#Dovey

[weepingdove]

[xx-state-of-mind-xx]

Dovey: We call that a traumatic event.

Dovey, turning to Agatha: Not a 'bruh moment'.

Dovey, turning to Sophie: Not a 'ratio + L'.

Dovey, turning to Lesso: And definitely not an 'oof LMAO'.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

1,12,63 prompts with bottom or switch lesso

Caught in Your Web ~Younger!Bottom!Leonora Lesso xFem Dominatrix!Reader ~College AU

Summary— College AU where Clarissa and her friends go out clubbing, and Clarissa drags her roommate, Leonora with her. What Leonora doesn’t expect is Reader, the caretaking, mysterious bartender… Anon Response— Hi hi hi anon!! Thank you for the request! I really got into this fic, hope you enjoy ♥️

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#1. “You think you can top me?”

#12. “Oh my... I’m... uh... speechless..”

#63. “I’m… I’m afraid I might hurt/break you…”

Warnings: implied NSFW, implied smut, implied bdsm themes, little age gap (all legal), little angst, fluff, kissing, alcohol consumption, teasing, flustering, dom/sub implied relations, top/bottom talk, implied future bdsm/smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

The clubs music was ringing in Leonora’s ears as Dovey dragged the redhead in and through the raging crowd. Clarissa pulled Leonora to a corner table, where a couple of Clarissa’s friend where already waiting for them.

Dover’s girls screamed in delight as Clarissa came to the standing table, Leonora behind her. They said their giggling hellos and how are yous, before Clarissa introduced Leonora to the group.

“Girls… this is my roommate, Leo!!” Clarissa exclaimed, showing Leonora off to the table of squealing young women.

Clarissa’s girls all greeted Leonora, but then quickly moved on to hushed gossip as well as the agreed decision to acquire some shots.

Leonora rolled her eyes slightly and rolled her eyes. One of the girls was quick to go grab the first of many round of shots from the bartender, returning to the girls and passing the liquid courage out.

Leonora grumbled as she took the shot being passed to her. Clarissa looked her to Leo, giving her a firm look saying ‘C’mon be cool, these are my friends’.

Leonora rolled her eyes again before downing her shot with the rest of the group. This routine went on for what felt like hours. The girls would gossip for a while, then get more shots, then gossip again, then shots…

After the fifth or six round, Leonora was ready to throw up. She had never drank this much tequila before… She managed to get away and stumble up to the bar, sitting on a stool and looking at you in desperation.

You finished making a cocktail for some rando, noticing the desperate look in Leonora’s eyes. You immediately came over to Leonora, the bar separating the two of you, to make sure she was okay.

“Hey, Darling. Are you alright, can I get you anything?” You asked the redhead.

She keeled over her seat a little, wrapping her arms around her stomache.

“Oh God…” Leonora groaned, suddenly getting the urge to vomit.

You immediately recognized that drunken look and were quick to grab a bucket and hand it to the woman. Leonora took it quickly and emptied out the contents of her stomache into it with a long groan.

Aftewards, she felt slightly better, but not completely relieved. Leonora looked back at you, mumbling a thank you, and offered the bucket back.

“No no, keep it, ‘hun. I have a feeling you’ll need it again.” You reassured the redhead.

Leonora pursed her lips together and nodded.

“Here, let me get you some cold water…” You told her, being cut off by another customer before you could call the woman another pet name.

You swiftly made the person’s drink, before grabbing the redhead and ice water, and sliding it over to her.

“Thank you…” Leonora breathed out, slowly sipping the water.

“Of course, no problem, babe.” You comforted her, “The name’s Y/N.”

This made Leonora blush lightly. But she immediately masked it.

“I’m Leonora…” she spoke, accompanied by a light groan.

You gave Leonora a smile and told her that you’d serve some other customers and be back to check on her soon. She have you another thanks and continued sipping her water.

To be honest, you had noticed Leonora when she had been dragged into the club. You had watched her stand uncomfortably with that group of straight, preppy college girls. You had rolled your eyes when she was made of take those shots. And you weren’t surprised when she’d come stumbling to you after that much tequila.

You helped a handful of customers with their drinks, having to cut off a couple people as well as the night went on, eventually making it back to Leonora.

“How you doing, ‘Nora…? Can I call you ‘Nora?” You asked the woman.

The nickname made the redhead smile a little. She nodded.

“Mm okay… You were right. I did need the bucket again. Multiple times. Thanks…” Leonora breathed out in thanks.

