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AAAAA SOMEONE WHO WRITES FOR MRS LOVETT. TEARS OF JOY!!

If you do smut, I’d love one with her!!! Domme!Nellie please!! Mummy kink and/or degradation kink pretty please? References to cannibalism are more than appropriate and appreciated but not required, based on your own comfort of course <3

Mrs. Nellie Lovett - Mistakes

Summary: You get so caught up in admiring your boss that you just can't hear her orders, and burn a whole batch of pies as a result. Nellie won't tolerate ingredients going to waste, especially after she just got herself together financially.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Smut, Fingering, Eating out, Age gap, Mommy!Nellie, Dom!Nellie, Sub!Reader, Mommy kink, Degradation kink, Refrences to Cannibalism and Gore

Mrs. Lovett is beautiful. I have no idea how she ever could've settled for such ugly man like her late husband. Her face is simply angelic. Her hair, so adorably messy, yet styled.

And her body. Oh, her body.

Perhaps she cannot afford lavish dresses like the women of high society do, but she'd look amazing in one. Her arms look exceptionally strong, from kneading dough and lifting heavy trays.

Her corset highlights all the goods, however. Like most women her age, she isn't exactly slim, but that just makes it all the better. Her waist is so impossibly smooth and curvy. Her hips stand out as if they were made to be held.

"Y/N, darling. Go get the next batch outta the oven, please."

And oh, her breasts look oh so very supple. Like a healthy apple, picked from a well-kept tree. Or a freshly baked loaf of bread, hot and steaming, ready for serving.

Sadly, the lower half of her is covered up by her skirts. But, I can only imagine, her legs are just as shapely as her arms. Perhaps her thighs are as pillowy as her bosom.

"Y/N."

Oh, the things I wish she would do to me. Her hands, calloused from her years of labour, could handle me so well. She'd have me on her couch, her fingers reaching deep, caressing my insides so delicately.

Or perhaps not delicately. Perhaps she'd handle me like a doll, moving my limbs in any place she wants, like I'm numb. Perhaps, she'd stroke my insides roughly. Show her power over me, as my boss. Perhaps-

"Y/N, for fuck's sake!" Nellie rushes towards the stairs, smacking me with a rag as she passes by me. She throws it aside in her hurry, landing just beside the cpunter. That snaps me out of my thoughts.

I blink, confused for a momemt, before rushing after her. "Oh, bloody hell, the pies!"

I lift my skirts and hurry down the stairs, right after Nellie. She shoves the oven door open with sudden force, reaching inside bare-handed to pull the tray out of the fire.

She throws the tray onto the ground, which makes me jump back. The pies are all burnt to a crisp. The crusts are almost completely black, and the tops are cracked.

Looking up into her eyes was a mistake. Oh, she's furious. Lord save me.

"Have you gone deaf?! You burned the bloody pies!" She kicks one of the charred pastries to the side as she approaches me. "Have you any idea how expensive meat is nowadays?!"

I raise my hands in surrender, taking a step back from the lady. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Lovett! I apologize, I-"

"Oh, no ya don't!" Nellie grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me towards the open oven. For a moment, my life flashed before my eyes. My brain froze, seeing white. I never imagined that these beautiful hands would be the end of me.

She shoves me face forward towards the oven door, grabbing hold of my other arm so I don't actually fall in. I feel the raging flames grazing the sensitive skin of my face, warming me up a little more than necessary.

"Do ya wanna be in the next batch, girl?!" She pushes me closer to the flames. I feel my eyes starting to sting and fill with tears at such proximity. I feel the kiss of death itself, waiting to embrace me into its arms.

But, coming to my senses, I scream.

"NO! NO, NO, PLEASE! PLEASE, NO! MOMMY, PLEASE!" I try to lean back, away from the fire. She lets me, and holds me tight against her chest.

"Then don't burn my pies, darlin'." Nellie whispers next to my ear, rubbing my arm. A sudden, tender comfort after such threat. "And.. bloody hell, mommy?"

Now, away from immediate danger, the weight of my words settles deep in the pit of my stomach, sending a deep, rosy flush to my cheeks.

"T-that... was a slip up, Mrs. Lovett. I'm sorry." I try to pull away from her, now that the mood has calmed, but she holds on for another moment. She then lets me go, and steps back.

I close the oven door with a bit of struggle. She really is so strong, she makes it look so easy. Meanwhile, Nellie goes and locks the basement door, which earns a raised brow from myself.

"So... mommy, huh?" She walks back to me, her hips swaying just a little more enticingly than usual. Oh, how I want to grab them. Squeeze them, caress them..

Suddenly, Nellie takes hold of my wrists again, and drags me towards the big metal piece that is the meat grinder. I get slightly nervous again, but she doesn't seem mad this time. No, it's something else..

She pins me against the cold surface of it, and presses her whole body up against mine. The contact is generally very arousing, but her hips against my arse is what really gets me. Her breasts press against my back harder than any other part of her.

"I dunno how to feel right now. First ya make me mad, then ya say something so... oh, so sweet." She moves her hips lightly against mine, teasing. "I think I'll have to put ya in your place, luv."

Nellie forces me against the cool metal even harder, scrunching my skirts up to my hips. She reaches under all the layers of fabric, running her rough hand up my thigh.

