#professor clarissa dovey x reader

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Hey could you do dovey and Lesso, and and y/n as like a punishment that y/n has to do extra credit off paper if you know what I mean, for both Lesso and Dovey at the same time. Because y/n's grades are bad. You cand do whatever you want with this, I really appreciate your work

Oooh yessss! Love love love writing for Dovesso!! Thanks for the request, anon 🥰 Hope you enjoy 🫰🏻♥️

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, age gap(all legal), eating out, threesome, implied future smut, Daddy kink, Mommy kink, praise kink, etc.

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“Ah, there you are Miss L/N! We’ve been expecting you…!” Professor Dovey exclaimed, as you walked into the library.

All classes had wrapped up by now and the windows in the library showed nothing but a black reflection of the interior of the room.

“Miss L/N, have a seat.” Professor Lesso instructed.

You gulped and drew your attention back to the two stunning deans in front of you.

“This is an informal meeting, nothing to worry about, Dear…” Professor Dovey comforted, trying to lower you apparent anxiety.

Your anxiety wasn’t from that…

The three of you sat down, the two goddesses sitting in parallel, across from you. The two women exchanged glances before Professor Dovey began,

“Sweetheart, we need to talk about your grades…” she sweetly purred.

Your breath hitched and your heart was racing.

“Oh…?” You chocked out.

“Yes, they’re not where we’d like them to be…” Dovey feigned light disappointment, “And Professor Lesso and I have both noticed you being quite distracted in our respective classes…”

At this your face went red and you looked away, avoiding their gazes.

“We have a solution in mind for your little problem…” Professor Lesso husked, standing up and walking to the nearest column to lean against.

You clenched your thighs together at Lesso’s words and her tone. Your heart was pounding in your head.

“Oh…?” You repeated in a stutter, your mind reeling.

“Yes, an extra-credit kind of thing…!” Professor Dovey exclaimed, to which Lesso lightly chuckled.

You looked from one dean to the other.

“We’ve made the girl speechless…” Lesso wickedly chuckled.

With a stride and her cane, Lesso stalked over to you, stopping mere inches in front of your chair and swiftly swiveling around for it to face her. She then grabbed your chin and tilted up to meet her gaze. You froze, doing nothing to stop the woman.

“Do I make you nervous…?” Lesso wickedly purred, staring you down with intent.

Your mouth went dry at the red heads words. You meekly nodded.

“I expect verbal answers…” Lesso growled.

Your eyes widened in her change in tone.

“Yes…” you choked out.

Lesso then suddenly dropped your chin, her gaze making its way back over to her counterpart. Dovey had stood up and walked around the desk to the other side of your chair. She lowered herself to your eye level, cupping your cheek.

“You’ll say if anything makes you uncomfortable…”

“I will…” you whispered, nodding at the same time.

“Good…” Dovey mumbled before closing the gap between your lips and hers.

You gasped and whimpered into Dovey’s precious lips. She kissed you with a light, direct passion. Her lips happily leading the way as you followed. And when she pulled away, a small whine escaped your lips.

“Oh no no, pet…” Lesso wickedly purred, directing your attention over to her, “You take what you’re given and you don’t complain. Understand?”

“Yes…” you whispered, staring from her eyes to her lips in anticipation.

Your expectations were quickly met as Lesso’s lips eagerly ravaged yours. She cleverly bit your lower lip, eliciting a groan from you, and giving her access to slip her tongue inside your wet cavern. Once Lesso had felt she had properly established her dominance, she pulled away, leaving you and your very puffy lips.

“Go make your mommy feel good, pet…” Lesso purred in your ear, nipping at your lobe.

Your breath hitched at the nickname.

“Yes—”

“Yes Daddy…” Lesso was quick to correct you.

“Yes Daddy…!” You breathily moaned out, practically jumping out of your chair and turning around to find Clarissa grabbing your wrist and directing you to the floor in between her legs as she leaned back in one of the lounge chairs.

You eagerly helped Clarissa out of her knickers.

“Use that pretty mouth of yours for Mommy…” Clarissa cooed, guiding your head down to her heat.

You happily obliged, diving into the brunettes soaked folds. Clarissa moaned out in delight, while Lesso watched the whole show with apparent hunger and lust.

The second your tongue had brought Clarissa down from her cumming, Lesso pulled you around into a searing kiss.

“Daddy’s turn…” she wickedly purred into your ear.

Lesso had already discarded her trousers, and as she leaned against a nearby table, you quickly striped those off her tall frame. You were quick to dip your tongue into the red heads hole, eliciting a breathy moan from the wicked dean. Her hand roughly gripped your head, pushing you impossibly further into her cunt.

“That’s it, Baby… Doing so good for Daddy…” Lesso groaned.

Pretty soon, you had Lesso cumming on your tongue as well, leaving you with two sated deans and your own aching heat. Lesso tilted your chin once more to look up at her.

“Be Good. Get your grades up. And Mommy and Daddy might reward you next week…” Lesso wickedly purred.

You bit your lip, nodding.

“Yes Daddy…” you breathlessly whimpered.

“Now get to bed, good girl…” Dovey purred.

