#Renee Rapp fanfiction

[superhaught]

Yes, Princess

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warnings: filthy filthy smut (18+ MDNI), cunnilingus, dom/sub dynamics, use of strap on dildo, gagging with clothing, FemDom!Regina, Sub!Reader, use of pet names, begging, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, both characters are consenting adults! Slight angst at the end.

Reader is short and masc-presenting

Word Count: 5300, Part 1/?

Anonymous Asked: hiiiii are you open to writing like FemDom Regina George x short masc girl/enby, and Regina likes to make them beg to finish. thanks and sorry i don’t know how to write requests lol

Regina brings Reader home to use them for all her needs, promising a reward for being on their best behavior for their Princess.

Explicit content below! Read at your own risk (or pleasure 😉)

You were sitting on a bench outside in the courtyard at school, eating your lunch, when Regina George walked past you and dropped a folded paper note into your lap.

You looked up at the blonde as she kept walking. She turned back over her shoulder and gave you a flirty wink and a wave of her fingers.

You unfolded the note carefully and were met with the woman’s frilly handwriting in pink glitter gel pen ink. The note read: “meet me at my car after school, little one. I have something for you.” You could ascertain her intentions and the thought formed a pit in your stomach and a pool of heat between your legs.

She had done this before; she had given you vague invitations, drove you to her lavish house after school, and led you by the hand up to her bedroom. You had always known exactly what you were agreeing to with Regina, and you always had done so willingly.

Regina had come out as a lesbian in the time since the junior year bus accident, but she still liked to do things her way sometimes. She got off on the secrecy and scandal of it all. She enjoyed the rush of keeping the girls she liked under her heel, even though she had changed for the better as a person.

It wasn’t a secret between the two of you that you wanted more of Regina, but that just wasn’t what she wanted right now. You had to respect that and you appreciated her transparency with you. It was far better to have a piece of Regina than none of her at all, so when the last dismissal bell rang, you gathered up your stuff and walked to Regina’s Jeep in the student lot.

She was waiting for your arrival with a cheeky grin. The blonde was more than a head taller than you in her heeled Doc Martens. You approached her with your school bag draped over one shoulder and she beckoned you closer with a curl of her index finger, then pointed to the ground in front of her feet.

You obeyed unquestioningly, coming to a stop right in front of her. She peered down at you over the top of her sunglasses, her brilliant blue eyes seeing right through you, reading all of your desires as if they were tattooed on your face. She smiled adoringly, “I love how good you are for me, baby.”

“Thank you, Gina.”

She raised an eyebrow, “excuse me?”

You flinched, “I’m sorry, I meant thank you, Princess.”

And so it had already begun. When you were with her, you were hers. And honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Regina grasped her chin in her hand, squeezing either side of your face and then pulled you in for a hard kiss. She kissed you, and then sucked on your bottom lip and grazed her teeth over the soft skin, reminding you of your place.

She then ushered you into the passenger seat of her car before getting in on her side. You weren’t allowed to buckle yourself so you waited for her to reach across your chest and buckle your seatbelt for you. As she did so, she kissed your cheek, leaving a bright red lipstick print on your skin.

She eyed you up and down and said, “you look so handsome today, babyboy. I couldn’t resist bringing you home for me tonight.”

A shiver ran down your spine at her compliment, “oh, thank you so much, Princess.”

She smiled and rubbed her thumb over your inner thigh as she pulled out of the parking spot and began to drive. The way Regina affected you was unreal. Her touch alone was already enough to give you the urge to cross your legs tightly. When you tried to, though, she batted your thigh and made you spread your legs open even wider and let her fingertips drift even further inward, playing with the inside seams of your jeans and tickling you.

She scolded you, “tsk tsk, you know the rules, babyboy.”

You nodded obediently and let her keep touching you teasingly even though it made you squirm. You had to bite down on your bottom lip to stifle your sounds.

“Princess, your note said you had something for me?”

“Yes, I do honey. If you can be a good boy and behave yourself tonight, I’ll have a very nice reward for you.”

“Really, Miss? That’s wonderful!” You were genuinely excited, “I promise I’ll be good for you.”

“I bet you will, my baby. And I’ll take good care of you,” she continued to rub her thumb over your inner thigh as she spoke.

She pulled into her driveway and threw her car into park. You watched as Regina got out of the car and came over to your side and kissed you in the same dominating fashion as before while she unbuckled you and then pulled you out of your seat and led you inside the house.

She took you straight up to her bedroom and lightly pushed you inside her room ahead of her then closed the door and locked it. You just stared at her with wide eyes awaiting her instructions like you had been taught to.

She looked you up and down while she contemplated what she wanted from you and then a small smirk formed on her lips. You saw the twinkle in her eye and felt your knees weakening at only her expression.

“I want you to lie on the bed, on your back,” she began, “but I want you to let your head hang off the edge of the bed. Do you understand what I’m asking, babyboy?”

You nodded your head excitedly and crawled onto her bed, positioning yourself as Regina had instructed, “like this, Princess?”

She walked up to you and ran her fingers through your short hair, “yes, exactly like that baby. You’re doing so good.”

You smiled at her praise. You loved pleasing her.

Your head hung backwards off the edge of the bed and you watched Regina as she slowly started to remove her crop top, letting her tits fall out of the fabric.

Your eyes widened and you stared at her in awe as she continued to strip in front of you.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes, princess, you’re so pretty…”

“I’m your pretty Princess, aren’t I honey?”

You nodded, “mmhmm…”

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and slid them down her legs painfully slowly, letting every inch of her soft thighs be scrutinized by your eyes before the next was revealed. She finally let the pants pool around her ankles and stepped out of them, stepping slightly closer to your face in the process. Her thighs were by your head now and she said, “kiss me, baby.”

You turned your head and pressed your lips to her thigh. She hummed happily and played with your hair again, softly at first, then she grabbed onto a fistful of your hair tightly and held you in place, making you continue to kiss her thighs. She directed your head around to her liking, which you assumed was a preview of what else she had planned for you.

She let you go after a moment and began to praise you again, “good work, babyboy. Now, tell me, what do you think of my panties?”

You looked at the garment in question as she spun around for you a bit. She was wearing a simple, yet stunning, black lace thong. When she turned so that you were looking at her ass, she shook it playfully, using her hand to make it bounce, looking over her shoulder at you. You smiled and answered, “your panties are so beautiful, Princess. I bet they were expensive… your body looks so incredible in them…”

Regina smiled, “what else do you think of my body?”

“You have the most gorgeous body in the world. Every part of you is so stunning. Your thighs, your curves, your hands, your tits… everything, Princess. You are a work of art.”

“Mmm…” she hummed, “that’s right, babyboy.”

Regina ran her own hands over her skin and then through her own hair, moving it all to fall behind her shoulders.

“Do you want to know what we’re going to do, sweetheart?”

“Yes, please, Miss.”

“Such good manners… we’re going to start with me sitting my pretty pussy right on your mouth where you are right now, okay?”

You beamed and nodded eagerly.

“And you’re going to make me cum as many times as I feel is necessary, understood?”

“Absolutely, Princess.”

“Then… maybe, I will give you your present and make you cum as a reward for being a good boy for me, okay?”

You swallowed hard and felt a wave rush through your body and settle between your legs at her words. You nodded your head to answer her.

“Words, babyboy,” Regina commanded.

You cleared your throat, “yes, Princess. I want that.”

“Good boy. Very good,” Regina pinched the elastic sides of the thong between her fingers and slid them down her legs, “are you feeling ready for me, baby?”

“Yes, Princess. I’m ready.”

She stepped out of the panties and let the fabric hang from her index finger, “that’s my good babyboy, how about you take a look at how badly your Princess needs you, huh?” Regina took her panties and dragged them over your lips, letting you feel the wetness of the fabric.

Your eyes rolled back and you instinctively opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out to lick and taste Regina’s panties.

She smirked, “oh yeah? You like that baby? You like knowing how much Princess needs you?”

You nodded, “yes… you taste so good, Princess…”

She leaned over you and gently crumpled the fabric into your mouth, making you moan.

“There’s more where that came from, babyboy… now, you stay still for me so that I can take your clothes off, okay?”

You nodded and Regina leaned further over you, going for your belt first and letting her tits hover above your face. You wanted so badly to lift your head and take one of her nipples into your mouth but you were gagged with her underwear and couldn’t. You groaned but then she unclasped your belt and your groan turned into a moan.

She giggled lovingly at your reactions and undid the fly of your jeans then slid her hands into your pants and grasped your crotch over your boxers. You jerked your hips at the contact and she teasingly rubbed her fingers over your cunt, “mmm you’re already so wet for me, too, aren’t you baby?”

You moaned and nodded.

“Well, I’m sorry baby, but you’re going to have to wait until your Princess has had her fill of you first. Is that understood?”

You attempted to mumble, “yes, Princess” but your voice was stifled by the panty-gag. Luckily, Regina understood your intent well enough and she continued to strip you.

She freed you of your pants and boxers all in one motion, and then pulled your shirt off of you as she trailed her hands back up your body. She somehow managed to pull your shirt off while also scratching her manicured, almond-shaped nails into the skin of your abdomen. You shook and lifted your arms so that she could finish pulling your shirt off all the way and she threw the fabric onto the ground behind her.

She leaned down and pressed lipstick kisses onto your sternum, between the pieces of tape that bound your chest flat. Her touch continued to make you squirm beneath her.

“You’re so sensitive right now, baby. I’m going to have so much fun with you tonight…”

You inhaled a deep breath through your nose and nodded, anxious but also pleased by her words.

Regina placed one last bruising kiss beneath your collarbone, sucking a dark red mark into your skin as if signing her work. Then, she stood up straight once more and adjusted her hair before repositioning herself by your head again.

She looked down at you and met your eyes, “I want to use that perfect little mouth of yours now, okay baby?”

You nodded.

“Good boy,” she pulled her panties out of your mouth and gave you a moment to breathe as she tossed them aside.

Regina grabbed your jaw and kissed your lips and then positioned her legs on either side of your head. You let your head fall back slightly and opened your mouth, waiting for her.

Regina lifted one leg up and planted her foot on the bed next to your cheek and then she slowly lowered herself to your mouth.

You closed your eyes and accepted her happily. You stuck your tongue out flat and dragged it through her center and she hummed in appreciation.

Regina danced her fingertips over your chest and let you be in charge of pleasuring her for a few minutes. She liked that you knew exactly how to get her worked up, cycling through long licks through her lips and then circling her clit slowly, but you knew that she wasn’t going to be satisfied with letting you take the reins for too long. Soon enough, she pressed her palm down on your chest and then started to ride your mouth desperately.

You moaned and worked in tandem with her, keeping your tongue working while she grinded on you and drenched your lips and chin in her arousal.

“Oh my god, fuck baby… yes just like that… let me use you…”

Regina increased her pace and came quickly. She grabbed and squeezed your hand as she gasped through her orgasm and rode it out on you.

You felt her muscles clench and her cum soak your face. You eagerly lapped it all up with your tongue and moaned along with her as she settled down and caught her breath.

