#once upon a time | drabble

[stayevildarling]

I am absolutely dying for a regina mills smut fic please please please 😭

Regina Mills x Reader- Magic in the moonlight

A/N: Here you go🫶🏼

tw/tags: female reader, established relationship, nsfw, enchanted strap, mommy kink, praise kink, breeding kink, reader recieving, regina recieving, oral, bottom reader, top regina, aftercare, soft/fluff

word count: 2.6k

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The days in Storybrooke had turned colder lately, leaves slowly turning shades of orange and brown and bringing some chilly nights along. Regina and you had been incredibly busy lately, her being the mayor, Henry and the people in the brunette‘s life who had quickly welcomed you into their family, as the two of you had dated for several months now. And between all the dinners at grannys, family sunday breakfasts and teaching at the school, your lifes were always busy these days.

Most of the time, the two of you would barely see each other, lucky if you both had time to enjoy morning coffee and a quick chat before one of you needed to rush out the door, either of you, mostly Regina, returning home late and finding you already asleep. And with the mostly busy weekends, neither of you have had time to enjoy each other‘s company lately. And undeniably you missed each other, craved each other. It was obvious, the way your body set on fire whenever Regina lingered her hand on your leg briefly, when her lips would brush against yours in the morning before leaving. You needed each other desperately.

And luckily, the brunette had made some arrangements, cancelling the usual friday evening granny plans and Henry gone for the night, finishing work early and having pulled some strings at the school to have you home at a reasonable time. Once you step into your shared home, the smell of your girlfriend‘s cooking fills the large mansion, clouding your senses for a moment as you excitedly abandon your coat and bag, not having expected her to be home already, let alone having dinner prepared for you. „Hi“ you beam as you step into the dining room, finding the table neatly set, some candles illuminating the room further and hearing some noises coming from the kitchen.

„Hey darling“ she greets you softly as she carries some food into the dining room, bending over to place it on the table in front of you and your breath catches in your throat for a moment as you see the dress. Short..way too short.. and the colour red plastered all over her, the lipstick matching. Her cleavage takes your breath away for a moment as well as the exposed skin of her legs, as the familiar longing runs through your body, having to stop yourself from drooling as your mouth hangs wide open. „Cat got your tongue?“ she teases, a smirk on her face before she disappears for a moment, returning seconds later with two glasses of wine, passing you one.

„I thought we can use some alone time, just us two, I missed you“ she admits, her eyes sparkling with honesty and for a moment your mouth closes, a smile spreading as well as a little frown, having missed your girlfriend and very appreciative of the gesture and effort she went through tonight for you. „Thank you Gina“ you thank her and in response she raises her glass. Both of your eyes lock and as if some invisible string is pulling you towards each other, you abandon your glass of wine as you walk over to her. You pause for a moment, the hunger reflecting in your eyes, your breathing heavy as every part of you screams for the woman in front of you, but then you remember dinner and the effort she went through.

But Regina has other ideas, abandoning her wine just as quickly as she pulls you closer by the collar of your shirt, crashing her lips against yours, a moan escaping your lips as the familiar longing and electricity runs through your body, travelling straight to your stomach and core seconds later. Your tongues dance, similar to your hearts, as Regina fights for entrance and you quickly granting it, her entire movements sending you into overdrive already. „Y/N“ she moans as her lips travel to your neck, her breath hot against your ear as her hands tangle through your hair. „Gina“ you whine, needing her, wanting her so badly.

Neither of you care about dinner, the effort she went through long forgotten as the two of you stumble upstairs, your lips never leaving each other, hands never stopping to touch each other, the two of you giggling as your girlfriend attempts kicking her heels off but failing and you stopping her from tripping. Your back hits the bed softly as your girlfriend hovers above you, her lips kissing every inch of your body, sending tingles all over, your nipples already hard, your core glistening as she has you stripped of your clothing within seconds. Her lips ghost over your hardened buds, seductively taking them into her mouth, her eyes never leaving yours as she lets them go with a pop, a little smirk on her face as she sees your desperation, your breathing heavy.

Right now your girlfriend doesn‘t care about her own pleasure, wanting nothing more than to make you feel good, make you moan and whine and scream her name, like the many times she had before. But you have the same idea, wanting so badly to see the brunette fall apart and so in a brave attempt you sit up, her legs wrapping around yours as you have her on your lap, slowly taking off her dress and beginning to kiss the inches of her bare skin, goosebumps lingering at your touch, gentle and slow but sloppy at the same time, your desperation getting the better of you. And she lets you, the older woman usually in control, usually on top of you but she wants to feel you, every single touch and kiss on her skin igniting the same fire that had been building up over weeks.

„God Gina, you‘re so beautiful“ you whisper as you sloppily kiss her neck, her body so perfect and responsive for you. „Says you my love“ she teases, causing you to giggle momentarily, the love you both feel for each other present even in these moments. Your girlfriend wastes no time before pressing you down on the bed again, trailing sloppy kisses down your chest and stomach before settling between your thighs. „Spread your legs baby“ she orders and you do as you are told, before she nods appreciatively „That‘s it“. Her lips travel from your thighs to where you need her the most, your glistening core already so desperate for her, needing her to devour you. „Please Gina“ you beg, your hips wiggling a little, wanting to feel her so badly.

„Only because you asked so nicely“ she winks your way before wasting no time and her tongue runs through your soaked folds, ripping a loud moan from your throat, one filled with so much desperation that even your girlfriend is shocked. She wastes no time, knowing you are beyond ready before she begins sucking your clit, her tongue working her magic on your pussy just the way you loved it before her tongue enters you. Within seconds you are a moaning mess, your hips bucking, forcing your soaked center further into her face, the woman chuckling lowly at your neediness, sending vibrations right through you. Your hands grip the mattress, already so on edge, so close and your girlfriend can tell, knowing you won‘t last long and so with one last lick, she lets go, sitting up.