I squirm under her, arching my back and pushing my hips back against her in need. I'm still nervous, but the way her fingers tickle my cunt does the job of easing me up.

"Mmhm. Let mama take care of ya, dumb little kiddo." She pulls my panties down, letting them fall to my ankles, discarded. Her digits move to rub snug little circles around my clit, making a whimper leave my pretty throat, as my hips buck into her hand.

Seeing my reaction, she immediately slips a finger inside. I throw my head back with a breathy moan, not expecting the sudden intrusion. At my lack of protest, Mrs. Lovett doesn't hesitate to push a second finger inside. I only moan louder, incomprehensible attempts at words.

"Foolish girl.. what were you thinking? What had ya so caught up in that mind of yours, that you didn't even hear my orders?" Nellie looks into my eyes with such desire, it makes my breath hitch in my throat.

When she curls her fingers, I scream. I bang my forehead against the metal, feeling none of the pain, as the pleasure she provides is way stronger. I squirm and wriggle under her hold, trying desperately to take more of her.

Nellie only smirks. When she feels my walls clench tighter, however, she pulls her hand back. "Or would you rather I chuck ya into this baby back here?" She pats the wall of the meat grinder, almost as if she's proud of it.

She wraps her strong arms around my thighs and lifts me off the ground. I squeal in surprise, heart rate spiking to the stars once more. The realization passes me right at that moment.

Bloody hell, I'm about to be eaten.

In which way, I'm not quite sure yet. One second, she's giving me the greatest pleasure of my lifetime, the next, she's threatening to bake me into a bloody pie!

I kick my feet, and whine, and cry out. "No, no mommy! I- I think I preferred the previous thing.." I stare down at the bodies in the meat grinder with watery eyes and a disturbed grimace. Half dismembered, the smell may not fill the room, but you can definitely feel the stench from up here.

As I said that, Nellie doesn't hesitate to put me back down. At least she has that much mercy on me. She presses herself up against my body once more, stroking my hair in a way that is a previously unnamed mix of tender and terrifying.

"Your pleas sound so sweet.. keep it up and ya might even enjoy your punishment, kiddo." She turns me around to face her, handling me a lot more gently than she has in the past 15 minutes. She then kneels down by my feet, looking up my skirts with a certain hunger.

Seeing her down there, knowing what she's about to do, I instinctively spread my legs a little. Inviting her for a taste. Mrs. Lovett dives right in, grabbing my ass with both hands for something to hold onto, and she takes a deep lick at my pussy.

My knees immediately go weak, and I fear I might fold. I start grinding against her tongue, craving more of the hot wetness it offers. Nellie gladly gives more of it, driving into my hole so she can taste more of me.

I whine loudly, a mindless mix of 'mommy' and 'mama', between strange sounds of need. Nellie laps at my cunt like it's a lovely lolly she was denied as a child. Except, it's the sweetest young lady she's been denying herself of in attempt at staying loyal to her husband.

Well, I suppose it really doesn't matter now that he's dead, does it?

"Oh, dearie." She pulls back only to speak, giving a tight suck to my clit between each sentence. "You have not one idea, how sweet ya taste. Not one. Bloody hell.."

She nips and bites at my clit, making my hips twitch erratically against her face. "Oh, imagine it, sweet thing. This is how our guests eat my pies. Hungry, messy, blissful.. oh, they slurp the succulent meat juices like i do yours."

Without a warning, my walls clench around nothing as I come on her tongue. Nellie licks it all up, savoring the unique taste of me. She pulls her head back for a moment to look back up at my face, watching for a reaction.

The action falsely makes me believe that she's done with me, so I sigh. However, the second she sees that I've settled down, she goes back for more. Her front teeth scratch my clit in a way that makes me twitch and shudder, while her tongue goes back to licking at my hole.

I tangle my fingers in her hair and try to push her away, whining in my overstimulated state. But she doesn't let up. She keeps eating out my folds like they're one of her beloved pastries.

"Oh, no no, luv. This is a punishment, remember?" She laps at my cunt relentlessly, scratching my thighs as her nails dig into my delicate skin.

I whine and squirm, trying to get away, but it only gets me pressed higher against the meat grinder. Discomfort quickly turns to arousal once more, and I stop trying to fight it.

I moan, and moan into the air. Loud. Louder. Needy. Nellie licks harder, intent on making me come again. "You could be a pie... I wonder, would ya taste the same if ya were more like the batch that came from the oven?"

I gasp, the implication making me come undone once again. My juices flow over her tongue, sweet and warm as she swallows. Nellie hums in enjoyment, and finally pulls her head away, sitting back on her heels.

"Get yourself together and go lock up. Yes, send the customers away. And lock the doors. I'll take care of the pies." She gets up and turns her back to me, heading to the tray tossed aside by the oven, forgotten in the moment.

"And tell Toby to sleep upstairs." She shoots me a hungry look, making her intentions clear, as she gathers the pies back on the tray. I pull my panties back up and fix my skirts, and push myself off the metal.

I really messed up, huh?

Well, this took a while. But i love how it turned out. And my longest fic yet! I tried to word it as old-fashioned as i could, as the story is somewhere in the 19th century. I know I usuall do flowers for the banner, but i couldn't help myself. I've already done a brown theme, for Lesso, and there's only so many brown flower pngs on pinterest, so i might as well, right? I personally feel like the ending is a little rushed, but i can make a part two someday if dear requester wants me to. And dear readers, feel free to send an ask!! I don't bite ;) and as usual, thanks for reading!