“Yes Mommy…” you breathlessly whimpered.

~~~

Part 2 Coming Soon… (;

Lady Leonora Lesso | Clarissa Dovey

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Everything to Me

sum: Leonora seems to have gained interest in a certain Ever Professor

based on: the song She by Dodie

WARNINGS: fluff, slight hint of angst, forbidden love, happy ending!, soft!lesso, mentions of jealousy, Dovey being a little matchmaker :), gentle!reader, shy!reader

(Not proof read)

Lesso watched as the Princess she walked into the dining hall, every morning, she’s show up on time always looking flawless. Sometimes a Pep in her step appeared when she’d walk in after a night out with a suitor, though, they never seemed to work out, much to Lesso’s delight.

Am I allowed to look at her like that? Could it be wrong when she's just so nice to look at

Leonora smiled at the Princess as she sat next to her with her plate filled with pancakes and other breakfast foods. Leonora found herself looking at her with a softness and adoration would’ve surely confused the head Master as to why he placed the Dean into the School For Evil.

The Redhead enjoyed watching her smile and snort at jokes made at the table. She was the most prim and properly Princess but, In Lesso’s eyes, she was surely the most gorgeous. She wondered how a woman could look so ethereal and authentic at the same time.

After breakfast with the staff, Lesso and Y/n had a ritual of going on a morning walk, slowly making their way through the garden. Their arms linked as they took in the sight of sweet Magnolia’s and the warm gaze of the sun.

Leonora swore that she could smell the Lemongrass from where she stood, but knew it was from the woman next to her who still complained about wanting to take a nap. “Ooh! Remember when we took a photo here, it was so peaceful with the stars just sparkling above us” She exclaimed, sitting on the stone bench with that bright grin on her face, “I do remember, Princess, I still have the polaroid in my office if you’d ever like to see it.”

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep She tastes like apple juice and peach Oh, you would find her in a polaroid picture

——

Clarissa made Leonora stay behind at a meeting that evening, nothing how the woman had been spending so much time with the Princess. She could sense the pure love radiating from the two. No one could deny what was happening, not even the headmaster. “You must tell her how you feel, Leonora! You need to tell her before it’s too late!” The golden haired woman exclaimed, flailing her arms about knowing that Lesso would lose the girl sooner or later if she didn’t make a move.

“There’s nothing to tell her, Clarissa..” She whispered lowly, knowing that if she did confess she’s ruin y/n’s chance at a happliy ever after. She couldn’t take that away from her, no she couldn’t do that.

Afterall, Lesso was a Never and Y/n was an Ever. It was forbidden, no way they could pass the trial by tale, right?

I'd never tell No I'd never say a word

Clarissa pouted with a huff before exiting the room most likely plotting some other scheme, but Leonora was okay, admiring the other woman across the room even if it was for a moment. She enjoyed watching her hair perfectly fall on her shoulders and cascading down her back. Her warm and lovable smile, that laugh that was inviting. Not to mention her face was nothing less of perfection.

Lesso was comfortable, standing next to her while she greeted her students with a smile, which they returned and shyed away once they noticed the intimidating Dean next to her. They were fools not to see what they had, everyone did, even the more up tight Evers.

Though, the uneasy feeling in Lesso’s stomach never changed when she saw Y/n talking with an Ever prince that seemed to take a liking to her. Everytime her concerns were proved wrong, that was because y/n never liked any of them she said.

And oh it aches But it feels oddly good to hurt

———

“Leo! Leo! Look at what I found in the garden!” Y/n exclaimed, carefully holding something in her soft hands, as she stopped in front of the redhead, she smiled brightly holding out the delicate flower. It looked as tough as it did peaceful. “Hm, Black Dahlia, my favorite, you remembered?” Leonora smiled subtly, taking the flower in her own hands and admiring it.

“Of course I did! How could I forget my favorite person’s favorite flower?” Y/n felt a blush creep onto her cheeks, the ache in her neck from looking up at Lesso, seemed to disappear. The woman infront of her held back a wide grin, “You are very thoughtful, princess” she complimented, running her thumb on the Ever professor’s chin. Gathering what ever courage she had left and kissed her forehead.

“Thank you, sweet thing”

Even though, y/n y/l/n would always love Leonora Lesso but she could never verbalize it. As for Leonora, she would never feel the warmth of love from the person she truly loved. And that was true Evil.

So there they were again, another gala another night that they longed for each other. Stolen glances and subtle flirting seemed to tempt even the Headmaster into matchmaking the two.

and I'll be okay Admiring from afar

As the night fell, the more people retired to their respective rooms. Lesso was left to walk y/n back, the moon and stars lighting the way. It seemed like it was only last night that it was y/n’s first day teaching at The School for Good. They walked hand in hand as the Castle sat in the darkness the lights inside now putting the moon to shame. Lesso wished this was forever, she never allowed herself rk think that way especially about things people that aren’t hers. But for now, she allowed herself to think about it even for a moment. Cause even when she's next to me We could not be more far apart

”That was nice, I always enjoy our time together!” She beamed, any traces of sleepiness leaving her. “I do too, sweet girl”

They stood their for a few minutes sitting in comforting silence, “Now that I think of it, I don’t want you walking in that cold. You’ll stay with me” Y/n stated, pulling her in by the jacket sleeve, “Woah, I haven’t even asked you out yet” Leo joked, chuckling to herself, though, y/n’s remained still her face now shying from Lesso’s gaze. “Don’t go all turtle on me now, Princess” she cooed, pulling her closer on for the Professor to tuck her face in Lesso’s jacket.

“Why haven’t you asked me out yet, Leo?” Y/n seriously questioned, looking up at the redhead with tears. It now came as a realization to the Dean that her preception of reality was not the same as y/n’s. “I‘ve dropped countless hints, I followed Dovey’s advice, I did everything I could think of! Do you not like me? Are you just leading me on?” She asked, already sniffling from the anticipation of the answer.

“What? No!” Lesso responded, clutching the Princess close, “No, you don’t like me?” Y/n let out a sob that could’ve woken up half of the castle if Lesso hadn’t shut her mouth. “I mean that I’m not leading you on, Yes, of course I like you, I think I might…love you” Lesso confessed, a weight leaving her shoulders as she held her close.

“I love you, Leonora Lesso” y/n choked out, pulling Lesso down for a long awaited kiss, “I love you most, y/n y/l/n”

Yes she means everything to me She means everything to me.

Lesso would feel the Love of the one she truly wanted and this time it meant a Happily Ever After for both of them.

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I don’t if ur request are still open but if they are I was wondering if I could request lady lesso x reader we’re they are in a secret relationship and they got kissing or something by dovey

She is different

Warnings: Secret relationship, jealousy, fluff, warrior princess, bad liars

Word count: 2.3 K

Pairing: Lady Lesso x Fem!Reader

Prompt: It is impossible to hide that Lady Lesso was completely captivated from the first moment she saw Y/N

Requests: OPEN

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From the moment Y/N set foot in the school, the green eyes of the dean of evil did not stop admiring her figure.

Despite having a 'thin' build and short stature, Y/N wasn't your typical princess. The legends that ran through the corridors of the school, recounted the great feats that she had achieved as the star warrior of the greatest known kingdom; making the redheaded dean's curiosity grow with the passage of time.

Lady Lesso had always met the stereotype of the perfect princess, just like Dovey herself; so, hearing that that sweet-looking princess had been commissioned to slaughter thousands of enemies, just to protect the queen, only made it inevitable that Lady Lesso would wander into Miss Y/N's class.

Y/N was one of the first teachers to get a mixed class, getting both 'Ever' and 'Never' to learn to defend themselves and attack in combat, from small combats in a classroom of the, now, gigantic school, to fights that They executed on the school horses in the large gardens of the same.

At first, Dovey thought that Leonora's presence was due to concern (if that's what it could be called) for the performance of her students, but seeing how those eyes sparkled with a strange sparkle every time Miss Y/N, she brandished that weapon to teach the young princes how to defend themselves, she thought that her assumptions were not entirely correct. Lesso never missed a Y/N class, not even on the days they had practices in the gardens just like they were doing today; having a great simulated fight in the gardens of that castle.

A few minutes before class ended, Professor Dovey approached the stables, knowing that her students would arrive there, only to realize that Leonora was already there, staring at Professor T/N's braided hair

"My, what a surprise to find you here, Lesso," Dovey teased, smoothing the non-existent wrinkles from her beautiful dress.

“I would like to say the same”

Silence reigned for a few minutes, both with their eyes fixed on the training, until Dovey's gaze returned to rest on her senior partner, noticing how small and tiny black hearts came out of them.

"May I ask? What has been the reason why you delight us with your pleasant presence?" Dovey tried to persuade her partner, causing the redheaded teacher to just make a small face.

"No, you can't ask" she replied, in her typical annoyed voice.

Before Dovey could object to such behavior, the murmurs and laughter of the students, together with the galloping of the horses reached the ears of both women, causing their eyes to look at the boys, who quickly entered the stable to to let the steeds rest. Y/N was coming backwards, on top of her own horse.

"Oh, hi Dovey, I didn't see you there."

While Dovey and Y/N never became the best of friends (as Dovey always thought that a rebellious mind like Y/N didn't quite belong on the 'Ever' side), they have been courteous to each other, and more when Dovey found out that thanks to that woman, many of her friends and students were still alive.

“Lady Lesso, it is always a pleasure to greet you”

And for her counterpart was that beautiful redhead. When they were both young, Y/N remembered feeling self-conscious, clumsy, and even naive around her (the few times they happened to meet); when Y/N was taken to her friend Jade's kingdom to become what she always dreamed of, a warrior, she assured herself that if she ever met Leonora again, she would no longer be that shy girl; if she was capable of killing men in the name of what she considered fair, she was clearly capable of meeting this woman.

When the school received her, after those injuries that made it impossible for her to fight again, seeing how both the 'Evers' and the 'Nevers' young people applauded her with admiration, made her feel even more powerful. She was capable of instilling respect, pride and admiration on both sides.

Everything went overboard when her eyes collided with those of the dean of evil.

At first, he didn't recognize her, but, Y/N couldn't get over those beautiful eyes so quickly.

She felt how her knees began to give out, even a little unsure if she would be able to cross the entire room on her own.

To say that Leonora Lesso was beautiful was an understatement, the woman was the epitome of beauty and sensuality. Those green eyes like the grass bathed in morning dew, rosy lips like the petals of the most fragile flowers in her home kingdom, and that wild hair, like the flames she had seen on many of her travels.

She thought that with the weight of time, the impression before such a woman would diminish… but that never happened. Even to this day, she could feel the penetrating gaze of the dean in each and every one of her lessons, waiting for some mistake on the part of the young warrior, just to be able to take advantage and unleash her fury against her.

"Oh dear, that was a wonderful class," Dovey congratulated, watching as Y/N climbs down from the horse and begins to stroke the animal's head, while her other hand begins to remove the animal's saddle.

“Well, Dovey, thank…”

"Well, I expected to see someone injured" Leonora's hoarse voice commented.

Both Dovey's glare and Y/N's puzzled glare landed on the tall figure of the woman.

"Leonora!" Dovey scolded

“Well, my lady, I'm sorry to disappoint you this time. I promise that in the next class one of yours will have to be attended to urgently" Y/N joked, watching out of the corner of her eye, how the dean raised the corners of her mouth a little, showing a little amusement.

"Y/N!" Dovey scolded again, the princess looked at how her companion's corners were slightly raised, but, realizing the look, she quickly returned to her usual straight lips. "Both are impossible, I'd better go"

"I'd better go too" announced the redhead "I wouldn't like to see those freaks behave in a proper way"

"I hope that's not the case" Y/N joked again, watching how both deans walked away to let her clean the stable in peace.

——————————————————————————— 

Night came, and with it, secrecy and mystery.

T/N had always been taught that night was the time for evil, the terrifying and the forbidden. Over the years, she realized that it was not entirely true; night was the time for secrets, intrigue, curiosity, mystery, and of course, the forbidden.

A knock at her door startled the poor girl, who quickly put aside her parchment and quill to open the door, revealing those sweet green eyes.

"Until you deign to open"

“It was only seconds, don't be exaggerating”

"Well, seconds that could well be used in something else"

"Like what?"

"Maybe kiss you"

If Y/N were ever to tell that the fearsome dean of Evil had a soft spot for honeyed words and cheek kisses, no one would believe her. But, here she was, leaving a trail of little kisses on Y/N's cheeks.