When she lifted off of you, she was totally blissed out but she saw how red your face had gotten from hanging upside down so she brought her hand to the back of your head and helped you slowly sit up, “here baby, I’m not done with you yet but you can lie down flat on the bed now, honey… you did so good…”

You smiled, “do you feel good, Princess?”

“I feel incredible, babyboy. Thank you for taking such good care of me, darling.”

You laid down on the bed and Regina joined you but immediately straddled your head once more, “I need you again, baby…”

You nodded, “of course, Princess.”

Regina got on her knees and hovered over your face, then grabbed your hair in both hands to stabilize herself and started to ride you mercilessly. She used you like this until she tired, climaxing a second and third time just from your mouth. She collapsed back onto the bed and you wrongfully assumed that she was spent, but she merely lied down then instructed you, “fuck me with your fingers now, baby.”

You happily obliged and crawled toward her and began making out with her as you slid your middle finger into her entrance and curled it against her g-spot. She immediately started giving you the feedback you needed by rocking her hips and chasing the thrusts of your finger. You swiftly added your ring finger as well and her walls tightened around you. You continued to press the pads of your fingers into that sensitive spot, and with well-timed pressure from your thumb onto her clit and pushing your tongue into her mouth, she came long and hard.

She threw her head back and shut her eyes tightly, screaming out with intense pleasure as she soaked your fingers. Your lover practically passed out, melting into the bed and letting a joyous smile take over her face.

You kissed her softly all over her lips, cheeks, and neck, then nuzzled into her and wrapped her in your arms to hold her while she recovered. You stayed like that for some time, breathing together and just being soft for each other.

It wasn’t something you usually did, not that it was off limits but just because it wasn’t part of your relationship with Regina. That didn’t make it any less genuine, though, when you cuddled her closely and whispered, “I love you…”

You watched her face as she smiled without opening her eyes and whispered back, “I love you, too, sweetheart…”

You remained in the comfortable quiet for a while longer, tracing nonsense pictures onto her chest with your index finger and rubbing her upper arm lightly.

Regina let out a contented sigh and then opened her eyes and gazed at you before leaning in to kiss you softly.

“You were more than good to me, baby. You deserve your reward…”

“What’s my reward, Princess?”

She smiled, “let me go get it.”

Regina stood up and left the bed, giving you a quick kiss before going over to her walk-in closet and disappearing from view.

“Stay there,” she called out, “just give me a minute.”

You heard her fussing around with something and after a minute or so, she walked out of the closet wearing a black harness that holstered a hot pink strapon dildo.

Your eyes widened at the sight and she smirked. She was holding a bottle of lube and a condom in one hand and gestured toward the phallus with the other, “what do you think, honey?”

You were momentarily at a loss for words but you finally mustered, “I think it looks really pretty…”

“That’s good, baby. Do you think you’d like me using it on you?”

You nodded your head.

“Use your words now, baby,” Regina climbed up onto the bed and settled next to you, setting the accessories down.

“I… yes, I think I will like it. Will you work me up to it with your fingers, first, though?”

“Of course, my baby. Whatever you need.” She cupped your cheek and captured your lips in a loving kiss and then caressed her thumb over your cheek as she pulled back to look at you, “lay on your stomach for me, baby.”

You nodded and did as you were told, flipping over onto your stomach for her.

Regina sat to your side and began to rain kisses down over your back and shoulders, lightly scratching her nails over your skin as well to raise goosebumps. She then leaned in close and whispered into your ear, “I’m going to give you my fingers until you’re close to cumming and then we’ll switch to the strapon if you feel up for it, okay? And if it’s alright with you, I’m going to delay your gratification for as long as I can… I want to give you the best climax you’ve ever had by making you beg me for it… okay, baby?”

Her words made you shudder and whine in the best way. You nodded your head and answered, “yes, Princess. That sounds… incredible…”

“Good boy…” Regina slid her hand down the center of your back and gave your ass a smack before sinking her hand between your thighs. Her fingers touched your pussy and she made a pleased sound when she felt how wet you were, “mmm… you’ve been wanting me so badly, haven’t you baby?”

“Fuck…” you groaned, “yes, Princess…”

“Say it, baby…”

“I want you so bad, Princess… I need you…”

“Very good… you’ve done so well for me today, honey,” Regina gathered up some of your arousal on her fingertips and started to circle your clit with ease and patience. You agonized at knowing immediately just how much she was going to draw this out. You couldn’t help but buck your hips in a desperate attempt to force her to be more intentional with you but she responded right away with a disapproving sound and pressed you down into the bed with a hand on the small of your back, “we’ll have none of that, baby. I need you to be on your best behavior, yes?”

You whined like a pup but nodded anyway and mumbled into the mattress, “yes, Princess…”

“What was that?” Regina stopped her movements.

You groaned and turned your head so that she could hear you better, “I said yes, Princess.”

“That’s better… remember, I can just send you to bed at any time without getting you off, sweetie. You don’t want that, do you?”

You shook your head rapidly, “N-no! No, Princess, please!”

“Then be good and let me do my job,” she responded sternly.

“Yes,” you nodded, “yes, Princess.”

Regina resumed her movements and touched your clit slowly. You forced yourself to stay still in spite of her teasing and made sure not to chase her fingers for what you wanted. She would go at her own pace regardless of what you wanted and you would enjoy every second of it.

You buried your face in the mattress and moaned and whined, letting your sound express your exasperation in ways that your body wasn’t allowed to. Regina finally relented a little bit and started to tease your entrance with the tip of her middle finger. Her pointed nails made the sensation interesting, but Regina was always so careful not to harm you unnecessarily. It made her go slower which made you that much more desperate.

She finally entered you with that middle finger and you were so ready for her that you barely even felt it and she quickly added another to make you moan. She stayed like this for a while, pumping two fingers in and out of you while you laid on your stomach and she leaned forward to praise you through whispers into your ear.

“You’re my perfect baby… you feel so fucking good with my fingers inside you, babyboy… mmm I love making you whine like that… yes, that’s good, honey… you keep letting me fuck you my sweet boy…”

Every word, every thrust, brought you closer and closer to that edge but she kept you hanging there, maintaining this awful and wonderful limbo where your pleasure never subsided but never peaked either.

Your pleading whines only increased and your words started to spill out, “please, Princess… please please…”

“Please, what, baby?”

You groaned and shook your head.

“What? You don’t want to say it?”

She thrust a little harder, curling her fingers. Your hips jerked in response and she forced you back down again so that you couldn’t ride her fingers.

You cried out and pleaded again, “oh fuck! Please… Princess, please…”

“Please? Your manners are so good baby but I don’t know what it is that you want…”

You whimpered and buried your face into the bed again. Her fingers kept tempting you and you knew that she wasn’t going to give you anything more without you begging for it.

“Please… Princess… I need…”

“What do you need?”

“I need your… cock…”

“Ohh,” Regina teased, “you need my cock, do you?” Regina pumped her fingers just slightly deeper into you and continued, “do you need me to stretch your pretty little pussy with my pink cock, baby?”

You rolled your eyes back and moaned, fighting her hold on you to fuck yourself on her fingers out of desperation but she tutted and removed her fingers altogether, damn near killing you.

You turned your head to look at her as much as you could and you watched her spread your wetness that coated her fingers onto the dildo and she met your eyes as she did so, holding eye contact with you while she wet the toy before bringing her fingers to her mouth and sucking off what was left and letting her fingers go with a loud pop of her lips.

“Come over here and suck it, baby… Princess needs your mouth again.”

You nodded and shakily got up onto your hands and knees, then crawled over to where she was sitting back on her calves and you knelt down and grasped the pink toy in your hand. You locked eyes with her as you lowered and then dragged your tongue up the penis from base to tip and then you hovered above it and spit onto the tip. Regina hummed happily and you spread your saliva down the toy with your hand and then took it in your mouth and sucked it a few times.

Regina quickly felt satisfied with your work and grabbed you by your hair and pulled you off, “on your hands and knees now.”

You assumed the desired position as Regina opened the condom wrapper and slid the rubber onto the toy. She then applied a generous amount of lube with her hand and positioned herself behind you.

She held the cock in her hand and tapped it against you a few times. You both giggled and you moaned, craving more. She leaned close to your ear again and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you senseless baby… you’re going to beg me to let you cum, and then you’re going to beg me to stop, you understand?”

You gasped at the sheer eroticism of it but you nodded eagerly and said, “yes, Princess. I understand.”

Regina started to press the tip of the cock into your entrance and you moaned at the feeling of it. She took her time and entered slowly. It wasn’t a large dildo by any means but it was certainly the most you’d ever taken.

Once she was far enough in, Regina grasped your hips with her hands and used her pelvis to push in the rest of the way. The fullness made you see stars momentarily and she stopped to let you adjust. You felt more comfortable after a moment and nodded, then she started to pull out and thrust back in.

Your moans were enough feedback for her to know that you were feeling good. She continued her movements and quickly started fucking you the way she wanted to, deep and slow. You let your head go slack and let her take you to her hearts’ content and you could already feel yourself rapidly approaching your climax. The way your breath hitched and your moans heightened in pitch clued Regina in and to your horror, she backed off and nearly pulled all the way out of you.

You whined at her cruelty and she rubbed her hand on your hip, “you remember what I told you, yes?”

You whimpered an affirmative response.

“I’m not just going to let you cum, am I?”

“N-no… no… you won’t… P-Princess…”

“You’re going to be begging and crying before I give you that, right baby? And you’re going to keep being so good for me and do just that, hm?”

You felt like you were already on the verge of tears and felt so weak for fear of not being able to take what Regina wanted to give you, but you nodded your head, “yes, Princess… I’ll… I’ll be good… so good…”

She gave your hips a hard squeeze and then began to thrust again, agonizingly slowly. You felt her push the tip of the cock as far as she could, and then pull out as much as she could without leaving.

You yearned for her to pick up the pace and fuck you hard. Your clit ached for contact. You’d never needed to cum this desperately ever in your life. The question crossed your mind of whether someone could die from a denied orgasm. You had been needing her to give you this since lunchtime but Regina would not be letting you off easy. Not now, not ever.

She was going to reduce you to a pleading mess, and you were going to do just that. Anything Regina wanted was your joy to provide.

“Princess!” You cried, “please fuck me harder… please… please…”

“Now that’s a good pet… that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Regina held you tightly and immediately began to pound into you with fervor. You cried out with pleasure and lost the ability to hold yourself up with your arms so your chest and head collapsed into the bed and you gripped the bedsheets in your fists, needing to hold onto something.

Regina slid a hand up your back and pressed on you, holding you down in that position, and you both moaned in sync.

“You’re doing so good, baby… are you going to beg your Princess to let you cum?”

You just whined and felt tears stinging the corners of your eyes. Of course you wanted to beg for your orgasm, but you also wanted to hold out just a little longer.

Regina kept fucking you. Her thighs smacked against your ass and she squeezed your waist in one hand. She was making these incredible, throaty sounds that drove you insane. You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed release.