You bit your lip and nodded.

“Anytime. How are you feeling…? Need more water?”

“Sick…” Leonora groaned, “More water would be great”

You chuckled, “Yea that makes sense. I saw you taking those peer pressure shots like there was no tomorrow…”

Leonora looked away at your words. She didn’t want to think about those girls. They hadn’t even noticed her absence.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to lower the mood…” you comforted, putting your hand on hers on the bar and squeezing it in reassurance.

Leonora met your again, smiling lightly, and nodding.

“No you’re right…” she breathed out.

You pulled your hand away, and Leonora found herself missing your touch.

“I’ll get you that water, sweetheart.” You said, “And I’m here if you need anything else.”

Leonora nodded once more and yet again thanked you. You got the woman another water, then having to serve more of the other customers again.

All while doing so, you kept side glancing back to Leonora. She certainly was your type… She was naturally a beauty. You could tell she was fierce. And smart. And she looked damn good in that dress…

But you put your personally feelings aside. You had a job to do, and she was also so drunk, she was sick.

Throughout the rest of the night, Leonora stayed in the corner stool of the bar, only getting up for bathroom breaks or vomiting into the bucket. You two got into a routine of you bringing her more water and the two of you having conversation. You even gave her some pain meds along with some vitamins from your own personal stash to help the woman sober up.

Towards the end of the night, you started to close up tabs and pay our customers. It wasn’t closing time yet, you still had like two hours, but the less hardcore partiers were starting to filter out.

From your side eye, you could see the girls that had dragged Leonora out clubbing, they were still on the dancefloor, flat out drunk and hollering expletives along with the music.

Leonora had began to get over her drunken nausea. She was now sitting at the bar, watching you as you made drinks and took payments. When the bar hit a lull, you sauntered back over to Leonora, to check in with the woman.

“How ya’ doing, ‘Nora?” You hummed, cleaning off some glasses as you talked to the redhead.

Leonora was taking a drink from her water, she hummed, and finished her gulp before answering.

“Better. Thank you” the redhead breathed out.

You hummed and nodded.

Leonora then asked something offhand,

“Do you get hit on a lot…?”

Your gaze flicked from the glass you were cleaning to the woman in a split second.

“Yea I do…” you spoke, “It’s kinda an expected part of the job… why?”

Leonora shrugged her shoulders.

“I saw a couple guys try their luck tonight with you and from what I could see, you turned them all down… I assume your partner doesn’t take a liking to that…” She explained.

You smirked and chuckled lightly. This made Leonora quirk her brow up lightly in amusement.

“What…?” She asked curiously.

“Well… for one, I’m gay.” You enlightened Leonora,

This made the redhead’s eyes widen and her mouth form a silent Ohhh.

“And second, I don’t have a partner.” You finished your thought.

This puzzled Leonora a bit. How could a stunning bartender like you, not have a girlfriend…??

You registered the shocked look on the redheads face, making you chuckle even more.

“I know, I know… How could I be single…??” You joked with a chuckle, waving your hands in the air for dramatic effect.

This made Leonora chuckle lightly as well. You put the clean and dried glasses aside, grabbing the next rack of soapy glasses that needed cleaning next.

“What about you? You got a girlfriend…?” You asked.

Leonora’s breath hitched and her eyes widened slightly again.

You knew she was…?

“I—umm… No, well… it’s complicated…” Leonora stammered, nervously looking back and forth from you over to Clarissa who was grinding away on the dancefloor.

“That’ your complicated girl?” You asked with a chuckle, indicating over to Clarissa, who was dancing wildly and screaming the lyrics of the current song, “The one who dragged you in here…?”

Leonora pursed her lips, blushed lightly, and nodded.

“Mmmm I see. Yea, that looks complicated…” you hum with a sigh, still cleaning your glassware.

Leonora went silent and just in that moment, another customer on the other end of the bar called for your attention. You sighed, putting your rack of glasses aside. Telling Leonora that you’d be back to check on her soon and that you’d get her another water, you went over to help the small but growing line of people.

Finally, after the small rush of customers, you made it back to Leonora’s side of the bar, grabbing your glassware rack again and starting back up in cleaning them. Your eyes wandered back over to the complicated brunette that Leonora was ensnared in. You watched her dance and move around drunkenly. Your gaze then came back to Leonora.

“She’s the top, right…?” You said with a light smirk.