„Hey“ you pout in protest, your chest still heaving before she leans down, keeping you quiet before kissing you, letting you taste yourself on her lips. „I was thinking, how about we use the strap?“ she offers as she whispers in your ear and your eyebrows raise in surprise, the two of you only really using the strap for special occasions. „Really?“ you ask, feeling a little excited at the thought, despite knowing she could have made you falter right then if she kept her tongue on you. „Give me a second“ she smiles, before she presses a kiss to your forehead, stepping into her closet for a moment and returning a few moments later. The strap is secured around her, the black straps keeping it in place and you couldn‘t deny how hot she looked like this, wanting nothing more than her fake cock to enter your desperate pussy.

Within an instant, Regina is on top of you, kissing you deeply, already lining up the strap to your core, knowing you are more than ready for her, knowing she didn‘t need any lube. „Ready?“ she asks softly and you nod eagerly, your eyes forced closed, wanting her inside you so bad. „Yes please“ you manage to whine and within a moment she enters you, the tip first to let you adjust before she moves further and further inside you, bottoming out quickly as you let out a scream that causes her to chuckle lowly. She moves slowly, her hands keeping your hips in place before you open your eyes „Gina?“ you ask and she mumbles something incoherent before you carry on through moans and pants „It feels weird“ you manage to mumble out before she chuckles.

„I have enchanted it sweet girl“ she explains and thats all you needed to know, the two of you having talked about this before but never getting the time to try it. As soon as you see her face, seeing how she is feeling this just like you are, feeling the same pleasure, you force your eyes closed, focusing and savouring the feeling of having her inside you. „Just relax little one, it will feel so good, trust me“ she guides you through it as she keeps her pace slow and steady, despite wanting to absolutely ruin you, your pussy taking her so well, swallowing her cock, your walls so tight but feeling so good. There is a small moment of discomfort on your part but she guides you through it „Focus on your breathing sweetheart“ she tells you and once that feeling leaves you, the two of your eyes lock, the brunette seeing the discomfort replaced with a hunger and desire that causes her to lose any desire of holding back.

Her hips slam into you at a ruthless pace, the feeling of your pussy and finally able to feel it almost enough to make you both stumble over the edge. „Gina.. oh god“ you pant, your eyes forced shut as the feeling of her inside you sends waves of electricity and euphoria through your body, a feeling you had never experienced before. Your bodies move in perfect synch, your bodies dancing and catching up on what you had missed in the past few weeks. A little while later, your girlfriend lowers herself onto you, your mere chests touching as she still rocks her hips into you at a ruthless pace, wanting to kiss you while she is fucking you mindless. „You feel so good“ she whispers as you tremble against her, your lips hungrily kissing her, her teeth gracing your lower lip.

She can feel you tightening around her, the coil in your stomach about to burst and so she picks up the pace, entering you even deeper, hitting your sweet spot perfectly and causing your eyes to roll deep into your skull. „Oh.. Gina.. I“ you cry out and her free hand moves to your cheek, wiping some tears from the pleasure. „Cum for me baby, all over mommy‘s cock“ she encourages and you do without question, your hips buck into her and as you scream her name, your entire body trembling you coat her in your juices. „Mommy“ you whisper as the pleasure runs through you, your entire body shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.

When you finally open your eyes you see her moving up slighly, ready to pull out as her own orgasm begins washing over her, wanting to give you a break. „No.. no“ you whisper before you pull her down, her body slamming against you as your legs wrap around her hips, keeping her inside you. „Y/N.. I can‘t - I“ she stammers but you begin moving your hips, not caring about the slight sensitivity, her cock feeling so good inside you, making you so full. „Cum inside me“ you whisper, her eyes widening at your words and movements. She pauses for a moment, not having expected this but you give her no time to think it over, your hips moving in perfect synch with her.

„Please cum inside me Gina“ you whisper again as you keep eye contact, your eyes pleading with her. „Want you to fill me up mommy“ you whisper and she wastes no time, thrusting into you even harder than before, her own orgasm washing over her as you continiue to move and buck your hips perfectly for her, your legs keeping her right inside you, your nails marking her back. „Come on mommy please“ you whimper as she falls apart. „Oh god Y/N“ she moans into your mouth as your lips reconnect yet again and then with a final thrust you feel her juices coating your walls, the feeling so intense, unlike anything you had ever felt before, sending you right over the edge again without warning. „That‘s it baby, cum with me“ she moans upon noticing and the two of you burst at the same time, her cock shooting more cum into your drenched pussy and your juices flowing down her, the only sounds in the bedroom your cum mingling together.

„Fuck Gina“ you pant as the two of you finally catch your breathing, the brunette, finally pulling out of you carefully. She flops down beside you, your chests equally heaving, your bodies feeling numb from exhaustion. Her hand find yours, a silent promise that she is here, a silent praise for doing so good for her. With a flick of her wrist her cock turns into a strap on again and she abandons it quickly before laying on her side, taking the sight your sweaty and exhausted form in. She leans closer, her arms wrapping around you as she whispers „You did so well sweet girl“. Regina gently wipes your tears, knowing what they mean, the woman knowing you so well by now, she knows they are from pure joy and the intensity of your orgasms. The two of you stay in each other‘s embrace for a while before she leaves, running you both a bath and offering her hand to lead you there, knowing how exhausted your body must be and how much your legs are still trembling.

A few minutes later she has you leaning against her in the bath, the two of you sitting in the warm water and letting it soak your tired muscles as she holds you close from behind. She washes you gently, praising you with each gentle stroke of her hands on your skin, your eyes closed, soaking up the warmth from the bath and the woman holding you, feeling exhausted but content either way. „You took me so well“ she teases as she whispers in your ear, causing you to chuckle a little. After a little while you turn your head so your eyes meet her brown ones „I liked it a lot“ you admit and she smirks, knowing this was just the beginning of exploring this with you, your girlfriend having met a whole new side of you tonight. „We need more time off together then“ she teases and you nod before leaning into her again, your cheeks coated in a slight red shade.

„I love you Gina“ you mumble sleepily and she instinctively holds you a little closer before whispering „I love you so much more sweet girl“ before pressing a kiss to the back of your head.

[grtmnick]

“Really Swan?” Regina attempted to scold but in a voice far more breathless than her typical, “Is my o-office really the appropriate place for you to demonstrate your inability to keep your hands off me?”

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Sebastian Stan characters finding out you’re pregnant » Jefferson/Mad Hatter

Pairings: Jefferson x Female Reader

Summary: Jefferson finds out you’re pregnant.

