to whatever they’re serving at the dining hall.” 

Regina looked up at you, "I love you, I really do but I’m sorry, I’ll die before I take a Megabus out of Port Authority. For literally so many reasons.” 

You chuckled at the blonde and rolled over to be on top of her as you began kissing down her body and made her shut up about the transportation options.

So you stayed in Boston, Regina moved to New York which was a massive improvement, but still not close enough sometimes. 

Things really started to feel settled when a couple weeks into the semester, you got word from Regina that Leighton was transferring from Essex to MIT. Regina started coming to Boston so often that she ended up signing up for a clinical trial on POTS being run at the Harvard Medical School so you got to see her a lot and she started to feel so much better even through all the complaining that you guys did about how shitty the transit system in Boston was. 

You went down to New York to see Broadway shows and concerts with Regina. One night while out for dinner she said, “just move here, will you? I hear Columbia is fine. I hate Boston.” 

You laughed and responded, “no you don’t, just last week you said that New York overstimulates you and that you love that you can actually see the leaves change in Boston.” 

“Ugh, didn’t I tell you to stop using the things I say against me?” 

“Mm no I don’t remember that. At least we know that we’ll never move back to Illinois.” 

Regina smirked and clinked her drink glass against yours, “that, my love, is very true.”

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AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS IS AMAZING!!! YOU GUYS DON’T UNDERSTAND!! THIS WAS LIKE THE FIRST STORY I EVER REBLOGGED ON HERE AND I’VE BEEN SO INVESTED THIS IS LITERALLY THE BEST ENDING EVER

Now on to my thoughts:

This fic is so good, I loved everything about it I literally have no thoughts other than the fact that Larissa I can’t believe you included Leighton’s transfer from Essex to MIT

Incurable Cravings (Chapter Six)

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warning(s): brief references to sex.

Word Count: 1500, Part 6/6 - Final Chapter (better late than never!)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Regina and reader discuss Harvard and their future together.

You immediately covered your eyes with your hands trying to avoid Regina’s reaction, so it wasn’t until she gently pulled your hands down again that you saw the blonde beaming back at you. 

“Is that all?” She asked.

“What?”

“Baby, come on, I’m so fucking proud of you! Did you think I was going to be upset?”

“Well, yeah… If not for the fact that I’m moving far away then because I waited this long to tell you.” You averted your gaze, your eyes were still watering and you didn’t want her to see.

Regina sighed and then shook her head, “I’m not upset. My darling is going to Harvard. I’m ecstatic, and you should be too. I’m going to miss you like crazy while you’re away, but you can bet your ass that I’m going to visit you every single chance I get! Hell, I can visit Leighton in Vermont, too.”

You sniffled and looked back at her but you were still nervous.

She tutted at you, “I know that look. What’re you worrying about?”

“Me going away… I thought… I thought that it would mean you’d break up with me.”

Regina raised an eyebrow and frowned, “why would I go and do a stupid thing like that?”

You stared at her in shock, “t-the… distance… other people… all of those things.”

“Do you want to split up when you leave for school?”

“No!” You grabbed her arms, tighter than you maybe should have.

Regina reached up and touched your jaw gently, “then there’s nothing to be worried about, okay? I know I don’t say everything that I feel out loud… but believe me, I never want to be without you. So what if you’re going to be moving? You’re still mine.”

Whatever dam that was inside of holding everything back crumbled at that and you fell forward into Regina as you sobbed. 

She held you while you cried and eventually slid down the bathroom wall, pulling you both down to the ground to sit until you recovered. She whispered quiet affirmations to you while kissing your hair and rubbing your back. 

You finally were able to get in a few deep breaths and then you pulled back to look at her again.

Regina dabbed at your eyes and whispered, “I love you, okay? And… there is so much life that I want to live with you, still. So, stop your crying because you’re going to get puffy and because we are going to celebrate this accomplishment.”

“Celebrate?”

“Oh, yes baby. Just you and me tonight…” she smirked at you in a way that made your stomach flip, then continued, “and then I’m going to throw you the biggest fucking party ever.”

You laughed incredulously, “you’re… going to throw me a party?”

Regina nodded, biting her lower lip, “yes, I am.”

“A party… with people there?”

Regina laughed, “people are usually present at parties, yes.”

“No, I mean-”

“I know what you mean, but I want to do this. I want everyone to know how amazing you are.”

“Gina…”

Regina simply leaned in and kissed you, saying all that needed to be said. 