Your tears broke free and you cried out, “please, Princess! Please! I need to cum I need to cum I need-... please oh my god please make me cum!”

“Oh, is that right?”

“Oh fuck… yes! Princess… please please please… I have to cum… you have to let me cum I’ve been so good…”

She started going just a little faster but it still wasn’t enough, “you think you’ve been good enough to cum, baby?”

“Yes Princess… please… please make me cum…”

“What does my babyboy need to finally cum? Hmm?”

“Clit… clit… please… touch…” you sobbed.

Regina chuckled, clearly enjoying your desperation. She reached a hand around your waist and slid underneath you and started to circle your clit with her middle finger while continuing to fuck you with the strap. You gasped and rocked your hips in rhythm with her, which she allowed now.

“Mmm you’re so swollen for me, baby… you’re gonna cum so fast…”

You nodded your head, feeling your climax approaching rapidly. She touched you diligently and fucked you harder and faster than she had been.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck! I’m so close… fuck don’t stop don’t stop!” You gasped.

Regina continued and commanded, “beg me one more time baby.”

“Oh god please Princess… please please make me cum! I need it… please…”

Regina smiled to herself and rubbed your clit forcefully and you came undone screaming. Tears streamed down your cheeks and your body shook as the waves of pleasure sprinted through your nerves.

Regina helped you ride it out, gently slowing her movements to a stop and then softly pulling out and helping you lie down on the bed. She pressed sweet kisses onto the back of your head and shoulders and scratched your back gently. You shivered from the touch and took deep breaths to try to calm down.

Regina got up from the bed and took the harness off. She came back a few moments later with a towel and water bottle for you. She then laid down next to you and kissed your cheek while playing with your hair.

“How do you feel?” She whispered.

“Insane… so good…” you opened your eyes and met hers. She was smiling at you and scratching your scalp nicely.

“I’m so glad, darling.” She leaned forward and kissed your forehead, “you did so good.”

“Thank you…”

She continued to love on you in silence for a bit and you were just letting your mind wander. You were thinking about her and how much you genuinely cared for her.

“Regina?” You breathed.

“Yeah, baby?”

You stared at her blue eyes and brushed some of her hair out of her face. You wanted her in every way possible. You wanted her commitment… graduation was only a month away. You both would be leaving for different colleges in the fall. She had others that she spent intimate time with. And you’ve had this conversation before.

“It’s nothing, nevermind.”

Regina nodded, trusting that you would tell her if it was something important, “just rest now, sweetie. That’s all I need from you.”

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[elordilover]

Could you write a soft book shop meet for reader x renee

omg yes i love this idea!!! thank you for the request! 🫶🏻

bookstore meeting

summary: you and reneé meet each other unexpectedly

warnings: nothing! not proof read, sorry if this sucks

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you felt the cold february air blow through your hair as you quickly walked down the street to one of your favorite spots, barnes & noble. you adjusted the strap on your tote bad and put your airpod in your ear, you decided to play some phoebe bridgers.

you opened the door and immediately felt at home, you felt comfortable. this was your favorite place to be on a cold winter day. you waltzed over the the romance section to find the book you were looking for: beach read by emily henry. all of the colors were merging together, it was hard to find it when every single book had a colorful spine.

when you finally found the shelf with her books you scanned over it until you found the book that you came here for. it was perfect. you searched around to find the one that was in the best condition.

“um, excuse me, sorry”, you heard a soft voice from behind you, you quickly turned around and moved out of the way while also taking out your airpod at the same time.

“oh, i’m sorry”, you replied feeling your heartbeat quicken seeing how beautiful this girl that was in front of you. something about her felt familiar but you couldn’t tell what.

“oh my god! is that beach read? i literally adore that book! it’s the cutest thing! you are going to love it!”, the blond said, catching you off guard.

“really? i’ve heard lots of good things about it!”, you replied, feeling nervous talking to a girl that could easily be a greek goddess. you noticed how she was looking for a book but couldn’t find the exact one.

“what book are you looking for?”, your mouth blurted out before your brain could comprehend what you were saying. you felt your cheeks turn red when she turned to look at you.

“it’s called the flat share, it’s by beth o’leary. i don’t know if you’ve heard of it but online it said it was right here so i’m not sure if why i can’t find it”, the ranted.

“huh”, you hummed out while scanning the shelves for her book this time. you spotted exactly what she was looking for.

“oh here! i found it”, you said to her while handing the book over to her. while you were doing that you noticed how perfectly her hands and nails looked, she had too have just gotten them done.

“thank you so much!! finally”, you could tell how excited she was.

“of course! i’m glad i could help”

“what what was your name?”, she asked you. you were not ready for this question and barely got it out of your mouth.

“Y- Y/N”, you nervously stated.

“Y/N”, she repeated to herself, “i’m reneé”

your cheeks started to heat up when she said your name. your name never sounded as beautiful as when she said it. it never sounded as important as when her lips shaped the sounds that created it.

when she said that her name was reneé you knew exactly who she was. reneé rapp. it didn’t hit you. you are standing right in front of reneé rapp.

after a few moments of awkward silence, she spoke again, “umm can i have your number?”, she hesitantly spoke, “you seem really nice and i’d love to get to know you”.

what. how is this real life. reneé rapp just asked for your number. you were internally freaking out.

“oh um yeah”, you replied while you told her what it was.

“okay perfect! thank you”, she said happily while she entered the numbers into her phone.

“wait this is how you spell it right”, she said while passing her phone over to you.

“yeah it’s perfect”, you replied after checking. a lot of people got your name wrong, and it bothered you a lot of the time, but if reneé got your name wrong, you would never want to be called something else ever again.

you guys walked up to the register and paid separately. then, you walked out of the store together, dreading having to leave her.

“bye reneé”, you said as you waved toward her.

“bye Y/N! i’ll text you!”, she yelled back you two walked tour separate ways.

once you got home you saw a text on your phone that read: “hey :)”, and you immediately got butterflies.

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[lizthewriter]

messy / regina george

PAIRING  regina george x fem!reader

SUMMARY  you and regina have been secretly hooking up for months, but she breaks up with you when you ask for more. after she gets hit by a bus, you fear for her life and whatever relationship you have left.

TAGS  regina george x fem!reader, hurt/comfort, angst, happy ending, queer!, reneé rapp is so fine 😫😫, internalized homophobia, use of d-slur (lesbian slur)

QUOTE  "half of all my exes regret me, / but none of them will ever forget me, / loving me gets really messy," - messy by reneé rapp

WRITTEN  1.13.2024

WORD COUNT  1.3K

A/N everytime reneé showed up on screen, i literally started banging my fists against my seat because she SERVED CUNT!!!! SHE WAS SO FINE!!!! literally after the movie, my best friend said to me: "i think you're just gay. i think you're a woman kisser. you might just have a little fruit in your cup."

slammed up against the wall, you felt regina's teeth clash furiously against yours. it was all hot passion - how your lips ran feverishly against hers as though you'd never get to feel her touch again, the way her hands ran up and down the sides of your body as though she needed to memorize the shape of you. days the two of you had gone without a moment to yourselves. days you had spent fantasizing about her pressing you up against the wall. it wasn't that you didn't want a normal relationship. it wasn't that you didn't want to kiss and hold hands and go on cute dates, but . . . that wasn't regina's style. she was closeted. heavily. actually, you weren't sure that she even understood that making out with girls was perhaps the most gay thing she could do, but you were willing to take what you were given. it was regina george, after all.

she pulled away from you by biting gently down on your lip, letting go when she could no longer stretch it any longer. "god, you're so hot," she whispered with a smirk, unbuttoned the first two buttons of your shirt. she reclaimed the control she had over your body, pressing her lips to your collarbone. your hands somehow found their way to her beautiful blond locks, scraping her scalp with the sharp edge of your nails. fantasy was nothing like reality. you had forgotten how good it felt, but how terrible it was all at once. as her warm breath tickled your skin, doubts that had been haunting you the past few days filled your mind slowly. was this healthy? didn't you deserve a healthy queer relationship, one that would be open and free and full of love, real love?

you wanted it all. you wanted the life you saw other queer girls have all around the world. going on cute picnic dates with homeade muffins and favorite books, sitting in the lap of your partner and doing their makeup, snuggling on the couch while watching a movie. holding hands while strolling the town center. it was hard to keep these thoughts back any longer. they overflowed.

you felt regina freeze as you gently pushed her away from where she had latched onto your upper chest. "can we, um, talk?" you ask. she could hear the tone in your voice. you knew she could. the way her eyes met yours made your stomach twist with discomfort.

"talk?" she asked in an incredulous tone, pulling away.

"it's just that, well, hear me out first. i like you. i really like you, a lot! that's why i really want us to be more than . . . making out in the custodian's closet after school and sneaking into your room while your mom's asleep," you explained nervously, stumbling over your words. finally able to meet her eyes, all hope was shattered as you felt her icy stare fixed upon your flushed face.

"i thought we made a deal when we started this. nothing more than this." she barked out a bitter laugh and fluffed out her hair. "what, did you think i was some kind of dyke or something? this was supposed to be fun. nice job stamping out that fire." she opened the door to the closet and waltzed out like nothing had happened. as if you didn't spend the entire last three months building a bond. heart: broken.

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fear couldn't describe the emotion you felt driving to the hospital. it was gut-wrenching, blood-curdling, heart-tearingly excruciating. the rumors swirling around made your sick with worry. could she really be dead?

you weren't there when it happened. you had been driving home and then doing homework, hiding your phone away in a drawer somewhere to keep you distracted. it wasn't until hours later that you checked your notifications to realize she had been admitted to the er.

you rushed into the hospital, demanding to hear about her condition.

"are you immediate family?" the nurse at the desk asked. of course you lied. of course you said yes. she gave you the room number and told you that you could wait in the hall - the doctors were talking with her mother and you would need to wait until she woke up herself.

when you arrived at the door to her room, you were afraid to look inside. you weren't sure why. she was alive, yes. maybe you were afraid she was still upset with you. or worse, she had amnesia and forgot about you completely. dejected, you collapsed into the very comfortable plastic chair next to her room.

a few minutes later, the door opened and the doctors and mrs. george exited the room. you stood up suddenly, expectant in your expression.

"she's fine. she's going to heal 100%, she just needs to wear a corrective neck bracelet for several weeks," the doctors assured you. you could relax, just a little. they walked down the hall, chatting softly. mrs. george grinned at you - you had met before, of course, being introduced as one of regina'a friends.