Warnings: Fluff, language, pet name

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

The first words out of Jefferson’s mouth would be “Grace is going to be a big sister?”

He would be overly excited about having another baby. He’s happy that you’re the mother of his second baby.

When you and Jefferson tell Grace, she would be overly excited too and she would say “I get to be a big sister!”

Graces would be so excited to tell her friends.

This isn’t Jefferson’s first time being a dad, he would be a little more prepared than he was the first time.

Grace would want to be your little helper if you need anything. If you want a snack or something to drink, she’ll go to the kitchen to get you something to eat and drink.

Grace saying “I want a little sister.”

You buying a Grace a shirt that says “Big Sister” on it.

Grace would try to help you and Jefferson set up the nursery.

Jefferson talking to the baby everyday, especially every night before bed.

Grace would sneak out of her bedroom after you and Jefferson tucked her in for the night just to hug your baby bump and say “I didn’t get to say goodnight to sissy.”

Grace would draw you and Jefferson pictures and describe every single detail of it.

Jefferson wouldn’t mind the gender of the baby just as long as the baby is healthy.

Jefferson would have his hand on your baby bump at all times, especially when you two are cuddling and when you two are sleeping so he can be close to you.

Grace asking you and Jefferson where babies come from. You would giggle and look at Jefferson while he comes up with an appropriate way of telling his daughter where babies come from.

Grace wanting to take an ultrasound picture to school so she can show her friends her new baby brother or baby sister. She would tell them her little sibling is a girl without knowing it first, because she’s excited.

Jefferson being the gentleman he is would give you any kind of comfort like massages. For example, if you complain about your feet or back hurting, he’ll give you a massage.

You would feel a little insecure when your baby bump gets bigger. Jefferson would tell you how beautiful you are and the baby bump makes you even more beautiful.

Grace would shop for baby clothes with you and Jefferson. She would immediately go to the girl section of the baby clothes.

Over all, Jefferson would be excited and happy that he gets to do this all over again. Grace would be happy and excited too.

[justanoasisimagines]

Bloodied Hand

Summary: Killian's watched someone flirting with you all night, he decides to take it into his own hand Pairing: Killian Jones x Female Reader WordCount: 514 Prompt: “He shouldn’t go after other people’s girlfriends!” Warnings: N/A A/N: 30 Days of 30 Drabbles for my 30th Birthday Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

Killian slammed the glass onto the bar, uncaring of the shattering pieces falling from his hand, blood-stained. He’d been struggling to maintain his composure all night. You’d attended Snow’s birthday party together. He’d been willing to celebrate the woman who’d introduced him to the love of his life. Besides, it provided the perfect excuse to show you off. He was the luckiest man everywhere he attended. He was the luckiest man in every world, every dimension, every version of Storybrooke to exist. Killian knew that. 

As a result, he’d made sure everyone knew you were together, for a couple of reasons. One, he loved you, and he wanted everyone to know it. Secondly, it meant everyone else needed to keep their hands and eyes away from you. Which, as someone intimidating and with the capabilities, knew how to murder without getting caught, had been successful. 

Until this evening, you’d gone off to dance with the other women, Killian hadn’t minded especially with the view so enticing. If he had the ability, he would have joined you, but he hadn’t been familiar with the moves currently on display. He’d hoped the music might slow down so he could have at least one dance with his beloved. 

No. Instead, he’d observed a scoundrel flirting with his woman all night. Persistent too. You, Snow, and Emma had long since shooed him away several times. He’d observed him leave and circle back like a great white shark. Killian had long grown tired of the Scoundrel. A woman says No, you leave her alone. The way in which you all closed in together. None of you was looking for male attention tonight. You were attempting to enjoy yourselves. Killian was trying to observe you. 

Killian tried. He’d attempted to count to ten and hold his breath. He’d attempted to realise how unbothered you were. He’d promised himself he wasn’t going to make a scene, however, he’d had enough. Ignoring his bloody hand, Killian moved swiftly towards the scoundrel, pulling him back from the three of you. 

“The women have expressed their interest in being left alone.” 

“I’m not doing any harm.” 

“You are when it’s my girlfriend you're bloody flirting with.” Laughter. The man laughed at Killian Jones, Captain of the Jolly Roger. With one swing, Killian landed the man on his back. 

“Stay away from her, or so help me, and you’ll find yourself at the bottom of the ocean.” 

“Killian!” 

“My love, he shouldn’t go after other people's girlfriends, especially mine!” Killian shook his hand out a couple of times before you made your way over to him, checking out his bloodied hand. 

“You're bleeding.” 

“Yeah, I broke a glass a while ago. I’m fine.” You shook your head. Pulling him away from the crowd to ask the bartender for the first aid kit. 

“We should go to a doctor, make sure your hand is not broken.” 

“Trust me love. I would know if I’d broken my hand. Now come on. I want to dance with you before the night is out.”

“But your hand” 

“Can wait.”

[bg-sparrow]

A white kitten hopped onto Rumplestiltskin’s lap.

A wry grin betrayed him.

“There she is,” he cooed. “There’s my little menace. How are you, darling?”

He held Marie in his palm at eye level.

“Have you taught your brothers a thing or two today?”

“Rumple, don’t corrupt that kitten,” Belle warned.

“This diabolical little morsel and I are kindred spirits,” he said, scratching Marie’s tiny head. “Balancing all this spite and grace... Nobody understands, do they, sweetling?”

Marie meowed.

“That’s right.” 

He let Marie climb on his shoulder. 

“All claws, all day.”

Belle smirked as Marie meowed again.

“Good girl.” 

[stormy-writer]

Rumplestiltskin x Reader - Hot n' Cold

Summary: The rat-bastard needs a hug, but he doesn't wanna open up.

CW: Unbearably smothering fluff, one mention of mental illness, mentions of crying, light mentions of death

WC: 1.6k

Pairing: Rumplestiltskin x reader | Rumplestiltskin x fem!reader

A/N: I started writing, blacked out, and now I have this. Here, I guess. Inspired by a post by omgopalsapphire

I breathed in his scent as his warmth flooded me. He smelled like wine and woodsmoke, like a drink by the fire. But he also smelled like mushrooms. Like a rotted log, nestled in the darkness of the wood. His long, wavy hair shook in the harsh winds, and I could feel the cold creeping up my back. But his touch kept me warm. I didn't dare move, and neither did he.