Leonora chocked on her water nearly spitting it all the way up. Her entire face went red and and she desperately trie for get her breathing back under control.

“I— w-why would you… say that…?” Leonora stammered in a little bit of a mock offended tone.

You chuckled and smirked at the redhead in amusement.

“Just a hunch.” You hummed, shrugging your shoulders lightly.

“Humph. Well you’re wrong… I’m such a top” Leonora pouted with a huff, “I could even do you…!”

Your left eyebrow quirked up in amusement and questioning at the redheads statement. You stopped cleaning the glass in your hand.

“You think you can top me?” You asked bluntly, meeting the redheads gaze unabashedly.

“I—well…” Leonora stammered and looked away under your intense gaze.

Her cheeks flushed red and you smirked lightly to yourself.

“That’s what I thought…” you hummed, please with yourself.

Leonora grumbled a little, crossing her arms, but said nothing much else on the subject.

“Don’t torture yourself over it, ‘hun…” you hummed to the redhead reassuringly, “I’m a dom at Lilith’s Den in my free time.”

Leonora flickered her gaze up to you in an instant.

“Lilith’s Den, as in you’re a…” she breathed out in stammering verbiage, “a dominatrix…?”

You pursed your lips and smirked wickedly, quirking your brows and nodding at Leonora. Leonora sucked in a breath and squirmed in her seat a little.

“Oh my... I’m... uh... speechless..” Leonora whimpered.

You then smiled softly at the woman, placing your hand on hers which was on the bar, squeezing its reassuringly.

“Don’t stress it. That’s completely normal, ‘hun.” You reassured the woman, then giving her a cheeky wink.

Before you were called back to the other paying customers, letting go of the redheads hand. You watched Leonora out of the corner of your eye while you worked. Now she was watching your every move…

Last calls eventually came around. You started to close out all accounts from the night. You were having one guy sign his check, and when you looked up into the expanse of the club, you realized that Leonora’s complicated friend Clarissa and her group of girls had left. You gritted your teeth together, and had to take a deep breath, before you closed out everyone else.

Soon, Leonora was the only one left and it was a couple minutes after close.

“Alright ‘Nor… It’s been fun, but I have to finish up closing and you need to get home…” you sighed, coming towards the redhead, still on the opposite end of the bar.

Leonora hummed and nodded in agreement, but looked sad. Her pout got to you.

“Let me finish up, and I’ll walk you out and get you a cab, hmmm…?” You offered.

The redhead smiled lightly and nodded.

“Thank you” she breathed out.

You nodded and told her it was no issue. It took you about 15 more minutes before you grabbed your things and were ready to go.

Leonora stood up on her wobbly legs, and you linked your arm to hers, guiding her towards the door and outside. You both shivered outside in the cold. You hailed a taxi and opened the door for Leonora.

Leonora thanked you again, but before she got in, she turned to you and pressed her lips flush against yours. You were shocked but content with the light kiss.

You both naturally pulled away.

“Join me…?” Leonora breathed out in a whisper.

You sucked your breath in and looked away in concern, biting your lip. You took a deep breath and meet Leonora’s gaze once more.

“Not tonight, ‘hun…” you sighed.

Leonora’s face pouted and she looked dejected and down.

“I… why…? Did I do something..?” She breathed out.

“No no, you’re perfect, ‘Nor—! I just…” you sighed again, “I’m… I’m afraid I might hurt or break you tonight.” You explained.

Leonora met your gaze with glossy eyes, with a light smile now on her face from your compliment.

“Maybe you can come visit me at Lilith’s one day…” you comforted the woman.

This idea seemed to perk Leonora up. She agreed and with that, she got into her cab, and it drove away.

You watched on the sidewalk as the cab drove into the distance. You sighed again.

God… in a matter of one night, you were completely hooked…

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Leonora Lesso Masterlist

[ytace]

Just A Dean's Job

This took me awhile, And rather Late for a Christmas post. But I got "The villain giving presents in secret" type of idea in my mind and decided to put it to good use

[Song Recommended to listen while Reading]

Pairings: Student Reader X Leonora Lesso X Clarissa Dovey [Platonic, Can be Parental Dovesso]

Warning: NIL

Summary: It was Christmas night, students were all sleeping. The Two Dean's decided to be the schools Secret Santas and both caught each other in the midst of their plans.