"well, look who we have here! did you hear the news? they said my name on the evening," she told you excitedly, as though her daughter weren't stuck in the hospital from injuries resulting for being hit. by a bus. "head on in darling, those cute boys said she'd be awake soon." her eyes trailed down the hall to the two doctors that had revived regina. with a mini-wave and a "toodle-doo!" she was down the hall and full on flirting with men much younger than herself.

the doorknob to regina's room stared back at you with intimidation so strong you almost turned around and drove home. you reached out a closed your hand around the cool metal, slowly turning it until you were passing through the doorway and standing feet away from her bed. it didn't feel as scary as you thought, entering her room, staring over at her bed. she looked more at peace then you had ever seen her, she looked prettier than you had ever seen her. without her mean-girl face, she seemed a lot more genuine. a lot more like the regina that opened up to you that one chilly night in december.

you silently pulled a chair next to her bed and sat there, waiting for her to wake up. you didn't mind the wait, in a way. because she was sitting there next to you, and she was going to be okay.

when regina awoke, she seemed more confused than anything. her brows furrowed as she looked around the room, her eyes finally landing on you.

"hey," you said all of a sudden, sitting up straight. "you're okay, you're fine. you're . . . in the hospital."

"what are you doing here?" not snappy or bitter or angry. genuine.

"i heard you got hit by a bus," you said, biting your bottom lip anxiously. would she yell at you? tell you she never wanted to see you again? "i heard . . . i you died. i just had to see for myself, to make sure you were okay. i'm sorry, if you don't want me here, i'll -"

"don't leave!" she shouted, grabbing your hand. you stared down at the place where her skin met your hand. this wasn't happening. this couldn't be happening. her fingers intertwined with yours and you find her eyes to be pleading you. "please, just don't leave."

"regina -"

"just shut up and listen, okay?" she told you, sounding upset, but it didn't seem to be an emotion she was directing towards you. you sat back down and scooted your chair closer to her. "i want us to be something more too . . . okay? i like you, loser."

you narrowed your eyes at her. "is this regina george trying to be nice?" you asked dubiously.

"don't ruin the moment or i'm taking everything i said back."

"no," you said quickly, shaking your head with a smile. you placed your other hand on the one clasped in hers. "it's a good look on you. really."

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Masterlist (Will be updated)

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❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧 Regina George 𖤣❀𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰

Queen Bee-atch (Completed)

Summary: You, a self-proclaimed loser, are going into Junior year with one goal in mind: Avoid Regina George. Nobody notices you, so it shouldn't be too hard…right? Warnings: Underage drinking, eating disorders, insomnia?, lotta cursing.

Chapter I - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8

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Headache

Summary: If you could describe yourself in three words, they would be: little shit speedster. Causing trouble was your favorite pastime, and you've never been caught. That would change, however, when an angsty witch is assigned to capture you. Warnings: Swearing

Chapter I - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

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Your Prettiness is Seeping Through

Summary: You and Wanda get sent to a mental hospital at the same time. Warnings: Depictions of Bulimia and depression, suicidal ideation and attempt, self harm, stuff like that.

Chapter I - Chapter 2

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[rougecreator1]

Desire for your Affinity

|| Regina George x fem!reader

|| Warnings: y/sport means your sport of choosing, y/sexuality means your sexuality, y/position means your team position, use of y/n, hook up briefly mentioned, some stalker-ish tendencies from both Regina and reader (nothing too crazy)

|| Summary: You're a mystery kid that's apart of y/sports team. Regina doesn't know anything about you, so she sends Gretchen to gather information. Eventually you become a plastic and then more.

Request from: @syarinaxo Can I request a stalker x stalker with Regina? Thanks ❤️

Requests open!

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It was another regular lunch. Regina, Gretchen, Karen and Cady all sat together at the usual 'plastics' table. Talking about the latest gossip and whatever else when someone catches Regina's eye. A girl from the y/sport team who seemed to be looking directly at her from where the y/sport team usually sits. Whispering to her teammate while pointing at Regina. Regina George knew basically everyone. From loners to jocks. She knows them all. Some just by face others by face and name. So when she didn't recognize you? Someone who was clearly on a sports team... it didn't make any sense to her.

"Gretchen." Regina interrupts whatever conversation the three were having before. Though, it was mostly Cady and Gretchen talking while Karen kinda just stared.

Gretchen turns her attention to Regina, "Yes, Regina?"

"Who's that?" Regina nods her head in your direction, not turning to look at Gretchen.

Gretchen turns to see where Regina's looking and frowns," I don't... actually know who that is."

"Well find out." Regina says with a slight hiss to her tone, making Gretchen tense and nod, "Now!"

With that, Gretchen left the table to go learn more about you. She found it odd that she didn't know who you were. She walks over to the y/sport table and smiles at the group.

"Hi, ladies!" She makes her presence known. You and your team look at Gretchen, exchanging a couple of confused stares amongst each other. Why was a plastic over at your table?

Gretchen immediately sat down next to you as she smiles. "Oh my God, I like totally love your shirt! So fetch!" Gretchen looked at the shirt you're wearing, you give her an awkward smile.

"Um, thanks?" You reply, your confusion evident in your tone. One of your teammates stifles a laugh and you shoot her a 'well what would you do?' look. She shrugs.

"Do you have instagram?" Gretchen asks, getting your attention again. Why was this plastic so interested in you? That's when you notice Regina watching the interaction from the plastics table. You quickly change your gaze back to Gretchen. A soft blush on your cheeks. If you're being honest, you've had a crush on Regina George since you first realized you were y/sexuality. She was literally your awakening. Since then, you've been obsessed with her. More than you care to admit. A few times you've caught yourself just following her around. For her to take notice of you? That was a pretty big deal in your books.

"Who doesn't?" You respond to Gretchen's question, she laughs at your joke. Though in your opinion it seems forced.

"Can I have it? I'll totally follow you back!" Shrugging, you take out your phone and open instagram. Showing her your handle," your aesthetic is so fetch!" She smiles at you. Again with the fetch? What the hell is fetch? From context, you assume it's good.

"Thanks, Gretchen." Gretchen takes out her own phone and searches Instagram for your account, giving it a follow. You were already following her; because who isn't?

Gretchen looks at your bio for your name and smiles to herself: Y/N L/N. Now that she thinks about it, she's definitely heard the name at least once in passing. But not too many people outside of y/sports team really talk about you. You were kind of a mystery to everyone. Gretchen stays and chats for a few minutes longer, just keeping up with gossip and seeing what else she can find out. If she had left right after she got your Instagram that might have looked suspicious. Soon enough, she returns to the plastics table and Regina looks at her expectantly.

"That's Y/N L/N, on her insta it says she's y/sexuality and plays y/position for North Shore. The rest is still like totally mysterious but I'll see what else I can get." Gretchen explains to Regina, who hasn't taken her eyes off you.

"Send me her handle." Regina demands, Gretchen immediately listens and messages it to Regina. Regina takes out her phone and looks at your account. Going through your various photos and seeing what all she can learn about you.

The next few days; Regina's started noticing you more. How you always seem to be around her. She's even gone out of her way to dig up as much information on you as she could find. Your birthday, favourite colour, school grades, hangout places, etc. She's had Gretchen keeping tabs on you.

The two of you never interacted. Until one day when you left your science homeroom and she walked right up to you. You felt your heart flutter and cheeks burn.

"Y/N. Right?" Regina smirks at you, hands rested on her hips as she watched your movements. Almost in a studying like manner. Was this really happening? Was Regina George actually talking to you?

"I... yes!" You responded quickly, internally facepalming at yourself. Regina laughs.

"Oh my God, she's so cute." Regina says to Gretchen, you couldn't tell if it was in a mocking way or not. Gretchen just nodded and smiled while Karen kind of stared at you.

"Wait, isn't she that Y/N girl Regina keeps talking about?" Karen suddenly speaks up, looking at Gretchen for confirmation. Regina rolls her eyes as Gretchen nods. Hold on. Regina talks about you?

"You should sit with us at lunch tomorrow." Regina says, ignoring Karen and Gretchen. Her full focus seemed to be on you, you didn't know how red your face looked but if it was anywhere near as red as it felt... God, that would be embarrassing.

"Okay! Yeah! Totally!" You nodded, Regina internally rolled her eyes at how quickly you agreed to her. Part of her found it endearing in a way, though. Knowing that she would already have you wrapped around her finger without much effort on her part.

Over the next week you would start spending more time with the plastics, which in turn made you popular and more noticed by everyone. You and Regina grew closer. Until you inevitably hooked up one night at a house party which kicked off a relationship between the two of you. People weren't overly surprised when the news spread. But still. No one dared to comment about it or even you. Most people straight up avoided you. Not wanting to do the wrong thing and risk pissing of Regina George.

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Hope you like it! 🫶

Sorry for the ending being a little rushed, I wasn't sure about how to end this one

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[gravedigginbbydoll]

So…. I just binged the ENTIRETY of the sex lives of college girls….

If you see me post Leighton Murray smut… 👀

MIND UR BUSINESS OKAY

I love mean blonde women who love women

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[pezberrywhoreee]

'Controlled'

pairing: dom!janis imi'ike x sub!regina george

words: 2,685

content warning: harddom!janis, puppyslutsub!regina, bdsm, d/s dynamic, hypno kink, puppy play, forced puppyfication, cnc, strap, humiliation, corruption, oral fixation, orgasm torture, overstimulation, frottage and grinding, spitplay (drool)

summary: she doesn't know what's good for her, but she'll learn

a/n: any tist's or people that do hypno (whether erotic or not), i want to make it clear that it was an artistic choice to not include dialogue of each suggestion of triggers that janis gives. i thought that it would get too repetitive and it could've potentially made the reaction a little underwhelming. however, i fully understand that suggestions must be made in order for a trigger to essentially function. i don't know if im overthinking it or not but im really not out here trying to misrepresent the art that is hypnosis with my subpar knowledge :D

"What makes you think you can talk to me like that?" Janis stalked behind the taller girl, her voice eerily calm and collected by her neck.

Regina only scoffed in return, finding the girls attempt at intimidation humorous at best.

"Kneel right now" the brunette ordered, her low tone already tickling Regina's inherent need to submit to the woman. "Fucking kneel!" Janis raised her voice when the blonde gave her an unimpressed look.

They had been playfully arguing about how Regina would make a beautifully pliable puppy, to which the blonde counter argued that the brunette was crazy to think that she would ever have such little dignity, especially in front of someone who knew her to be so confident in the way she held herself.

It was when Regia kept insisting a little too seriously that Janis was "delusional" that the brunette knew it was the perfect time to start the scene.

Janis grabbed the girl's wrist and dragged her into their shared bedroom. Not one part of her was surprised when Regina didn't put up a fight. She would never admit it but she arguably preferred submission over dominance. It was very obvious but she liked to think that it wasn't.

The blonde held the fierce eye contact that the brunette threatened her with, her peripheral catching how the girl's chest heaved in rage. Regina couldn't help the way her eyebrow cocked along with the smirk that pulled at her lips, which ultimately drove Janis to quickly push the girl onto the floor by her head, forcing weight on it until her knees gave out and she dropped on the hardwood.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" the blonde exclaimed as Janis forced her arms behind her back and gave her a warning and expectant look to stay put.

"You don't know what's good for you, Regina" the brunette hummed, controlling the rage in her voice as she moved to retrieve a couple of accessories to aid what she was about to put the stubborn girl through.

After Regina collected herself from being called her name by her girlfriend, she scoffed once more at her words. "So you're going to force me to find out what is?" she challenged, cocking her head though she kept her position.

