DrabbleTag6 - Once Upon A Time: Mary Margaret/Regina, Emma/Regina, Emma/Snow White
Title: Always For You
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Mary Margaret/Regina
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 247
A/N: Prompt is knee-highs as requested by fresh_brainss. D/S elements?, bit of degrading talk
‘I should have known you that you would embrace this costume change,’ declared Regina, circling the kneeling Mary Margaret. ‘Always such a whore for me.’
Mary Margaret bites a moan at that. She doesn’t know why, but Regina calling her all sorts of nasty words fills her with a fire. Perhaps it was because they always preceded “for me”.
All Mary Margaret could confirm was that she wanted to hear them now.
Regina squatted next to the wildly blushing teacher.
‘Look at you. Is this what a wholesome grade school teacher is supposed to look like? Reliving her dirty high school fantasies with her knee high socks (Regina drew a fingernail from the top of the socks up and under Mary Margaret’s ridiculously short skirt), her shocking scrap of fabric barely hiding her greedy cunt (Mary Margaret gasped as two fingernails scraped along her clit), and her breath is short because she foolishly tried to fit into a blouse made for a flat-chested waif (and here Mary Margaret couldn’t keep her head down any more, back arching when Regina’s free hand pinched her left nipple).
‘I…’
‘What was that dear? Good girls enunciate.’
‘I am so wet for you.’
Regina lowered her eyelids as she tilted her head down, smirking at her quarry.
‘You are, aren’t you? Always making such a mess. Look down. I want you clean that up with your tongue while I prepare your ass. And because I feel generous, I’ll use lube tonight.’
Title: It's All Over
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Emma/Regina
Rating: G
Word Count: 237
A/N: Prompt is Beyonce as per charmingregal's request. Sorry, Regina doesn't actually appear in this drabble.
‘I’ve married the Beyonce of Storybrooke,’ murmured Emma, as she ticked off all of the songs that were relevant to Regina, or their relationship.
Crazy in Love. Hell yes, I am.
Run The World. Does she ever.
Survivor. None of us would be here if it weren’t for Regina.
Flawless. I think we can all agree to that.
Love On Top. Yup I’m often the bottom.
Sweet Dreams. That’s true. She is my dream come true.
Naughty Girl. Emma could only smile at that one.
Diva. Well, yeah. Of course.
Broken-Hearted Girl. Emma frowned slightly. Not anymore, I hope. I won’t let anyone break her heart ever again.
Beautiful Liar. I always know when she’s fucking with me when she smiles that I-had-you-going-there smirk of hers.
And oh yes, she had me at Hello.
‘Hey, Ma. Whatcha thinking about?’
When he garnered no response, he waved a hand in front of Emma’s face, ‘Ma? You there?’
‘Huh? Henry.’
‘You okay?’
‘Yeah… I married Beyonce.’
Henry’s eyes widened.
‘Ma! Come on. I did not need to know what kind of roleplay or magic stuff you and Mom mess around with during your alone time.’
‘Our alone… Wait. Henry, no! We don’t…! I mean…! It’s not like that!’
‘It’s too late. Thanks Ma. Congratulations. You’ve both ruined Beyonce for me. I’ll never be able to listen to If I Were A Boy again cause I’ll be thinking of you.’
Title: Obligatory Protests
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Emma/Snow
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 247
A/N: Prompt is delayed as requested by charmingregal. Incest inside.
‘Regina’s gonna kill me if I’m late again,’ muttered Emma.
‘Since when do you care about what Regina thinks?’ murmured Snow, lips brushing against the shell of Emma’s ear.
Emma was sitting on the edge of her bed. Snow sitting against her with her right leg draped over Emma’s lap, left arm curled around Emma’s waist and right hand cupping Emma’s left cheek.
The fact that her mother is currently only in her panties and a tank top was not lost on Emma Swan.
No, in fact the minute rocking of Snow’s hips against her own hips were now more obvious, accentuated by the wetness soaking through her panties to touch Emma’s skin. Emma didn’t even protest when Snow unbuttoned her shirt, opening it up, but not taking it off.
‘I’m so ready for you,’ whispered Snow, shifting up to press herself against Emma’s completely.
Emma groaned at the slick heat against her waist, and twisted her head to look at Snow, ‘You’re killing me. I’m gonna get in trouble.’
Snow kissed her daughter, smiling against her lips.
‘I’ll make it worth your while.’
Emma smiled back at Snow, giving no warning as she grasped her mother and flipped her on to the bed.
Snow squealed as Emma began lavishing her collarbone with open-mouthed kisses. Emma worked quickly, nipping Snow’s skin, leaving a trail of bright pink marks from breast to stomach.