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Okay, guys. Like, guys.

Fellow writers. Please tell me I'm not the only one struggling to write a proper story.

Like, I'll pop out a thousand word oneshot in two days, if I'm free and have the inspiration. But rn I'm working on an actual story and I'm progressing so very slowly. Like ofc it's no problem, there's no pressure, I'm writing it because I gotta get the idea out of my brain. I'm just so curious.

Is anyone else this bad at writing about the same idea for more than a thousand words??

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Lady Lesso x Reader - Come for a swim?

Summary: The heat during summer break is getting unbearable. Lesso decides to cool off, and her favourite colleague just-so-happens to stop by and join.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Undressing, Partial nakedness, Misunderstandings, Slightly suggestive themes, No smut

The students have been waiting for the summer break for months. To finally go home, away from all the school drama. The teachers, however, not so much. Lady Lesso herself, was dreading it.

Why, you may ask? Because the teachers aren't allowed to leave. It's not as bad as it sounds, because the school has all the supplies one needs. But to know that when you get hired for your job here, you can't go home again...

No matter. Lesso doesn't miss home. The people at home hate her, anyway. It's not like she has family left in Gavaldon.

So of course, when the summer heat hits, there are no exceptions, not even the gloomy castle of the School for Evil. If anything, the constant clouds and mist make it even worse. It feels like there's no air outside.

Inside isn't a whole lot better. The hallways are bearable, but the classrooms are just the hottest. Not even Lesso's beloved Doom Room could escape the heat.

So what does the Dean of Evil do when she can't take it anymore?

Lesso walks along the edge of the shared lake. The one thing that truly connects the two schools. She was enjoying the little wind that came with being near open water.

Of course, our lady has higher standards than the disgusting waters on the Never's side. The students aren't here, anyway. Nothing's stopping her from going to the other side to take a dip.

You go out to the balcony of your room, hoping to catch a breeze. The sun isn't as intense in the afternoon, but the tiles were radiating the heat they collected through the day.

You, a new teacher of the School for Good, you barely made the cut. Mischievous but kind hearted, enjoys violence but would give her heart up if someone asked. You're neutral.

But, because there's no such a thing in this world, you automatically classify as good. An Ever. Nobody knows why they called you to the school, you never even attended. But you know, once the School Master sets his mind to something..

Your peaceful sightseeing is interrupted by an unusual sight. Lady Leonora Lesso, the scariest person you've ever known... undressing by the lake.

Lesso unbuttons her vest and throws it on the ground, the chains clattering with a sharp noise. She's quick to unbutton her shirt as she walks towards the water, tossing that as well. She's left only in a bra and her pants, though those are about to be left behind with the rest.

You immediately look away... but the sight is just so unusual, you can't help but to look back. Lady Lesso. Undressing. By the lake. I'm sorry, what-

A double take isn't enough to get you to believe the scene you're being presented. You go inside, not even bothering to shut the balcony door, and go to leave your room. Immediately making your way down to the yard.

By the time you get there, Lesso is already mostly naked. She's only in her underwear, a lacy black set, and she's already kicked her heels off as well. You walk towards her before she could step in the water.

"Leonora, what the heck are you doing?" You stop beside her, placing your hands on your hips. You try not to look at ger body, but it's simply impossible.

She looks damn great. Her stomach is smooth and almost flat, her arms looks so smooth, so do her legs. The scarce clothing left on her barely covers any skin.

"Well, I was about to go for a swim. What, you wanna join?" She crosses her arms under her chest, looking down at you. Though she's a bit shorter without the heels.

"What, no! Lesso- the lake isn't for swimming!" You exclaim, but it's too late. She trudges into the water and, once she's gone deep enough, she swims farther.

You watch in shock, though you can't help but smile. Oh, Lesso.

"So you really aren't coming?" She stops in her swim and turns back, as if expecting you to actually join. She looks so hopeful, it's unlike her.

You roll your eyes and sigh, but then start undressing. Taking off your dress with minor struggle. You leave it right beside her clothes, along with your shoes.

You take two steps into the water before diving in. You swim to her under the water, only coming up once you're in front. You take a big gasp of air, and chuckle at seeing her face.

In turn, Lesso, seeing your wet hair, laughs as well. So now, you two laugh and giggle together, at nothing in particular. Escaping all the pressure in a simple moment of carelessness.

Lesso being Lesso, she decides to shove you by the shoulders, laughing loud and free. You're taken off guard, but you don't stop giggling. You shove her back, making her stumble and disappear under the water.

She comes back up with a gasp, throwing her now wet hair back so it doesn't cover her eyes. "Oh, you fucker-" She lunges at you with an evil smirk, holding your head under the water.

You struggle against her hold, clawing at her arms. When you feel your lungs burn, you frantically tap her arm, hoping she lets you up. Which she does, letting you breathe.

Once you catch your breath, you throw yourself at her. You two wrestle and fight without another word. The only sounds are the water splashing, gasps and grunts, and breathless giggles.

"What are the two of you doing?!" Your catfight is interrupted by a familiar voice.

Clarissa stands at the shore, with her hands on her hips. She looks furious. Well, to be fair, it is quite a compromising position you two are in.