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It was a chilly winter night at the School for Good and Evil, where the sound of distant winds howling through the trees had settled into an eerie calm. The snow outside lay thick upon the ground, and the moonlight glimmered against the frozen landscape like a thousand tiny diamonds.

Inside, the school was quiet—eerily quiet for a place that usually thrummed with life and magic. Students, both Good and Evil, were tucked safely in their dorms, fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the two figures moving through the halls in secret..

Lady Leonora Lesso, the strict and imposing Dean of Evil, had always carried an air of severity, yet there was something softer in her step tonight. Moving through the night with a quiet grace. Her dark, flowing robes swished as she walked, her boots making soft tapping sounds on the stone floors.

In her arms, she cradled a pile of carefully wrapped gifts. She would be using her magic if it weren’t for the fact that she wasn’t willing to wake up the students who were light sleepers, knowing the glow from her fingertips would only be attracting attention.

With a sigh she moved down the hallway, internally muttering about how inconvenient and embarrassing it is for someone like her to be doing such things.

Thinking that She was the first to arrive, as always, there was the grand Christmas tree that stood proudly in the center of the room. The tree was adorned with twinkling lights, glittering ornaments, and strands of gold tinsel—everything a student could imagine for the holidays…

As she neared the grand hall, Lesso’s heart skipped a beat. There, just ahead of her, was a familiar figure— Dovey the Dean of the School for Good.

���Shit.” She muttered as She tries to hide herself behind the pile of presents she was carrying, moving slowly away from the area that Dovey was at.

Dovey was placing down a Large box with a tag that simply read: To the students of good. Just Right before she turned and caught Lesso in the act.

“Lesso..?” Dovey thought to herself as she could not believe her own eyes, the thought of Lesso who’s always feared by everyone is giving out gifts in the middle of the night seemed almost amusing and hilarious to her.

Her blonde hair falling in loose waves around her shoulders, as her eyes lit up with mischief in her mind the moment Lesso made Eye contact with her.

"Well, well," Dovey said, her voice a soft tease, "looks like I’m not the only one with a secret." She said as she walks towards her.

"Dovey," she said, her voice was stiff as she tries to hide her true emotions.

“I wasn’t aware we have another Secret Santa in this school..”

“And No one needs to know.” Lesso said almost immediately, cutting her off out of embarrassment.

“And here I thought you didn't believe in Christmas."

"I do not," Lesso replied curtly, "But I do believe in duty. And this," she gestured to the pile of gifts in her hands, "is my duty tonight. The students of Evil must have something to wake up to in the morning."

“Uh huh.. Definitely something that the Dean for the school of evil do..”

Lesso glared at her, but there was no real heat behind it. "You will not speak of this to anyone," she said firmly. "This is a secret between the two of us. No one must know."

Dovey’s laughter rang softly through the hall. “Let’s keep it that way, shall we? As much as I would love to be telling everyone about how the great evil dean is actually Santa Claus in disguise.. it would ruin the magic wouldn’t it?”

“Of course.. we wouldn’t want to ruin that silly little make believe that the students still believe in.” Lesso scowled.

“And I didn’t expect you to be so sentimental. You’ve certainly got a soft spot for the little ones, don’t you?”

“I am not some sentimental fool,” Lesso said, though the slightest hint of affection could be heard in her voice. “I simply understand the importance of ensuring the students are inspired and motivated… even if they don’t realize it.”

“Ah, of course," Dovey replied, her eyes glinting with playful curiosity. "Because the students of the School for Evil have been so good this year, haven't they?" She exaggerated the word good, letting the playful jab hang in the air.

“You’re insufferable.” Lesso scoffed before she adjusted her long dark cloak and crouched beside the tree, placing small packages under the boughs with painstaking precision. Despite her stern exterior and reputation as one of the most formidable figures in the school, tonight she was an entirely different person.

There were many presents she carried, every present has its own unique charm to it. As if it was wrapped carefully to the students likings and personalities.

Some of which had ribbons in dark, Gothic hues. While some, had cute intricate designs of snowflakes tied with golden ribbons. She knew the nuances of each one's personality, their desires, their little quirks — Observed through conducting classes and teaching them for quite some time.

After placing all of the individual gifts under the tree, She carefully placed the last gift. A beautifully wrapped box with a tag that simply read: To the students of Evil.

Dovey bent down, picking up a gift from the floor and eyeing it with a playful grin. "I have to admit, Leonora, I didn’t expect to catch you in the act. I thought for sure you’d be asleep by now, plotting how to ruin everyone's holiday spirit."