That evening, Regina took you home with her, confidently holding your hand in hers as she brought you inside and up to her room. If you noticed any kind of reaction from Ms.George, it was immediately forgotten as Regina ate you out to within an inch of your life in her bed, and then fucked you again in the bath, and then gifted you a gorgeous strapon that she has been saving for a “special occasion” that you used to fuck her until you were both too spent to do anything but go straight to sleep. 

A couple weeks later, Regina invited Janis to get coffee with her. You encouraged Janis to accept the offer, and thank God she did, because they finally talked and worked through everything. You watched as Regina and Janis forgave one another and a supportive friend group formed. You, Regina, Janis, Cady, Damien, Gretchen, and Karen all ate lunch together everyday and hung out outside of school. 

Regina figured out that she didn’t have to make a big deal out of coming out, she could just be. Before long, she was using her powers of influence to shut down classmates’ homophobic comments, got teachers to start talking about queer history in class and got a portion of the Senior Prom profits donated to a local shelter for queer youth. Then, in the week before graduation, Regina threw you a massive party celebrating your Harvard acceptance and she kissed you in front of everyone.

You were on cloud nine all summer. You and Regina spent nearly every day together, sometimes joined by your friends. You went swimming all the time, took a weekend trip to Chicago, saw drive-in movies, and barely slept at your own house. 

When it came to leaving for school, Regina insisted on driving you to Boston herself. You made a list of all the sites in Cambridge and Boston that you wanted to see and Regina smiled even when she was bored out of her skull while you rambled about the State House and the Great Molasses Flood. Regina was far more interested in thoroughly investigating your dorm and campus, stating that she needed to know you’d be safe without her. Your roommate, Daphne, was so nice and didn’t even get upset when Regina grilled her about her high school experience and college ambitions. 

You both cried when you had to say goodbye because you had to give in to the dramatics of it all even though Regina called you twenty minutes later when she hit the freeway. 

Days turned to weeks, then months. Regina was taking a gap year to figure things out and work and she made sure to visit you and Leighton and her other East Coast residing friends as often as she could (Cady was settling in wonderfully at MIT and the two of you hung out often, and Janis was very happy at RISD). 

Before you knew it, your sophomore year was around the corner. You had stayed on campus for a research internship over the summer and one day when you got back to your dorm, a certain blonde was standing there waiting for you. You dropped your bag onto the ground and ran into Regina’s arms, kissing her cheeks frantically. She laughed and said, “I needed to tell you in person - I’m starting at the fashion institute in New York this semester baby!” 

You laid in your twin size dorm bed with Regina curled into your side while she drew nonsensical shapes onto your bare chest with her fingers. 

“We’ll be able to see each other so much more often, the bus between Boston and New York is so cheap!” 

Regina shuddered and made a retching sound, “you can take the bus, I will be traveling First Class on the Amtrak, thank you very much.” 

You laugh, “you say that now but just wait until you spend all of your allowance on eating out instead of succumbing to whatever they’re serving at the dining hall.” 

Regina looked up at you, "I love you, I really do but I’m sorry, I’ll die before I take a Megabus out of Port Authority. For literally so many reasons.” 

You chuckled at the blonde and rolled over to be on top of her as you began kissing down her body and made her shut up about the transportation options.

So you stayed in Boston, Regina moved to New York which was a massive improvement, but still not close enough sometimes. 

Things really started to feel settled when a couple weeks into the semester, you got word from Regina that Leighton was transferring from Essex to MIT. Regina started coming to Boston so often that she ended up signing up for a clinical trial on POTS being run at the Harvard Medical School so you got to see her a lot and she started to feel so much better even through all the complaining that you guys did about how shitty the transit system in Boston was. 

You went down to New York to see Broadway shows and concerts with Regina. One night while out for dinner she said, “just move here, will you? I hear Columbia is fine. I hate Boston.” 

You laughed and responded, “no you don’t, just last week you said that New York overstimulates you and that you love that you can actually see the leaves change in Boston.” 

“Ugh, didn’t I tell you to stop using the things I say against me?” 

“Mm no I don’t remember that. At least we know that we’ll never move back to Illinois.” 

Regina smirked and clinked her drink glass against yours, “that, my love, is very true.”

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THEY’RE BAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!

Simple Rules

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warning: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI)

Word Count: ~2k, Part 1/?

Regina and reader harbor a secret relationship that is maintained through Regina's rules.

Regina George was all about rules.

She had rules with the other plastics like pink Wednesdays and the frequency of wearing ponytails and sweatpants and who could talk to who. She was, after all, North Shore’s apex predator. 

