#daddy lesso

[v3nusxsky]

hello! can i put a request in for a smutty rough!daddy!lesso and a shy!gentle!reader? Maybe some enchanted strap (reader receiving) and oral (lesso receiving) and lesso breaking her rough role a bit because she’s too in love with her gentle, quiet reader? We don’t often hear about lesso’s side of pleasure and thought it would be cute🥰🥰

Tonight’s for you 18+

*Authors note ~ gentle Leonora doesn’t get enough appreciation tbh but we also love daddy lesso sooooo. Sorry for the lack of full length gifts the past few days. Life is hitting me hard and I guess I’ve been slacking on writing. Hope this hits right*

Trigger warnings~ rough daddy lesso, sub r, enchanted strap (r), oral (l), praise kink with a sprinkle of degradation, stressed Leo, sorta free use reader, hair pulling, manhandling r, begging, breeding kink (hardly there but yeah)

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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It’s a well known fact that Leonora Lesso is a busy woman. Running the whole school for Nevers was no easy job. It’s often accompanied by lots of drama and paperwork and never ending meetings. It’s common for her to return to her chambers and work on paperwork till the early hours of the morning. Stressed and frustrated. Of course it’s not healthy, you’ve highlighted that time after time only for your lover to ignore it. A lot of the time, you could only get her to take a break by being needy. And even then, that only worked half the time. Which is exactly how you wound up in this position.

Leonora was wound tight after a rough day, storming into the shared room, heading straight to her desk, throwing her cane angrily to the floor causing you to jump. “Here pet” she practically growled causing you to fly into action and place yourself where she requested, right by her side. “I’ve had a long day. I just need you to be a good slut and fix it for daddy” she murmured to you watching as you nodded along yet failed to move. Clearly not what she wanted. “Get on your fucking knees then!” Rather ungracefully you stumbled to your knees due to being yanked by the hair. The stinging pain causing tears to pool in your wide eyes, exactly what she wanted.

“Under the desk” she demanded as she used her magic to remove her trousers and underwear, glistening folds exposed to your prying eyes. Not needing to be told twice you settled into your position under the desk eager to please the wound up woman. Immediately, you set to work, lips trailing along her thighs, nipping and sucking the path to where she wanted you the most. “Stop teasing pet” she growled impatiently hands moving to your head to tug you closer, the scent of her hit you like a fright train causing you to diving straight in.

You absolutely adore the sounds only you can pull from the great Dean of Evil, it fills you with pride that you could do that. So you decided to eat her out like a starved woman at an all you can eat buffet. It wasn’t long before your whole lower face was soaked in her arousal as you spelt her name win your tongue on her aching bundle of nerves. The need to make her cum for you was overwhelming, even as your tongue tired you didn’t dare slow down your assault on her cunt.

Her grip on your hair got tighter as she climbed further and further to the edge before crashing over it with a cry of your name, “such a good fucking pet. Good girl” she mewled as her hips bucked wildly against your face, desperately trying to prolong the pleasure you so wonderfully provided every time. “Up. Up right now” she growled desperately tugging you by your hair from underneath the desk to her lap.

“Daddy” you whimpered as she crashed her lips to yours with passion. You both fell into a dance of tongues as old as time with easy. You immediately became pliant in her lap as she moved her hands all over your body. Mapping it out like it was the first time she touched you, distracting you from her magic working wonders beneath you. You wriggled with need on her lap as you desperately sought for fiction on your aching clit. “Daddy?” You whimpered finally feeling it. “Oh yes pet, you’re mine and I fully intend to show you. More than my play thing. You’re my girl.”

With only an ease she could, Lesso was quick to bend you over her desk, trailing the head of the enchanted strap over your messy cunt, occasionally letting the head bump against your clit. “Such a needy girl. My needy slut looking so good bent over for me” she murmured before allowing the strap to sink into your awaiting core, inch by inch you took her with ease. The growl she let out feeling your organic warmth was certainly addictive. Both of you needing more. “Please daddy. Fuck me please.”

Hearing your little whines begging her for more was all she needed to pull out until just the tip remained before slamming back into you with some force. “God pet, your pretty pussy fees so good around me. So mine.” She grunted as she settled into her own rhythm of slamming into you. But soon enough the need to see your face was overwhelming, the need to kiss you as she rutted into you was more overwhelming than the pleasure you provided her so she pulled out, lifting you up to carry you to the bed.