Lesso, holding your shoulders, only out of the water from the neck upwards. You, climbed on Leonora and holding yourself up with your legs around her hips, hands in her hair.

You two immediately let go of eachother, though, and you get off of her the second you hear Dovey. You both turn to the woman, embarrassed, but for different reasons.

Lesso, because she was seen being careless and having fun, laughing. And you, because you were caught in a position so easily misunderstandable.

"Oh, Clarissa. We were just, um.." Nora starts. She's never at a loss of words, so the impact of this is clear on her.

"..playing." You finish the sentence for her. Clarissa raises a suspicious eyebrow. The statement definitely didn't make the situation any better.

"Yeah, right. 'Playing' in the lake at sunset, making noises like you're.. ugh, I don't even want to think about it! Just- get out of there!"

You and Leonora start swimming back out to the shore, Lesso adding a "Clarissa, I swear we have clothes on. You do not see more of me than you would see in proper swimwear."

The two of you climb out of the water, Lesso shaking her head like a dog to get rid of some of the water.

"That doesn't make it much better!" The Good Dean squeaks. "Were you two making love, thinking that nobody would see it under the water?!"

You blush, the redness not helping your situation. Lesso raises her hands to show innocence. "My hands are clean."

Clarissa offers a sceptical look in return. She then sighs, and runs her hand down her face, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Whatever. Just... don't do that again, please? This is a public space. Locking a door would be enough."

"I'll be a good girl next time. Promise!" Lesso beams, mocking. Clarissa turns and leaves the two standing alone on the shore, dripping wet, looking at eachother.

"Well, at least she didn't think to question the moral dilemma of an Ever and a Never together." Lesso notes, looking after Dovey as she leaves.

"It's still no better that now someone thinks we made love. And she'll definitely tell my colleagues, no doubt." You cross your arms, feeling cold now that you're out of water.

Lesso struts over to pick up her clothes, and you decide to follow after her, gathering your garments. You two also start making your way back inside, to the School for Good.

"Well, maybe we'll do that as well next time. If the rumors are spread, might as well make them true, right?" Leonora says without even looking at you, as if it's the most casual thing in the world.

Your eyes widen and you snap your head to look at her with raised eyebrows, stunned into silence. Lesso, seeing your reaction, throws her head back in laughter.

"I'm kidding! The offer definotely stands, though. Your choice." She shrugs, still treating this whole topic way too casually. Typical Lesso.

And so, the two walk side by side, still undressed and thoroughly wet, clothes and footwear in hand, making their way to the tall gates in the sunset, barefoot on the lush grass.

Hey guys! I'm back, finally. I'm sorry for not writing for a bit, i didn't have any ideas, or time. The end of the year was very chaotic for me. But, Fun Fact: I wrote a third of this fic sitting on the beach xd. I picked Lesso for it because this was in a camp, and we had a teacher named Eleonora. (She's nothing like Lesso tho, if anything she'd be like a swap au ever!Lesso.) And as usual, thank you for reading!!

Edit: I rewatched the movie recently, and I realized the idea may not be fully canon. So I'd like to note that this is based on the movie, and the movie only. I haven't read the books, and this is just what i assjmed from how much context we were given.

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So i started Yellowjackets (just for Christina Ricci xd), and i read through some stuff on here to know what to expect.

I know it was halloween, but are you guys really not gonna mention the fact that Misty was dressed as a cat??? You people love making eveyone a catgirl, but when you get it officially in the show, you just ignore it??? Where are all my babies, going crazy over catgirl Misty??

Also send requests please, it can be for Misty too, i'll update my list once i finished s1.

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I would totally love some more Lesso content.

While I do get if it grosses some people out, I struggle with self-neglect in terms of hygiene. I often don’t have the energy to brush my teeth or shower and overall can’t get up to clean myself.

So, could I get some comfort with my comfort character Lesso?

Lady Lesso x Reader - Hard Times

Summary: You're Lady Lesso's soft spot. Apparenty, you've been sick. But getting tired of your absence, she goes to investigate.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Self-neglect, hygene neglect, slight angst

Lady Lesso sits in the dining room with the other teachers, a look of annoyance and disgust on her face. A common expression for our lady.

While picking at her mediocre tasting food with her fork, hoping to ignore the students, she starts planning.

You haven't been around for the past week. Clarissa said you called in sick. Which is nothing unusual, everyone gets sick every once in a while. But she hasn't seen you at meal times, either.

Yes, sickness makes you lose appetite, but you cannot possibly eat sunlight and air for a whole week. Now that's unlike you. You aren't allowed to take food into your room, so it probably means you came to eat earlier than anyone.

Which is also weird. As far as she's aware, nobody did anything to upset you, so why would you avoid people? That makes no sense. You're on good terms with everyone, on both sides.

Suddenly overtaken by concern, she slams her fork on the table and stands up, making the chair creak against the floor. The food was awful, anyway. Ignoring the eyes of everyone, she makes her way down the hall.

Down the hall, up the stairs, to the School for Good. As much as she hated the stupid Evers, you're not like them. You're neutral, only on the good side because you're not evil enough to be a villain.

Making her way down the hall of dorms, she stops at the last door. Your room. She takes a moment to think about what to say, before knocking on your door loudly.