He quietly sobbed into my shoulder as I rubbed his back, silently soothing his cries. The only audible thing was the wing whistling in our ears and our breaths as we stood, wrapped in each other's arms. I had barely known him, yet he seemed so… broken. He looked like he had seen so much pain, so much heartache. And now, as his body shook with his soundless sobs, I could only feel his pain even more.

I did not care how much he snarled and threatened, how he bared his teeth in a deadly grin. Now he was open, vulnerable. And I wasn't going to let anything happen to him. I felt connected to him, somehow bonded. I felt him relax after a while, his muscles no longer so tense. His body stilled and his tears stopped, but he did not let go. The warmth of the embrace seemed to fill him, as it did me. He sniffled, and I could tell he didn't want to let go. So as his arms loosened from around me, I picked him up.

In his surprise, he grabbed onto me again, holding me tightly. With a gasp, the untrusting tone from before settled back into his voice. “What are you doing? Set me down.” He was demanding, but he couldn't hide the emotion in his tone. I hummed in response, but I just turned around and started walking. Back to his castle, where he always was. He let out a small huff before murmuring, and I could tell he was saying “thank you”

.We walked in a comfortable silence, his breathing becoming light and steady as he fully relaxed into me. ‘He must be asleep,’ I thought. Walking as quietly as I could, I nudged open his doors and stepped into his domain, his large estate. The doors slowly shut behind me, and I paused. I knew nothing of this man, except for his terrible pain. I only knew about his home because I knocked on his door, seeking refuge from the storm. But, thankfully, as I stood there thinking, he leaned back in my arms, forcing me to set him down.

I looked on with concern as he slid out of my grasp, my hands ending up at his waist. “Thank you… for carrying me.” He spoke so quietly, I almost couldn't hear him. It was almost as if he was frustrated that I had helped him. “It's no problem. Are you alright?” We were still so close, my hands holding him in place as our breaths mingled. He paused, taken aback. After all the kindness I'd shown him, he was still shocked when I showed that I cared. Grumbling, he stepped back, getting away from me. “I'm fine. You go along and do whatever it was you were doing before you got here.”

How could he be so hot and cold? How could he pretend like the moment never happened? How silly he is. And frustrating. “I don't think you are fine. A man that-” “I AM NOT A MAN,” he screamed. His heart raced and I could see the anger on his face. But his eyes held only heartbreak. “I am nothing but a monster, and you need to learn that before you get hurt, dearie.” The venom in his words only served to frustrate me more. Who did he think he was?

“I am sorry, but you need to calm down. There's no reas-” Before I can finish, he storms up to me and grabs me by the throat, lifting me up. He was by no means a large man, and yet he had the strength of a giant. I choked, and he grinned evilly. Dropping me, he stepped away. I stood from my knees, rubbing my neck. “There's no reason to get so worked up over nothing.” I dropped my sweet tone, my emotions now shifting. He looked a little hurt, but he covered it with a look of anger.

“And who's to say I'm worked up, hmm? I feel PERFECTLY fine.” His tone raised, and I could tell he was trying to keep his walls up. “So fine, in fact, that I'll make you a deal.” I frowned. “I don't take deals. You know that.” “Yes, yes. But this will be a deal you cannot refuse!” He was hiding again. Hiding beneath that dastardly mask, that sinister smile. Shaking my head, I stepped forward, only for him to take a step back. “What's your offer?” My frustration seeped through my words, as well as my tiredness. Flamboyantly, he bowed and chuckled.

“Well, my dear, the deal is you leave my estate and never find me or it again, and you get something from me. A favour.” He took a pause, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “Anything.” Was he serious? He was pushing me away, shoving me out of his life, and for what? Because I got too close? Too close to the truth? He was really boiling my blood. I sighed. “Anything. Anything at all?” Nodding he straightened his back and stood tall again, or, as tall as he was. I looked away, thinking. But then I got an idea.

“Fine. I'll take the deal.” A look of pain flashed across his features, if only for a moment. Then he returned to his sly, smug grin. “So, what'll it be? Money? Perhaps a family? I can-” “I want you to rescind the deal.” He was shocked. His mouth hung agape as he looked at me like I was crazy. Then he shut it, smiling irritatedly. “That was fast. Don't you want to think it over, maybe? There's a lot I could provide you with.” He stepped closer, gesturing wildly as he tried to convince me.

“And, besides, it's such a simple task. Why not ask for something you truly desire? Hmm? Anything at all, and it will be yours.” Now he was close, almost as close as before. How could he have gone from crying into my shoulder to trying to get rid of me? He was more bipolar than Aunt Vicka. I took a breath, biting the inside of my cheek. “You're right. I have a better idea.” He seemed pleased at the fact I was changing my favour. Leaning down, I whispered as a grin spread across my face.

“Rescind the deal and you have to be nice to me. Or at least tolerant.” His smirk fell, replaced by a look of anger. He did not like being the one without control. He wanted to be the one with the upper hand. Growling, he glared me down as he looked up at me, our faces inches away. “You… And why exactly should I? I could just throw away this little deal, and I could kill you right where you stand.” His voice was low, and I could feel the hate in his breath. And yet his eyes told me of his true feelings. Feelings of hurt, feelings of frustration. Why wouldn't I just leave? I really could, and I could get myself a life of luxury.

But I didn't want to. I didn't want to leave. “No, you couldn't. I already accepted the deal. And now I’ve told you my favour, which you owe me.” I knew that magic binded his word, and I knew that he had to comply. He stood, his expression almost blank, if it weren't for the obvious anger. His lip twitched and he huffed, stepped back. “Technically, if I rescinded the deal, that would make the favour null. It would be useless. Inactive.” “No, it wouldn't. I'm calling on the favour while the deal is still in action, so you will have to follow through, no matter if the deal is terminated or not.”