The new position giving her ample places to kiss nip and suck while watching you being hit with wave after wave of pleasure. “God I love you. My girl. So pretty for me” she grunted as you continued to plead for more. Desperate to cum, your pussy milking the enchanted strap on for all it was worth. “So good for me. My good girl. My girls close aren’t you? Gonna cum for daddy angel?” Leonora grunted, fighting to keep her rhythm. “Please please please. Wanna cum daddy. Please daddy fill me up. Wanna cum for you” you mewled clawing at her back in a desperate attempt to get her closer. With ease only she can bring, you both came together as one, filling you with her seed and fucking it closer to your cervix as you rode the waves of pleasure out.

It’s a blur when she slips from your now satisfied hole, immediately falling into the aftercare routine that works the best. Cleaning your sensitive folds before conjuring a drink of freshly child water before you wound up in her arms. Her fingers trailing through your locks of hair gently scratching at your scalp soothingly. “Sweetheart? Are you okay?” Leonora murmured gently to you causing you to sleepily nod your head. You were perfect. “I just love my sweet girl so much. You are so perfect sweetheart. Such a good girl.”

Word count~ 1024

[riosslut]

FRRRRRR

mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. momnmy?🥴

[sirclitoressa]

HAPPY FATHERS DAY

HAPPY FATHERS DAY

[iamverynormalaboutsge]

The twins are identical, this. The twins are paternal, that. BOTH OF THEM ARE A PAIN IN THE BOTTOM!

All of the sge characters approve

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Do you want to tell me that the first cannon Lesso ancestor we get was a f-ing Peter boy and that bloodline legit survived all the way until Agatha and Sophie made their appearance into the magical world. Therefore you are telling me there is a 50/50 chance that 'Rafal'(Rhian) hired Lady Lesso and was like '...wait a damn minute' and then when he met Aric for the first time he just 'I can't ever get rid of you peter boys huh??? I thought the bloodlines of all of those were severed. Oh well, I assume this means you know how to serve properly. You're hired.'

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Whose idea was it that in SGE we get people who have glasses, which is really cool, and we have magic that can literally revive the dead (The zombies, Tedros using the fairy wish or whatever it's called to come back to life) BUT WE DON'T HAVE A CURE FOR BLINDNESS?! (Context: When the coven was assigned to find a new schoolmaster and failed to do so, one of the candidates is mentioned to have been blinded and calls Dot pretty in an attempt to butter them up)

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I would like to mention that in SGE all of our favourite/beloved/familiar characters from the first three books end up appearing one way or another down the series. And it is quite literally when they are theoretically no longer relevant that we see their true worth. The school for good and evil? The students basically become the emotional support army of Sophie, Agatha and Tedros (+The coven, Hort, you get the jist of it). The professors? Utterly useless(not the deans) but then when push comes to shove they risk their skins for their students when in previous books they showed no such attributes. Like sure everyone-(well not everyone) was worried Sophie would kick the rocks TERRIBLY but we don't ever see them try to find ways on fixing it like-? And then in the following books Castor helps Agatha and Dot to get from point A to point B without being spotted, Manley gets thrown across the room because he tried to use a spell on the Storian to protect/help the students.

And I think it's just obvious to mention how minor Aric's existence was in the bigger picture before the events of the last three books where it's basically revealed that Japeth was the person who 'We can't imagine who in the endless woods could miss him' and they were right about that. Who imagines a gay unresolved psychopathic tendencies mommy and daddy issues hormonal Slytherin as hell teenager will do massive genocide 'for' his brother to then revive from the pits of hell his very much dead one-sided love that was quite frankly open on how he(Aric) was uncomfortable with their love.

Hello? Help? Make sense will you???

[just-your-casual-nerd]

Master List Part 5

Note: I did not write any of these fics, I just enjoy reading them and had a shit load of them saved. So, I figured I would put all of the ones I liked on a master list, figuring that its an easy way to keep track of them, and maybe you guys would like them as well. Have a Great Day fellow Nerds! 😁👋

2nd Note: If Someone wants me to take their fic or another fic off, let me know and it will be done. I don't want to offend anyone or make them upset. 

Wanda-Nat:

Bed situation | Mixed By: @v3nusxsky

Poor girl | h&c By: @v3nusxsky

Sun, Mood and Stars By: @v3nusxsky

Time with my baby | Agere By: @v3nusxsky

Birthday Surprise By: belovaskitkat

need you to come here and save me By: wandasdolly

Needy thing | nsfw By: @v3nusxsky

Insecurities | NSFW By: @v3nusxsky

One of a Kind | NSFW By: @v3nusxsky

West Coast By: wandasgf

Who's your mommy? +18 By: @v3nusxsky

Should Have Knocked By: loveisanimginarydagger3000

Emily + JJ + Blake:

Little angel | Agere By: @v3nusxsky

Cant live without you | Angst By: @v3nusxsky

Who's In Control By: @v3nusxsky

Fire Fly By: @v3nusxsky

Chapter 1 ~ crossing paths By: @v3nusxsky

Time Heals | mixed By: @v3nusxsky

Reverse cowgirl 18+ By: @v3nusxsky

One for the Books By: @v3nusxsky

Dirty Little Damsel By: storiesofsvu

Lesso:

A piece of you By: @v3nusxsky

Bar Beauty | NSFW By: @v3nusxsky

Miss mommy | NSFW BY: @v3nusxsky

Too Loud | Agere By: @v3nusxsky

I'll Take Care of You | nsfw By: @v3nusxsky

Needy By: @v3nusxsky

The Pain of Pining By: @i-write-sometimes-maybe

Cant wait anymore By: @v3nusxsky

Reminder | NSFW By: @v3nusxsky

Complicated | Mixed By: @v3nusxsky

Daddy Issues By: @v3nusxsky

Its he voices | h&c By: @v3nusxsky

Celebration By: @i-write-sometimes-maybe

Beautiful | nsfw By: @v3nusxsky

Mama | Agere + h&c By: @v3nusxsky

Good Catch | h&c By: @v3nusxsky

Perfect Prize | NSFW By: @v3nusxsky

Winter Warmth | fluff By: @v3nusxsky

What a Brat 18+ By: @v3nusxsky

Emotional Love By: @v3nusxsky

Dolly Heart By: @v3nusxsky

Celebration (NSFW) By: @i-write-sometimes-maybe

Rough ride By: @v3nusxsky

Breaking rules 18+ By: @v3nusxsky

Subby dean 18+ By: @v3nusxsky

Sickness By: @v3nusxsky

Passion By: @i-write-sometimes-maybe

Alcina (Resident Evil Village):

Alcina's New Maid Pt. 12 By: willalove75

Alcina Dimitrescu/Fem!worlfreader By: lilbitdepressed27

The New Arrival (Series) By: ilovehugslikealotalot

Dinner and Dessert By: aithorin

Mini Prompt By: ctitan98

Alcina Makes You Her Plaything By: angelltheninth

Lucifer (The Sandman):

Respite in Heaven (NSFW) By: milfsloverblog

How Loving By: alexusonfire

The Reaper and The Devil By: autumn-leaves-chasing-breeze

Stars around my scars By: Littledollll

The Devil's Favorite By: ghoulsister

A Frightened Ruller of Hell - Part Two By: rosieathena

Captain Phasma:

Yes Captain part 8 By: brienneoftarth1989

Suits and Hallways (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

Yes Captain NSFW By: brienneoftarth1989

Larissa:

A fresh start By: @v3nusxsky

Little Bunny By: @v3nusxsky

You Make Me Feel By: weemssapphic

I Need Your Touch NSFW By: brienneoftarth1989

Needy omega | NSFW By: @v3nusxsky

tolerate it By: billiedeansbitch

When you call my name. Do you think ill come running {part 1} By: marilynthornhillover

First Time Ch 5: Higher Level of Involvement By: cissyenthusiast010155

Mere Thought of You By: cissyenthusiast010155

My Girls | Agere By: @v3nusxsky

Under Her Desk NSFW By: brienneoftarth1989

Tattoo (NSFW) By: m1lflov3rr

Deja vu | NSFW By: @v3nusxsky

Loving You (NSFW) By: bloody-satans-sabbath

Love Notes (Chap. 6) By: queefanfiction

Life With You | NSFW By: @v3nusxsky

Little Cat (?) By: sapphos-ode

Baby. Part 4: I'm a shapeshifter By: makemyworldworthliving

Queen of the 18+ By: @v3nusxsky

All My Pictures of You By: weemssapphic

[iforgotwhaticalledthis]

You wished to discuss the school of good and evil my liege?

(Dunno where that came from srry)

slamming my fitst on table oh boy do i. Im just gonna ramble about the difference betwwn the books and the movies because it always irks me

So firstly they made Sophie so much nicer?? LIKE NO. SHES A BITCH. and we love an unapologetic bitch in this household. They cut out the whole "she's only friends with Agatha because its her Good Deed", an all the other bullshit Sophie odes to try and get into good. In the books that begining bit is so good because Sophies doing all these good actions but her narration shows like the motivation and its such a good bit of characterization. Also in the books only agatha was an outcast, making them both outcasts makes Sophie seem much more genuine but she wasn't!! Sure i think her and Agatha's friendship meant a lot to Sophie, she was still such a bitch to her!! meanwhile Agatha is completly ride or died for Sophie, even though she gets treated like shit.

Next is how the movie has no one know about the school. Like why??? people knew that shit was going on. Why the fuck would they remove it. I like that they made Lady Lesso a Reader though, i dont remember if the y did that in the books, but it was good character stuff. fleshed her out a bit more. Made the parallels to Sophie *exist* honestly.