"Open the door, woman!" She yells, not caring if all of the students left in their rooms can hear. What does it matter? They should be eating.

After a minute of waiting, she finds the door opened by a very messy looking you. Your hair tangled, skin a little sweaty, and wearing pjamas. Lesso's attitude immediately softened.

"Well, you look terrible." She said, looking you over. You manage a smile and roll of your eyes.

"Wow, thanks. You're so kind, Lesso." You walk back inside, sitting down on your bed. The room, Lesso noticed, is also a bit messy. The bed isn't made, the curtains are drawn, and there are a few dirty dishes laying around.

"So you're actually just sick?" She asks, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.

You freeze up. How were you supposed to say not physically, but i do feel like shit? Should you even tell her? You love her, but what if she judges you for it? What if she gets disgusted and never talks to you again?

No. Get it together. She likes you, she wouldn't abandon you just because your mrntal health is in the gutter.

"Um.. no. I just didn't have energy to get up. And it's nearing the end of the year anyway, so..." You trail off, deciding to tell her the truth. She deserves to know.

Seeing your mood, Lesso softens even more. She takes a seat next to you, and places a hand on your knee?

"Hard times?" She asks, gazing into your eyes with an unusually soft look. You stare back, only nodding as a response, before looking back down at the ground.

"You want a hug or something?" She offers, making you look up again. You nod once more, moving to embrace her.

Lesdo awkwardly hugs back, patting you on the back a few times. "There, there.." she says. She's not an affectionate person, but for you, she doesn't mind.

Though she tenses up even more when she hears you sniffle. She holds you tighter, rubbing your back properly now.

"You okay, girl..?" She asks.

"I have no energy for anything, Lesso... i'm just.. so mentally drained. I couldn't even bring myself to shower.." You admit hesitantly, hoping she won't get disgusted.

She keeps rubbing your back, not saying a word. But, being how she is, she gives your shoulder a sniff to test the truth of your words.

Seeing the immediate grimace on her face definitely confirmed it.

She turns her head away a little, but looks back at you, trying her very best not to offend you.

"Yeah, i can feel that.." She mutters. She then pushes you back by the shoulders, so you can look into her eyes. "But, it's okay. I'm not judging."

You rub whatever tears you had out of your eyes, looking for reassurance.

She nods. "Yeah. I know mental problems can affect your physical health. And sometimes... sometimes, you just don't want to deal with people. Trust me, if anyone knows what that's like, it's me."

You smile and huff, knowing all too well that she hates pretty much everyone. You know that, if she could, she'd torture half her class.

"And.. it's completely okay. Everyone has bad days, and needs a recharge on energy. And, uh.." She glances to look out the window, but is met with the drawn curtains. Instead, Lesso looks at the floor. You can see she's struggling to find words. That makes you smile even more.

"And it's fine to just.. exist, for a while. If that's all you can give, then that's enough." She gives a little smile, proud of herself for giving a comfort speech for probably the first time in her life.

Seeing your expression, though, she starts doubting how good it actually was. But it did the job of cheering you up.

You chuckle at how she struggled to come up with words. It's funny to see someone so evil, and completely unhinged, attempting to comfort a loved one.

"Shut it, woman. I'm not good at this, okay?" She snaps back with a little smile, and you share a laugh together.

"It was good. Well... good is an overstatement, but i liked it." You hug her again, scrunching up your nose at the feeling of her curly hair poking your face.

She hugs you back, not hesitating this time. Clearly some huge progress here, gentlemen. After a sweet moment, though, she quickly pulls back.

"You should go shower, now. You've been sweating in the same shit for a week." She adds. Moment is over, no more soft Lesso. She's back to her usual self. Which is good to see, because her attitude always maked you smile.

"Yeah, yeah, okay." You stand up from the bed, moving to the attached bathroom. You go inside and lock the door, leaving Lesso behind.

"And since I'm such a sweetheart, I'll tidy your room for you!" She yells after you, still not caring about others hearing. "Yeah, don't thank me! I'm just kind like that!"

You hear shuffling from your room, already worried on what she's doing out there. That makes you laugh again. Oh, Lesso.

Thank you for my first requesttt! I've been waiting so long to write for Lesso, but i didn't have any ideas. I'm not completely sure what you wanted, so i made reader an adult without anything specified, so it's up to you if you're dating or just besties. Not my longest work, but i hope you like it! Honestly, i'm thinking i might've set the bar a little high, with my first fic being 1.8k (go check that out aswell!). I've never worked with a theme like this, so i hope it's good. Wish you well, anon <3

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Introduction

Hello everyone! My name's Lexie. I'm going to be writing on here, mostly just oneshots and maybe headcanons. Most of my work will be wlw and fem!pov, as i am a girl, but i can make other gender readers if requested.

Please send requestsss!!