I knew about tricks. I didn't know of his, but I knew of many. Sighing, he rolled his eyes and grumbled something I didn't hear. “What was that?” I stepped closer, closing the gap between us. He took a small step back, but he didn't move again as I stopped in front of him. “I said fine!” He snapped at me, but quietly. He looked like a little kid that just got told off. I grinned. Taking his hand, I planted a kiss on his green, scaly knuckles. I muttered against his skin, looking up at him expectantly. “Could I possibly ask for a room to stay here?”

I have no idea what the fuck I just wrote but my eyes hurt and I have a migraine. I made this because I saw a post of omgopalsapphire saying “imagine hugging Rumplestiltskin” and I couldn't get it out of my head. Thank you for reading.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Once Upon a Time 10

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Andy Barber

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

A message pops up on your Instagram. You open it with dread, a blank profile with some generic photo of a bookshelf. You already know it's him. 

‘Your aunt is very nice.’ 

You nearly drop your phone as you glance over at Jo. She sits with a cross stitch as she watches a rerun of Cold Case. You shudder and look back down at the screen. 

‘Why r u doing this?’ 

You hit the arrow as your sweaty hands stick to the silicon case. 

‘Why am I being nice?’ He replies. 

You can't. You stand up with your phone and your Aunt Jo peeks over with an arched brow. You give an apologetic smile. 

“Sorry, I'll be right back.” 

You cross the room and pass the kitchen doorway. You lock yourself in the bathroom and look at your phone. You see three dots then they disappear. 

‘You followed me.’ 

He sends a rolling eye emoji. You nearly scream. What the hell? He's rolling his eyes at what? Stalking you? 

‘More than once.’ 

He sends a laughing emoji with tears. You huff. He's so confusing. Then a photo pops up, buffering before finally loading. 

It's Chelsea, well, the top of her head and she's… 

You want to puke. You can't believe he'd send you that. Does she know he took that? Even if she's a bitch, you feel bad. 

‘Looks like I'm all taken care of.’ He texts. 

‘Looks like you are.’ 

You turn your phone to do not disturb and lock it. He's disgusting. You don't even get what he wants from you. If he has Chelsea doing all that, why the heck is he texting you? 

You take your phone to the spare room, what was once your room, and leave it there. You don’t want to be bothered by him, even if you can’t shake the uneasiness stirring your nerves. You go back to the living room and sit down on the couch. You stare unseeingly at the television as the syndicated legal series drones on. 

“What was that, honey?” Jo asks, poking her needle up then pulling it through. 

“Work,” you lie, “um, they keep moving around the schedule or whatever. It’s... frustrating.” 

“Ah, that’s too bad,” she tug the thread to its limit, “you’re stressed. Maybe you should take a day off.” 

“Maybe,” you rub your forehead, “or get a different job.” 

“Could do,” she shrugs, “you know I’ll support whatever you do.” 

“Yeah,” you drop your hands into your lap and look at her, “I know.” 

You turn back to screen and try to hide your despair. Should you try to tell her about Andy? The thought’s crossed your mind a dozen times over. Your Aunt Jo is fierce and loving, she might just believe you but it’s not her holding you back. It’s him. He’s dangerous and he hasn’t yet shown you how dangerous. 

It’s better she doesn’t know. Not right now. You’ll have to deal with Andy. Just not tonight. 

📖

You grumble around the last mouthful of coffee. Another day, another shift. While Jo’s suggestion was tempting, you really can’t give up the hours. Nonetheless, you haven’t sat on your hands. Several applications were forward late into the night as sleep eluded you. Now you can barely hold your head up. 

It shouldn’t be very busy at opening. You can survive on an instant coffee packet from the breakroom. You yawn and grab your coat and bag. The snow puffs up around your boots as you step outside, shivering as you tuck your scarf into the top of your jacket. You pull your hood up against the frigid wind and tamp down the fresh powder as you come down the walk. 

As you get to the sidewalk, you stop and look both ways. Before you can cross and head for the bus stop, a horn honks, jarring you. You step back as a familiar car rolls up. You cross your arms, heart racing, and peek back over your shoulder at the safe hold of your aunt’s house. 

“Buses are behind,” Andy calls through the window as it slides down, “you’ll be late...” 

“I’m fine,” you sidestep to walk around the rear bumper and he shifts into reverse, blocking your escape. 

“I know your aunt didn’t teach you to be so ungrateful--” 

“Don’t talk about my aunt,” you snap as you turn back the other way and he rolls forward. You stop short and stomp your foot, “why are you doing this? Why are you bugging me? Chelsea--” 

“I don’t want Chelsea, she’s a slut. She’s easy. She gets the job done,” he sneers. 

You shake your head and blow out a cloud of warmth into the crisp air, “I’m sure there are other--” 

“You,” he says tersely, “that’s it. No one else.” 

You close your eyes and shudder, “I... I’m not interested... like that, Andy. I just was being friendly because it’s my job. Can’t you understand?” 

“I don’t understand,” he snarls, “I’m a lawyer, I’m good-looking, I take good care of myself and I could do the same for you. You wouldn’t have to work in some shitty bookstore.” 

You flutter your lashes and shake your head, “I...” 

“What? Why don’t you want me?” He leans over the seat further, glaring at you. 

“How old are you?” You blurt out, immediately sealing your lips in regret. 

He scoffs, “and how old are you? Bit over the hill to be in retail, huh? I know you’re not some college kid getting a few extra bucks. You’re a grown woman, your life is a mess. You need someone like me.” 

You huff, “I need you to leave me alone.” 

He clucks and sits up. The car idles in front of you as he sits silently. He grips the real and clears his throat, “I’ll be seeing you for dinner. Aunt Jo sure is sweet, maybe you could learn a thing or two from her.” 

The window rolls up before you can spit back a retort. The mention of your aunt flares in your chest. How dare he. You know it’s more than a snipe at you, he’s not saying her name for nothing. It’s a threat. 

He steers away down the snowy road, the snow packing beneath the weight of the car. You watch his headlights stop at the corner before you kick through the snow. Fuck. 

[beekneelsformommy]

Established Emma Swan x Regina Mills

Summary: Emma falls asleep to regina playing music on the piano.

Warnings: 18+, no smut but please keep to above 18, this is a NSFW account, no warnings other than pure soft fluff.