"Oh please, don't act like you don't want it!" Janis retorted as she stepped back in front of the kneeling girl.

Regina rolled her eyes because she knew that the girl was right.

Janis joined the blonde on the floor, sitting in front of her to bring her to eye level. "Deep breath" she commanded as she forced eye contact with the blonde once more. She smiled as the girl complied, seeing a bit of her reserve dissolving. "Relax your body, untense, let your knees and arms slack if they need to" the brunette tapped into the familiar soft, monotone part of her voice.

On the exhale, the blonde allowed her body to relax. Her head dropped slightly and her arms unlinked, falling by her sides. Her weight fell into her hips, pushing down into her thighs.

"Good girl, one more time~". Janis encouraged as she mirrored the action, hopefully pushing the girl to feel more comfortable. "Let those eyes fall, listen to your body", she hummed as she kept a close eye on the girl's breathing.

Regina slumped on the exhale further. Her head closer to lolling but still not fully dropped, her stomach more pushed out as her chest hallowed.

"Such a good girl. Every time I say 'good girl' you are going to feel yourself relaxing deeper into that safe, secure place. Don't resist it" the brunette continued, smiling as she saw the girls eyes starting to flutter shut and become one with her breathing.

"Now, every time I touch your forehead and say 'stop' you're going to return to your normal state. Your breathing will be normal as if you just woke up. When you hear a snap, you're going to fall two times deeper into that safe, dumb, thoughtless place. Nod if you understand". Janis hummed, pleased with how quickly the girl was falling into trance.

The blonde gave a slight nod, showing the brunette that she was actively listening.

She brought her finger up and tapped her forehead, humming the release trigger. Regina blinked her eyes open, a tired smile on her face as the brunette came into sight again. "Very good~. How was that, baby?", she asked as her hand reached to stroke at the girl's thigh.

Regina gave her a less powerful scoff. "Do you think this is actually going to work?" she got out just before the snap resonated in her head and she instantly dropped deeper into trance.

Janis let a soft laugh leave her at the irony of the moment. "I'm going to touch your forehead and you will undress unknowingly. It will feel instinctual and natural and you will not realise until I point it out. You're doing so well, baby" she suggested, her tone becoming a bit more commanding, but still recognisable to the tranced girl.

As soon as Regina felt the touch to her face, her eyes fluttered open and she took in the girl's pleased face. She reached for the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head and handing it to the girl in front of her. Janis took it with a chuckle at which Regina furrowed her brows.

The blonde pushed back on her ass to peel off the boxers that she was wearing, handing that to the girl too. Janis took a moment to acknowledge the light sheen of arousal that glazed the girls cunt. She waited for Regina to kneel again before piping up.

"Notice anything?" the brunette gestured to her body, fighting a smirk.

Regina looked down, taken aback by her naked state. "Oh fuck...I'm getting wet" she mumbled, feeling the growing throbbing at her cunt. She fought the confusing urge to let her hands fall between her thighs.

Janis let that smirk make itself known. "Well that was quick, huh?" she teased lightly.

"Shut the fuck up—" Regina just managed to retort before that snap triggered that familiar response that now become muscle memory.

The brunette took this opportunity to secure a leather collar around the girl's neck, making sure it wasn't too tight but tight enough to always be felt. She also slipped a leather harness onto her hips, fastening the buckles in the front snugly.

"When I touch your nose and say 'puppy' you are going to only think puppy thoughts. You will act like a puppy and nothing will exist besides following commands and being a good girl.". Janis hummed, feeling herself really getting into it now.

The trigger elicited a low whine in the back of Regina's throat as she came back into something akin to reality. These puppy-like sounds continued as she planted her fist against the ground and pushed her back up, now on all fours with her back arched.

She briefly shook her head, as if to rid of the hazy feeling in her body which Janis found endearing.

The blonde looked up at the shorter girl, her tongue threatening to loll out.

"Let go, puppy" Janis encouraged softly as she moved to stand back up. She hummed when the girl let her tongue hang out, little pants accompanying the act.

Regina started to barely noticeably wiggle her ass along with her panting but was encouraged by the hummed "good girl" that once again fell from the brunette's lips.

The brunette watched as the girl began to lightly shake from the amount of attention she was getting, a satisfied grin appearing on her face.

She reached for the attachable toy that connects to the harness as she spoke. "Puppy's don't think. You're too dumb to think on your own and you need someone smarter to think for you, isn't that right?" Janis hummed, her tone now mocking.

The blonde nodded, a wide smile obstructed by her tongue.

"Such a good girl-" she hummed before tapping the girls forehead again "in heat: 8". A shit eating grin appeared on the brunette's face as she attached the toy into the rings of the harness, quickly averting her attention back to the panting girl.

Regina sunk into the ground with another throaty whine, her tongue disappearing periodically to whimper. She looked up at the other girl with begging eyes, her ass pushed out.

"Please, mommy" she whined as she dropped her head, hopefully muffling the desperate plea.

The brunette tried to hide her surprise at the infrequent honourific that so beautifully rolled off the girls tongue.

"Uh uh, puppy's don't speak, you know that! Be a good girl and bark for me. In heat: 9" the brunette played around with triggers, laughing sadistically when the girl quietly barked as her face was tapped.

Janis marveled at the panting girl, in love with how deep in her mind she already was. Her eyes caught how the blonde was pushing her hips into the air, cocking a brow.

"Come here, puppy!" her voice jumped up an octave as she sat down on the edge of the bed, patting her lap enticingly.

The brunette hummed contently as Regina crawled over to her without question. She was rewarded with a few a scritches behind her ear which she leaned into. Janis couldn't help but find it endearing to see the girl give into what they both knew was good for her.

"What are we going to do with this mouth?" Janis teased as she ran her fingers along Regina's lips, pushing them into her practically drooling mouth and collecting some saliva to spread on her chin.

She chuckled as the vibrating girl's eyes went between her face and the toy resting on her pelvis, her eyes intense and eager.

Janis gave her a challenging look at which the blonde took the opportunity to nuzzle against the leather decorating the girl's hips, whining while doing so.

"Oh—do you want something?" the brunette taunted as she continued to softly stroke the girl's head. Regina let her tongue loll out once more before giving a low growl in frustration.

Janis knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted to not think. She needed to turn her brain off. Now there's no reality in where she would admit this but the brunette could see right through her, and besides they had excessively talked about it during negotiation.

"Is the puppy all bothered? Is she not getting what she wants?" the brunette mocked as she slipped her shin between the girl's spread legs. She gave her a gentle nod as desperate eyes looked up at her.

With a growl the blonde lowered her cunt against the girl's leg, her eyes fluttering and another whine resounding in her throat. "You better put that mouth to use, baby" she purred as she took hold of both the girl's head and the toy, running the tip along waiting lips.

Janis bit her lip as the girl stuck her tongue out and took the silicon tip into her mouth, her hips starting a rather quick rhythm as she rubbed against the brunette. Her eyes squeezed shut at the heightened sensations that were powering her body.

The blonde started to feel thoughts fading away, her mind slowly becoming empty. This only increased her already debilitating arousal.

The shorter girl's hand found a comfortable grip on the girl's jaw, lightly forcing her to take the strap deeper into her mouth. She wanted to show her that filling her holes could potentially make up for being blank otherwise.

"All it took was a little coercion and mocking to get you right where you belong. To get you doing the only thing you're good for. Good girls only think about pleasing" she purred as she stared down into lidded eyes that held nothing but space. A heavy groan left her as she felt whines reverberating through the toy and push against her own cunt.

Just as Regina took the girl into her throat, she felt a grip on her wrist that elicited a stuttering of her hips, her eyes rolling into her skull and her jaw falling slack from its previous suction.

The grip on her jaw tightened "Who said you could stop?" the brunette taunted as she held her grasp on that wrist, prolonging the sudden orgasm.

Muffled moans fell from stretched lips as she instinctively continued to lave her tongue over the toy, eyes begging for mercy.

Janis let go of her wrist, a satisfied smirk plastered on her flushed face. "Good girl! You took that so well~" she hummed.

Regina panted around the length on her tongue, her eyes falling closed at the slight suggestion of falling deeper into trance. Her hips started up again, momentarily jumping due to the sensitivity of her cunt.

The brunette threw her head back as the girl resumed her eager sucking, the flat of the harness continuing to press against her.

She waited until the girl took her into her throat, her eyes fluttering at the fullness. "Statue" Janis hummed, tapping the girl's forehead once again and sighing contently when she completely froze.

The brunette chuckled as took a hold of the girl's hair and started pushing into her esophagus mercilessly, her breath hitching as she forced past the blonde's gag reflex. She stared down at the frozen girl in awe as she was literally transformed into a manipulatable subject to be used.

"Good girl" Janis groaned as she gave her a couple of deeper thrusts as to feel that friction against her aching cunt. "Such a good, pliable puppy" the soft laugh turning into a breathless moan.

A new wave of arousal shot through her as she caught sight of Regina's teary eyes, the trigger having had disabled her from blinking. Reluctantly she tapped the girl's head again, muttering a release before giving the girl some control over her own head.

An agonised cry left the blonde as she felt a grip on her wrist once more. Her thighs grasped at the shin between them. The soft touch of the brunette wiping the tears from her cheek made her realise just how sensitive her skin had become.

"Oh is it too much, puppy?" Janis mocked, feigned care in her voice as she let go of the shaking wrist. She couldn't help but admire how the girl trembled beneath her assault just like she was meant to.

The brunette guided Regina's lips away from the toy to allow her to fill her lungs and clear her uncomfortably empty throat. The blonde looked up at her with dead, watering eyes that begged to be consumed by the other girl's essence, to have someone make a decisions for her.

"Go ahead, baby" Janis whispered as she felt the girl's hips regain its effort in rutting against her leg. Regina wrapped her arms around the girl's thigh to brace herself before her hips took control over her being.

Her lips fell open in a pant, causing a steady stream of drool to pour out of her vacant mouth. A quiet growl left the brunette as the thin liquid made contact with her thigh, watching as a needy tongue pushed out more of what was left of the blonde's brain.

"That's it~ my undignified girl" she purred as she aided the humping girl by flexing her leg against her core. Janis knew that Regina would have scoffed at the comment if her mind wasn't currently leaking out of her holes.

The whines in the blonde's throat increased in pitch which was Janis's cue to press her forehead one last time and utter "In heat: 10", causing the girl to instantly tumble over the edge of another wrecking orgasm. Unintelligible pained sounds fell from drooling lips as her head collapsed in exhaustion, hips stuttering reluctantly.

"Such a good girl" Janis hummed, stroking the blonde's flushed face.

#renee rapp #reneé rapp #mean girls 2024 #mean girls #mean girls broadway #regina george #janis imi'ike #regina x janis #rejanis #auli'i cravalho #mean girls fanfic #smuttt #fanfiction #oneshot #bd/sm kink #pezberrywhoreee kink #pezberrywhoreee #impulse fic #someone let me know now if this was in character for janis

[petals2fish]

Pinky Promise (Tummy Hurts)

He’s in love with her. 