Love in the movie how theres the big fight scene with "Toxic" playing absolutely iconic. Loveh ow in the book the wolf toutched her hair and then she fucking killed that guy. iconic of her also. in the movie they added the character that Agatha became friends with, it was goo way for the movie to show the whole deal with what happened to failed students. excpet in the book they turned into the wolf/fairy servants. and the Trial of talents or whatever its called was so good in the book. why did they delete it from the movie?

and then the whole making the wodds fight thing something special? like no those bitches go rabid and kill each other every year!! its tradition

also agatha transforming into a coackraoch and helping sophie, therefore making her top of her class, while also tryign to stay to p of her own clas?? LIKE AGATHA GIRL!! shes an icon shes a legend. And the mirror scene- oh my god. the self hatred agatha holds for herself in her heart smh.

ANd tedros. where do i begin with tedros. slightly upset he wasnt blonde. but man he is the Guy. hes got bot mommy issues AND daddy issues and Weird Wiard Grandfather? issues and he just slays mkay? hes so down bad when he realises who he actually lies, and hes a pompous ass before that.

and then they go home and agathas like wait!!! im fucking miserable here!!!! i miss tedros!!! meanwhile sophies like "yay homesweet home i cnat believe i was evil lol" and meanwhile tedros is like "woman when they love eachother <- Yes i stole that line from cantripped (but theyre actually sisters. its weird. lets not talk baout it.)

Speaking of the ending, the movie having tedros and agatha have that moment of understanding totally messes up the next book but whatever its not like they were ever gonna do a sequel.

ok thats me ranting over thanks for the ask i needed to get this out my system

[prettygreenpills]

Requested oneshots

LEONORA LESSO

Cum slut smut!

NARCISSA MALFOY

Birthday girl fluff

Black and white fluff

It’s alright mama fluff/angst

Don’t hold back smut!

Be a good girl smut!

Penetration smut!

Come to daddy smut!

LARISSA WEEMS

Hidden emotions fluff!

Too blind to love fluff!

Penetration smut!

Wake up honey smut!

Slumber party smut!

Soft domination smut!

Little brat smut!

MORTICIA ADDAMS/FRUMP

Hidden emotions fluff!

BRIENNE OF TART

Show me the universe smut!

MARILYN THORNHILL

First time for all of us smut!

POLLY GRAY

Words hurt angst!

[riveramorylunar]

I love soft and caring Lesso but fuck damn do I absolutely love evil and pissed Lesso she's so fucking hot ugh!!! 😫

She's literally both Mommy & Daddy 😵‍💫😵

Mommy Lesso = Soft & Caring

While

Daddy Lesso = Mean & Pissed

I could literally go on and on about her 🤭

[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]

Hi

could u pls to a smut oneshot with lady lesso with prompts 29 and 52 it’s the readers first time with her. Possibly adding in overstim and aftercare.

Princess 18+

*Authors note~ Lesso smut has returned god I’ve missed writing! I love being back into my happy space and writing fics for all our favourite ladies*

Trigger warnings~ overstimulation kink multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, dom!lesso, daddy kink, bondage, mirror sex, sex toys (vibrator and enhanced strap on), dirty talk/sexting/nudes teasing, fingering!, oral, fem!good!reader, power dynamics (good vs evil), somnophillia (consented before)

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

52~ "Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So gorgeous when I'm fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only me.

29~ "Want my fingers in you?"

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You’ve always been a firm believer that the line between good and evil is never as clear cut as people perceive it to be. For you, it’s more a spectrum that people move up and down on, not something to define someone’s character. After all the phrase “what’s another man’s trash is another man’s treasure” has to mean something. Right. Perhaps that’s why you, of all the princess professors to enter the walls of the school for good and evil, caught Leonora’s eye. Fate. Destiny. Or just pure luck would have it that you’d soon become her princess. The one she would try to be better for, to move up the spectrum of good and evil. But even you should know that the red head wouldn’t be able to be purely good all the time. No. She limited that side, the almost cruel sadistic side of her, to the bedroom only. Was she evil for this? You were about to find out.

The special chime of Leonora’s phone sounded around her office. You. Only you had that chime. But why would you be texting her knowing how she had a meeting with all the staff to attend now. “I’m sorry daddy, I just get so turned on thinking about the last time” was what it read with a video underneath. At first pixelated but it soon became clear. Here you were wearing nothing but wine red rope, tied in intricate patterns while holding your favourite vibratior to your clit. Your phone in front of the mirror allowing lesso to not only hear but see every reaction to your self care. Teasingly running your fingers down your body to spread your folds apart, your arousal just leaking out of your puffy lips. Clearly this wasn’t the first self induced orgasm of the day.