Word Count: 678

A/N: A short one but the idea was cute, no?

Emma smiled softly, feeling the tiredness take over as she watched the flames in the fire flicker and hearing the cracks of the wood burning within it. She was sitting on the couch, wearing a warm sweater and pyjama pants, along with some some fluffy socks. It was a cold December night, snow had been falling for two days, and it was becoming heavier with every minute that passed.

Regina walked through her hands wrapped around two warm mugs, one filled with hot cocoa and cinnamon for her wife, and the other was an orange and cinnamon herbal tea for herself. Regina herself was wearing her own warm pyjamas and a fluffy jumper. She set her tea down on the table next to the piano, and walked over to Emma passing her the mug of hot cocoa, placing one hand gently on the side of Emma’s face as she lent down giving her wife a soft but warming kiss on her temple, Emma hummed feeling Regina’s lips reach her skin.

Regina still was in awe of how she was so lucky to have Emma as her wife, “I love you.”

Emma smiled up at her “Thank you—wait no—” Emma the idiot as always.

“Thank you?” Regina crooked her head to the side, an eyebrow arched.

“No—no not thank you, I meant to say I love you too, I’m not sure why I said thank you.”

Regina chuckled shaking her head, her finger tilting Emma’s chin up towards her “What am I going to do with you? Hmm?” Regina crouched down in front of the Emma, her dark brown orbs glowing with warmth, she then lay her hands on Emma’s knees “What shall I play for you tonight?”

“The same as always.” Emma voice was already low, exhaustion taking over. “Dance of the sugar plum fairy.”

“Alright. It’s my favourite too darling.” Regina’s lips curled up into a soft smile, holding Emma’s hands and pressing her lips onto her wife’s knuckles, before making her way over to the big beige oak piano.

Regina sat herself down on the edge of the bench at the piano, her back to Emma, her fingers trailing her sleeves of her knitted jumper and she pulled them up her arm in a forceful manor. Regina sat with her back up right and her arms straight out in front of her but controlled, her fingers began on the keys and the music began to hum from the piano, an angelic and feathery sound throughout the room.

Regina’s beautifully elegant red painted fingers danced along the keys, with each full sound of music escaping like she was dancing among the stars. It was delicate and beautiful, and every single time she played, Emma could swear she fell even more in love with her—she was even more beautiful when she was in her element, playing the music she wanted to and for the person she loved, what could be better than that?

Regina finished with a soft but loud attack on the keys, she closed the lid quietly, turning around to see Emma fast asleep spread out on the couch and the throw slowly collapsing onto the floor.

Regina couldn’t help but smile, her Emma, her savior, fast asleep on their couch. She looked so peaceful, like nothing could go wrong and everything was perfect and right in the world.

Regina pushed herself up from the bench, walking over to her sleeping wife and picked up the throw—manoeuvring her body as she slid in behind the blonde.

One settled Regina pulled the throw over the two of of them. She curled up into Emma’s warm body, her legs intertwined with Emma’s, one arm under Emma’s neck and dangling over the side of the couch—the other arm draped over her wife’s waist. Emma instinctively let out a soft moan as Regina wrapped her hand around Emma’s.

The two of them curled up on the couch, in front of the fire until the last flicker of the orange flames from the fire went out.

[moonlit-dreamers]

Get kissed idiot

once again for @sootybunny once upon a dream au. they gave me the sacred knowledge of how theyd react to being kissed so i had to do it :)

REBLOGS APPRECIATED

[good-beanswrites]

Hear me out:

Kotoko adopted Es, and Fuuta went ballistic.

Rip Fuuta... he can never catch a break... Asdfsdf thank you for this, it was a blast thinking of all the ridiculous ways this could have played out! (One possibility I toyed with was Fuuta's competitive instincts take over, he fights her for Es, only to realize too late "*I* don't want to be responsible for a whole child WAIT") It's a similar format to the last one, with a knock-at-the-door reveal, but I still think it works 😂

“Don’t fuck with me, Es.”

“I would never.”

Lying brat. Fuuta knew they would every chance that they got. It was the reason he was so relieved that Es decided to find somewhere else to live after Milgram’s end. Fuuta had nothing left to fear from his former warden, but the others’ suggestions that Es become his new roommate still made him shudder. Three interrogations in a closed space with the rude kid were enough for him, thank you very much.

However, it wasn’t all a relief. He couldn’t help feeling concerned about who they’d gone to live with. Given how cryptic they were being, Fuuta would have been convinced they walked into the woods to find a furry family of Jackalopes or something to raise them –except, they showed up for this walk with clean clothing and internet access. 

“I don’t believe you. You’re fucking with me right now. Why can’t you just tell me who it is?” 

“It isn’t any of your concern. Hey, I thought you swore to stay out of others’ business. You turned over a new leaf and all that?”

“Tch. I meant other people’s business. You’re different.” 

If Es had vanished off the grid like some of the other prisoners, Fuuta wouldn’t have cared. But they were here, near enough to arrange some lame meetup, which meant they were going to remain in his life for a while longer. And that meant, as the model citizen that Fuuta was, he felt responsible for ensuring they didn’t get themselves kidnapped by some creep. 

He asked, “how much do you know about them, anyway? I mean, what kind of person can house a random weird kid on incredibly short notice? That’s definitely suspicious.”

Fuuta pulled the mask up on his face as they turned down a more crowded street. He knew people were going to gawk at his eye anyways, but it still helped him feel like he was blending in. With his thoughts on the injury for a moment, he was glad that bitch Kotoko was one of the prisoners who had gone off the grid. Good riddance.

“I promise, she’s fine. Not weird with children at all. In fact, she’s really good with them, which is why she could help me on such short notice.” They muttered, “but it’s not like I’m that young…”

“That’s still not normal. Is she some old housewife or something?”

“Ah, are you trying to do the interrogation this time? Actually, I’d say she’s around your age.”

“It’s just you two living alone? I’m still worried about Milgram coming looking for us again – can a girl like that really protect you?”

“Is everyone supposed to live with a big, strong man, like you?”

“Wha–!” Fuuta’s cheeks burned red. “That’s not what I –!”