Lesso sighed, as if to imply that she was forced to participate in these small acts of kindness against her will. But her eyes were betraying her hidden emotions. “I’d better been well off as the Grinch then.” She joked.

“The grinch who stole Christmas?” Dovey lets out a stifled laughter, as she walked towards Lesso.

“But even at the end of the story, he still cares.. No matter how evil he tries to be”

Boop!-

Dovey tapped her finger lightly on Lesso’s nose, before giving her a playful grin.

“You know.. It’s actually nice to see a different side of you, Leonora. You don’t let anyone see it, but I know you care about them..”

What Dovey said seems to strike a chord in her, as her gaze subtly shifted to the students' sleeping quarters. Each one of them sleeping peacefully, tugged in their beds.. Some slept in a disheveled posture which seem to almost bring out a slight tug on the side of her lips

"You’re allowed to enjoy this, too. It’s Christmas, after all."

“I suppose you’re right. It’s easy to forget, sometimes in all this…

— She replied while weaving one of her hands, gesturing to the bright lights and Christmas decorations around her. Though she couldn’t help but glance over at Dovey with a slight barely visible smirk.

“But don’t think this means I’ll start celebrating every holiday with you, Dovey. I have my pride.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” Dovey laughed lightly, her voice full of warmth. “I wouldn’t dream of forcing that on you. Though, my door is always open.” She said with a grin on her face.

The room fell quiet, a comfortable ambience. As if everything fell perfectly in place.

“Merry Christmas, Lesso..”

Lesso’s eyes softened, there was a brief silence before followed by a reply that is soft but audible to the person standing beside her.

“Merry Christmas, Dovey.”

Was that a small smile, From the imposing Dean?.. Well, We would never know. All that we know is that the two of them shared the same goals, bathing in the fuzzy feeling of bringing a bit of joy to the students. They stood for a moment, looking down at the tree with its growing pile of gifts, and for the first time in a long time, both felt a little lighter..

"Ready to go, Santa?" Dovey asked with a teasing grin, nudging Lesso playfully as they both stood back to admire their work.

Lesso rolled her eyes feigning annoyance, before chuckling softly "After you, Dovey."

And with that, Both headmistresses slipped away into the shadows. Disappearing into the quiet halls of the School for Good and Evil, Knowing that the students would wake up the next morning to find their Christmas gifts under the Glowing tree..

.~.

It was now Christmas morning, and for the first time in a long time, there was a sense of peace in the air. The students had been awake for only a few minutes, stirring from their slumber in their cozy dormitories. As they began to trickle into the Great Hall for their early breakfast, a curious sight greeted them.

Under the enormous Christmas tree, surrounded by glimmering decorations and flickering candles, were dozens of neatly wrapped presents—each one labeled with the student’s name. The silver and black ribbons, the sparkles of glitter, the way the gifts seemed to glow with a secret magic… it was as if the very essence of Christmas had been carefully arranged for them.

“OH MY GOD! GUYS! YOU’VE GOT TO SEE THIS!” one of the students called out from the Great Hall, which caused a ripple of students rushing through the hallway wanting to get a good look of the commotion.

You followed along blindly, only curious to want to know what was happening. Until you reached the Great Hall..

“Presents?! We get presents!!?” One of your friends was in shock, similar to all the other students who had just entered the hall. The students' chatter filled the room, but none of them had yet questioned who could possibly have placed the presents there. They all just assumed it was a Christmas miracle, as many children do when magic is at play. None of them knew the true masterminds behind this holiday surprise.

“This one is yours” one of the student held out the two nicely wrapped presents and placed them on the floor near to you before they continued to rummage through the crowd full of students who were either squatting on the floor or bent downwards trying to find their own gifts.

You bent down to grab the two small package with your name written in elegant, curvy script.

Meanwhile. In the back of the hall, near the large stone fireplace, two figures stood with quiet smiles—Lady Leonora Lesso and Lady Dovey. Both of them were watching the scene unfold, content and almost sentimental.

Lesso let out a small, amused breath as the students began to crowd around the tree, unwrapping gifts with joy. “How Noisy.. I’m starting to regret my decisions on giving them presents now.”

Dovey lets out a soft laugh, “I know you don’t mean it Leonora, admit that you enjoy seeing them happy. Besides, they are just eager to know who mysteriously gave them presents.”

For a moment, your gaze met Dovey's. She smiled at you softly, her gaze flicking towards the gifts that you were holding on your hands. As if she was anticipating you to open it.