Instinctively the red head chewed on her ruby lip as she replayed the video. God you were something. However did she get so lucky? But something lying dormant in the woman screamed to be let out, to put an end to this foolish attempt to prove dominance over her. Simply, this beast wouldn’t take this lying down at all. Fingers as quick as lighting typed her response before shoving the small black device in her pocket of her waistcoat and left for her meeting, “be naked when I get back home dove.”

Two whole hours. She had to wait two whole hours before leaving the school. And in those two hours you’d gifted yourself three more self inflicted orgasms before passing out in your bed naked. That’s exactly how she found you when she returned. Blissfully unaware of what you’d caused.

Your right leg position at a right angle as your left leg lay flat against the covers, your arousal still thick in the air as you unknowingly left your core on show to her preying eyes. Really, it’s not her fault. At least that’s how she reasons with herself. You’d spoke about her waking you up this way, something you wanted to try, and what better excuse than today. Falling asleep like this was asking for it after all. Practically begging her to take advantage of you. Her poor innocent princess.

It took less than a minute for Leonora to position herself between your legs. Now eye level with your pussy she couldn’t help but dive in. Her precious little dove all ready for her to take. Eating you out from behind like a starved animal. No matter how many women she’d had in her bed, no one could ever compare to the taste of you. The scent of you. Just you. Hers. The way your body responds to the ghost like touch of her hands trailing your body as she lapped away at your glistening folds. The sleepy little moans that only she could hear. Hers. And to think you had yet to wake up, to find her home where she always wanted to be.

“M Nora?” You mumbled disoriented and dazed by the delightful feeling of someone’s mouth working at your sensitive bundle of nerves. The only response you were given was the fee of her teeth grazing your clit in a silent reminder. “Daddy!” You almost squeaked in shock and pleasure to but cut short with your displeased whine at the sensations she provided stopping dead. “Oh no was my poor princess getting close hmm? Did you like daddy waking you up little slut?”

Oh did you ever. With how your chest rose and fell and the pretty blush on your cheeks spreading to your breasts being all clear indications of how much you liked it. That’s ignoring the copious amounts of slick now covering your folds and her chin and lips. “Daddy why’d you stop” flew from your pouty lips before you had a chance to think about it. “Because my princess is a grade A whore who can’t help but touch what is clearly mine. You. Are. Mine. And you must be punished dove.”

At least you’d had the decency to cover your sleepy features with an attempt to look ashamed of your actions. But deep down you both knew that this was exactly what you wanted to happen. You wanted to rile her up, push her buttons and get well and truly fucked. Strutting around the room the dean of evil tied you to the bed frame in record time. Now lying flat on your back arms and legs spread. Cunt on full display as her eyes raked over your beautiful body.

“Want my fingers in you? Hmm do you want daddy to fill that slutty little hole for you?” She teased knowing that it wasn’t everything you wanted. See Leonora knows her princess. You need more than her fingers to feel like worlds exploding. But she also knows that her fingers can get you most the way there. Many nights had passed with her testing how far her fingers alone would push you into pleasure. “Fingers or nothing princess” was all it took for you to begin to plead for her to touch you. Anything really, “please daddy. Please just touch me. It never feels good unless you do it please.”

She couldn’t help but be mesmerised with how well you took her. Your greedy little pussy sucking my fingers into your weeping little hole. She’d chuckle when a harsh curl of her slender digits against your G spot had you gasping for breath. “More. More please god more Nora” you whimpered as your hips continued to buck up into her skilled hand to once again be denied. “Poor dove. My poor useless little princess. You need daddy huh? Want to be daddy’s play thing? My precious doll? Let daddy use your slutty body and take what you’re given.”

Time really is a concept when your girlfriend is Leonora Lesso. Your whole body bound and marked up at her will. Orgasms ruined by her demand until tears streamed down your checks as you babbled out incoherent please and whimpers. Lesso would be lying if she said you didn’t turn her on to the max. You were just so pretty. Her pretty princess. Even crying so prettily just for her. God it turned her on. A beautiful princess all for her to use.

“Shhh okay princess, daddy will give you what you want now. So pretty dove. Daddy has just what you crave sweetheart” lesso murmured while she shredded the last few remaining articles of clothing. When had the rest gone? You weren’t sure, too lost in chasing the orgasm she wouldn’t allow you to have. Wide eyes taking in the new appendage between your lovers legs, “d-daddy?” You stuttered confused. How ? More so, you wanted it. In your mouth, in your hand and more importantly burried inside your cunt as she crawled up to ensure her crotch was level with your mouth. “Oh princess you like what daddy has for you hmm? Come be a good little cock slut and make it nice and wet for daddy. Repay me for turning me on for hours while I was working. Come earn your pleasure darling.”