“I’m only teasing. It’s cute that you care about me.”

That only agitated him more. “It’s not cute! I’m being realistic! One of us has to think about your safety while you’re just distracted by some pretty girl.”

“What makes you think she’s pretty?”

“Well, why else would you be so careless in deciding to live with her?”

All of the sudden, he saw it in Es’ eyes: that spark of mischief that Fuuta had come to loathe. He could never tell what they were plotting, but it was never a good sign.

Es held up their hands in mock surrender. They put on a ridiculous, overdramatic voice. “Ah, you caught me, Fuuta! I’m hiding her identity because she’s the most beautiful, capable woman in all of Japan, and I want to keep her all to myself!” 

He groaned, but they weren’t deterred. “She’s got everything, I couldn’t risk you falling for her! She’s quite capable of defending me. She’s very strong, with protective instincts much like your own. She understands our situation like no one else could. She’s got intense eyes, and you wouldn’t believe her singing voice. She enjoys deep conversations, she’s a dog person, she –”

“ – now you’re being the creep! Just shut up, I get it already...”

When they finally had the decency to pull it together, they reassured him. “It’s all true, though. So there’s no need to worry about me. I’m in good hands.”

Good hands, his ass. In only a brief conversation, the caretaker had gone from sounding a little suspicious to sounding way too good to be true… meaning she was extremely suspicious.

“Maybe someday I’ll introduce you, if you’re lucky...”

He turned his eyes away. “At least let me run some background checks on her first.” 

(He would just stalk her on social media, but that still counted.)

“You’re just going to stalk her on social media. That doesn’t count.”

“Eh? I have legit methods!” He hid deeper under his mask.

Even after the topic was dropped, after he and Es parted ways on an awkward goodbye, Fuuta was left thinking about this mystery woman. It took a bit of digging (and maybe a tiny bit of social media stalking) but at last he found where Es lived with this stranger. Contrary to what they may believe, he had turned over a new leaf. There would be no more hiding behind screens or letting others do the confrontation for him. Now that he was a changed person, he’d do the healthy and normal thing with this information: he’d march on down there himself and confront her like a man. 

He made it all the way to the front door with his chin high. He knocked with confidence. 

Then he began to shift nervously. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get the woman’s description out of his head. Sure, he was here to check on Es, but if someone happened to check him out at the same time, it was only right to be prepared… He straightened his shirt collar. He ran his fingers through his hair. He wondered if he should have covered up his eye to look more presentable.

The door swung open. 

The surprise on Kotoko’s face was nowhere near the amount on Fuuta’s.

“Oh, for fucks sake –!”

From somewhere behind her, Es’ laughter rang out.

[stayevildarling]

Once Upon A Time Masterlist:

Magic in the moonlight x Regina Mills x Reader ❆

Burying our memories x Regina Mills x Wilhemina Venable x Reader - Part 2

✩ = mental health, ✾ = angst, ❆ = smut

[grtmnick]

"For the last time Regina Mills, you can't dramatically pretend to be dead every time we go a couple days without having sex," exclaimed an entirely exacerbated Emma Swan.

"But, orgasms sustain me...," whispered the prone brunette through only slightly parted lips.

"Regina!"

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

New Turn On » Jefferson/Mad Hatter

Week of October 20th-26th

Pairings: Husband!Jefferson x Wife!Reader

Summary: Jefferson finds out you have a new turn on when he has his scissors out.

Warnings: implied Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, scissor play, name calling (slut), pet names

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

Halloween divider made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You stood in the doorway of Jefferson’s home office, watching him sharpening the blades of his scissors. You couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip as you watched him. You weren’t sure what it was about his scissors, but recently when you see him with his scissors in his hand, you get turned on. Your mind also went dirty when you seen his scissors. Jefferson didn’t even have to look up to know you were standing in the doorway. He could tell you were standing there. He also heard your breathing.

“Bunny…” Jefferson’s voice snapped you out of your dirty thoughts. “What’re you doing?” He asks, not looking up.

You didn’t say a word. You just continued to stare at his scissors. Jefferson finally looked up. He didn’t miss the way you were biting your bottom lip as you continued to stare at his scissors. He smirked to himself. He put the sharpening block in one of the drawers of his desk and closed it. His scissors were still in his hand.

“C’mere.” He says, beckoning you over to him.

You obediently walked over to your husband.

“Why were you staring at me?” He asks.

“So it’s a crime to look at my own husband.” You said.

You tried your best to not make it obvious that you were turned on by his scissors. Jefferson studied you. He can always read you like an open book.

“Hmm…” Jefferson hums to himself.

He walked around you as he continued to study you. You stood like a statue as he walked around you. Your eyes flickered back down at his scissors, watching him spinning them on his finger. Jefferson followed your gaze to his scissors. That’s when it clicked for him.

“Do these turn you on, honey?” Jefferson asks.

“Yes!” You said too fast.

Jefferson chuckled lowly. He stopped in front of you. He lifted the scissors up to the neckline of your blouse. You could feel the coolness of the metal through your blouse. Your breath hitched in your throat.

“Looks like my wife has a new turn on I didn’t know about.” He says.

All you did was nod your head, confirming it.

“I knew you were a little slut in the bedroom, but you’re more of a slut now, aren’t you, bunny?” He says.

“I’m your little slut.” You say.

Jefferson lightly tapped the scissors against your chest. You moaned at the feeling. He smirked to himself.

“How would you feel if I were to cut your blouse off with these scissors?” Jefferson asks curiously.

“I would love that.” You admitted. “I want you to cut my clothes off of me with those scissors, Jefferson.” You say, almost moaning.

Jefferson chuckles to himself.

“Looks like we’re going to have some fun with these scissors tonight, bunny.” He smirks, lightly tracing the sharp tip of the scissors along the neckline of your blouse. “Don’t worry, darling, I won’t hurt you with them in any way.” He says softly.

You practically moaned when he said that. That night, Jefferson made one of your fantasies come true.