Lily Evans couldn't shake off the irritation that manifested as a clenched jaw as she observed the way James Potter gazed at Cassie Gregory during the first five minutes of the Quidditch game. She hadn’t been able to eat that morning, anticipating this scenario in countless ways in her head. It was worse in real life, and now anxious bubbles were building in her stomach, making her queasy.

Cassie Gregory was a remarkable blonde standing at an impressive six-foot-one, perfectly complementing James' towering six-foot-three frame. It was no surprise that she seemed to captivate him, she caught everyone’s eye. Lily observed Cassie's radiant golden locks glimmering in the sunlight as she confidently leaned on her broomstick, overseeing the Quidditch field with sharp, hawk-like eyes in pursuit of the elusive Snitch for Gryffindor’s victory. Cassie's determined jawline and flawless physique were evident even from Lily's elevated position in the stands.

Lily knew why James was smitten with Cassie, but that didn’t make the matter any less annoying. (Read on A03)

Cassie was older, a skilled Quidditch player, and embodied the attractive sports girl aesthetic. Despite her popularity, Cassie's leadership in the dueling club, coupled with a penchant for jinxing those who crossed her, revealed a somewhat narcissistic nature. 

Naturally, Cassie prioritized personal victory over the team's success. She wasn’t captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but she sure as hell acted like it sometimes. Even now she was shouting orders at Marlene, one of Lily’s friends, to stop missing passes. Lily half wished Marlene would tackle the blonde off her broom, but Marlene was better at self control than Lily was. 

“And Potter’s got the quaffle, he’s heading down the field!” The commentator announced loudly.

Lily looked through her binoculars and found James, leading a chase with the quaffle down field. His arm muscle flexed over the ball, and Lily felt her heart jump when he turned his head and she got to see his cocky smile directed at his opponent. She’d give anything to see that smile aimed at her, in a dark hallway. 

Sadly, they were just friends, and she likely couldn’t hold a candle to Cassie fucking Gregory. Lily was the opposite, as far as Cassie was concerned. Firstly, she was James' age; secondly, she did not fly a broomstick. To top it all off, her tits might be good to look at, but her arse was no contender as it was flatter than a pancake. At five foot two, she was tiny standing next to him and probably reminded James of a third year. Her compassionate nature and tendency to care deeply also made her quick to erupt into tears, thanks to her big heart. 

Good tits and a big heart, Lily had certainly thought that’d be enough until now. 

As James passed by Lily’s side of the stadium, a high-five exchange with Cassie ensued, briefly illuminated by the sun. Lily's discomfort intensified when Cassie blew James a kiss. Her face collapsed and anyone who actually cared about her, would’ve noticed she’d gone completely still. Stillness was never a good sign where Lily was concerned. 

She heard James’ laugh chase the wind, and she felt her knees weaken. He had the biggest, loudest, most intoxicating laugh she’d ever heard. Jealousy sprung into her throat as she realized he was laughing because of something Cassie had said, and that was not okay. Lily didn’t understand why it wasn’t okay, but Merlin, she’d love to block Cassie from even looking his way.

Lily sighed deeply.

"Ugh," came an agreeing tone next to her. "Two jocks flirting in mid-air. They're disgusting."

"For what it's worth, they'd make beautiful babies," she murmured to Severus Snape, her best friend, trying to sound as if she were casually discussing the weather rather than the stomachache she had from realizing she wasn’t even in James’ league.

"Yeah, and raise them up to be a couple of monsters like their mother and father," Severus rolled his eyes. 

“They aren’t monsters, Sev.”

"People as dimwitted as those two airheads shouldn't be able to reproduce."

“Cassie is the best dueler in her year, and James is—”

“A bully?” Sev counted off on his fingers. “A idiot, a showoff, a arrogant toe—”

“He’s all of those things,” Lily placed a hand on Sev’s knee to calm him down, “but Potter can still outpace us both in test scores.”

“He probably cheats,” Sev picked lint off his robes. “I’m sure he cheats, actually.”

“Okay, Sev.” Lily rolled her eyes, knowing for a fact James wasn’t cheating; he was just too smart for his own good. 

It’s what got him into trouble the most. 

It got Lily in trouble too.

Turns out, she had a type, and arrogant jocks with good grades were it. 

Lily chewed on her lip, her green eyes zeroing in on James, who had just captured the Quaffle from Ravenclaw. Actually, no, Hufflepuff was playing. Oops . Lily just didn’t really care to notice, given that she’d been fixated on the interplay between Cassie and James. She was obsessively trying to decipher if the rumor about them was true, and it was eating her alive inside. 

She hadn’t even been able to eat breakfast that morning.

Severus nudged her gently, breaking her concentration. "What's with you today?"

She tore her gaze away from James and Cassie, glancing at Severus with a half-hearted smile. "Just not in the mood for Quidditch, I guess."

Severus raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "You love quidditch."

Lily sighed, admitting defeat. "Not today, I don’t."

Severus snorted. "Well, then why did you drag me out when we could’ve been looking for bowtruckles for my potion?”

As Lily tried to redirect her attention to the match, her mind continued to wander back to the topic of James and Cassie. The Quaffle passed between players, and she half-heartedly cheered when Gryffindor scored. The game was fun, but Lily couldn't shake the knot in her stomach, wondering about the truth behind the rumors.

Everyone was buzzing about James Potter supposedly snogging Cassie yesterday in Hogsmeade. Lily had been occupied with prefect rounds and missed the first half of the Hogsmeade trip, while everyone else seemed to have witnessed it. Even her own housemates claimed to have spotted James Potter and Cassie Gregory engaging in a passionate display.

Marlene McKinnon had practically erupted in outrage when she returned, screaming at Mary MacDonald about the alleged incident. It wasn't necessarily because she wanted James Potter for herself; Marlene genuinely despised Cassie with a fiery passion. This animosity had ignited when Cassie 'accidentally' broke the rules at the dueling club to beat Marlene in a duel of charms. Anytime anything good happened to Cassie, Marlene took it as a personal affront.

Lily couldn't blame Marlene for her tantrum. She, too, had been furious. She had closed the curtains to her bed frame and cried into her pillow for thirty minutes after hearing the news. It felt like a knife in the back, as if she'd been betrayed by the young black-haired Quidditch star. 

After all, Lily had kissed James three weeks ago. 

The kiss had been a secret one.

But the fact was still a fact. 

In the quiet solitude of the library stacks, they had found themselves alone. Engaging in a casual conversation, the topic shifted to the revelation that neither James nor Lily had ever been kissed. James expressed his frustration, feeling out of step with their peers who had already experienced such things. In response, Lily shared her own apprehensions on the matter.

Lily, perhaps impulsively, had offered to be James's first kiss. 

Initially he had conveyed uncertainty. "I don't know if it's a good idea. I don't want to ruin our friendship.”

“I pinky swear it won't ruin our friendship.” Lily had stuck her pinky finger out, grasping it with his own.

His eyes were lighting up as she forcibly shook their pinky fingers together. “A pinky swear doesn’t seem legally binding.” 

Then he kissed her anyway.

Officially, he had kissed her more than once. After the initial kiss, neither of them had separated for more than a brief moment. It felt as if he were a magnet, drawing her in each time. She had even tried a little tongue on the last go, the way Witch Weekly said, carefully tracing his lip. That had only intensified his grip, keeping her securely in place.

As it turned out, Lily discovered that she liked kissing.

The sensation of their lips meeting was a delightful surprise, and she might have gladly continued the exchange if not for an unexpected interruption. James had pulled back, and had been touching her cheek adoringly. Then, in the midst of that peak romantic moment, Sirius Black stumbled upon them, catching them standing mere inches apart, their faces flushed with feeling.

Caught off guard, James hastily conjured a feeble excuse, claiming he was searching for a nonexistent quill mark on her cheek. The awkwardness hung in the air as he and Sirius hastily retreated, leaving Lily to stand in solitude for what had felt like an eternity, her mind swirling with a mixture of confusion and amusement. 

In that thirty minutes, she somehow became totally enamored with him. She loved the way he kissed her back so slowly, so methodically, she could practically hear his brain overthinking every move. She loved his hazel eyes, which were darker in the stacks, and held her with such an intense golden warmth. She replayed the meeting once, ten, or fifty times before heading back to her dorm for a long and hot shower. 

Having her first kiss at fifteen must have done something to alter her brain chemistry because she spent that night drawing hearts next to his name in her diary. She hadn’t done that since second year, and never in her life had she imagined doing it around James’ name. They’d been friends, always friends, and now she wanted him as more than friends. 

Sadly, the next day after their rendezvous in the library, James totally ignored her. 

Then the day after that, he acted like they hadn’t kissed behind the stacks at all. 

Lily felt a tinge of disappointment, her affection for him somehow deepening despite the letdown. She yearned for him from a distance, reluctant to jeopardize their five-year friendship over something as trivial as a couple of kisses.

Yet, the crush persisted.

With each stolen glance in his direction, her infatuation intensified—beginning with a subtle blush and escalating into a chaotic whirlwind of thoughts. She found herself captivated by him, and was wondering if Severus was beginning to discern her secret feelings for him. Suspicious looks from Sev had become more frequent, especially when James lingered nearby. 

Even now, as she stared out at the field, Severus eyed her with suspicion.

“Go, go, Gryffindor!” the voices in the stands erupted, some cheering for James. 

Lily took a deep breath as James skillfully maneuvered his broomstick, tossing the Quaffle to Charity Jones. Unaware that Hufflepuff had caught the Snitch simultaneously, Lily's focus was on James, their eyes meeting in midair. He mouthed her name, accompanied by a wave. A rosy blush crept up her cheeks as she eagerly waved back.

Severus, reacting with disgust, lightly shoved her. Lily laughed, attempting to brush off her embarrassment as she watched James descend to the ground. The game had ended, but her heart continued to race, wondering if he was experiencing the same surge of emotions. The intensity was almost unbearable, leaving her jittery with unspent energy. She knew it was stupid, but the desire to kiss him in the stacks again greatly outweighed anything else at that particular moment.

“I can’t believe you waved back,” Severus muttered moodily as they stood up to join the crowd funneling down the stairs. "Do you like him or something?"

“James?” Lily feigned disgust a little too well. “Sev, he’s got a head so big, I’m surprised he can even fly a broomstick without toppling over from being top-heavy.”

Sev chuckled, tossing his hands into the pockets of his cloak as he responded joyfully, “he and Cassie have ego in common.”

“I just can’t believe he’d date her,” Lily remained even-toned, though the topic infuriated her.

“I know,” Sev let her through the stairwell door first before following with the quip, “I thought Black and he were a thing.”

Lily laughed out loud at that, earning an appreciative look from her usually reserved friend. “You can hardly see one without the other,” she commended, “but I can’t say either one of them has been caught snogging the other—unlike Cassie.”

Sev’s hooked nose scrunched up. “Why do you even care who is snogging who?”