Despite the fact that lesso was now adorning a life like dick, she was moaning and grunting like she could feel the way you’d hallowed your cheeks to take her further. The head of the cock touching the back of your throat as you gaged around the shaft. Slender hand gripping a make shift pony tail in your hair as she guided your head along the length just long enough to edge herself. Not only does she love to edge her dove, but receiving edging was also something she adored. “Out! Now. I want to be inside of you now. She demanded quickly manoeuvring herself to be between your thighs once more.

You felt every inch slip inside your snug walls. Every ridge hugged by every pulse of your pussy. “Take it princess. Take it for daddy” she grunted as the last inch sunk into your tight warmth. “Such a slut, just made for me. Sophie tight I can hardly move with how you’re gripping me. Fuck.” She grunted as she slowly pulled out of you to slam back inside. Mesmerising herself with how your walls sucked her back in. How well you fit together. As one. Hers.

As if it couldn’t get any better, vibrations began to fill the room with a constant buzz. Inhuman sounds began to work their way from your body as you bucked like a wild horse into her thrusts. "Look at your reflection princess . Look at how gorgeous you are. So gorgeous when I'm fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only me. Mine” she growled forcing you to turn your head towards the fall length mirror. Watching as you joined as one. “Daddy need to please god please need it” you jumbled up your desperate pleas as she finally gave you the permission to cum for her. The orgasm being everything you needed and wanted. Blissed out by the pleasure she was bestowing on you. Only, she didn’t stop. No. She continued to fuck into you until finally she was satisfied. “Good fucking girl princess” she whispered before slipping out of your now gapping quivering hole, “such a good girl for daddy. My best princess.” She used her magic to free you and clean you up before whispering praises and holding you close for the remainder of the night. Her girl. Her princess. Her love. Her dove.

Word count ~ 1879

[cissyenthusiast010155]

could i request a lady lesso x fem reader, prompt 6?

Hey there, anon!! Thanks for your patience🥰 I was inspired by a song for this one as well as your request! Hope you enjoy 💋

Call Her Daddy ~Daddy!Lady Lesso xFem Professor!Reader

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#6. “My eyes are up here...”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, Daddy Kink, smut, strap-fucking, teasing, begging kink, breeding kink, etc.

Enjoy (;

Lesso was working late as usual. You usually beat your grifriend to your shared quarters, where she usually joined you in the later hours, sometimes you had even fallen asleep.

You had finished your papers for the day and changed into your night wear. You pulled out your night table book, and lounged on the bed, reading and waiting for Lesso. Eventually after a few hours, the red head came into your shared quarters with a heavy sigh.

“Hey Leo…” you cooed, looking up from your book.

“Hey baby…” Lesso replied, tired but with an edge to her voice.

Her eyes looked tired but had a glint of mischief to them.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this…” she sighed, collapsing on the bed and crashing her lips onto yours.

Lesso straddled your lap, grinding her clothed core against yours. You chocked out a yelp out the pleasurable feeling of a bulge ghosting against your clit.

“I… Daddy…?” You whimpered needily.

“That’s my name, baby…” Lesso purred in the shell of your ear, before backing away and getting off the bed.

You whined in response, but received a firm cocking of her eyebrow from Lesso, putting you right back in your place. Lesso then began to strip. You just stared at her unabashedly. She cocked another eyebrow yet again.

“Strip for Daddy, Baby…” she purred, while removing her trousers and knickers.

You were quick get rid of any and all clothing articles in a mere matter of seconds. And when you looked up, there Lesso stood in front of you. Naked. And wearing the biggest fucking strap you had ever seen.

“My eyes are up here...” Lesso chuckled.

You blushed and looked away embarrassed. Lesso crawled onto the bed yet again, this time stalking you like her prey. You instinctually opened your legs to give the red head access.

“It’s enchanted, so I’ll be able to feel that pretty pussy of yours fluttering around my dick…” Lesso purred wickedly.

Your breath hitched at her words.

“Yes please… Daddy please… want you…” you whimpered. 

“Already begging… that desperate, are we…?” Lesso taunted, lining up her dick with your aching cunt.

You bucked your hips up to be met by the tip of Lesso’s dick, making you groan out in need, “Yes please Daddy…!! Need you so bad… God fill me up please!!”

“Such a sweet, slutty baby…” Lesso muttered, as she slowly sank into you.

“Fuck…Daddy… you’re so big…” you groaned out breathlessly, your hands grabbing onto the red head and scratching her back, your mind spiraling as Lesso filled your throbbing pussy.

“Shit Baby… taking Daddy’s dick so well…” Lesso muttered, starting to slowly thrust in and out of you.

Your stable breathing had been thrown out the window, your eyes rolled back from the immense pressure and pleasure you felt by Lesso filling you up.