Here's a list of what fandoms, and who i'm writing for:

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Marilyn Thornhill

Larissa Weems

School for Good and Evil (movie):

Lady Lesso

Clarissa Dovey

Dark Shadows:

Angelique Bouchard

Dr. Julia Hoffman

Elizabeth Collins

Sweeney Todd:

Nellie Lovett

Judge Turpin

Yellowjackets:

Misty Quigley (teen/adult)

Natalie Scatorccio (adult)

Shauna Shipman/Sadecki (adult)

(I've only watched s1, starting s2, so keep that in mind)

Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (MPHFPC):

Miss Peregrine (book/movie)

Emma Bloom (book)

Barbie (movie):

Barbie

Weird Barbie

These, i know a little less about, but will still write for:

Bridgerton:

Violet Bridgerton

Francesca Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Lady Agatha Danbury

Wicked (movie):

Elphaba Thropp

Glinda Upland

Madame Morrible

Lucifer (Netflix):

Charlotte Richards

Ella Lopez

Chloe Decker

Harry Potter:

Bellatrix Lestrange

Narcissa Malfoy

Walburga Black

(You can request others too, but i might not do them)

Again, send requests please! Thanks for reading!

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Young!Larissa Weems x Reader - Cuddles, with a hint of overthinking

Summary: Morticia wants to sneak over Gomez to snog, so Larissa goes over to your dorm. Your girlfriend needs some comfort, though.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: sad Larissa

I walk down the hallways of Ophelia Hall, sulking. Damn Morticia. Not only does she expect me to not snitch on her for sneaking a boy over, she just sends me out of the room like I don't live there? How dare she.

Well, no matter. At least there's someone I can go to sleep with. Even better for me, Y/N doesn't have a roommate. I'm so glad to have her, there are no words to express my gratitude.

I halt in front of the door and knock twice, elegantly folding my arms under my chest. There is a quiet shuffling from the room, before my girlfriend opens the door.

"Hey, 'Rissa! What do you need at this time of the night?" She asks with a smile, keeping her voice low. Y/N, although in her sleepwear, still looks stunning.

"Morticia decided to kick me out so she and Gomez can make love or something." I reply, looking unusually grumpy. Which I am, of course. This is ridiculous.

"Awh, honey. Come inside. We can cuddle 'til morning." She offers, her tone sweet as sugar. Of course, I know Y/N would never mind me coming over, but I do feel a little like I'm intruding. Just a little.

I step inside, glancing around the room that I'm so used to seeing. The bed is filled with pillows and blankets, as I know Y/N loves sleeping all cuddled up like a baby. The furniture is the same as most of the other rooms, though the decorations are very Y/N exclusive.

I watch as she goes to lay on her bed. I lay next to her and put my arms around her waist, hiding my face in her neck. We stay like that for a while, still and silent, basking in the comfortable silence.

Which makes my thoughts wander. Does she really not mind me coming over in the middle of the night? Why would she be so accepting of me bothering her? What if she's actually annoyed at me right now?

She's not just pretending, is she? No, she's not like everyone else. Is she? No, she wouldn't pretend to like me. She'd tell me the truth. I hope. She's my girlfriend, my best friend. She wouldn't lie to me.. right?

She's never shown any interest in Morticia. Although they're quite alike.. and maybe she'd be happier with her.. maybe she'd be better off making friends with her and just leaving me here. I'm annoying anyways.

I'm always around her. Maybe she's tired of me. She deserves better than me. She's so gorgeous, I'm nothing compared to her. I'm way too tall for her, I'm sure.

She could do so much better, why shall she settle for me? I'm nothing. I'm never the best. Morticia's the best, she should go hang with her, not me.

But she loves me. Doesn't she? I know she does. She must. She must love me, she must, she must-

My train of thought is broken when I feel Y/N push my head back from her neck and look at me. Oh.

I didn't even notice that I was crying at this point. Looking down, I see that her neck is now damp. Reaching up with a shaky hand, I touch my cheek, noticing that there are indeed tears flowing down my face.

I look back up at her, unsure. Is this the moment she pushes me away, tells me to go away and never come back?

"Larissa, what's wrong?" She asked, with her tone of voice so caring, I almost immediately felt a little better.

I take my time to snuggle back into her neck. Y/N's skin smells really good, so I breathe it in deeply to calm down enough to respond.

"I'm tired of always coming second.." I mutter against her neck, my voice quiet and shaky. "I started overthinking.." I add, confirming where this whole thing came from.

"Oh, darling.. don't say such things. Not everything is a competition. I know you love making it that way, but it's not." She says, combing her fingers through my silver hair.

"You know you come first for me. And you're not worse than me, in any way. We're very much equals here, Larissa." She pulls my head back from her neck again, looking into my eyes with a scolding gaze.

I look back, still unsure. I know we're equals. I know. But are you sure this is real? I only manage to look away, as a response. To look down at her collarbones instead. Anything to avoid her eyes.

To which Y/N taps my forehead, bringing my gaze back up. "What are you thinking now?" She asks, her tone a little mean, but I know it comes from a place of concern.

I stay silent for a moment, contemplating whether I should tell her or not. But she's my partner, of course I'm telling her.

"You.. aren't just pretending, right? I'm scared.. i'm scared that you don't actually love me, and this is just some sick joke for whatever reason.." I answer.

I don't know how good of an idea it was to say this. It's not the best thing your girl can say to you. Understandably, she looks quite offended for a moment.

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Is that what she thinks of me? That I would ever lie to her? We've been together for months, and she thinks it's fake? Inside, I am outraged. Because what do you mean you don't trust me, Larissa?

But then I focus back on reality. She's here, laying in my arms, crying. I'm sure the reaction she saw is just scaring her even more.

My eyes immediately soften, all of my previous thoughts vanishing like they were never there in the first place. She's just overthinking. That's why she's saying all this. I'm sure she trusts me.