"Today you were splendid" she murmured against her ear.

"Do you believe it?"

"Oh sweet girl, I've never seen someone attack like that before. No warrior will ever be as great and skillful as you are."

“Oh honey, you flatter me, but, out there, there are thousands of warriors far better prepared than me. It took me years to convince my parents to teach me how to wield a sword, whereas these men are required to do so at a very young age."

“Well, princess, that just proves my point. You are beautiful, intelligent, strong, brave and capable woman, what more could I ask for?" Leonora spoke while her arms embraced the small waist of her beloved, bringing her closer to her chest, so that she could smell a little of her hair.

"Maybe a make-out session in my bed?" the princess asked cheekily

“Wow, that sounds like a great idea to me”

——————————————————————————— 

Dovey's feet made it impossible for her to stay still. She was so anxious that, without realizing it, her feet moved her throughout her office, until she heard how the doors were opened violently, listening to Leonora's unmistakable walk, along with the annoying clicking of her cane.

"Well Clarissa, I'm here now, what do you want?"

But, seeing Leonora's raised eyebrow, the question stuck in her throat. Lady Lesso was well known for being the thorn in Professor Dovey's side, so wasn't it fair to get even a little revenge?

“I've been thinking about doing a new dance,” Dovey commented, performing in her everyday way: bubbly and happy.

"Other?" Leonora asked tiredly "Wouldn't it be like… the eighth this month?"

"Oh Leo, but this is for a special occasion"

"What could be so special as to warrant a school dance?" Now, the dean desperate, she crossed her arms, tapping her forearm with her nails.

“I have found the perfect prince for Y/N”

Lesso felt how the blood ran down from her head to her feet, making her fist take that stick with more force, until leaving her white knuckles.

"What?" she slumped into the chair across from Dovey, not helplessly, but furiously. "I thought I heard from Y/N's own mouth that she didn't want a prince in her life"

"Well, we can all change our minds, and believe me, when she see Prince Henry, her mind will change."

“Henry? What kind of name is Henry? It sounds completely ridiculous…”

"Leonora, if I didn't know you well enough, I would dare to say that you are jealous" Dovey teased, raising an eyebrow.

Lesso only managed to let out a sarcastic laugh, causing Dovey to laugh internally.

"Jealous? Of whom? Of your star princess? Not at all! I just make fun of the poor girl, having to deal with a man as… simple as this Henry"

"But if you don't know him yet"

"I don't even want to meet him" Lesso got up again, with her cruel director's facade, she hit the cane against the ground emphasizing her next words "So, was that all? Is that why you wanted to call me?"

"Yes, just to let you know to prepare your best clothes, because Y/N is getting married soon"

Dovey only listened as her companion's footsteps receded and with her, small murmurs, only affirming Dovey's theory.

——————————————————————————— 

Unfortunately for Lesso, the dance came faster than she could process. Before she least wanted to know it, Dovey had introduced stupid, muscular, pretty face Prince Henry and Y/N and forced them into the middle of the room to do a little waltz.

"Don't you think they make a cute couple?" Dovey asked

"Oh yes, can you imagine how cute their babies would be?" Emma asked.

“They will have beauty and courage alike”

Lesso only felt her blood boil. She promised herself (and Y/N) that she wouldn't kill anyone again, but at that moment, the bloody prince had a red target painted across the middle of his face, taunting Leonora. One more torture wouldn't hurt anyone… except him.

"What?!" Emma's loud scream snapped Lesso out of her thoughts, causing her to let out a growl to get the attention of her companions.

"How much do they murmur?"

"Dovey just told me that Prince Henry is planning to propose to Y/N tonight." Emma groaned and clapped her hands, showing her excitement.

"What?"

“At least, the young prince confessed to me this morning. He said he would take her to the balcony to do it” commented Dovey trying to hide her emotion.

"There they go!" Emma pointed out.

And indeed, both were heading to the balcony, getting away from the bustle of people.

Without thinking about it, Leonora got up from her chair and began to follow the young people, until she found her beloved, with her back turned and completely alone.

"Y/N" Leonora murmured, causing the girl to turn around and give her a smile.

"Hi!"

"Where is the prince?"

"I punched him when he tried to kiss me"

Both women laughed, knowing that no one could be lucky enough to kiss Y/N's lips. Nobody except Leonora.

"He's an idiot"

"Yeah, next time Dovey wants to find me a boyfriend, I hope she finds a better one."

"There won't be a next one"

"Honey, we won't know, if we carry on like this…"

"I don't want to continue like this" Leonora cut off Y/N's sentence while her arms hugged her girl's waist. "Yes this is the feeling the got from hiding you, I don't want to feel it again" the dean buried her head in the crook of Y/N's neck.

"Are you sure, my love?" Y/N's soft but firm hands took Leonora's face, forcing her to look at her and be honest. “I know how much your reputation has cost you and I wouldn't want it to be affected by me. We can be discreet…”

"Fuck discretion, I just don't want to see you in the arms of another jerk like that Henry guy"

And without further ado, Lesso planted a kiss on her beloved's lips, proving that the love he feels for her is worth much more than her stupid reputation.

Carefully, Y/N encircled her girlfriend's neck and stood on her toes deepening the kiss full of feelings, affection and true love, in the light of the full moon.

"I told you, you owe me five doubloons" Dovey joked as she and Emma watched as their friend Leo finally admitted her love for that girl.

“It amazes me, how being so different, they seem to work well"

"She's different" Dovey pointed at Y/N with a look "Lesso is just… Lesso"

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What Does It Mean?

> lady lesso x fem!reader

> requested? yes! by @1ntr0v3rt3dsna1l

> content/warnings: nothing, this is just the start so it's probs boring 🤷🏻‍♀️ anw,

> a/n: i'll write more dw, i just need my badly needed vacation lol, i'll probably turn this into a mini series anw

request prompt: Y/N is an Ever (and, of course, a reader) from the modern world (where we live, baby!). Y/N had already read the books of School for Good and Evil and is well aware of everything about it in general. Lady Lesso slowly harbored a crush on Y/N, and despite being opposites, they became close friends. Lady Lesso found out that Y/N is her soulmate, but Lesso keeps denying it. Y/N knew Lady Lesso so well, so she wasn't shocked or surprised (because, after all, the books). Then, Y/N eventually gave up on trying to bridge their relationship... And left after the Rafal thing?

“Will you ever stop reading these nonsense books?”

Rolling your eyes, you huffed and slammed the book you were reading down your lap. “They are not nonsense.”

You gave your sister a glare and picked up the book you were reading. “And please, do not touch those if you do not want to read them. Go and do anything else. Maybe dance to those Tik Tak things whatever the hell those are.”

Setting the book, School for Good and Evil, back with a thump, your sister sneered at you and left without another word.

“How can such a pretty face be a menace to my peace?" you muttered as you continued reading.

-

“Good morning, Evers! Do have a pleasant day today!”

Groaning and stretching, you opened your eyes and observed your surroundings. After a minute of listening to the birds, you let your eyes widen and let out a scream.

"Oh, shut it, Reader!”

“It's too early for this, Y/N.”

Closing your mouth, you gazed at the owners of the voices that told you to shut up. Glaring at them, you huffed and went to the washroom.

“Why do I always have pissy princesses as dorm mates? Ugh.” You splashed your face with cold water and scrubbed it hard. Glancing at your un-reddened face, you groaned and huffed.

“Why is everything so perfect in these stories?!”

Deciding to let it be, you stripped down and started washing yourself. You didn't even hear your ‘roommates’ tell you that they were off to the hall to get breakfast. For half an hour, you hummed and washed yourself peacefully, without anyone bothering you about towels and tampons.

As you finished your wash, you saw a fairy waiting outside the door for you. It started to whine and pull you by the strands of your hair to get ready. “Ow! Ow! Ow! It hurts!”

Swatting the fairy away from you, you rolled your eyes and picked a gown that matched your interest. Because who would even want to wear a gown that doesn't compliment their own style, right?

“Do you do this with every teacher here?” You asked the fairy that kept on pulling you towards the hall. You knew it didn't do anything, yet you felt conscious enough to say it out loud. You knew how hard these fairies worked all day. After all, you've read this book a thousand times.

-

“Lesso! Are you even listening?” Dovey gave her counterpart a glare.

Siding with her friend, Anemone egged on the argument. “Of course she's not. Look at her. She's been caressing her scalp for the last ten minutes.”

Lesso caressed her scalp one more time before hissing at Anemone. “Excuse me for feeling my soulmate's pain.”

With that word, Anemone and Dovey forgot the topic they were going to bother Lesso about. "Oh, really? It means they must have come!”

Frowning, Lesso raised an eyebrow at Dovey. “What did you say?”

Widening her eyes, Dovey glanced at Anemone and let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, haha! It's nothing, right, Emma?”

Anemone finished her meal and, after feigning ignorance, glanced at Dovey and Lesso. “Oh! Yes, yes. It's nothing, Lady Lesso.” Dovey huffed and kicked Emma’s shin before continuing her own meal.

That was close.

Oh, please, do you honestly think that Lesso would see through my lie?

Dovey and Emma started having their own conversation in their minds to try and prevent Lesso from hearing what they had planned.

Actually, I did catch on to your lie, Emma. I just didn’t want to hear your voice anymore.

Choking on their teas, Emma and Dovey glanced at each other before giving Lesso a horrified look. She can hear us?! They asked each other telepathically.

I thought we had already established this. Yes, I can both hear you.

And while Emma and Dovey had to endure the embarrassment that came with Lesso hearing their conversation, you had your own problem with the numerous fairies ‘prepping’ your hair outside the dining hall.

“Please, it already appears to be fine.” You laughed angrily, trying not to knock any of the fairies away from you. "Just stop."

Irritated, the fairies stopped smothering you and flew away. “Finally!” You let out a huff and grabbed your gown before opening the hall door.

And as usual, your late venture towards the dining hall caught the attention of, if not all, of the people already there. Feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks, you cleared your throat before striding down the path towards the teachers’ table. Given that you had already read the books, you knew who Professor Dovey was and what would catch her attention. Pink. So you opted to wear a pale pink dress to ‘get on’ the dean's good side.

“Professor Dovey.” The blonde woman stood up and gave you a grin that could match a child’s smile when they see sweets.

“Oh, Y/N, you are here! Thank you for adhering to my request.” Dovey took your hands in hers and gave it a loving squeeze.

Letting out a chuckle, you glanced around and said, “It was hardly a request, Professor. My mentor didn’t even let me see your letter before firing me from my job.”

Your statement garnered you two audiences, Emma and Lesso. Emma shook her head at the situation you were put through because of her friend’s plan. Lesso, on the other hand, let out a hum before smirking in your direction.

“Not even here for an hour, and you already have yourself an Ever dressed in sheep’s clothing, Clarissa.” Lesso stood up and stole your hands from Clarissa’s before giving it a kiss. “Welcome to the School for Good and Evil, Y/N.”

Watching her counterpart leave without saying a word to her, Clarissa rolled her eyes and turned to you. “Don’t pay attention to her words, dear. I’m sure you're as pure as you seem to be.”

She pulled you to sit on the chair that Lesso had occupied moments before and snapped her fingers to get rid of the dirty dish. “Do help yourself, Y/N. You need it.”

You didn’t know what those words were meant for. Were they to reassure you or to threaten you with what you had agreed to do?

[athenodora-sulpicia-writer]

The Trench Coat- Lady Lesso

*Dovey runs into the room to see a crying Reader* Dovey: whatever's the matter?

Reader: Lesso said she doesn't love me anymore.

Dovey: Lesso! How could you?

Lesso: I never said that.

Reader: Yes you did, you said that I couldn't wear your coat.

Lesso: That's because I was already wearing it.

Reader: so why should that matter.

Lesso: Why don't I get you one for your birthday.

Reader: But it wont feel the same way.

Lesso: What do you mean 'It won't feel the same way' a coats, a coat.

*Reader lets out another sob*

Lesso: Isn't it?

Reader: it wont feel like your hugging me all day, if it's not yours.

*Lesso now understanding takes her coat off smiling gently and wraps it round the Reader's shoulders*

[itzvintagevibez]

"You look like a Never!"

Clarissa; *pissed* It's not just the haircut!- you-you look like a-

Ever!Reader; What?! I look like a what?! *annoyed*

Leonora; You look like a Never *grins cheekily*

Ever!Reader; For real? *surprised*

Clarissa; What? no!- That is not a complement Reader!

Ever!Reader; From Leonora? Definitely is! *happy*

Leonora; Nevers are badass *smirks*

Ever!Reader; See?!

[i-write-sometimes-maybe]

The Pain Of Pining- Lady Lesso x EverFem!Reader

Synopsis: Oh to face the embarrassment of rejection.

Warnings: Basically a Drabble, Lesso being an idiot, technically mutual pining, angst, hurt/no comfort.

Word Count: 1k

A/n: Let me know if you want a part two, I’d be interested in that. Btw, this is my first h/nc fic (and yes I’m aware it’s not that sad, the next one I have is fs though, but if I post that depends on how this one does) I have posted so let me know if you guys like them. Likes, comments, and reblogs are all welcomed!