She had rules with you, too. There were three: First, no one, not a single soul, not even Gretchen, could know about you and her (this also had sub-rules of no posting together and no public appearances together, obviously). Second, no jealousy over bearding, for necessities sake, of course. And third, Regina called the shots.

That last one was intentionally vague, you knew that. You knew what you were getting yourself into and you agreed to the terms. You honestly never had a problem with the rules. You didn’t think about them much, because at the end of the day, being with Regina was easily worth every one of her rules.

Amazingly, when Regina wanted to, she was actually very good at slipping away under the radar. While Gretchen and Karen knew that saying Regina was doing “college prep” was the agreed-upon lie for janitor’s closet trysts, they did not know that her Tuesday and Thursday after school “bullshit SAT thing” that her mom made her do was fake too. 

So on Tuesdays and Thursdays when the last bell rang, Regina ditched her entourage then doubled back to throw on a plain hoodie over her extravagant outfit, put her hair up, and pick you up from where you waited for her at your locker. 

You teased her about being an expert in subterfuge and she always just told you to shut up while smirking at you. 

So far, no one had ever seen through the anonymity that she got just from making those simple changes and leaving school with you. Even when she drove you back to her place in her Jeep, no one seemed to care enough to notice. 

Regina put her hand on your thigh like always and you sighed happily as you relaxed into the comfy seat of her expensive car, then turned your head to look over at her, “how was your day, sweetheart?” 

She smiled, “a lot better now.” 

“You always say that.”

“It’s always true.” 

You scoffed and covered her hand with your own before lifting it up to your lips and kissing her palm and wrist. At a red light, she slid her hand to the back of your neck and scratched your scalp which made you hum with pleasure.

When she parked in her driveway she leaned over the center console and pursed her lips for a kiss that you happily obliged, cradling her jaw and meeting her lips with your own. 

Before going inside, she let her hair back down and removed the hoodie, tossing it behind her into the backseat so that she’d be presentable for Ms.George. 

You got out of the car and walked over to her side while she quickly touched up her hair and eyeliner in the car mirror. Just as she seemed satisfied with her appearance, you dramatically opened her door for her with a flourish and offered your hand to assist her out of the car. 

She laughed, “keep that up and mommy dearest will think I’ve found myself a lovely little butler.” 

Despite the jest, Regina took your hand and led you to her front door then gave your hand one last squeeze before letting go to unlock it and go inside. She checked her reflection again in the glass and then braced for the onslaught of home.

Ms. George smiled at you, welcoming you into her home as “Regina’s nice tutor” like always. 

You always waited for Ms.George to follow you guys upstairs and bring you healthy brain food snacks that you never touched so that she could chat with Regina for as long as your girlfriend would allow. You’d pull notebooks out of your backpack and act like you were getting set up for whatever SAT prep was supposed to look like, but once you were alone, either you or Regina would sweep the notebooks onto the floor and push the other against the desk to make out. 

Today it was Regina who did the sweeping and pushing and held you against the desktop while brushing the tip of her tongue across your bottom lip. 

You moaned and grabbed her waist to pull her closer to you, snaking your fingers under her shirt. 

When Regina kissed you, it made your head spin. She had it in her to be the complete opposite of everything the world thought she was. With you, she was all tenderness and warmth. She didn’t get off on being mean or domineering. She let you lead a lot of the time. The Regina that you knew just wanted love. The only problem was that your Regina spent a lot of time questioning whether or not she deserved it. 

But after a year and some odd months, you had gotten pretty skilled at reminding her in ways that she could hear. 

You held onto your senses enough to lock the bedroom door, guide Regina to her bed and lay her down. She sighed as you started to kiss down her neck and pull her shirt collar to the side to kiss her collarbones. Between kisses, you spoke softly to her, “I love you, Regina… I love you, Regina… I love you…” 

She whimpered and squirmed slightly underneath you, “mmn… I… love you too… stop… teasing though…” 

You giggled and pecked her cheek before descending down her body and shifted your focus to getting her high-waisted pants off of her quickly. 

She lifted her hips up as you pulled them down and she quickly took to rolling her panties down her thighs before you even got her pants past her knees. 

“Anxious, are we?” 

She groaned, “yes you ass… d’you know how long it’s been?” 

“Last Thursday… So four days?” 

She kicked her panties off, sending them flying across the room, “yeah! Four. Days. I have needs.” 

You smiled, “well, my goodness, I won’t make you wait any longer then.” 