“Daddy…” you mindlessly whined, “Faster please Daddy…!”

And Lesso more than happily complied.

“God baby feels so good… hugging Daddy’s cock so well…” Lesso husked in the shell of your ear, as she pounded into you.

“Please don’t stop Daddy…!!” You cried out, reaching your climax incredibly fast as the red head pounded into you relentlessly.

“Fuck baby I won’t!” Lesso moaned out, “I can feel your pretty walls fluttering around my cock…! you wanna cum, my pretty…?”

“Yes yes yes!!” you cried out like a broken record, “wanna cum Daddy please wanna cum Daddy!!”

“Shit baby, cum for me…” Lesso groaned, “I’m right behind you…”

You came with a strangled cry and with the red heads name on your lips on repeat. Your hands tightly holding Lesso, and your walls deliciously clenching around Lesso’s dick, making Lesso let out a guttural groan. The red head properly fucked you through your high, before her thrusts started to get sloppier and sloppier.

“Fuck Daddy’s gonna cum inside you baby…!!” Lesso moaned.

“Yes please Daddy!” You whimpered and pled, “cum inside me please Daddy!!”

Lesso released her hot, white cum, painting your walls and filling your cunt with a guttural cry of pleasure from her lips. You both then collapsed on the bed, panting heavily.

When you had both regained your breath, Lesso gently pulled out of you. Lesso’s cum began to seep out of your pussy, so the red head used her fingers to gather all the escaping cum and stuff it all back inside you. You lightly whimpered in response.

Lesso met your gaze at your little pout and chuckled,

“Wouldn’t want you to waste any of Daddy’s precious seed, now would we baby…” she purred, “After all… You’d look so pretty with Daddy’s baby stuffed inside that little belly of yours…”

You mindlessly hummed in response, your mind thoroughly fucked through. You simply snuggled into the red head even more. And soon, Lesso could hear your light snores. She smiled to herself as she tucked a strand of your hair to the side.

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[acupofqueercoffee]

for some reasons i’m so inspired that i keep having many decent ideas for some of my favourite characters but i have not enough hands to write them all at the same time. how inconvenient (・`ω´・)

and then there are characters that i desperately wanna write something for but my brain’s just like meh ʘᴗʘ

[bi-tagatha]

The way Tedros and Aric are such perfect foils ok im serious like the fact that Guinevere abandoned Tedros and he watched her abandon him and yet he tried hiding most of his pain and when it came to it, he was willing to forgive her because he couldn’t hold that pain and he couldn’t hold that bitterness in him bc he’s not Arthur—even when he knows full well that his mother left him to be with another man, willingly...but Tedros hears her out bc he comes to this understanding that there's so much more that can happen after and this is partly thanks to Agatha’s council, whom has his back. So he KNOWS he can heal, and he can learn, if he can just listen and let go

Then the fact that Aric was abandoned by Lady Lesso, also when he was pretty young and Aric broadcasting that hate and letting it feed him, and he probably fears letting go of it bc what else does he have left? No one. He is entirely by himself and refuses love and rejects it bc he doesn’t want to learn or accept that his mother rly didn’t want to leave him, that it wasn't her fault. like the fact that Tedros didn’t go full psycho even whilst objectively having the mother who had truly wanted to abandon him...unlike Lady Lesso who was forced to. And YET Aric goes out of his way to KILL his own mother and succeeds, while Tedros has an acutual LEGAL decree that his psycho daddy wrote proclaiming that Tedros has full right on executing his mother but he doesn’t do it bc ofc he doesn’t.... he let go.  

Yeah it’s so interesting how they’re literally the Ying and Yang of abandonment, how a similar situation can affect a person into becoming something different yet compellingly familiar at the same time.

[nyx-aira]

Dovesso smut???? Lady lesso topping with desk sx??? I need charlize and Lesso being daddies😭😭 PLEASEEE .

Here you go dear

Pleasure and pain

[mshomestyle]

Dad deku bakugo or Aizawa with a kid that’s very shy and hides behind their legs a lot? And they’re very quiet as well?

Sure!

Deku

-It is often that this famous pro hero will get stopped in the street while he’s out running errands, and most times his son is with him.

-Knowing how the little tot can get, Izuku usually insists that he stay home, but the baby boy wants to go with his daddy.

-”Isn’t it lovely to see the number one hero out and about,” one woman might say as she spots Izuku in a grocery store. “Oh, and who’s this?”

-Like clockwork, Izuku’s son rushes to hide behind his daddy’s legs, his huge green eyes that he inherited from his father peeking out to look at the stranger.

-Izuku expected this, so he automatically goes to reach down and rub his baby boy’s head in comfort, “He’s a little shy,” he explains.