“Because James is my housemate, he’s my friend,” she ignored Sev’s almost perpetual eye-rolling when James was involved. “And I personally think he deserves someone who’ll keep him humble.”

“Humble and James Potter don’t belong in the same sentence as the other.” Sev snorted as they both left the field and started walking back to the castle.

“You don’t know him like I—“

“Lily!”

The butterflies in her stomach had turned to lead weights. Her feet stopped dead in the frosty grass, her face heated back up, and her shoulders straightened. Severus was quick to disappear at the sound of the voice. Lily glared after him for abandoning her, but he just ignored her and fell into step with someone else.

“Lily!” James called her name again, this time he was closer, almost right on top of her.

Lily turned, and James was suddenly right there, inches away. He hadn’t changed from his Quidditch gear, and he had no glasses on, just his goggles pushed up his forehead. Lily eyed his wind-swept hair, admiring the twists it made on top of his head. His hazel eyes sparkled—no, they glowed with happiness at the sight of her.

God, she’s in love with him.

“Hi James.”

“Did you enjoy the game?” James asked cheerfully as students funneled around them.

Lily blinked widely before answering, “yes.” 

She would have liked to have said, ‘I enjoyed you,’ but that seemed a bit forward.

“Good.” He walked closer, damn him, and slung a confident arm around her shoulders, leading her in a walk back to the castle. “I saw you in the stands near the end; you look really pretty with your hair down today.”

Lily looked up at him, twirling one long red strand of said hair around her finger. “Thanks, I guess.”

“You guess?” He scoffed, “take a compliment, Evans.”

And then, because she was stupid, she blurted out, “how was Hogsmeade with Cassie?”

She hoped he looked like he was in as much pain as she was because he actually winced when she mentioned Cassie. “Oh, you heard about that, huh?”

“It’s all over the castle,” Lily mused, “I think the student population truly believes you two might be one snog away from bringing peace and prosperity back to our hallways.”

James pinched her shoulder. Hard.

“Ow!” She pushed him away. “That hurt!”

“You deserved it for that snark, Evans.” He rubbed his own arm as if she had bruised him.

Lily eyed him grumpily, noting that he shared her expression. She fell back into step beside him as they crested the hill, the castle rising up over the landscape. It was a rare moment alone with him, despite the sea of people. Lily was hardly ever without Sev, and James had his own ‘glued at the hip’ friends as well. 

She preferred them like this, alone, together.

“She’s pretty,” Lily commented, trying to keep her voice even again for the sake of prosperity.

“Who?”

“Cassie Gregory.” 

James’ hand reached for his messy hair, and he ruffled it as if agitated. “She is,” he agreed shortly.

“Do you like her?”

His hazel eyes skirted to her green ones. “Why do you care?”

Because I like you. She was too scared of rejection to say it out loud. “Because I’m your friend.”

James’ expression remained taut, and then he hip-checked Lily playfully. “Well, just like all my other friends, you’re going to have to wait for the details on my love life.”

“But you will tell me, right?”

“When I’m in love?” James asked with a sharp tone.

She held out her pinky finger to him, “I’ll tell you, if you tell me.”

His smile widened, he was likely thinking back to their last pinky promise. She held his gaze, not for one second regretting asking him. She liked when she flustered James, normally it was the other way around. 

James’ pinky suddenly looped with hers. “I promise, once she’s ready, I’ll tell the whole school who I’m in love with because I won’t be able to hold it in.”

Lily's stomach fluttered once more as she recognized the sincerity in his words. He had that earnest gaze, the one he reserved for moments of honesty. Blushing, she averted her eyes and focused on her feet, feeling the nervous energy radiating from his intense stare. He held onto her pinky, only letting it go once they started walking again.

“Well,” she muttered, attempting to inject humor, “save me a seat at the wedding.”

James snorted, as if finding something ironic in her comment. “You'll be right up front, I don’t even need to pinky promise that.”

"I'm sure Cassie will love that." Lily said smoothly, pretending to check her nail beds to avoid looking directly at James. 

"As if I'd marry Cassie," he scoffed, and her heart flew joyfully at the words. "She's a sore loser."

"You said it, not me." Lily almost hugged him, she was overjoyed by the news.  

James grinned down at Lily perceptively, "I knew you didn't like her."

"I for one, am disgusted you didn't get my approval before snogging her." Lily mocked, her mood lifted by the turn of the conversation.

James laughed once, tugging on her red hair playfully with his free hand, "I didn't kiss her, it was just a rumor."

He didn't kiss Cassie. 

Lily allowed her grin to widen as they entered the Great Hall together. James was immediately bombarded by his friends, who had been searching for him, providing Lily the perfect opportunity to slip away before potentially embarrassing herself. She seamlessly blended into the group of girls near the doorway, stealing one more glance at James. She felt a surge of happiness when she saw him returning her look with a wink.

She waved.

He waved back.

Later that evening, during dinner, James took a seat beside Lily, and she ate everything on her plate. 

#jily fanfiction #Jily one shot #lily evans #james potter #jily #jily fic #renee rapp #tummy hurts #pinky promise

[zorzostheneighborhooddevil]

Okay so I feel like this might be like a really niche fic idea but I kinda wanna see it happen.

So I watched the new Mean Girls, purely because I'm in love with Renee Rapp, and kinda became obsessed with her rendition of Regina.

So my idea is that after everything that happened in their junior year, Regina like becomes basically depressed. Like she has friends but she doesn't want to bother them. So as a way to cope with her feeling she secretly starts to write music (most likely the same songs renee has herself or at least similar). Cause WE know she can sing but not many others do.

So she secretly writing this music, recording it, and posting it under a fake name because she doesn't want people to know it's her but she wants to share it for people who would feel similar. But her music starts to kinda blow up and people she knows start seeing it and things kinda blow up from there.

I don't know if anybody would be interested in something like that, and lords know I can't write it because I suck at writing. But I think it should be done. That's all.

#regina george #renee rapp #mean girls #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction ideas #someone please do this

[uhhhyaenbyjade]

i need help with Mean Girls 2024 plz

I'm writing a Cadina fanfic mainly based on the 2024 movie but with influences from the 2004 one. Since this is basically a rewrite, I am trying to remember how certain scenes went and the details of them so I can get it nicely written.

BUT! I do not remember how the scene where Damian and Janis meet Cady in the bathroom finishes!

If someone can help me, I would really appreciate a detailed account of the scene from when Cady opens to bathroom door, up until Regina George shows up! THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ANYONE THAT CAN HELP! <3 <3 <3

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #mean girls movie #regina george #cady heron #cady x regina #cadina #renee rapp #tori vega #angourie rice #please help me #writing

[this-sapphic-paradise]

Chapter 3 of Mirror Me Back is up!

#cadina #drabble #cadina fanfic #cady heron #regina george #renee rapp #augourie rice #fanfiction

[superhaught]

To Be Another Notch in Your Bedpost

Pairing: Leighton Murray x Reader

Warnings: explicit smut! (18+ MDNI) implied sub/bratty Leighton, implied dom/brat tamer reader, one night stand

(This is my first ever published fic please be gentle! I want to start taking requests for anything Renee/Regina/Leighton so, ya know, tell me if ya like it and wanna see more writing from me)

Word Count: 2700, Part 1/?

Reader has a one night stand with the Leighton Murray.

Explicit Content Below

This party was everything you hated. Loud, unintelligible music. Drunken idiots everywhere. Sticky spills all over the floor and sweaty bodies brushing against you no matter how much you tried to stay out of the way. 

You wouldn’t have even come out tonight if it wasn’t for the fact that your friend basically dragged you kicking and screaming out of your dorm and away from your comfortable Netflix binging. You remained steadfast, though. She could bring you to the party but she couldn’t make you enjoy it. While she danced in the middle of it all, you continued to nurse your one cup of punch against the wall, allowing yourself the guilty pleasure of people watching.

It wasn’t that you thought you were better than your peers, you just couldn’t match their vibe. You couldn’t let go enough. You couldn’t become uninhibited. Your first year at Essex had been an overwhelming one. Making good friends had been hard. Staying on top of your classes even more so. And finding common ground with the legacy and/or wealthy students had been damn near impossible. Your student job in the library was draining, and your dating life had been nonexistent. This party felt like the absolute last thing you needed to decompress. 

You were just about to throw in the towel and say goodbye to your friend when someone unexpected approached you. 

“Hey wallflower,” she said, addressing you, “a few of the Theta guys are concerned that you’re bored or drugged. Either way, they want it to be resolved.”

The girl was Leighton Murray. A rising queen bee on campus. She was deeply connected to the school, extremely popular within multiple social groups on campus, and easily one of the most stunning women you have ever seen by far. 

You chuckle awkwardly and smile at the blonde, “Ah. Well, I am sorry for disturbing the vibe of the party. I know that the frats work hard to make these go well. But truly, I’m neither bored nor drugged, just… not fitting in.”

Leighton raises an eyebrow at you, “I take it this isn’t your usual scene, then?”

“Not at all,” you admit. “I’m much more comfortable in quiet settings with fewer people to worry about.”

Leighton nods and takes a sip from her own drink, glancing over the crowd thoughtfully. She turns back to you, “What made you come, then?”

You shrug, “I was forced by my friend. Apparently my preferred Friday night of watching Queer Eye and baking brownies for myself in the dorm kitchens depresses her.”

Leighton laughs, “It’s not necessarily a bad thing but definitely not how you should be spending your Friday nights in college…” she looks you up and down for a moment, clearly checking you out, “are you… ya know?” She makes her wrist go limp in that recognizable signal and you can’t help but chuckle. 

“What? Gay?” She looks a little embarrassed but you smile warmly and give her a reassuring nod, “Yes, I am. Very much so, don’t worry.”

She nods and takes another drink, and you mirror her. Word spreads quickly amongst the sapphic community at Essex and Leighton had been a big topic of conversation lately. The story was that she had recently come out and was making up for lost time. It wasn’t something that you judged her for, but now that she was here chatting you up, it did make you question the depth of her intentions. 

You tilt your head questioningly at her and decide to be bold, “We haven’t connected yet, have we?” 

Her cheeks flush and she hides her face with her cup again as she responds, “No… we have not…” 

“So were you truly sent by the frat guys to come check on me or did you… maybe volunteer yourself for the task?”

She feigns offense at your question and then shrugs, “I will neither confirm nor deny.” 

You flash her a knowing smirk and take another sip of your drink. You’re more than interested in her, but you’re also more than nervous. Casual hook-ups have never been your thing and Leighton was the type of woman that you’d want to spend more than just one exciting night with. But for all you knew, that’s not what she wanted right now. 

“Well…” she begins quietly, “since you aren’t enjoying yourself here, would it be okay for me to take you somewhere else?”

You slowly nod your head and meet her eyes, “Can I ask you a question first, Leighton?”

She nods back, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“What are you looking for, right now?”

She gives you a confused expression, “What do you mean?”

“Do you want one fun night and nothing more, or someone who might last longer than one fun night?”

She considers the question for a moment, “Is it important for you to know the answer to that before we go further?”