You looked away quickly, unsure if you’d imagined it, but the feeling remained— a quiet assumption thinking that they were the ones who had placed the presents there. But you had no evidence nor proof that it was them.

Lesso's lips curled into a slight smile, looking at your expression that was filled with unspoken assumptions. “Let them wonder, The mystery is half the fun after all...”

“What’s wrong? Were you not expecting Santa to give you a present?” Dovey’s voice reached you from the doorway, teasing you slightly at your expression. “We’ll be here if you need us.”Her tone was soft, and gentle.

Though Lesso did not say a single word, she placed a finger to her lips. A soft and unspoken gesture that speaks volumes.

Noticing the subtle indirect hint of that action, you felt a faint, almost imperceptible tug in your chest.

The realization hits. The gifts were from the Deans…

"Do you think they know?" Dovey asked quietly, as she gazed to Lesso.

"I doubt it," Lesso replied playfully, her voice low but laced with an unreadable warmth.

"But I don’t think they need to."

Dovey’s smile widened. "Perhaps not."

As the students continued to unwrap their gifts with wonder, the two Deans exchanged a quiet glance, a silent understanding between them.

And for just a moment, as you stood there under the tree, surrounded by the quiet magic of the school, you understood. Sometimes, the most powerful gestures of all were the ones left unspoken..

[nitemirz]

pirate/siren dovesso commission! my favourite dovesso thing i made so far ngl oomf galaxy brain for commissioning me

[snakeskins-world]

Dovey:are we flirting or fighting?

Lesso:I'm holding you against the wall and threatening you!

Dovey:THAT DOESN'T ANSWER MY QUESTION!

[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.

[inlovewithgreta]

Quick & Quiet — Clarissa Dovey x Fem!Reader

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Synopsis: You test Clarissa to see how quiet she can be.

Warnings: Praise, minor degradation, semi-public sex, fingering, cunnilingus, dom! reader, etc…

Word Count: 2k

a/n: hey guys, so this is another dom reader idea that I had, I know most of my writing is sub reader but I’m trying my best to do some different things. let me know if you guys want more dom reader in the future!

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

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"I've been looking for you, darling." You let out a sigh of relief at the sight of familiar curly haired locks.

"Oh!" The brunette slightly jumps, your sudden appearance catching her off guard. "One of these days you're going to give me a heart attack." She laughed to herself, hiding a hand behind her back as she turned to face you.

"I knew I could find my little bookworm in the library of all places." You say, leaning against the bookshelf.

"Well you've found me." She smiled sweetly.

"What are you up to down here?" You ask with a quizzical brow.

"Just uh– just browsing."

She was lying.

And you knew she was lying because your sweet Clarissa always had a tell.

Her eyes would immediately avoid your gaze, and her lashes would flicker faster than usual. It was honestly cute, and you didn't have the heart to tell her she was a bad liar.

"Then show me what's in your hand there." You pointed to the hand still hiding behind her back from your view.

"It's nothing," She attempted to take a step back, only for you to take another step towards her with a smirk.

Clarissa's eyes fell to the floor in embarrassment when she brought the book she was reading into your view.

Fifty Shades of Grey.

Your smirk only deepened, your tongue flicking over the bottom lip as you gaze at her flushed figure.

"My my, what do we have here?" You open the book to the bookmark she had left to mark her spot. Eyes scanned the dialogue, immediately lighting up when you read the filthy smut covering the pages. "Is this how you want to be treated? Like the woman in the book?" You shut the book swiftly with one hand, tilting your head at the end of your question.

"I–" Her face immediately grew a shade darker, rounded cheeks covered with a deep blush. "Sometimes I think about it. . ."

"About what, exactly?" You teased her, body slipping even closer to hers as you spoke.

Clarissa looked around, making sure nobody was in listening distance before she spoke, "About you treating me like– like a–" She cleared her throat, visibly embarrassed by her own dirty thoughts.

"Slut?"

The brunette pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, nodding her head slowly.

"Oh baby, all you had to do was ask." You tuck a stray curl behind her ear, and lean forward, lowering your voice before you speak again, "Let's try it right now, shall we?" Clarissa immediately met your gaze with wide-eyes when you took hold of her hand and guided her to the most abandoned corner of the room behind a plethora of bookshelves.

"R-Right here?!"

"Right here. Right now."