You kissed each of her inner thighs and then positioned yourself comfortably between her legs. 

Regina was clearly out of patience because she immediately planted her hand on the back of your head and pushed you down.

You moaned when your lips made contact with her already soaked pussy. You wondered how long she had been building herself up to this in her head. You just closed your eyes and got busy worshipping the woman that you loved, using your tongue and lips in all the ways she liked. 

She stopped guiding you with her hand after a minute in favor of pushing her shirt and bra up to grope her own tits, while you held one of her thighs and splayed your other hand over her lower abdomen. 

You moved your tongue in slow, deliberate swipes from her entrance up to her clit and then back down, which made her arch into you every time.

“Fuck baby… just like that…” 

You moaned against her and kept the pace she needed, reaching further to grab her hand and intertwine your fingers with hers. 

She squeezed your hand and pushed herself against you, grinding on your mouth to chase her climax and when she finally got it, she cried out and then covered her own mouth to stifle the sound. 

You hated when she did that but understood the reason. You just wished that you could hear the full extent of her pleasure. You stayed between her legs and brought her back down slowly, caressing your thumb over the back of her hand while you languidly cleaned her up with your tongue and kissed her until her breathing began to settle. 

Regina took deep breaths and looked up at her ceiling, staring at nothing in particular while she returned to Earth. 

You kissed your way back up her body and landed at her lips, capturing them in a tender kiss that she moaned into. 

She held your face in her hands and locked you in the kiss desperately, as if afraid that you would turn to smoke and disappear. So you just kissed her as much as you could, saying everything you wanted her to know without words. 

She pulled back first just to look at you with this adoring expression that nearly stopped your heart.

You felt your cheeks flush and you looked away, muttering, “stop that…” as you pressed a kiss to her wrist. 

“Stop what?” She asked, her voice still slightly husky from sex.

“Looking at me like that!” 

“How am I looking at you?” 

“I don’t know…” 

She just smiled and caressed your cheek, “like… you're my whole world?” 

You scoffed, “God, you’re such a sap, Regina George.”

Regina grabbed your face and pulled you back in towards her so that your noses were touching, “yes and if you tell anyone, you die.” 

You nodded curly and saluted her with two fingers which made her laugh and pin you to the bed to tickle your ribs. You half-heartedly fought back but she overpowered you and ended up covering you with her body, tucking her face into the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent off of your skin and hair. 

Regina sighed as she closed her eyes and then promptly passed out on you. 

You kissed her temple and gently ran your fingers through her hair until you fell asleep, too.

The next few months had more of these stolen moments. And while your relationship with Regina meant everything to you, your arrangement meant that there were parts of Regina’s life that you simply didn’t have access to. 

You noticed that your visits started to get less frequent as the fall semester went on. And you noticed that Regina seemed more on edge than usual. But you didn’t know until it was much too late that the new girl Cady had Regina spiraling. You didn’t know that Regina took back her former (clueless) beard Aaron at a certain Halloween party just to vex Cady. And you didn’t know that Regina was deeply entrenched in an eating disorder relapse. You didn’t know because at some point, Regina had stopped filling you in, and no one knew the real Regina unless she invited it. 

So, when you were in the front row of the auditorium to watch your girlfriend perform her annual holiday dance with the rest of “the plastics,” you simply didn’t know what was going on under the surface of Regina. 

The song started and you watched excitedly as she stood center stage in that outfit. You couldn’t help but instinctively squeeze your legs together as you unashamedly stared at her cleavage, her waist, her thighs… 

The blonde wore a sultry smirk, putting on the perfect show.

You were both turned on and amused by the suggestive dance moves. You knew that if you were patient, you’d probably get a private showing of the dance from Regina with certain… additions… 

Your enjoyment didn’t last long, though. 

The entire crowd gasped when the girls attempted the usual acrobatics and Regina fell, face planting on the stage. 

There was a second where Regina didn’t move, but then she lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at the audience.

You rose to your feet but were momentarily frozen in place, until you recognized her expression as nothing short of abject terror. So without thinking, you lunged forward and vaulted yourself up onto the stage and kneeled down at Regina’s side, immediately placing a gentle hand on her back and attempting to console her. 

She turned to you and her terror shifted into ire. She hissed, “what are you doing?!” 

You were taken aback. It was then that you realized what you’d done. For the first time in over a year, you broke one of Regina’s rules.

[sapphicantics]

You know what, I respect the associated press, but technically not all the votes have been counted. He may have reached the bar tonight, but that doesn't mean it can't flip as the rest are counted