© This is my work, you have no right to repost my work for any reason without my explicit permission, all rights reserved.

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You didn't want to believe it. You felt like a damn fool, standing there dumbfounded. You had leapt onto your momentary confidence but you now desperately wanted to take it back.

Lesso stood there with a stoic mask, though internally her body and mind were screaming at her to take it back.

You just asked her out, and she just rejected you.

And not even a let-you-down-gently way, but a way that made you feel small and idiotic. In a way like, how dare you ask the Dean of Evil out?

Your stomach churned and you felt like you were going to be sick, "I-I'm sorry, I must've misread the situation." You wanted to turn around and run but your body wanted you to stay, creating a sort of glitch in your movements.

But you left before Lesso could get any more words in, you had heard enough. You couldn't take the sheer embarrassment of the rejection.

But you thought that the liking was mutual, the way she'd return all of your flirting quips with ease.

Lesso's heart lurched within her as she watched you walk away. This is was the only thing she'd been waiting for, and she just destroyed it.

••●••

You had spent the rest of the day locked away in your quarters, crying. Technically, it was the entirety of the whole last week but who's keeping track? Well, Dovey was. And Lesso too, but she'd never let onto it.

Dovey tried daily, tried getting you out of your room and just eat a warm meal. To do something. But how can you go and eat a meal next to the woman who vehemently rejected you, how could you face that embarrassment?

On the third day, you finally explained that to Dovey. She, at the very least, deserved an explanation. Much to Lesso's dismay. Dovey practically talked off Lesso's ear when she heard what she had done.

"What do you have to say for yourself?!"

"Well, she's an Ever," That being the one and only reason Lesso said no. "Need I say more?"

"YES! What is the matter with you?! The poor girl is too embarrassed to face you! Why do you think she's been absent at meal times?!" Dovey was beyond frustrated with her evil counterpart.

And boy did Lesso understand why. Only during Dovey's thirty-minute rant did Lesso realize the extent of your feelings.

••●••

When you finally had the courage to get over your embarrassment, you were acting as if Lesso wasn't there. You acted as if she wasn't in the room, or as if she were simply invisible. And Lesso didn't know if she should be completely frustrated with that, or to understand it.

She chose frustration. She was frustrated because she missed the small smile that you had reserved for just her. She was frustrated because you no longer made any attempts to be the one person sitting closest to her. She was unbelievably frustrated because she couldn't see the admiration for her in your eyes any longer, she couldn't look into them at all.

But mainly, it wasn't really frustration with you. It was with herself. She had no one to blame but her.

••●••

It threw everyone off when you came to the meeting the cheeriest you've been in a fortnight. The way you had a smile on your face without having to hear a joke, the way you barely sat still in your seat.

Dovey was delighted, to say the least.

Just as you stood for the meeting's dismissal, Dovey asked the question everyone had, "It's nice to see you with a smile dear, what's the cause?"

"I've got something to look forward to tonight!"

Dovey's excitement was beginning to match yours, "Oh? Like what?" Lesso tried her damndest to hide her interest in the conversation.

"I've got a date tonight!" You answered excitedly, well, you were excited about the distraction but not the actual date, simply because it wasn't with the person you wanted most.

Lesso's heart just fell to her stomach. No, there's no way someone else has you. Not when it should be her.

Just when your eyes panned over to the woman you were due to spend your evening with, Lesso said something, more of a mumble, and you heard it, but you hoped you heard wrong.

Tears instantly violated your eyes as you watched her stand, "What? What did you just say?"

"Please, don't have someone waiting on you!"

"Lesso-"

She rushed towards you, "Please-"

"Don't! Don't do this. This isn't fair."

"It should be me-"

"No! You don't get to decide you suddenly want me when you can't have me!" Tears had started falling down your face, you hated that people were watching this unfold, "You can't just throw me away for later until you decide you finally want me. You don't get to do that."

Lesso frowned, she didn't see it as throwing you away, but that's what it was, "Don't, don't go on that date tonight. Please..." Lesso was finding it increasingly harder to deny her need for you.

"Why? For you?" That stung Lesso a bit, you knew that as you saw her wince. "You don't want me to be with you... You don't want me to be with someone else... How miserable do I have to be before you're happy?"

"I don't want you miserable."

"Then what the hell do you want?!"

"You! I want you!"

You shook your head, wiping the tears off your face, "Then you should have thought about that before. I'm not waiting around for you to decide what the hell you want." You turned and walked away.

Lesso watched. She watched again as you walked away. She wanted to yell after you. To tell you that you wouldn't have to wait for anything else. That she was ready to want you, to cherish you. But you didn't want to hear any of that.

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[hxzxrdous]

The School for Good and Evil

Platonic Lady Lesso x Clarissa Dovey x reader

TW: None, I was in a goofy and silly mood when I wrote this

CLOSE YOUR EYES

(This gif made me cackle)

The creaking of the wooden bed filled the air as you settled in, all ready for sleep. However, your tranquility was abruptly shattered by the distinct sound of heels clicking and a cane rhythmically tapping against the floor. Before you could fully comprehend the situation, Lady Lesso burst into your dorm room unannounced. Without uttering a word, she grabbed you by the hand and pulled you with her as she walked down the hallway in silence.

Confusion laced your voice as you tried to comprehend the direction in which you were being taken. It soon became evident that your destination was the infamous Doom Room. You had heard whispers about this ominous chamber, but what had you done to deserve such punishment? Could it be your grades? "Ma'am?"

"Silence, child," Lady Lesso hissed through clenched teeth as she swung open the door to the Doom Room, promptly seating you upon a chair positioned on the elevated podium. As you surveyed your surroundings, your eyes locked onto the two chairs placed in front of you. The room itself was adorned with an array of weapons, their ominous presence sending shivers down your spine. You nervously swallowed, anticipating what awaited you.

Yet, nothing could have prepared you for what unfolded next.

The dean of the neighboring School for Good, located just across the bridge, entered the room, clutching a blanket and a bag. The evil dean coughed awkwardly, casting an assessing gaze in your direction.

"Dovey told me about a certain incident that occurred in the clearing during lunch, when she was on duty," Lady Lesso spoke, her words tinged with a mix of apprehension and concern. Her eyes roamed around you, taking in every detail.

Your eyes widened, realization dawning upon you. This was because you fainted from the lack of sleep the other day? Were both deans planning to punish you for displaying weakness?

"I'm really sorry," you blurted out, shaking your head in an attempt to convey your remorse.

Silence!" Lady Lesso snapped, her voice cutting through the air with a sharpness that demanded your immediate compliance. After a brief moment, she sighed, as if momentarily relenting. "Before you continue babbling, let me finish," she continued, her tone now carrying a touch of weariness. "Dovey informed me that prior to your arrival to this... hallowed institution, you relied on something called ASMR, on some sort of device to help you sleep every night."

Her voice softened as she spoke, revealing a rare glimpse of understanding. However, her stern demeanor quickly returned. "We are all well aware that improper sleep will lead to students not performing their best. This, in turn, increases the likelihood of the forces of Good triumphing over Evil yet another year," she explained, her words laced with a sense of gravity. Meanwhile, Professor Dovey stepped forward, presenting you with the blanket, her expression conveying a mixture of compassion and concern.

"So, let me make it clear that I am not undertaking this task for your sake," Lady Lesso declared, her voice regaining its steely resolve. "I am doing it for myself, for the sake of maintaining our standards of excellence. And... if you tell anyone, you'll win yourself a second trip to the Doom Room."

You watched in confusion as Professor Dovey retrieved a book from her bag, placing it in Lady Lesso's hands. Lady Lesso began tapping her silver-painted nails against the book's cover, displaying a touch of exasperation. "This is ridiculous. Why don't people simply read th-" she began, but her words were swiftly interrupted by Dovey. "Just do it, Leonora," Dovey interjected, her tone firm yet gentle. The good dean turned her attention back to you, offering a warm smile as she assisted you in wrapping a soft blanket around yourself. The soothing scent of lavender wafted from the fabric, instantly calming your senses. Returning her focus to the bag, Dovey delicately produced a glass slipper. "I borrowed this from Cinderella," she whispered softly. "I'm not sure about your fashion preferences, being a Never, but I believe it's quite beautiful." Dovey knelt in front of you, bringing the glass slipper closer so you could examine it more closely. "It's difficult to fully appreciate its sparkle in this dark room," Dovey murmured, redirecting your gaze to Lady Lesso, who continued tapping on the book behind Dovey. "You have a talent for this, ma'am. ASMR seems to be your secret skill," you confessed, feeling a blush color your cheeks. "Is that so?" Lady Lesso furrowed her eyebrows, momentarily taken aback, before clearing her throat. "Well, I suppose I excel at many things," she stated, lifting her head with pride and opening the book, slowly flipping through its pages. Meanwhile, the other dean settled into the second chair, tapping the glass slipper lightly. "I hope Cinderella won't be upset if it gets stained," Dovey whispered softly to herself. Carefully, she returned the slipper to the bag and repositioned her chair closer to you. "May I touch your hair, dear?" she asked, her voice gentle and kind. You pondered for a moment before nodding in agreement. Slowly, Dovey began stroking your hair, her touch gentle and soothing. The good dean's whispering voice was barely audible, but as Lady Lesso began to read from the book, you discovered that Lesso's whispered words were the one that were the epitome of calmness. Her voice had a silvery quality to it, with just the right amount of hoarseness and breathiness to suit your taste. "You can close your eyes, sweetheart. Don't resist it," Dovey whispered, her hand caressing your cheek. Soon you began to drift off to sleep when you felt being lifted up by one of them. You sleepily leaned your head on their neck.

"I can't possibly carry her up the stairs to her dorm, Leonora," Dovey whispered, her hand gently resting atop your head. "Let's take her to my chambers instead. It's just this way," Lady Lesso responded in hushed tones. Before long, you found yourself lying upon a comfortable bed, the softness enveloping you. The sound of their conversation drifted into your sleepy consciousness. "Now, where's the kiss you promised me, for doing this, Rissa?" Lady Lesso's voice carried through the hallway outside the room.

[ssunkissedsunflowerss]

“Say yes to heaven, say yes to me”

Request by @anonymous

Hey! I know this is kind of a weirdish request, but could you write like a really long fluff piece for lesso? Long fluffy fics always bring me loads of comfort. Tysm! I love your writing & your style, it's so beautiful to read

i do hope 3940+ words for pure fluff fic is considered long enough. if i add more, it would take me some more time to write and i feel like i have you waiting long enough already so hopefully this many words can scratch an itch, dear anon. crossing my fingers that this will be delivered to your fingertips 🤞🏻

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Wisps of fire dances under the sunlight. Their golden glow is peculiarly hypnotising, very reminiscent of the sparklers that you love to play as a child. Even as an adult, you allow yourself the occasional indulgence in such nostalgias for they offer you a sense of childish glee.

Have you ever felt the irresistible urge to throw yourself off the edge while standing atop some place high, a building, a balcony, a bridge? You do not dare look down not because you are afraid of heights or of falling but because you are afraid that one day, your impulses will win.

Today seems to be that fated day. Now, the bright oranges and reds are beckoning you to touch them. To their demands, you dance. Like a lamb to the slaughter, naive fingers dive into a sea of fire. It does not ravish. It caresses. Soft flames gingerly lick your flesh as your digits seek the heart of the burning red.

By the time you shower her scalp with gentle scratches, the bundle of warmth in your arms has melted into liquid butter, creamy skin very nearly becoming one with the creamy sheets. A sultry hum that you can both hear, and feel through lips moving against the dip in your throat is spine-tinglingly husky. A dollop of honey in a tumbler of rum that when consumed, douses you with pleasant heat.

Although you always go to bed nestled snugly in your cosy little haven, by morning, you always find a majestic fox taking sanctuary in your arms. Said fox, sly as she is, stamps tiny, delicate kisses to your neck, nuzzles your jaw with her soft little nose before emerging out of her hiding spot. You drown in her eyes, a mesmerising sage green, sprinkled with little specks of brown in the middle, that dissolve into rings of dark forest green.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” You greet her with a kiss on the lips.

She on the other hand is smiling against your cheek, tracing your cheekbone with peppermint kisses. “Who are you calling a sleepyhead, hm?”

“Who, I wonder.” You squint your eyes as if deep in thought.