Snow’s breathing became erratic when Emma nuzzled her clit, and then dipped her tongue inside.
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Mary Margaret/Regina
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 247
A/N: Prompt is knee-highs as requested by fresh_brainss. D/S elements?, bit of degrading talk
‘I should have known you that you would embrace this costume change,’ declared Regina, circling the kneeling Mary Margaret. ‘Always such a whore for me.’
Mary Margaret bites a moan at that. She doesn’t know why, but Regina calling her all sorts of nasty words fills her with a fire. Perhaps it was because they always preceded “for me”.
All Mary Margaret could confirm was that she wanted to hear them now.
Regina squatted next to the wildly blushing teacher.
‘Look at you. Is this what a wholesome grade school teacher is supposed to look like? Reliving her dirty high school fantasies with her knee high socks (Regina drew a fingernail from the top of the socks up and under Mary Margaret’s ridiculously short skirt), her shocking scrap of fabric barely hiding her greedy cunt (Mary Margaret gasped as two fingernails scraped along her clit), and her breath is short because she foolishly tried to fit into a blouse made for a flat-chested waif (and here Mary Margaret couldn’t keep her head down any more, back arching when Regina’s free hand pinched her left nipple).
‘I…’
‘What was that dear? Good girls enunciate.’
‘I am so wet for you.’
Regina lowered her eyelids as she tilted her head down, smirking at her quarry.
‘You are, aren’t you? Always making such a mess. Look down. I want you clean that up with your tongue while I prepare your ass. And because I feel generous, I’ll use lube tonight.’
Title: It's All Over
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Emma/Regina
Rating: G
Word Count: 237
A/N: Prompt is Beyonce as per charmingregal's request. Sorry, Regina doesn't actually appear in this drabble.
‘I’ve married the Beyonce of Storybrooke,’ murmured Emma, as she ticked off all of the songs that were relevant to Regina, or their relationship.
Crazy in Love. Hell yes, I am.
Run The World. Does she ever.
Survivor. None of us would be here if it weren’t for Regina.
Flawless. I think we can all agree to that.
Love On Top. Yup I’m often the bottom.
Sweet Dreams. That’s true. She is my dream come true.
Naughty Girl. Emma could only smile at that one.
Diva. Well, yeah. Of course.
Broken-Hearted Girl. Emma frowned slightly. Not anymore, I hope. I won’t let anyone break her heart ever again.
Beautiful Liar. I always know when she’s fucking with me when she smiles that I-had-you-going-there smirk of hers.
And oh yes, she had me at Hello.
‘Hey, Ma. Whatcha thinking about?’
When he garnered no response, he waved a hand in front of Emma’s face, ‘Ma? You there?’
‘Huh? Henry.’
‘You okay?’
‘Yeah… I married Beyonce.’
Henry’s eyes widened.
‘Ma! Come on. I did not need to know what kind of roleplay or magic stuff you and Mom mess around with during your alone time.’
‘Our alone… Wait. Henry, no! We don’t…! I mean…! It’s not like that!’
‘It’s too late. Thanks Ma. Congratulations. You’ve both ruined Beyonce for me. I’ll never be able to listen to If I Were A Boy again cause I’ll be thinking of you.’
Title: Obligatory Protests
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Emma/Snow
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 247
A/N: Prompt is delayed as requested by charmingregal. Incest inside.
‘Regina’s gonna kill me if I’m late again,’ muttered Emma.
‘Since when do you care about what Regina thinks?’ murmured Snow, lips brushing against the shell of Emma’s ear.
Emma was sitting on the edge of her bed. Snow sitting against her with her right leg draped over Emma’s lap, left arm curled around Emma’s waist and right hand cupping Emma’s left cheek.
The fact that her mother is currently only in her panties and a tank top was not lost on Emma Swan.
No, in fact the minute rocking of Snow’s hips against her own hips were now more obvious, accentuated by the wetness soaking through her panties to touch Emma’s skin. Emma didn’t even protest when Snow unbuttoned her shirt, opening it up, but not taking it off.
‘I’m so ready for you,’ whispered Snow, shifting up to press herself against Emma’s completely.
Emma groaned at the slick heat against her waist, and twisted her head to look at Snow, ‘You’re killing me. I’m gonna get in trouble.’
Snow kissed her daughter, smiling against her lips.
‘I’ll make it worth your while.’
Emma smiled back at Snow, giving no warning as she grasped her mother and flipped her on to the bed.
Snow squealed as Emma began lavishing her collarbone with open-mouthed kisses. Emma worked quickly, nipping Snow’s skin, leaving a trail of bright pink marks from breast to stomach.
Snow’s breathing became erratic when Emma nuzzled her clit, and then dipped her tongue inside.