“It is,” you reply, “I just want to manage my expectations.”

She nods in understanding, “You’re the first person who’s actually asked that… honestly, I’m just looking to feel good. Lately, that has resulted in a string of fun nights… but I’m not opposed to having more than that, really.”

“So, you’re saying that if you hit it off with someone and they asked you out, you wouldn’t outright reject them?”

She nods, “Right. Does that… help you with your concerns?”

“Yeah, it does. Thank you.” You smile again and she smiles back, seemingly moved by your tender nature. You hold out your hand to her and finally introduce yourself and she echoes your name back to you as she happily shakes your hand. 

“So… about my offer?”

You giggle and nod, “Get me out of here, Leighton.”

The girl grabs your hand and quickly leads you out of the frat party. You’re able to quickly shoot your friend an explanatory text so that she won’t worry about your whereabouts, and soon enough, you're trailing behind Leighton Murray as she takes you across campus back to her dorm. 

You hold onto her hand the entire time. She swiftly unlocks the door to her suite, which is thankfully empty at the moment, and she pulls you straight into her room, shutting the door behind you. 

You lock eyes and smile, a little nervously on both of your parts. It was comforting to you that there was some anxiety for her as well. But you’ve never been one to let that anxiousness prevent you from taking the lead. You bring your hands up to her cheeks and cradle her softly as you pull her in towards you and close the distance between your lips. Her eyes flutter shut and a small sigh escapes her as you kiss. The softness of her, the lipgloss she wears, the perfume on her neck… all of it completely tantalizes you and you suddenly have no trouble falling into her completely. 

Her hands drift to the small of your back, then she squeezes your ass playfully and yanks you a little closer to her, which prompts you to gently push her backwards so that she’s against the door. Leighton gasps lightly and you smile in the kiss, knowing that your actions have pleased her. Your parted lips give her the opportunity to graze her tongue over your bottom lip and you eagerly accept it and meet her with yours, deepening the kiss. 

You begin to trail your hands down her body, letting your fingertips brush skin where it’s exposed and fidgeting with the fabric of her dress as you go down to her hips and hold onto her firmly. Your touch sends a shiver up her spine and she moans. You pause the kiss for just a moment so that you can take a much needed deep breath, but you keep your nose and forehead pressed against her and meet her gorgeous blue eyes again for a second and you can’t help but be in awe, “fuck…” you breathe.

She nods eagerly and pulls you back in for more. You push her back against the door again, keeping her pinned in place as you gently shift her hair out of the way of her neck and you lean down to place kisses on her skin beneath her jawline and along her pulse point. 

She sighs and melts, biting her lower lip and burying her fingers into the hair at the back of your neck to hold onto you. Your lips and tongue explore her soft, sensitive skin and you playfully nibble at her earlobe which makes her gasp before you return to her lips and continue making out with her. 

You feel her start to rock her hips, trying to grind against you in search of friction where she needs it. You smile and tease her, slowing down your movements and taking your time to worship the other side of her neck and each collarbone. 

She groans, “oh fuck… you… tease...”

You smirk and whisper into her ear, “Feeling needy, Leight? If you want something, you’d better ask for it.”

She whines and bites into her lower lip hard but then indignantly shakes her head, deciding to try to maintain a little bit of brattiness rather than just caving right away. 

Your hands drop down to her thighs and start to toy with the bottom hem of her dress, inching the fabric upwards bit by bit and making her squirm while you kiss her collarbones and as much of her chest as is exposed by the low cut. 

Your fingertips dance over her skin and give her goosebumps as you touch the backs of her thighs feather-light, keeping your pelvis just out of her reach so that when she rocks her hips, she doesn’t find anything to make contact with. You find a great deal of amusement in watching this powerful woman quickly crumble. She pulls your hair harder and gets even more vocal with her whines and groans, cursing in your ear and desperately seeking more deliberate touch from you. 

You keep kissing her neck, touching your lips and tongue softly to her hairline and feeling her pounding heartbeat. You barely hear it, a faint whisper escapes her, “please…” 

You raise an eyebrow and pull back to look at her face, “Hm? What was that?”

Leighton grumbles and whispers it again, “please… please.”

“Please, what?”

“Oh my god please fucking fuck me!” She finally blurts. 

You smile, satisfied, and decide to oblige her instead of gloating any further. You kiss her lips once more before lowering yourself onto your knees between her legs, her mouth falls open and she stares down at you in awe.

You look up at her and maintain eye contact as you hike up the fabric of her dress even more, until it bunches around her hips and exposes her lace panties and an intoxicating inch of skin between her navel and the underwear. You reach your head up and press a soft, cruel kiss to her center over the fabric which makes her jut her hips and groan, falling back against the door a little bit. You can feel how hot and wet she already is and you try not to let that go to your head. 

You slide your hands down the skin of her legs and follow your fingers with your lips, kissing her gently, until your hands reach her heels and you start to take them off of her one at a time while watching her face. 

“You’re so gorgeous, Leighton.” You tell her. 

She just flushes and nods, helping you by kicking her shoes off and out of the way. Your hands return to her thighs and then slowly, you hook your fingers into the waistband of her panties and you start to pull them down. She moans and you feel an overwhelming wave of heat race through your own body and settle between your legs. You watch her eyes as you pull the fabric down and she carefully steps out of it, then you take a moment to admire her like this and you feel like all of this must be a dream. 

“Are you ready, Leighton?” 

She nods emphatically, “God yes… please…”

You nod and help her drape one of her legs over our shoulder as you get yourself into a solid position and bring your face between her thighs.

She leans back, putting more of her weight against the door and with one more affirmative nod, you extend your tongue and drag it along her. 

You hear her moan and can sense her letting her head fall back against the door as she winds her fingers into your hair and holds your head firmly in place so that you are less inclined to pull away. 

Your senses are flooded by the taste and feel of her and your own eyes roll back before you shut them completely and draw your focus into pleasing this incredible woman. Your lips and tongue start to work on her slowly, you moan against her and she grinds against you and you can tell that she’s already anxious for release. 

You drag your tongue languidly through her folds and pause to push it inside of her before returning to her clit and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with the flat of your tongue. You can easily tell what she likes and wants more of and it doesn’t take long at all to build her up to climax. Your lower face is already drenched in her but you stay in place and maintain the pace and motions that she’s responding to, feeling all of her muscles tense, her breathing quicken and her noises intensify. With just a few more movements of your tongue she finally releases with a long, drawn out moan and you start to slow your ministrations as she rides out her orgasm on your face. She beams widely and laughs joyously through the waves of ecstasy, breathing hard, chest heaving. 

You do your best to clean her up and then you quickly stand and help support her as her legs weaken. With a simple lift, you bring her from the door to her bed and lie her down and she curls up with a big smile on her face and says, “holy shit…” 

You laugh and crawl into the bed next to her and wrap your arms around her while she rests for a moment, catching her breath and regaining her bearings. You spend a few quiet minutes just spooning her and rubbing her back gently and she smiles and hums happily. 

Eventually, she whispers, “You know, I’ve slept with a lot of people recently… but what you just did for me… doesn’t even compare. I feel like you’re on a whole different graph…”

You laugh, “What? That can’t be true.”

“No, I'm being one hundred percent serious. That was insane.”

You smile and get close to her ear and whisper to her, “It doesn’t have to be over…”

“Well right, I need to return the favor…” She starts to roll over toward you but you hold her in place and stop her, leaning over her shoulder and kissing her neck lightly, “sure, you could do that, but I’m talking about it not being over for you…” you whisper against her ear.

“Fuck…” she groans, “are you going for some kind of record?”

“I just want to make you feel good…”

“You’re unreal…”

You flash her a playful smirk and she gets up out of the bed and slips a sock over the door handle to her room, “Bela will understand.”

You both giggle and then she excitedly gets back into the bed with you, climbing onto your lap and immediately capturing your lips in more passionate kisses. 

The night skips on, continuing to excite and pleasure you both, and you remind yourself no short of a hundred times to thank your friend for making you come to the party.

Next Chapter

#leighton murray #tslocg #sex lives of college girls #leighton murray fanfiction #leighton murray smut #smut with plot #renee rapp #renee rapp fanfiction #original writing

[elordilover]

reneé rapp masterlist!!

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bookshop meeting

#renee rapp x reader #writing #masterlist #renee rapp x you #famous! renee #you x renee rapp #renee rapp fanfiction #renee #rapp #renee rapp #x reader

[lenybunny]

— ✿RULES & MASTERLIST✿ —

✿RULES:

—things i write:

mostly smut, some occasional fluff, angst, etc…

mostly oneshots, but i’ll do multiple parts of things if requested!

i only write fem!celeb x fem!reader (i write poly situations as long as reader is involved)

non-celeb AU

—things i don’t write:

anything smutty involving minors

noncon, yandere, ageplay, anything with animals, any other things of that sort

g!p

stories with JUST celeb x celeb

male readers or male celebs

butt stuff

fetishes (NONE, absolutely NONE)

—general:

i can’t do every single request i receive, but if your req helps me write anything, i will mention it in the a/n

if you are putting prompts along with a req, please don’t put too many

don’t hesitate to tell me if you think anything is wrong with a story or tags!

please let me know about grammatical/spelling mistakes in the fics so i can fix them. i try my best to catch them all, but sometimes i just don’t notice

✿PROMPTS:

—all of these were originally written for my kpop blog, please disregard the ones that mentions idols/maknae/etc

bratty/degrading/etc smut

first time/inexperienced smut

praise/soft/etc smut

misc smut

threesome smut

kinks

angst/fluff

✿MASTERLIST:

✿COMING SOON:

regina x reader - “eclipse” (smut)

fics on my alts (@airaibunny + @tcubunny)

✿MY ANONS

#renee rapp #mean girls #masterlist #writer #smut #fluff #angst #margot robbie #barbie #wlw #pwp #wlw ns/fw #wlw fluff #wlw angst #wlw post #gl #gl smut #gl fluff #gl angst #girls #men dni #celebrities #wlw smut #writers on tumblr #fanfic #smutty fanfiction #smut fic #angst fic #fluff fic #hot celebs

[klaprisun]

*screams*

I'm losing my mind. I have had so many songs come on at the perfect moment while writing my fanfic it's actually insane. They keep going with the moment exactly and the music is on shuffle.😭😭

#music #coincidence #purely coincidental #sdv #fanfic #fan fiction #stardew valley #Haley #haley stardew #haley x female farmer #haley x farmer #haley stardew valley #stardew haley #sdv haley #stardew valley fanfic #stardew fanfic #sdv fanfic #fanfiction #spotify #renee rapp #chappell roan #perfect timing #stardew #stardew valley haley #hat mouse #hat mouse stardew valley #sdv hat mouse

[orchideous-nox]

I Wish by Reneé Rapp but it's James Potter and his anxiety about losing his parents until it happens.

#james potter #euphemia potter #fleamont potter #marauders #marauders fanfiction #hp marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards from the 70s #i wish #renee rapp #reneé rapp