#top!lesso

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Female reader x top lady lesso with strap, at the end of it all readers shaking, out of breathe, can't really move anymore is what I been asking for the longest

Hey hey hey anon! You asked & I’ll gladly deliver. Added ask @ladylessowife —‘Could you maybe do 48 with Lesso pls?’ Hope you all Enjoy ♥️

I’ll Rock Your World ~Top!Lady Lesso xFem Reader

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#48. “Watch your mouth...”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, overstimulation, eating out, strap-fucking, kissing, praise kink, lovely aftercare, etc.

Enjoy (;

“No one’s ever made you climax? Like only yourself…??” Lesso surprisingly asked you.

“Yep. None of my past partners or hookups have ever been able to… you know…”

“Make you cum?” Lesso bluntly stated.

Blush crept up your cheeks lightly.

Maybe this wasn’t the best thing to confess to the woman you’d been seeing but hadn’t been intimate with yet…

“Yeah…” you admitted in a whisper.

Lesso stared at you with her mouth agape. But she also noted your sensitivity to the subject.

“Wow… I mean, I’m sorry no one’s been able to please you well…” she comforted.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“I’ve just come to the conclusion that I do it best.”

At this, the red head cocked an eyebrow at you.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, I just know my body better than they all did, I guess.”

“Watch your mouth...” Lesso teasingly warned you, “Don’t challenge me, baby…”

“What…?” You chuckled.

“I’d have you cumming over and over again until your body goes limp…” Lesso confidently purred.

“Don’t be so sure…” you mumbled.

Lesso then got up and walked over to you, cupping your chin and raising it to her standing form.

“If you decide to give me that chance, I would most definitely.” She lovingly purred.

“Thank you, Baby…” you whispered, smiling lovingly up at her.

~~~

Throughout the next week, you thought about what Lesso had said. And the whole idea made you curious.

Dating the one and only dean of evil was one thing…

Fucking the one and only dean of evil was a whole added thing…

But you wanted the woman. Even if your expectations were let down once again. You wanted to try.

So, that evening, you walked into Lesso’s office with an agenda on your mind. You closed the door behind you and plopped yourself right in the red heads lap.

“Hey…!” Lesso playfully exclaimed, “I’m working he—!”

Your lips were on hers before she could finish her statement. Your lips kissed the red heads with fervor and passion, which Lesso eagerly reciprocated. Your hips ground into her lap, and the red heads hands eagerly gripped your hips to aid your grindings. You both needily moaned into the kiss.

Eventually, you both had to pull away for oxygen. Lesso was staring at you with a big fucking smirk and wide eyes.

“God, you’re allowed to interrupt my work anytime now, baby…” she breathlessly groaned.

You giggled lightly, not stopping your grindings into her lap.

“I’m ready. I want you…” you whispered, attaching your hot mouth to the red heads pressure point.

Lesso let out a guttural groan as her head flung back. But she was quick to check herself as she processed your words.

“Are you sure, Baby…?” She breathlessly asked.

You bit your lip and nodded, going to crash your lips back into the red heads eagerly, but you were stopped by her hand.

“There’s no need to rush…” She purred, “Let me take care of you…”

“Ok…” you panted, your heart racing.

“First things first, if I do something you don’t like and want me to change say ‘yellow’, and if you just want me to stop all together say ‘red’… Understand?”

“I understand…”

Lesso smiled at your agreement. She then scooped you up and carried you to her private quarters, dropping you below her on her bed.

“What do you want, Baby…?” She taunted.

“I… Fuck me—please…” you stuttered.

Lesso’s eyes twinkled with lust.

“Alright, I’ll be right back…”

Lesso left to go into her closet, and she came back out in nothing but her undergarments and her blue strap-on dick. You eyes widened and you bit your lip, nodding eagerly. But the red head tutted you off.

“Not yet, Baby… First, I want to taste you.”

Her words made you melt on the spot. You immediately stripped off all your clothes and opened your legs wide for the blonde.

“Someone’s eager aren’t they…?” Lesso teased.

You playfully stuck your tongue out in response, but your face quickly contorted into a silent scream of pleasure when Lesso caught you off guard by swiftly sliding her tongue through your folds. The red head continued to lap away at your folds, slowly building to your climax.

“Oh, OHHhHhhhH—!!” You moaned out, grasping Lesso’s red hair tightly.

“Hmmmm, you like that baby…?” The red head taunted.

You nodded vigorously.

“Please… whatever you’re doing… don’t stop…!!” You whimpered.

Lesso lowered her mouth back down to your heat.

“Oh baby…” she chuckled, “I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon…”

That skilled tongue of Lesso’s edged you all the way right up to the edge of your high.

“You gonna cum for me, Baby…?” She lustfully cooed.

Your eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

“Yes yes, so close please please Leo—!!”

“Uh uh, eyes open, baby…”

You opened your hooded eyes and the view of the red head in between your legs sent you over the edge.