You sank to the floor in front of her, knees hitting the scratchy carpet below you, and tossing the book to the side.

"Don't you want to be my little slut? Getting fucked by your girlfriend in the library seems like a good way to test your limits." You glide your fingertips under Clarissa's dress and up her smooth leg. "Not only do we have the possibility of getting caught, but it would be you who would lead someone in this direction if you're not quiet." She whimpered when your hand cupped her center, her arousal prominently soaking through her underwear. "But that thought turns you on, doesn't it? Having to be quiet when we both know you're a screamer. . ." Clarissa let out another small whimper when your fingers rubbed against her clit.

"Please–" She begged, hands frantically grabbing at her dress to lift it so you could get underneath.

"I know you can do better than that, 'Rissa." You teased the brunette whose lips were now formed into a pout.

"Please just–" She looked around once more, making sure the coast was clear before she continued, "Just fuck me already. I'll show you how quiet I can be. How good I can be for you right now. Just please, please touch me more. I need you inside me. I'm so wet for you. Please. . ." She let out a shaky breath of relief when your smirk only widened before you snuck under dress.

Clarissa had to quickly hold onto the edge of the shelf for support when you threw her leg over your shoulder. You left small kisses along her beautiful dark skin, inching your way up to her thigh. You knew you should take it easy on her, after all this was her first time doing it in public, but the devil in you wanted to test her. You nibbled at her thigh, eliciting a gasp that was followed by a quiet moan.

You couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction, already shocked by how quiet she was so far. But then again, you had only just begun. A finger hooked under her panties, moving the soaked fabric to the side to allow you better access. Her arousal was quick to drip down her inner thigh as you came face to face with her glistening pussy.

Your mouth attached to her clit, sucking and flicking your tongue against her sensitive bud, eliciting a plethora of sounds out of Clarissa's parted lips. A hand immediately flew to her mouth, in hopes to quiet down the ungodly sounds that she felt were about to escape past her lips.

Under her massive dress, air was constricting and heat only grew hotter with each passing second. You were glad you had good breath control because passing out was not an option in a scenario like this one.

With one last flick to her clit, you flattened your tongue to run a strip up her folds. You kept a steady hand at her hip, ensuring to keep her from falling, as you knew she always became weak in the knees when it came to you doing anything remotely to her. She became putty in your hands at just the smallest of touches.

Her head lulled back against the bookshelf, accidentally knocking over an unopened book that fell to the floor with a thud. "Fuck. . ." Clarissa's voice was just above a whisper, just loud enough for you to hear and hold back a smirk at the uncommon expletive that came from her mouth.

"You're supposed to be quiet," You teased, dragging a finger down her cunt.

"It's kind of hard when–" She gasped, cutting her words short when a finger slipped past her entrance. Her body was quick to meet with your thrust, earning a raised brow from you.

"Oh baby, it's only about to get harder for you." You blew cold breath against her cunt, causing a shiver to run up Clarissa's spine, even as she was on the edge of breaking a sweat.

A second finger slid past her entrance, Clarissa's nails digging into the wooden shelf, leaving scratch marks in their wake. Her chest heaved at the curve of your fingers, hitting just the right spot that had her knee nearly buckle at the new sensation.

"Oh my god. . ." She whimpered, voice completely muffled by her manicured hand.

Your mouth expertly worked her clit, sucking and flicking as your fingers picked up their own pace. Clarissa tightened around your fingers as she came a moment later, her arousal dripping down your forearm as you kept your pace, not stopping her at one.

You hummed as you tasted her, thighs heavily pressed together for some sort of friction for yourself.

Clarissa had to make sure the coast was clear once more after a throaty moan escaped past her lips, a bit louder than she had originally hoped, but was glad to see the area still empty. It was eerily quiet around you, besides the moans coming from the brunette and the wetness between her thighs that only grew with each thrust of your fingers.

You quickened your pace, edging Clarissa towards her second orgasm that only made her moans and whimpers of pleasure grow more frequent and louder.

"Is my little dove already close again? Tsk tsk." You clicked your tongue, nipping at the soft flesh along her inner thigh before soothing it with your tongue. A smirk flashed across your lips at the darkened mark along her skin.

"Yes– Please don't stop! Fuck." She murmured between heavy breaths.

Beads of sweat not only formed along her forehead, but yours as well at the level of hotness beneath her gown.

You weren't sure how much longer you could kneel in the heat, but you could feel her tightening around your fingers once more, and you knew she was on the edge.