I lean down and rest my forehead against hers, closing my eyes for a moment. A silent gesture of reassurance. I then pull back slightly, and open my eyes again.

"I'm not pretending, 'Rissa. I promise you. I'd never lie to you." I finally reply, my tone softening so I don't scare her any more. I dip my head down to press my lips against her forehead.

"And I know you're upset right now, but please, believe me. Trust me." I speak against her skin, pressing a light kiss there once I'm finished.

Larissa's tears slowly stop, so I wipe her cheeks somewhat dry. She looks up into my eyes, thinking for a moment.

Before she lays her head on my chest with a sigh, no longer as upset. "I trust you.." She mutters, placing her hand over my heart. A form of comfort, i assume.

I place my hand over hers, putting my other arm around her waist. We lay once again in silence, but this time, I make sure to squeeze her hand every once in a while. Maybe press a kiss to her head, so her mind doesn't spiral again.

Around what feels like 20 minutes later, I hear soft snores coming from Larissa. Finally, she fell asleep. Now that she has, I close my eyes with a quiet sigh. She deserves the rest.

Woohoo! Fic number two! This woman needs more love, i feel like she'd appreciate some love. Thank you for all the support on my first fic. I really don't see enough fics of these women out here, so i decided i'd feed you guys XD

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Angelique Bouchard x Reader - The 'Happening'

Summary: You were invited to the party at Collinwood. You weren't expecting the family's biggest enemy to show up, especially not looking so hot.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: smut, tipsy!reader, sub!reader, dom!angelique, fingering, face riding, eating out, mentions of alcohol consumption, age gap (i guess?), Reader doesn't know Angie is actually Angelique and a centuries old witch

Sitting on a sofa at Collinwood, you stare at the band in awe. The last time this family held any sort of social gathering was at least a century ago. And now, with the arrival of distant cousin Barnabas, they really managed to get out of that deep pit of bankruptcy quite quickly.

It's a pretty sweet setting though. Sitting with a cup of booze, watching a free concert of some random band you don't know, surrounded by neatly dressed people. It's not that bad. Maybe a bit too much of a crowd for your taste, but-

Your eyes are left wide as a blonde walks into the room.

'I didn't know Angie was invited...' you thought, staring at the woman in awe. That dress, just tight enough to show off her every curve, the sparkling red making her stand out. Damn, she was hot.

It remains a mistery, whether this was a conscious decision or the choice of the alcohol, but you leave your cup on the table and get up, approaching the beauty as she makes her way through the crowd.

She didn't notice you until you tapped her shoulder, but to that she immediately turned around, almost angrily. Though she definitely calmed down once she saw it was just you.

"Oh. It's just you. I didn't think you would be here. What do you need?" Said Angie. Fuck, that accent.

"You look really hot in that dress." You responded, the alcohol definitely controlling your every move now. You'd never be this brave to approach someone, let alone the most beautiful woman in town. To you, most beautiful, that is.

Angie raises her eyebrows in slight surprise, humming in question. "Mm? That so, luv?" Her lips tug into the slightest smirk, definitely relishing in the compliment. "Well, thank you. But I'm afraid I have to go now. There's someone waiting for me."

"Wait-!" You grab her shoulder right as she's about to turn around. She does turn back to you, looking a little confused. Well? What's the plan now, hun?

It's okay, I'll anwser that. You blurt out an awkward little "Stay with me for a while longer. Please?" You're almost embarrassed by that. Though, the desperation and intoxication definitely overpowers that.

Angie looks you over like you're asking for something surreal. Like it's so strange to want to spend more time with your dad's boss. But, from the look in her eyes, she doesn't seem all too opposed to the idea.

She places her hand over the one you're holding onto her with, intertwining your fingers. "Oh, really? I'm.. flattered. You wish to spend time with me, dearie?" You merely nod, not knowing how she'll react. I wouldn't call Angie unpredictable, but this surely is a situation you can expect almost anything of.

"And what do you wish to do, lovely? Enjoy the performance, or perhaps chat a little?" She asked, squeezing your hand in hopes of bringing you back to reality. It worked. Somewhat.

'Well.. I mean, I want something a little more than chatting, but.. okay.' You thought, unsure of how to voice these thoughts. But you didn't need to think for long, as your fingers slipped from hers, sliding down her shoulder, over the smooth skin above her collarbone, and down to her chest.

The rational part of yourself was internally screaming. Yes, Angie was attractive, but to go this far? She's the most influential person in Collinsport!

But despite that, she really didn't seem to mind. She chuckled, grabbing onto your wrist and slowly pulling your hand away. Though she holds onto it, rubbing circles around your wrist bone. "Maybe not here, dear."

She stares into your eyes in contemplation, giving you a sickly sweet smile once she's made up her mind. "I suppose Barnabas can wait a little." She decided, as she abruptly stops rubbing your wrist and grabs your hand instead.

You get pulled along with her, leaving the crowded drawing room. Making your way down the halls, into an empty bedroom. It clearly hasn't been used in quite a while, with the furniture having collected a bit of dust.

Getting your wrist free from her grasp, you crawl up onto the bed. The sight was quite enticing for Angie, as she immediately climbed on top of you, laying her chin on your chest.