It earns you a chuckle coupled with a poke on the nose. “Can you blame me, ma chérie. You make it hard for me to get up.”

“Oh, so I am to blame then?”

You watch her eyes twinkle with mirth. The subtle curve of her lips grow into a sly little grin. She dismisses your question altogether, chooses instead to lock you in her arms.

“Come. Let’s be sleepyheads.”

“No can do.” Even though you come within a hair’s breadth of being caged in those stubbornly unyielding arms, you manage to successfully roll out of bed before being completely caught. “We have much to do today, Leo.” A pout has settled atop her lips, and when she moves to sneakily snatch you on your waist, once again, you succeed in dodging the surprise attack. The cherry on top has been getting to stick your tongue out at your lover as you flee the room with a wink that screams downright sass. “Get out of bed if you want me back in your arms, naughty fox.”

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“Naughty fox, was it?”

“I’ll show you how naughty I can be.”

You have no idea what you have hoped to gain by taunting the very personification of sly-as-a-fox. Consequences are a certainty. When the lowly husked threat has trickled like ice down your spine, you certainly have not been expecting to physically feel cubes after cubes of ice being shoved down your hoodie. To your horror, you find that the sly fox has not only tucked your shirt into your pants but also cinched the waistband tight to trap the unforgiving coldness there.

Willowy arms encircling your waist, you are hauled onto the kitchen counter. They keep you confined, offering you no reprieve from the icy torture. Trapped and helpless, freezing and suffering, all you can do is to bombard her back with tamed punches while you writhe and wiggle like a worm being exposed to salt.

“Leo!! It’s cold!! Cold!! Leo!”

“Well, it is ice darling. Ice is supposed to be cold. What do you expect?”

“Alright! I’m sorry! Stop! Please, I’ll do anything. Just stop, Leo!”

Intrigued by your bold statement, she seeks your eyes. “Oh?” An elegant eyebrow arches. “Anything?”

“Yes! God, yes! Anything. Now, put me down please.”

She complies, face the very picture of a cat that has gotten the cream. As soon as your fluffy-socked feet touch the floor, trembling fingers scramble to untie the knot of your sweatpants. When you try but fail, lithe fingers join you, dexterous in their movements as the knot is freed and subsequently you, of your suffering. Ice cubes clatter to the floor. Sneaky hands, meanwhile, have found purchase on your ribcage. The very tips of her thumbnails playfully grazing the tender flesh just beneath your breasts has your lips falling open in a gasp.

You swat her forearm reproachfully.

“Naughty is an understatement. You are an evil fox.”

Soft lips fall atop the little furrow between your eyebrows. After one, two, three, four kisses have tumbled down the slope of your nose, the fifth one is perched atop the very tip.

“Why thank you, sweetheart.”

It is crooned along with the sixth which is bestowed upon your lips.

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As warm flavours explode on your tongue after you have bitten into the sugary, creamy goodness, a moan has been your first instantaneous reaction. Then come the stars, bursting in your eyes as you marvel at the chef with those big, wide twinkles.

“What is this witchery?”

Four fingers and a thumb bookcase your cheeks.

“That, darling, is the art of baking.”

Tilting your head a touch, the little pout of your lips is met by a pair of succulent lips. A tender caress at first that escalates into gentle suckles. The milkiness and tiny glittering grains resting on and around your lips are meticulously plucked by the tip of a tongue.

Once satisfied, she hums, “Hmm, delicious, is it not?”

You feign disbelief at her query, mouth falling open. “Delicious? It’s scrumptiously divine!”

“I made yours extra creamy, practically doused it with icing. Do you like it?”

Another hearty bite into the sweet swirls renders you speechless. The fluffiness of the bread is impeccable; cinnamon sugar joins the thick, heavy cream as it melts on your tongue. Although every one of her baked goods always has you giddy like a kid in a candy shop, cinnamon rolls, in particular, are like ice cream in a room full of lollipops. You savour the taste of heaven tucked into a bun, reaffirming once more that they are indeed your lover’s best work.

“Like is an understatement. You make the-”So busy licking your fingers are you that you do not mind when you are cut off, delighted even that she knows you like the back of her hand. “-most heavenly cinnamon rolls in the entire universe, yeah yeah I get that quite a lot.”

With a pop, your finger is released, and you turn towards her at breakneck speed, stare her straight in the eyes.

“I would marry you if I could.”

“Oh darling,…” Crooned the woman in an apron. “…flattered though I am, I’ll have to stop you right there. These hands,…” Your eyes are immediately drawn towards those tantalisingly long digits. When they wiggle, you gulp. “…as dexterous as they are,…” She leans in, whispers conspiratorially. “…bake, and then some for only one person.”

After a beat, she winks. “My girlfriend.”

“Oooooh, lucky them.”

Index and middle fingers walk along toned forearms, teasing the edge of her rolled up shirt sleeve. A hand halts them by capturing your wrist. They are instead brought over to lips so soft that, when a kiss is pressed onto your fingertips, it is like touching silk.

“Lucky them indeed.” She initiates eye contact, and you hold it, unwavering. “You should teach them how to bake.”

“Oh I did,…” Fingers intertwine. A hand finds home just shy of your hipbone. “…over and over and over and over again, I might add.”

“And?”

“It’s great luck that we still have a place to call home.”

“Wow! You may be an excellent cook but you are a terrible teacher.”

Her hand has abandoned your hip in favour of pinching your nose betwixt a middle and a fore finger. “It’s not my fault that you’re always so scatterbrained.”

Meanwhile, her cheeks are sandwiched between the palm of your hands. “It’s not my fault that the love of my life is always so annoyingly, distractingly drop dead gorgeous.” You squish her soft cheeks before punctuating your argument by capturing her adorable little puckered lips. Your kiss, to her annoyance, is delivered with an audible, exaggerated “mmmmwah”.

More often than not, when you are being overly affectionate with your woman, her expression may suggest repulsion but you know better than to let it perturb you. What can be read on her face is usually the exact opposite of what she is feeling. You have understood since the very beginning that she is an intricacy, and after a few years spent together, mastered the art of discerning her innermost emotions.

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A beanie sitting snugly around your head, toes and fingers enveloped in thick socks and gloves, swaddled in at least three layers of clothes, bar the long coat, you are being carefully wrapped up like a Christmas present. Your beloved girlfriend has taken it upon herself to make certain that you are well dressed for your winter outing.

There has been a time when you have come home one chilly evening rudolph-nosed and shivering. Having unfortunately overestimated your tolerance for cold, accidentally underdressing for one day has left you with a terrible flu that has lasted for more than a week. Not only has she patiently and carefully nurtured you back to health, going forward, she will also go into protective mommy bird mode whenever you leave so much as a finger unprotected, especially during winter.

Currently, she is wrapping a muffler scarf around your neck on top of the turtlenecked sweater that she has already dressed you in.

“You act as if you did not just shove ice down my spine. Literally.”

“That’s exactly the point, sweetheart. Only I, your evil fox, get to torment you, my little lover.” Lips touch your nose, but a soft, fleeting caress. “Not even the weather is allowed to.”

Even though the cold is not necessarily your cup of tea, and it, too, is not Leo’s, she is not as affected by it as you are. Weak though you are against winter, you adore the weather. Leo on the other hand neither loves nor hates it. At the same time, while you love celebrating Christmas, she is not so much an enjoyer of festivities as a love-sick woman keeping her little lover company.

If you are the sun, then, Leo is the cloud hovering protectively in front of you.

Even now, while you look every bit the picture of a meticulously wrapped parcel, she looks as bare as the Christmas tree that the two of you have yet to finish decorating. She has on her body her signature white dress-shirt layered with a sweater over it with midnight jeans for pants, finishing it all off with a muffler scarf and a long coat. The both of which, aside from colours, entirely matches with yours. Compared to her other fashionable pieces, the sweater looks extremely out of place, the only thing that does not belong in her immaculate wardrobe.

You have just begun trying your hand at knitting, and the sweater has been your very first product. It is created with your lover in mind, but as a result of you deciding to get boldly creative on your first try, what is supposed to be a fiery red fox looks either like a rat or a dog that is terribly malnourished.

You have certainly thought that at worst, it would be fed to the trash can, and at best, it would be tucked into the darkest nook of her wardrobe never to be seen again. The more wishful part of you dares hope that she will wear it at home at the very least. You cannot both believe your eyes and stop staring at your woman when she appears in front of you, dressed in what you have knitted diligently, uniquely for her. She makes even the wackiest of colours arrestingly grand and you remember a small part of you thinking that it should be considered criminal. Meanwhile, the rest of you have been busy admiring her with unabashed wonderment.

If you have not seen your lover rocking questionable attires that will certainly look ridiculous on other people, you would have had half a mind to believe that she is the quintessence of beauty-is-in-the-eye-of-the-beholder. Not only do they look splendidly fine on your woman, it is not your personal opinion but rather a collective agreement that everything will suit her to a tee. After all, you have heard people marvelling at her elegance, seen heads turning towards her direction, which solidifies it as a fact instead of an opinion.

So filled to near bursting with love is your heart that you do not even notice, and if you do, you cannot care less that the two of your are inside a relatively crowded coffee shop when you have trapped her in your arms and attacked her with kisses.

Presently, you are stood outside the same coffee shop that is frequented by the two of you. The snowman out front has caught your attention. Hence, you have decided to wait by it while your wife goes back inside to order more hot drinks as per your friends’ messaged requests. It is amidst making a snowman of your own that you are approached by another. Since you are engrossed in giving the snow version of your girlfriend a face, you have thought whoever is sitting beside you to be the human version of your girlfriend.

“Who is that supposed to be?”

The unfamiliar voice, too gruff that it grates your ears instead of softly caressing them the way Leo’s does, startles you. The uncomfortably close proximity that you find upon turning makes you grimace. As you back away, you unfortunately trip on the thick lump of snow, but the imminent impact never comes. If it does, the ground that receives you has gentle arms that wind protectively around your waist.

There is no mistaking the hands that have explored every square inch of your body. All too happily, you melt into the solid wall of flesh behind you. While you look up at your lover, she gazes down at you, the furrows between her eyebrows ebbing away once a smile blossoms on your lips.

“Her.” You say this to the person still standing before you. “That is supposed to be her, my Leo.”

They either decide to ignore the obvious signs or are insufferably oblivious because instead of leaving the two of you alone, they do the exact opposite. They step closer.

“You’ve got a little something-”

Your guardian angel, of course, is not going to stand idly by and watch as someone else tries to touch you. So, she does the only thing she can; she plucks your chin delicately between a thumb and a forefinger, before angling your head a certain way so that she can lean down to capture your lips. Just like that, the false moustache is kissed clean. The kiss that is meant to ward off the unwanted advancer may have gotten a little out of hand but it does get the job done, because by the time your lips unstick, the bystander is no longer standing. You do not know, cannot care less, when exactly they have disappeared.

“Your nose is starting to resemble that of a rudolph, darling.”

Along with a second muffler that falls onto your shoulder, you are additionally pulled into her coat, being cocooned in her embrace. It is not the added fabric, you realise, but rather being nestled snugly against her body that makes the noticeable difference. Layers after layers of fabric cannot compare to the lovely heat that your lover radiates. Wings almost protrude from your heart and send the little creature soaring high into the sky when you feel warm lips on your forehead. They trace your hairline with satiny-soft kisses.

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When you feel the beanie suddenly being lifted off your head, you are not expecting it to find itself back in place just as quickly. The difference however is palpable, for the chill seems to instantly seep into your skull. You cannot help the shriek that escapes your mouth when more handfuls of snow are being dumped into your sweater.

Instantly, your lover is hot on the heels of the culprits. While she tackles one to the ground, the other manages to escape. The unlucky one turns out to be Dovey, wrestled onto the thick blanket of snow and subsequently being turned into a snow burrito. Having successfully avoided becoming a snow burrito herself, Anemone cackles like a madwoman at the suffering of her partner in crime. Her victory is but transient. She is proved to be the unluckier of the two as soon as a sizeable ball of snow collides with her face. With most of the snow going straight into her open mouth, poor Anemone is left to cough and sputter. After getting rid of the snow inside both your beanie and sweater, you join the fray just in time to assist your lover while she is being double-teamed.