"Come for me, 'Rissa."

Your mouth returned to her cunt, sending Clarissa into a spiral. She had to bite down on a finger to suppress the squeal that threatened to get the two of you caught. Your movements gradually slowed as you helped the brunette ride out her high. Her chest heaved as she attempted to catch her breath.

Once you knew she had finished, you slipped your fingers away and replaced them with your tongue, lapping up the juices from her pussy. You slid Clarissa's underwear back in place just as she lifted her dress to help you crawl out into the colder air.

"I can't believe we just did that," Clarissa giggled, completely in a daze.

"And you're lucky nobody was around to hear you." You took the hand she held out for you to help you get to your feet. "Like I said, you're a screamer." You smirked before she pulled you into a heated kiss. Your hands grabbed at her hips, pulling her body closer to you as you nipped at her bottom lip.

Her face was red from blushing by the time the two of you broke from the kiss, eyes fluttering as she attempted to find the right words to say in retaliation, but failing to do so when she opened her mouth and nothing came out.

You leaned your mouth to her ear and lowered your voice, "Don't be embarrassed, sweet girl. We'll just have to continue working on it until I can fuck you into oblivion without the worry of somebody hearing those whorish moans when I have you coming along my fingers." You teased her, eliciting a small whimper from the curly haired woman in front of you at just the mere thought of doing this again.

You had helped her tidy herself back up before you left the small corner of the library, only to run into Lesso by the entrance who not only noticed the heavy blush on Clarissa's face, but the sweat along your forehead that was strange in a room that had air conditioning. Clarissa froze, eyes avoiding Lesso's gaze that only helped confirm the redhead's suspicions as you attempted to stop yourself from laughing at the situation.

"You're welcome for clearing the library for you." Lesso smirked as she spoke, "I knew I wasn't just hearing things when I heard Dovey over here whimpering." She chuckled, "You two can thank me later. Just make sure nobody is around the next time you two can't keep your hands off of each other for more than two seconds." She toyed with Clarissa, and that's when you let out the laugh you were suppressing. Clarissa looked over at you with wide-eyes at your not embarrassed reaction.

"Will do, Leo. Perhaps Dovey here just needs some extra help keeping quiet," You toyed with the brunette's stray curls, twisting the hair around your finger. "Help that not only me, but someone else can possibly give as well if they were ever interested."

Lesso bit her bottom lip in contemplation, raising an intrigued brow at your proposal.

"And I'm not the only one that has thought about it, isn't that right, darling?" You gazed at Clarissa who gulped, heart quickening at your admission, not expecting you to actually say something to Lesso about the multiple conversations the two of you had about asking her to join in.

"Okay," Was all Lesso said before her smirk deepened as she turned around and left the library, leaving you with the same expression as her, and Clarissa with a flushed face as you both watched her leave.

[boo628]

A gente não está comentando sobre as olhadas lascivas de Lesso pra Clarissa?!

O Gif é apenas um DOS exemplos rs

[hyperloverofhyperfixations]

Okay fineeee you caught me-

I am finishing Heartstopper AND starting Gilmore Girls at the same time...

So yes! I'm knee deep in cute Nick and Charlie moments (and cute moments in general cause the whole show is so precious) WHILE also just having witnessed Max Medina send Lorelai 1000 yellow daisies (if they don't make it please don't tell me rn😖)

So also yes! Maybe I'm in a sappy mood 🫠

[weepingdove]

Words of wisdom from Peter S. Beagle’s facebook account ✧₊⁺

[xx-state-of-mind-xx]

Agatha: I always keep a bat by my bed.

Sophie: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Anemone: I sleep with a knife.

Dovey: Ho ho ho, the three of you are pathetic.

Agatha: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Dovey: Lesso.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

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 🫰🏻♥️

Extra Credit ~Dovesso xFem Student!Reader

Mommy… Master List

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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.

Enjoy (;

“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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School for Good and Evil Masterlist

Dovesso

Private matters NSFW

Professor Dovey and Lady Lesso are the respective deans of the School for Good and the School for Evil. Definitely not secretly married and having a quickie before their next class starts.

Headcanons

Some Dovesso headcanons and Lady Lesso being ripped

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dovesso/prof wives (dovey/lesso/emma) commissions lately sjdnckdn

pleek commission me 🥹

[blitzbabysits]

[Does the 6 month old baby stare]

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Hi there kiddo! How ya doing?