-Bucky’s Doll

[justanoasisimagines]

From the beginning

Summary; Before their legendary story begun, two notorious pirates were on different courses. Pairing; Killian Jones x Female Reader (Nickname Smoke) WordCount; 516 Warnings; N/A A/N; Requests are currently open and you can find my guidelines pinned to the top of the page! This is connected to a blurb I reccently wrote you can find that here There is going to be a fic following suit. Someone gave me an idea for a drabble, but I've decided to turn it into a fully fledged fic. Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

A legendary female pirate traveled across the seven seas. Notorious for her wit, intelligence, her ability to outfight any opponent. She was a legend amongst the pirates. No one could give a definitive description of the woman. She often lurked in the shadows. Her hat covered her face, she often wore a pair of leather mahogany leather gloves. She demanded respect in her actions and words. Only a fool would dare to rise against her. She hadn't been nicknamed smoke for nothing. She could slip away into thin air. Some believed it was sorcery, perhaps she was a witch who'd chosen a life on the ocean. Perhaps she knew when to slip away. Perhaps she'd learned how to vanish at a moment's notice. Smoke heard frequent rumors and speculation about herself. She'd found some laughable, leaning towards the bizarre, others were closer to the truth. Yet she never confirmed which ones were. Fear often forces people to be cautious. Which they needed to be if they desired to be in her presence. It was one of the positives of keeping her identity hidden. She could explore through the world hearing people regard her freely. No one stopped their hushed conversations like they often did when " Captain Smoke" was in their presence. They say knowledge is power and it couldn't be more true. Captain Smoke liked to believe it was why she kept ahead of her rivals. How'd she managed to keep her reputation over the years? She kept learning and adapting to all the changes. It was why she'd become one of the most legendary pirates in Neverland. There was one other who could come close to her. He matched her in nearly every capacity. Killian Jones is a renowned pirate and captain of the Jolly Rodger. Killian was known throughout Neverland as a ferocious and vicious pirate. Killian below his legacy was a human being. He had inspiration, dreams, fears and faults. He was also a curious individual, specifically regarding a particular pirate. He'd heard of her legacy. Heard her battles, her brilliance and the capabilities of her crew. However, they had yet to cross paths. Whenever the two were in the same area, she appeared to disappear in front of him. He'd never had the pleasure of making her acquaintance thus far. For several years now, Killian had been chasing a different type of treasure. Her. Killian wanted to know her. He wanted to know exactly the person behind the moniker. What did she look like? What was she like behind closed doors? Killian believed the two would be an unstoppable force. No one would stand in their way. Perhaps with her by his side, he'd finally be able to defeat Peter Pan once and for all. Killian would find her one way or another. He'd capture her if he had to. One way or another. He'd know her. If. When he succeeded, Killian would mark this down as the greatest treasure hunt of his life. He was destined to meet her, he could feel it. What Killian didn't know was he already had…

[harrietwritesstuff]

silly little ficlet thing below the cut that I've given up trying to turn into A Thing with plot so here's yet another disconnected vignette I guess.

Emmanuel sinks to his knees, the cold dampness of freshly fallen snow seeping through the material of his trousers. He pays it no heed, his focus absolute on the man beside him as he reaches out a hand. There is no answering gesture, Volodymyr's eyes are heavy-lidded, trained on something that Emmanuel cannot see as the snow continues to fall.

He wonders what Volodymyr sees when he closes his eyes.

"Vova?”

He doesn't turn, doesn't move, hands clasped in his lap, his knuckles red raw with cold. Emmanuel swallows, lets his own hand fall back to his lap. He is cold now, trying not to shiver; the snow collecting on the shoulders of his coat. Snowflakes have gathered on the shoulders of Vova's sweatshirt too, the olive green giving way to patches of darker, sodden material.

It’s too cold for him to be out here - for either of them. Emmanuel inhales, feels the icy air settle around his lungs.

“Maybe this is what I need to do-”

Vova's face is pale, his hair dark - the contrast startling. His voice sounds as though it doesn't belong to him - rough and jagged, something sharp about his breathing that wasn't there before.It sounds brittle.

“Mon cher, it's too cold. Come inside, we can talk there.”

Emmanuel's teeth are gritted against a shudder that threatens to wind its way around him. He longs briefly to reach out again, to shed his own coat and wrap it around the smaller man beside him, to at least be a shield against this particular storm. He thinks about the hoarse sounds of unfettered pain from down the corridor in the dark of the night; about the shadows that no amount of light will chase away. He thinks about taking Vova's small, cold hand in his own - leading him somewhere quiet, calm, safe - not this world with all its jagged edges.

“No. It- I need-” the pause is long, seems to stretch on for aeons before he speaks again, his eyes half closed. “Just to. Be here. To think. To ask– what I need to do- because what I'm doing isn't enough.”

His voice cracks in two, the brittle tone shattering the syllables into glittering shards. They land in the snow, the bleak light refracted.

"We can go back to Notre Dame if you want to- need to feel close to-.”

Emmanuel swallows the lump in his throat, feels the sharp burn of grief behind his eyes for the quiet, patient man beside him who has borne too much now. “We'll go. Just us. It will be quiet-”

It will be warm, gentler than here; safe - but he doesn't add that.

"No. Let me just- I need to-” Volodymyr's voice fades to a hoarse whisper. “Just stay. Here. It's quiet- please-”

The soft, tentative request pierces clean through Emmanuel. Vova has so little time, so few moments that are his own; the scarce seconds he does not sacrifice for something greater than his own need to be human.

It feels like some cruel gift - to be given entrance to such a moment, bracketed by the falling snow.

Taglist: @the-jam-to-the-unicorn

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17 Rumbelle please 🥺❤️👀

[From this prompt list]

Rumple and Belle for the "Blood" prompt (I had so many directions I could have gone with this, so let me know if this works)!

When Rumplestiltskin acquires a chest of cursed Aztec gold, Belle removes a piece to examine, inadvertently making herself immortal. Rumplestiltskin grumbles, cuts her finger, smears her blood on the medallion, and puts it back, but Belle remains immortal. Sure enough, when they count the coins, there are only 881—and all 882 pieces of the original treasure need to be in the chest for the curse to be lifted. “At least I can’t get hurt?” Belle tries under Rumplestiltskin’s exasperated glare. “That’s goood,” he sasses curtly, dragging her to her feet, “because I am not hunting immortal pirates by myself.”