And thus, begins war. The four of you spend a good minute running and rolling in a white velveteen sea, screaming and giggling like a bunch of toddlers. The war ends with both ally and enemy teams creating snow angels. Afterwards, since Leo has not been able to wait in line until her turn arrives, for she has practically run to your side, the four of you find yourself once again in the coffee shop.

While you and Anemone have taken the duty of finding a spot to sit and chat, the two best friends have agreed to go and place the orders.

“How you get the grinch to enjoy Christmas is beyond my comprehension. Always was and always will be.” grumbles Anemone as she plops herself down on the couch opposite you.

“Is she truly that fussy? She has always complied with my wishes without any complaints.”

“Ugh, you have no idea!”

You do not get to expand further on the subject for Leo and Dovey return with your drinks almost immediately.

Having a sweet tooth, but at the same time, not wanting to go for something overly sweet, you have ordered a chocolate drink. From dark chocolate fudges, chocolate wafers, warm drizzles of milk chocolate to fluffy white cream dusted with dark chocolate, it has everything that will satisfy your cravings as well as balance the sweetness with a hint of bitterness.

Finding upon taking a sip that Leo, too, will find it palatable, you offer the drink to her. She obliges as she always does with you, but between eating with a spoon and sipping through the straw, she chooses neither. Instead, you are rendered pleasantly surprised by her mouth finding yours.

“Get a room.”

The groan from Anemone does nothing to make her budge. If her friend has wanted her to stop with her comment, it has an entirely opposite effect.

“Get a lover if you’re jealous.”

While poor Anemone almost chokes on her drink again, Dovey cannot help but laugh into her hand.

“Ouchie.”

What you love about their friendship is that regardless of the endless quips being thrown around like nobody’s business, they have gone past the point of being truly offended by them. The three of them go way back, and over the course of time, their friendship has evolved into a familial bond. Leo has not only waltzed into your life alone but she has also brought with her, and subsequently into your life, Dovey and Anemone, who have welcomed you with open arms. You feel infinitely lucky to be a part of this little family.

From catching up with each other’s lives to reminiscing about the days of yore, the four of you talk about anything and everything. Even though you can still go on for days and never run out of things to say, the shop needs to close. So it is with great reluctance that you part ways. By the time goodbyes have been said, stars are already hanging overhead.

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Delightful twinkles and colourful Christmas lights light your way home as the pair of you walk hand in hand. Your interlaced fingers are hidden in the pocket of your lover’s coat.

“Do you remember the very first time our paths crossed?”

“How can I forget? I spilled coffee onto you.”

“That, my darling, was not how you first caught my eye.” Puzzled and intrigued, you search her face. When she meets your gaze, you marvel at their beauty. It is as if the fallen stars have found sanctuary in her eyes. “Have you ever wondered that perhaps you bumping into me was my carefully crafted machination?”

“Was it, now?”

A perfect eyebrow arches. “Do I seem the type to ask someone for compensation through coffee dates had I not been interested in them in the first place?”

“Oh, so they had been dates! I thought I was just, well, compensating you for ruining your pristine white shirt.”

“Silly girl.”

“You were still charmed by this silly girl, were you not?”

“Indeed I was, and I am, still.”

“In all seriousness, Leo, from the very beginning, the feelings were incredibly mutual.”

“I know, darling. I waited for a while to see if you would make the first move.”

“I’ve never told you this before but the coffee that was spilled onto you…it was bought with you in mind. Although our methods were not entirely flawless, we both got what we wanted in the end.”

“Each other.”

It is under a lamppost that she stops you.

“You said you’d do anything.” It seems like there is more to her words than that, so you poise for elaboration. Out of the blue, she falls to one knee, and you watch with bated breath as her hand disappears into the other coat pocket. The hand, once vacant, returns with a small velvet box.

“Say yes to me.”

“As it so happens…” Fishing out your own velveteen box, you mirror her stance. “I’ll say yes only if you do too.”

The shocked expression on her face dissolves into a smile before the both of you let out a laugh in unison.

“Were you carrying it around everywhere you went?”

“No. I requested Anemone to pick it up for me on her way. You?”

“Same but Dovey.”

“Well, what will you say, woman?”

“There is only one correct answer.”

“Which is?”

“Yes, obviously.”

“Then, without question, my answer is also yes.”

They are both simple platinum bands with a single gem in the middle. While the band with gem the hue of Leo’s hair comes to rest on your ring finger, the band with gem the shade of your eyes goes to find home on your wife’s ring finger.

“Oh my dearest Leo, I love you so.”

When you throw yourself into her arms, she receives you with great enthusiasm. Standing up with you locked tightly in her embrace, she spins the two of you around before your vows are sealed with a kiss.

“I love you more, my darling angel.”

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[v3nusxsky]

Heyyaaa!

This is my first time requesting from you. Hope you don’t mind lol. I absolutely love your fics <333

Let’s just say reader is a tailor and one day they got contacted by someone from the school for good and evil (most likely Dovey). They want the reader to make the gown and suit that Dovey and Lesso are gonna wear for a ball. When reader tries to take Lesso’s measurements, they get into an argument cuz Lesso doesn’t want to get touched. Eventually reader got the measurements and made the clothes. Once done, aside from paying the reader, Dovey invited them to the ball as well. For what happens next and the ending, that’s for you to decide ;))

Tailorella

Lady Lesso always hated when Dovey called in y/n to remake, tailor the outfits of the staff. Truly it was a hindrance at best. It wasn’t to say she doesn’t like the outcome of your work. She always did. She loved how her outfits seemed to hug her body in all the right ways and truly you’d never gone wrong with the colour and material choices you made.

Her only issue is you have to touch her to make your work as perfect as it always is. So when the winter ball was approaching Lady Lesso immediately began trying to hide away from Clarissa, knowing that she would drag her to you. This wasn’t what you expected from her, in fact you’d never had a client quite like Lady Lesso, but the school pays well and you’d be lying if you didn’t like touching and being close to her.

“Stop fucking touching me” she snarled at you for the fourth time in ten minutes. “I have to Lesso, it would take two seconds if you sat still instead of trying to be an octopus” you retaliated back, it was childish, you knew that but for some reason you couldn’t help yourself. “Oh for all the heavens above! Stay still Lesso before I strap you to the damn chair” only then did you see the famous smirk and hear “I’d like to see you try, take those fingers away from me before I snap them.” Safe to say you were both as bad as one another but yet you still found these interactions more than being spoke to about the countless ever students from Clarissa. You listened of course, your friend needed an ear but she didn’t need to know how much you wished to hurry up and sort Lesso’s clothing.

Somehow you got all the measurements you needed and Lesso sulked off leaving you and Clarissa to say your goodbyes. You reassured your friend the clothes would be ready in plenty of time, and that’s when she invited you to the ball as well, a token of her appreciation for all your hard work over the past years. Graciously, you accepted the offer and began to draw up a gown for yourself, perhaps you’d finally grab the Dean of Evils attention.

Not only were you payed for your work and time, you had attended the ball, luckily it was a masquerade ball, and gained the attention of your crush. She flirted and tried to convince you to leave the ball and come back to her chambers but you wanted to stay strong, so you agreed to revel yourself at midnight.

The clock stroked twelve and you allowed her to remove your mask after a kiss. Now maskless you were scared she’d run for the hills. Buy instead she planted her lips back on yours, your hands finding the lapels of her beautiful jacket in a beautifully blissful moment.

[cupofsapphics]

Unexpected.

[ lady lesso x reader ]

summary: you fall for lesso, but don’t believe it’s mutual. you tell yourself that you’re fine with friendship, but will you take the risk for more?

warning(s): lesso might be a bit out of character, haven’t read the books, reader pining, clarissa being the best wingman

a/n: coming out of my hole for you guys but im probably gonna disappear again for a while; plot kinda ib @thedevilssinner and @jelonkan ; this kinda doesn’t make any sense i swear and im sorry for that :<

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It’s not like you did it on purpose. No matter how hard you tried, no matter where you diverted your eyes, they always seemed to land on her. With her flaming hair and beautiful black outfits, could anyone blame you? Even though the two schools had merged into one, there was still some controversy and discussion about dating between Nevers and Evers. Of course, there were times when that was tested, such as the recent ‘Trial by Tale’ by Sophie of Gavaldon and Prince Tedros. Despite being an Ever and teaching kids about true love, you were a realist and knew the odds that you and Lesso would ever be something were slim. 

You thanked the librarian as you headed out of the library with a stack of books. Unfortunately for you, the headmaster assigned you several courses to teach now that schools were merged such as Defense, History of Villainy, and Beautification. The stack of books was so tall, you didn’t notice a certain dean bump into you as you were about to turn the corner. The tower of books crumpled down, about to fall at your feet. Swiftly, you waved your hand to catch all the books before they landed on the ground. Setting them back into your arms, you turned to face the person and apologize. You were surprised to meet those eyes you constantly thought about. 

“Forgive me, Lady Lesso. I didn’t see you there.” 

She grinned, “I can see that. You have some fast reflexes there.” 

You felt your face become warm. You needed to get out of this situation before you explode. 

“Thank you, Lady Lesso. I’ll be going now, I need to prep for my lesson.”

The woman tilted her head slightly but nodded her head in understanding. She moved to let you walk to your classroom. As you were walking, you couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes burning through you. Lesso stared at you as you walked back. She usually didn’t take interest in other teachers, especially Evers because most of them were obnoxious and cocky. You, however, were quiet and knowledgeable, striking her interest. She would continue to keep a curious eye on you. 

Soon after, the school term started and you had students pouring in. This was the first year that students from both schools would be attending the same classes. As the kids sat down, you could already feel who was going to be the smart-ass, the lazy one, the “hero”, etc. You took your Beautification book out and started teaching. You could feel the boredom radiating from the Nevers, so you decided to spice the class up a bit. This year was a year of new beginnings anyway. 

“Robert, come up to the front.”

The prince proudly stood up and walked up to the front of the class. You could feel his courage and confidence ebb away as you asked him to attack you. 

“A-attack you? Professor, I don’t think I can-”

You cut him off. “Do it now, or I’ll be failing you.”

At this point, all the students were invested and the Nevers were chanting for him to do it. Everyone, including you, was so concentrated on the class that no one noticed when someone crept up to the door frame to see what was going on. 

Pressured by you and his peers, Robert finally drew his sword and swung it toward you. Almost immediately, you formed a glowing sword into your hands and swung it to counteract his. A loud ‘clang’ echoed through the classroom and everyone had their mouths wide open. You took your sword and put it down on your desk. Sitting on your desk, you then explain the lesson that you were trying to teach.

“The class of Beautification can mean many things. Specifically from me, I want everyone to learn that beauty can be used against the enemy. When you have beauty, people will underestimate you and believe that you are harmless. For all of you, that’s an advantage you want to have.”

You stared at the entire class in amusement as slow clapping erupted by the door. You turned your head to find Lady Lesso smirking at you. ‘This woman.’ you scoffed to yourself. Dismissing the class, you move to go sit behind your desk.

“My, my, who knew the quiet Ever professor was so good at combat?”

“And who knew you were so good at sneaking up on me?”

It was at that point that the two of you forged a friendship. Was it even friendship, or was it something more? At this point, you weren’t even sure. There was flirting, sure, but it never went further than that and it disappointed you. However, you’d rather be friends with the dazzling woman than a stranger. The constant yearning looks of love and admiration were not missed entirely, though. 

You loved Clarissa. She was such a supportive dean and friend, but sometimes you wanted to fling her across the room with the type of antics she suggested for you and Lesso. You could mentally hear her teasing you as you were bickering with Lesso. As if that wasn’t enough, she once locked the two of you into the library. Talk about stereotypical tropes. It was anything but effective though because the door burst open in a matter of minutes. 

You were positive that this was the closest you could be to the dean and you accepted it. Clarissa constantly told you not to give up hope, saying that she had a feeling that Lesso had those feelings too, but you didn’t want false hope.