-Once the woman gets an autograph, she’s on her way. And when she’s gone, Izuku’s son slowly comes out.

-Deku lets out a sigh, though can’t help but to think how cute his son is. “How about I get you a toy?”

-The little boy looks up at his father and gives an enthusiastic nod, accompanied by a smile.

Bakugo

-Bakugo has a daddy’s girl in his hands, though she didn’t exactly inherit his fiery attitude just yet.

-”Hey, Bakugo!”

-The two are waiting in line at a frozen yogurt shop, when Kirishima barges in. Like instinct, Bakugo’s daughter is clinging to her daddy’s leg.

-”Hey keep it down! My daughter doesn’t like that,” Bakugo scolds the other male.

-”Oops, sorry,” Kirishima profusely apologizes before stooping down to meet the child’s height. “I’m sorry, cutie. I hope I didn’t scare you.”

-The little daddy’s girl says nothing, but instead looks towards her father with arms reaching up.

-Bakugo instantly picks the little girl up and kisses her cheek before glaring at Kirishima.

-”Hey, I said I was sorry,” Kirishima pouts. Noticing that look, Bakugo’s daughter leans over to whisper in her father’s ear, which causes the pro hero to raise an eyebrow and shrug.

-”She forgives you,” he rolls his eyes. This just completely makes the red-head’s day.

Aizawa

-Aizawa kind of welcomes a quiet and shy child, because that means less noise he has to deal with.

-Mic, however, as well as Midnight will try to encourage his child to break free from that bashfulness.

-”How about some karaoke?!” Present Mic asks. Aizawa’s daughter looks at her daddy and shakes her head.

-”Leave us alone,” Aizawa says. He was starting to regret taking his little girl with him to work, but the babysitter canceled last minute.

-”Maybe she’ll want to sit in on one of my lesso-”

-”Nope,” Aizawa won’t even let Midnight finish her thought.

-Deciding that it was too noisy, the little girl tugs at one of Aizawa’s pant legs.

-He knows that she wants to go to a more quiet and secluded place, so he gently picks her up and takes her away from the other two.

-”Hey, where you going?” Mic asks. He’s easily ignored.

[mull3ts]

𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟏𝐬𝐭 | 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; Just like you learned not to argue with Dilf! Johnny, you shouldn’t do the same to Dilf! Jaehyun, but just don’t make Dilf! Jaehyun upset

⚠ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Dilf! Jaehyun, Smut, Bondage, Slapping, Choking, Crying, slight Daddy kink

𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐲? | yes, ik I missed this day :) 

You jumped when the front door slammed shut when the one and only Mr. Jung Jaehyun entered the house. Well, someone was mad and you didn't know why. 

It was that kind of slam to hurt your ears.

You heard Mr. Jung sigh, “Y/N”. He was leaning against the couch, hands digging into the back of the couch, looking at you as if you were his prey. In his world, you are his prey. 

You hummed in response glancing up at him before refocusing on something that seemed much more important than Mr. Jung Jaehyun himself. He felt his blood boil. “I want you on my bed with no panties by the time I get back, or it’s straight to Yuta for a week again.”

And straight to his bed you went removing your panties, throwing them somewhere in his room. You didn’t want to go to Mr. Nakamoto ever again, in a summary he didn’t let you cum for a whole week. You hate him, but now you sat waiting for Mr. Jung impatiently on his bed and sighed when he finally showed up. You could tell something was bothering him from the way he slightly kicked your panties on the floor out of his way, and basically ripped the rest of your clothes off. “Give me your hands” he said, no niceness lingering in his voice, you complied watching as he wrapped his belt around your wrists. He shoved you on your back, spreading your legs apart, wrapping his hand around your neck and inched his dick in you. “I better not hear a sound come out of you, understand?”

You nodded, but let a little “ow” escape your lips. Mr. Jung slapped you straight in the face causing you to tear up a little from the sting, “I told you to shut up, didn’t I?”. 

Mr. Jung could tell he fucked you through two orgasms but didn’t care much, he liked seeing you weak against him. He grabbed on the free space of his belt that was connected to your wrists, pulling you up closer to him. “You know why I’m doing this right?” 

You nodded, “T-to teach me a l-lesso-n-n” you whimpered brokenly through your tears. Mr. Jung pulled out, zipping up his pants and kissed your cheek that he slapped. “Mhm, exactly.” He reached in his closet, getting another belt to use for his dress pants.

Mr. Jung kissed you again, emphasizing the mwah before leaving you in his room with your hands still tied and with no clothing whatsoever other than his old button up shirt that wasn’t even buttoned up. 

“That’s what you get for going on a date with my son. You’re only Mr. Jung Jaehyun’s property, you’re only Daddy’s.” 

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