"You like me that much, huh?" She comments, staring up at you with a mischievous smile. Not even giving you a chance to respond, Angie slides her hand in your dress and starts caressing her way up your leg, stopping and kneading your thighs a little. Not too harshly, but not making an effort to be gentle.

"You're so prettyyy.." you drag the words out, staring into her eyes in a haze. At first, the rational part of you was extremely concerned. But now, laying here in bed with the hot blonde, you're starting to think this might not be all that bad.

"Aww, thank you, sweetheart. You're also quite beautiful, laid out under me." She says, looking down at you as best as she can. She seems to get an idea, as she stops massaging your flesh, and slides her hand up your thigh, just barely grazing your core with the tip of her finger.

You gasp, presenting a quiet, shaky whimper at the touch. If you weren't wet already, you're surely soaking now. Based on your reaction, she pulls your panties aside, and starts slowly circling your clit in a teasing motion.

"Oh- Angiee.." you gasp, shuddering in pleasure. It might not be right, but this surely is what you want at the moment. You arch your back as she rubs more aggressively at your bundle of nerve endings.

She hushes you with a kiss, deep and passionate, practically smashing your lips against eachother. She slides her finger lower and slips it inside you, almost shocked at how tight you are.

Angie pulls back from the kiss, and you whimper. She whispers against your lips, surprisingly gentle. "You okay, doll?" She asks, and you nod with a little mewl.

"You're really tight, darling." She pushes a second finger inside your small canal, stretching you just right. You gasp and moan, whining her name with a shaky voice.

You grab tightly onto the bed, the sheets scrunching up under your fingers as she pumps her digits into you with a cruel pace. There's nothing else on your mind at the moment, just Angie.

All you can do is pant and moan as she works the most sensitive part of your insides, both of you lost in sensations. Angie pulls your top a little lower and lifts your breast out of your bra, dipping down to lick her way along it until she reaches your nipple.

She takes the bud into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, drawing delicious whimpers from your lips. She licks and nips at your breast while angling her fingers to reach deeper inside your wetness.

You moan her name repeatedly, unable to say anything else at the moment. She curls her fingers, making your eyes widen.

She pulls her head back from your breast, letting go of the soft skin with a quiet pop. "You're taking it well, little girl. Definitely not a virgin, are you? You're tight, but so wet."

You shake your head quickly, to deny her question. Perhaps not a virgin, but no one else made you feel like this before. Though, Angie hasn't felt anything quite like this in lifetimes, either.

She keeps pumping her fingers into you until you suddenly clench around her, arching your back and pressing your hips into the mattress as your legs shake. Angie slows her pace, helping you ride out your high.

"That's it, good girl.. enjoy yourself.." she drawls out, slowly pulling her fingers out of your cunt. She brings her hand up to your mouth and makes you suck her fingers, pushing her digits past your lips so you taste yourself.

Right as you were about to start sucking, she pulls her hand away and climbs higher over you. "You're such a good girl, you wouldn't mind lending a helping hand for me to get off as well, right? Or mouth."

Angie climbs higher, kneeling over your head so you see right up her skirt. She's dripping, her juices basically flowing between her legs. She pulls her dress up over her legs, her thighs keeping it bunched up around her hips.

You stare, quite literally drooling over the sight. You start pleading, begging for her pussy. "Sit on my face Angie, please, I'll lap it all up like a good girl, please sit on my face, please, please-"

Your whining is cut off by her suddenly lowering her cunt onto your mouth, barely leaving you any space to breathe. 

All of your senses are clouded by Angie- all you can see is the shimmer of the red sequins of her dress as they cover your eyes, the only thing you can hear is her moans and pants, you can't smell anything but sex, you can only feel her weight on your face, and all you taste is her cunt.

It's fucking perfect. All you've wanted from the second you saw her.

You eagerly slide your tongue through her heat, savoring every drop of her wetness. Angie's surely enjoying it as well, as she starts riding your face, grinding against your tongue as your nose bumps her clit every time she moves.

You tilt your head up as best as you can, coating your chin in her juices as you move to lick at her clit instead. That seems to trigger something, as Angie whimpers loudly, her hips stuttering frantically, hoping for more friction.

She starts whining as you lick faster, eventually sliding a little higher on your face as she squirts into your mouth, moaning loudly. She grips your hair, desperate as she rides out her orgasm while you lick it all up like it's ice cream.

Eventually she crawls off of you, sitting beside you on the bed as she attempts to get herself together, unused to being vulnerable like this. You wipe your chin with the back of your hand, licking your lips in satisfaction.

A smile slowly spreads across Angie's face. "You are.. quite good at this, doll." She leans over and fixes your bra, pulling the hem of your dress back up.

You sigh, staring at the wall in contemplation for a few moments before shifting your eyes back to her, proposing a question. "What would you say about going back out and getting wasted?"

Angie hums, thinking about it for a moment before grinning. "Only if we end up back in here by the end of it."

You smile in agreement, having no worries at all about what's to come.

This was gonna be a long night.

Decided to do some justice for that dress, we definitely didn't see enough of that in the movie. This is the first fic i wrote that actually made it to being posted. Yay! Although there is still much to improve, I tried my best, so any interactions are appreciated <3

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Since Pinterest doesn't like me, i'm posting here.

I made a list of Tim Burton movies, (hopefully correctly) in alphabetical order.