Feeling under the weather, you decided to help out with supervision for the annual Ball. You were deciding what to wear for the night when Clarissa burst through your door. 

“Clarissa! What did I say about knocking?”

She shrugged, “Sorry, but I’m in a rush. The ball starts soon and I’m going to sparkle you up for the ball!”

Your eyes widened. “I’m sorry- why would you do that?” 

“I’m sick of you and Lesso dancing around each other. Tonight is the night when you guys will get it together so I can finally have peace.”

You were about to protest, but as you opened your mouth, a stunning moonlight-themed dress appeared on you. As much as you hated to admit it, you loved it. When you spun, a sheer layer sparkled. Butterflies adorned the fabric near your shoulders. Looking down, you found glass slippers. You looked at Clarissa with a smirk.

“I know you’re the fairy godmother, but I don’t think Cinderella will be happy that I’m stealing her shoes.”

Clarissa rolled her eyes and waved her wand to replace the glass shoes with a pair of heels that matched your dress.

Time flew by fast and until you knew it, it was time for the Ball to begin. Your hair was in a different style than it usually was and light makeup was applied to your face. The cheery woman was extremely proud of her work. She raced down the stairs as you tried to follow her as quickly as you could. 

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You gracefully walked down the final staircase as everyone stared at you in awe. You were like a glowing beacon of light. Everyone’s eyes were on you, but you were only focused on one person. You walked towards her as she looked you up and down. Clarissa was nearby and gave you the thumbs-up. You take a deep breath, this was the moment. It was now or never, might as well snatch up this opportunity. You gave a smile and asked the dean to dance. 

Coming back from her shock, Lesso chuckled and dragged you to the dance floor.

“How do you always manage to surprise me with your beauty and talent?”

You don’t answer her, though. Like Clarissa, you were getting sick of dancing around each other. Screw keeping it the way it was, you wanted more.

“Are you-”

The dean was cut off with a kiss. Lesso’s eyes widened, taking a moment to believe that it was happening, but kissed back. Drawing back from each other, you smiled like an idiot and she had the same beautiful grin the first day the two of you met. 

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hello. Could you please write a clarissa dovey x reader story,where reader is a never that always acts tough and cocky,but with dovey reader is like melting and lost in words?

Hi there anon! Absolutely, we can always use more Clarissa xReader content!! Found a song for this Fic too 😚 Hope you enjoy 😘

My Project ~Clarissa Dovey xFem Never!Student!Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, age gap (all legal), implied previous smut, smut, kissing, eating out, implied future smut, mommy kink, praise kink, possession kink, flustering, implied degrading kink…, etc…

Enjoy (;

Your reputation was well known throughout the entire school. You’d been caught in many Ever and Never students beds plentiful times. You’d broken many hearts by now.

There even was a rumor that you had a goal of fucking in every common area in the school with a different student in each one… Hell, you were by far more of a player than any Ever or Never guy could ever be.

And what could you say? You were simply a truly wicked Never… And everything was going splendidly. Until a certain angelic dean with flowing gowns stepped up to the plate and decided to take you on for herself…

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It was still dark outside, and if you wanted to get back to your dorm without being caught, you had to leave this Ever girls room now… You collected your clothing, which had been thrown around everywhere in the heat of passion last night. You quickly redressed yourself and creaked the door open to sneak out. You snuck through the corridors, being as quiet as you could.

But as you rounded the last corner of the Ever castle, the one and only dean of good, Professor Dovey, was standing between you and the door to the outside. Hell, you almost crashed into her…

“Miss L/N…” the Professor Dovey sighed in disappointment, shaking her head slightly.

You gulped. Usually Professor Lesso caught and dealt with you. Not Professor Dovey…

“I don’t know what we’re going to do with you if you keep violating the schools rules like this…” she continued.

Goosebumps riddled your skin.

“Sorry Professor Dovey…” you muttered.

You’d never apologized for anything in your life before, what were you doing??

At your words, the deans face lightened and smile spread across her face.

“Well I’m glad to hear that…!” She exclaimed, “and please call me Clarissa when we’re alone, dear…”

Blush flushed your cheeks at her words.

“I… ok…” you chocked out.

You’d never been so off your game before… Especially with another woman…

“Why don’t I handle your punishment this time…?” Clarissa continued, “Afterall, it was one of my students that I would have caught you with tonight…” she teased.

Your breathing picked up and your heart rate spiked at the idea of being alone with this woman…

“I… sure…” you stuttered.

With that, Clarissa nodded and beckoned you to follow her. You went through the school and all the way up to her office. She closed the door behind you and you heard the click of the lock which only sent you spiraling even more…

“Take a seat, dear.”

You did as you were told as if it was second nature. Clarissa leaned against her desk. It now that you realized that the brunette goddess was in nothing but her nightgown. And you couldn’t keep your eyes from wandering…

“Why do you do what you do?” Clarissa asked, pulling you out from your reeling fantasies.

“Umm…What…?” You chocked out.

“Why do you sleep with all those students and break so many of their hearts…?” Clarissa asked again.

She was genuinely asking you…

“Um… I…” you muttered, looking away from her eyes in shame, “I don’t know…”

Clarissa leaned in closer to where you were sitting, “I have a theory…” she purred, her tone shfiting entirely.

Your breath hitched.

“You… You do…?”

“Yes.” She matter of factly stated, “Do I make you nervous, dear?”

“I… what…?” You chocked out.

“Do I make you nervous…?” Clarissa purred, leaning forward, placing her hand on either side of your chair and effectively trapping you in place.

Your mouth dropped and your brain short circuited at her close presence. Your eyes went from hers down to her delicious pink lips and back to her shimmering eyes. She leaned in even further, where her lips were mere inches away from your own.

“You’ll tell me if your uncomfortable…” Clarissa told you, gazing directly in your eyes and lightly licking her lips.

“Yes…” you whispered.

“Good girl…” she purred, closing the gap and connecting her lips to yours.

You moaned in response to her praise and action. Clarissa very directly yet gently led the kiss, it was no question that she was in charge. You were squirming underneath her hold.

At one point, she lifted you to your feet by your shirt collar and led you to straddle her lap on her desk chair, while continuing to make out with you the entire time. You were like fucking puddy in this woman’s lap. You were already grinding down on her lap, making Clarissa chuckle into the kiss.

“Good girls take what they’re given…” she husked in your ear.

Her words sent shivers down your spine. But it also sent a spike of courage into your veins.

This time you properly ground down on Clarissa’s lap, moaning into her ear in the process, “What if I don’t wanna be a good girl…?”

At your words, Clarissa met your gaze as her hand snaked to your clothed heat, where she skillfully teased your clit, while purring in your ear, “Oh Sweetheart…You’ll want to be a good girl or Mommy won’t let you cum…”

You groaned into Clarissa’s teasing your needy cunt. Then suddenly her fingers were back up and cupping you chin for you to look at her. Your body sparked with a new found electricity as you gawked at the audacity of this woman.

Who the hell was she..??

“I… yes mommy…” you finally whimpered, wanting nothing more than to do whatever the hell the woman in front of you asked.

Clarissa smiled lightly in response to your obedience.

“Why don’t we start by you putting that sweet tongue of yours to good use…” she purred, guiding you down to kneel on the floor in front of her.

“Yes mommy…” you breathlessly whimpered.

Clarissa hummed in satisfaction with your answer. Her hands guided yours in scrunching her nightgown up for your access. Your breath fled you when you saw that she wasn’t wearing an underwear. You looked up at the dean of good in disbelief and awe. You were met with a pair of lustful with a hint of mischievousness eyes.

“You’re not the only one who breaks a rule…” Clarissa teased, she then leaned even closer, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “Mommy’s more naughty than you think…” she husked.

You gulped and went red at her words. Clarissa then sat back in the chair, scooching her ass to the edge of the chair and spread her legs for you. Her delicate yet directive hand guided you closer to her throbbing pussy. You more than happily took to your new job, lapping away at the curly haired brunette’s folds.

“Oh God… That’s it, sweet girl…!” Clarissa moaned out, threading her fingers through your hair and pushing your face deeper into her cunt.

Your tongue worked the brunette all the way up to her climax and then back down. Once Clarissa had regained her composure a bit, and you had finished lapping up her juices, she brought your face back up to hers. Her lips connected to yours once more, allowing Clarissa to taste herself on her tongue. You both moaned into the kiss. Clarissa was the one to pull away, looking at you lovingly.

“Your my project now, you understand?” She purred.

You gulped and nodded breathlessly.

“Yes mommy…” you whispered.

“No one touches you anymore. You don’t touch anyone else. No one but mommy…” she husked in your ear, making you shudder.

“Your mine, sweet girl…” Clarissa wickedly purred.

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[sere-rine]

~Petty Fight~

Y/n and Lesso entered the dining hall to eat with the other professors for break. Y/n entered looking really mad because of how heavy her steps are, her arms are on her waist and her eyebrows are furrowed. While Lesso is looking not bothered of Y/n’s actions.  

Dovey: Why is Y/n mad?

Dovey asked Lesso who sits at the table opposite to where Y/n is supposed to be. Y/n went to the counter to get her and her girlfriend’s food. She was about to answer but Y/n beat her to it.

Y/n: She said she doesn’t love me!

Dovey: WHHHAAAAAT? You said that Lesso?

Lesso: *Sighs* I said, I wouldn’t murder someone for her.

Y/n: That’s exactly the same!

Dovey: Y/N! As an Ever, you should not wish for someone’s death!

Lesso: I don’t think she’s in the right school when you were still studying here.

Y/n: But she is a villain. That’s exactly how they show their love. Heroes will give you the whole world and villains will sacrifice the whole world for you.

Dovey: Sure Lesso is evil but not that evil I believe.

Lesso: *To Y/n.* Can’t you understand? Killing someone is too shallow for me to show my love because that is a pathetic thing to give as a punishment. What I can and would do for you is torture them. Killing makes it easier for people that will dare lay a hand on you. But torturing them will plant a lesson on their stupid little brain. I will torture the whole world for you my sweet princess.

Y/n: *Her eyes are shining and she’s smiling like and idiot.* Really?

Lesso: Yes, so stop being grouchy and immature, I want to eat!

Dovey: Why is this our topic? I can never understand this two.

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[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

idk if requests are open but i was wondering if you could do a fanfic about lady lesso having a secret family

Family

Warnings: PURE fluff

Word count: 1.9 K

Pairing: Lady Lesso x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Leonora deserves a little love.

Requests: OPEN

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It was known that evil could never have a happy ending.

At least, that is what has been taught for centuries and centuries, from generation to generation. It was unheard of to think that some villain, from any story, would return to a nice cabin with his family, after trying to poison a princess.

Any 'Ever' student could have that same thought about anyone belonging to the 'Never' school, incapable of love. And if the name of the dean of evil slipped into the conversation, the answer was an obvious and resounding NO.

While any human being with two eyes and a few centimeters of a brain could confirm that Lady Lesso is an extremely beautiful woman, they could also classify her as someone 'terrifying'; considering anyone brave who could spend more than five minutes with her, without being scared.

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The weekend was slowly approaching, which made the redheaded woman extremely excited. She was already sick of her incompetent students, of Dovey's constant complaining, of the thousands upon thousands of papers waiting in her office to be reviewed, causing excruciating headaches.

Everything about to end…

Until Emma reached her office, opening the door a little and sticking her head out.

"Leonora?"

"What do you want?" the woman asked without taking her eyes off the exam in front of her. Anastasia, an incompetent who would fail her class for the second time.

“Clarissa requested your presence at the meeting”

The dean's eyes rolled wearily, making her disappointment known.

"Really? Why do you need my presence with… 30 minutes to go before the end of school hours?"

"I don't know, she didn't give me an explanation…"

Before Emma could begin to ramble, Lesso abruptly stood up from her chair and began to pace, hitting the ground next to Emma with her cane, causing the smaller woman to jump.

Quickly, Leonora walked to the room where the meeting was taking place, opening the doors violently, making her arrival known.

"Oh, Lesso," Dovey interrupted, "it's good that you're here."

Leonora didn't even deign to answer, she simply sat in her usual chair and with the help of her magic, materialized a notebook, to scribble and avoid getting bored.

It took her a few minutes to realize that she had brought into the meeting room the notebook she used for her most private matters. Full of vibrant colors and children's drawings.

With a quick movement, and with the eyes of some of her colleagues glued to the notebook, Leonora opened it, hiding the cover and beginning to draw, not listening to Dovey's chatter.

The meeting lasted forever, almost 3 hours after their usual time to leave; but when Dovey finally called the meeting to a close, Leonora was among the first to rise from her seat, until Dovey's voice reached her ears.

"Actually, Lesso, I need to talk to you."

With a great grunt, Leonora watched as her companions left the room, to be left alone with Dovey.

"What do you want?" asked Leonora tiredly

"Relax, I don't want to entertain you" Dovey turned her back on the redhead to take a small basket full of sweets and baked goods "I remembered that last week was Y/N's birthday, so I thought I'd give she her favorite desserts"

The basket reached Leonora's hands, who awkwardly gave a grimace, which she tried to pass off as a smile.

"Thanks suppose. I'll give it to her"

"All right. So… see you on Monday”

"See you on Monday" and just as the redhead walked back to the exit, Dovey's voice interrupted her again.

"By the way, tell Rose she did a good job." The brunette pointed at Leonora's notebook with her eyes, drawing a grunt from the redhead.

"Whatever"

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When Leonora had finally reached her house, she was surprised to find all the lights on; Normally, when she arrived at this time, the only light that was on was the one in the living room, where Y/N was reading a book.

Wearily she opened the door and stepped inside, letting the homey warmth and the smell of the oven reach her face.

The redhead didn't even have to make her arrival home known, to hear those little footsteps on the wood.

"Mom!"

Little Rose ran down the stairs, laughing, until she reached the open arms of the redhead, who quickly picked her up, thanking everyone for how small the girl was.

"Hello little monster"

From the back of the kitchen, the Dean's green eyes collided with Y/N's, causing the latter to show a beautiful smile, seeing the two girls together.

"You're late" Y/N joked

"Go to your room, beast, mommy and I have to talk"

The little girl quickly climbed back up, making the redheaded woman walk until her back was to her wife and hugging her hips.

“Blame it on Dovey” Y/N laughed as she took the food out of the oven “I'm serious Y/N, if I hear another 'Ever' complain again, I'm going to have to cut my ears off.”

“Relax, the good thing is that you are home now, and dinner is ready. Go call Rose, and set the table."

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Dinner was one of Leonora's favorite moments. The feeling of warmth, the delicious food, Y/N's voice along with Rose's giggles and games made her cold heart feel what the warmth of a true home is.

“Today I saw my friend Erick”

Until that wretch's name left Rose's little lips.

The story was very long and very exhausting to tell, but to summarize. Y/N had graduated as a great 'Ever', giving her first kiss to a handsome and gallant prince named Erick. As a good 'Ever', it only took her a few months to commit to the man. But when the man found out that a baby was on the way, he didn't hesitate for a second to abandon the woman with the baby.

Leonora met her almost two years later, while she was on an emergency trip through a town near the school.

She doesn't even remember what made her fall: Y/N's shy look or little baby Rose's babbling.

How had the jerk come to contact his women? Leonora had no idea, but she tried not to get into the subject. She just enjoyed the little girl.

"Really? And did you have a good time?" asked the redhead, seeing how everyone finished dinner, so she got up and took the dishes to wash them.

"Yes. But… I missed you, mom. I like hanging out with him, but I miss when you and I go out to play."

Yes, Leonora could confirm that Rose was one of the few people who could make her believe that she still has a heart.

"Oh honey" Y/N interrupted her by kissing the girl's head "the good thing is that mom is going on vacation, and they can go out to the field every day, to play"

"Don't forget Lily" commented the redhead causing both women to laugh

"Sure, let's not forget Lily"

The baby's cry began to sound, warning that he had woken up.

“Talking about the queen of Rome”

"Come Rose, let's go for her"

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"Are you ready to sleep?" Leonora asked as she tucked in the little girl, who was already beginning to yawn and rub her eyes.

"Yep"

"You stayed up very late today, little naughty" the redhead stroked her hair, trying to make her fall asleep even faster.

"I told mommy I wanted to wait for you"

"I know baby, thanks for waiting for me" the older woman planted a kiss on the girl's forehead.

"I love you so much mom"

"I love you too"

"Tell Lily and Mommy I love them too."

"They love you too, monster"

The girl quickly fell asleep, for which Leonora got up leaving the room, closing the door, to enter her own room, finding her wife and the little baby playing on the bed.

"You don't seem like she want to fall asleep anytime soon, do you?"

"She just wanted to see her mom"

Small emerald eyes met those of the taller woman, eliciting little squeals from the baby.

"Hello, little fairy"

Admitting that little Lily had come into this world thanks to Dovey's kindness and care (and magic), it was very difficult for the redhead to show her gratitude, so she decided that calling the baby 'fairy' was more than enough.

Out of the corner of her eye, the redhead could see how her wife was beginning to yawn, already very tired, and apparently, baby Lily had enough energy to keep her awake for a few more hours.

"My love, go to sleep, I'll take care of Lily" the woman murmured as she snatched the girl from her arms.

"No, I can…"

Leonora interrupted her wife's protests by planting a kiss on her lips and on her nose.

"Honey, you've already done a lot here, let me take care of my girls."

The woman soon fell asleep, so it was Leonora's job to play with the little girl to tire her out.

"Hey, beast, you have to shut your mouth, you're going to wake up mommy and your little sister"

The girl ignored it and tried again to stick her finger in her mother's nose, while she burst out laughing.

As much as she wanted to deny it, her heart vibrated every time she heard her youngest daughter's little laughs, as well as her oldest daughter's voice, and without a doubt, Y/N's kisses only put the garland on the cake.

Some time later, the baby was finally able to fall asleep, so the redhead quickly tucked the girl into her little crib and lay down on her own bed, but in the process, she woke up Y/N.

"Hmm, are the girls asleep yet?"

"Yes, sorry for waking you up"

"Don't worry, let's go to sleep"

A silence settled in the room, but still, Y/N could tell that her wife wasn't asleep.

"Leo, what's up?"

"Do you think… that they hate me?"

"What?"

"Girls, do you think they'll hate me when they find out I'm the dean of evil?"

Y/N got up so he could look at her wife's glassy eyes.

“My love, of course they won't hate you, you're their mother” Y/N began to caress Leonora's face, to keep her eyes from leaving her “You're their favorite person in the world, they love you. We love you, we know that you are not a bad woman. Even if you don't believe it yourself, we know you have a heart; that you feel, that you deserve affection, love. Nobody is completely good or bad, you are not black, nor am I white, we are both gray scales, and they will be able to see that "

The redhead gave her wife a smile and a kiss on the chin

"You know, I'm starting to think that I married you because you always know what to say."

Y/N started laughing as she planted kisses all over her wife's face.

"Admit it, you married me because you love me"

Both women lay back down, ready to go to sleep. Leonora embracing her wife's body from behind, planting kisses on the woman's bare shoulders.

"I love them, so much" confessed the redhead already half asleep

“Your family loves you twice as much”

Because it was known that evil could never have a happy ending.

But, no one is completely good, nor completely bad, and despite that, we all deserve a little love.

Leonora deserves a little love.

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[doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou]

Hi!

May I request a Lady Lesso x reader?

One where r is quite short (150 centimeters) and Lesso is just teasing r everytime?

Hope you have a good day!!

Oh, Lesso

> lady lesso x fem!reader

> requested? yes!

> content/warnings: other than L teasing R, nothing

> a/n: as someone who is 5'1", i humbly present myself as the subject of teasing for this fic 🙇🏻‍♀️

“I have this song that I just can't seem to remember the title.” You paced in front of Lesso's desk as she graded her students papers.

“Perhaps you could elaborate it more, dear.” Lesso looked up from the papers and leaned against her chair.

“It has something to do with eyes.” You clicked your fingers, trying to think about the lyrics and notes of the song.

Lesso raised an eyebrow at your explanation. Eyes. Where did Lesso hear a song with eyes as subjects? After a few minutes of thinking, something in Lesso clicked and she started chuckling.

Stopping from your movements, you turned to Lesso and gave her a questioning look. “What are you laughing at?”

“I think I've cracked what you are searching for, dearest.” Both of you leaning forward, you met halfway and asked. “Well, what is it?”

“Does the song contain lyrics like... “we're face to face, but we don't see eye to eye”?” Lesso mimicked the students she remembered singing the song at the hall during lunch.

Lesso's obvious teasing of your height didn't go unnoticed by you. She was right, it was the song you were searching for but she could've told you about it more gently, instead of poking at your lack of tallness.

Rolling your eyes, you leaned back and took a seat at one of the chairs. “Ha ha, very funny.”

“Oh it is to me, dear.”

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“Ah, Yuba.” Lesso stood up and called Yuba as the meeting ended. “Just the person I'm looking for.”

Yuba narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms. Whatever Lesso was planning, he knows he's about to do something for her that he doesn't want to. “What is it?” He asked whilst walking towards the redhead.

“Do you, possibly, have a monkey in the forest?”

Furrowing his brows, Yuba uncrossed his arms and tilted his head. “A monkey?” you, Dovey, and Yuba asked simultaneously.

“Why would you need a monkey, Lesso?” Dovey asked as she neared Yuba's figure.

Waving her hands, Lesso pursed her lips in concentration. “I overheard that to properly talk to short people, you would need a monkey to raise them up. A little like Lion King if you ask me.”

Knowing that Lesso was teasing you, you gave a huff and grabbed your papers then stomped out of the room, but not without giving Lesso a heated glare.

Shaking her head, Dovey pulled Yuba towards the exit. “Oh, Lesso.”

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“Tell us a bit more about you, Y/N.” Uma coaxed you whilst putting down her wine glass.

It was a weekend and the faculty of both the Good and Evil were having a team building that consisted of bottles of wine, champagne, and whiskey.

Clearing your throat, you glanced at Lesso and started. “Well, when I was little–”

“You mean yesterday?”

Closing your eyes, you let out a breath and downed your wine. “Careful. Underage drinking is prohibited.”

“That's it!” you slammed your empty glass and stood up, leaving the room.

Uma glanced at Lesso and rolled her eyes at the redhead's smiling face. “For the love of– Lesso!”

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“Princess? Are you here?”

Lesso knocked on your quarters door, looking for any sign of you being in there. Truthfully, she was going to apologize. Dovey made sure of it by scolding and giving Lesso a much needed sermon.

“Go the fuck away, Leonora.” Lesso heard behind the door. She knew she fucked up when you used her first name, so without thinking, Lesso opened your door and waltz inside.

Once she was inside, she saw you sprawled on the living room floor, with flower petals around you. “Oh my love, have you been cutting rose heads?”

“What do you think?” you snapped at Lesso and sat up. “Did these petals somehow end up here in my living room magically?”

“I–”

Growling at the redhead, you stood up and kicked the petals on your feet. “Grow the fuck up, Lesso.”

“I sure did.” Lesso winced at her mouth's automatic response and sighed. “I'm sorry, it became a habit.” She walked towards you and took your hands in hers.

“I apologize for teasing you all the time.”

Huffing, you looked up at Lesso with wide eyes. “Why do you even do it?” you shook her hands off yours and sat down on the couch.

“It's the only way for you to look at me.”

Scoffing at the Lesso's words, you crossed your arms and bit your lip. “I always look at you.”

“Not in the way I want you to.” Lesso confessed as she sat down beside you.

“How'd you know if you weren't looking?” You glanced at her and moved closer, almost cuddling the redhead beside you.

“I– uh– I didn't know.” Lesso fiddled with her cane and copied your movements.

Giving her a kiss on the cheek, you sighed. “Oh, Lesso.”

[athenodora-sulpicia-writer]

Lady Lesso x Pregnant Fem Reader

Lesso: It's not happening.

Reader: Why not?

Lesso: because I said so.

Reader: Who put you in charge of this relationship?

*with a devilish grin Lesso leans over the reader*

Lesso: Don't forget I'm the dean of Evil darling and I'm also not the one who's pregnant.

Reader: Yeah, you'd think being the one who's pregnant, you'd get the final say.

Lesso: It's not my fault your pregnant Princess.

Reader: (sarcastically) yet your the other parent and you share just as much DNA with this baby as I do.

*Dovey storms in annoyed from all the arguing*

Dovey: Oh for all that is Good! Why are you two arguing again?

Reader: (pouting with arms folded) Lesso Won't let me name the baby.

Dovey: Lesso that's mean, your not the one carrying the little royal.

Lesso: Fine she can pick the bloody name.

Dovey: (to the reader) It's definitely you who's pregnant right?

*Lesso stares daggers at Dovey*

Reader: Thank you and just so you know the baby will be called: Vivienne Elizabeth Marie Lesso.

Lesso: (Walking over to the reader) I suppose it is a lovely name.

*Lesso than places her hand on her girlfriend's baby bump and smiles fondly, she then smiles wider and gets excited when the baby kicks*