~~~

“I… God Fuck me Leo please—!!” You whimpered.

You couldn’t take anymore of her teasing, skilled tongue. You wanted to be filled by her. Fully.

“Alright, Baby…” The red head lustfully chuckled.

~~~

You cried out in pleasurable pain as Lesso continued to pound into you through your upteenth orgasm of the night.

“Yesss Baby…” the red head lustfully hissed, “I know my dick feels so good…”

Your mouth spewed more incoherent mewls and cries, your hands fisted in the bed sheets, and your head rolled back in overwhelming pleasure.

“But why are you crying…?” She taunted, “Isn’t this what you asked for?”

You let out a guttural moan as the woman hit that sweet spot deep inside you, and you nodded vigorously.

“Do you want me to stop…?” Lesso wickedly purred, “See, i don’t think you do… Not by the way your juices are spilling out of your cunt… Not by the way your crying out my name…”

“No no no don’t stop GOD don’t stop—!!” You cried out.

Lesso continued to rut into you with skill, only pushing you further to your next climax.

“That’s okay, Baby… Keep crying and I’ll let you cum on my dick as many times as you’d like…” She purred.

You merely mewled and nodded in response.

“My pretty crybaby…” Lesso cooed.

~~~

You didn’t usually like being proved wrong, but in this case… so worth it.

You were still shaking and all trembly as Lesso finally put the strap away. She came up to you, pulling you close to her so that she could properly clean you up. She gently washed your thighs clean and you spasmed every once and a while from how sensitive you were. Your breathing was labored and still extremely out of it.

“Shhhhh, You did so good, baby, so good…” the red head cooed, cleaning around your heat with a warm rag.

Afterwards, the red head pulled you into her form, causing you to whine slightly at your sore figure being moved.

“Shhhhhh, just cuddle into me, sweet girl…” she cooed.

You were quick to fall asleep in the red hair’s arms.

~~~

Lady Leonora Lesso Masterlist

[spookystar29]

In my mind Dovey is a pillow princess and Lesso a stone top, which makes it even more fitting and wholesome bec Lesso literally calls her princess

[ciphersonlywife]

sge 👏 criminal 👏 au

[incorrectdovessoquotes]

Emma: [throws shoe at Lesso]

Clarissa: HOW DID YOU GET YOUR SHOE OFF THAT FAST?

Lesso: They don’t call her Fast Shoe Off Emma for nothin’.

Emma, confused: No one calls me that.

Lesso: They should.

[sere-rine]

STEAMY THOUGHT #2

Just pondering how Lady Lesso would punish you once she saw you touching yourself after she tease you all day.

Maybe she would edge you for hours. She would make you put your skirt up unto your waist and open your buttoned shirt only for her to be able to see your breast. She would make you touch yourself on her desk in front of her (while she's sitting gloriously, fully clothed and looking at you with the darkest eyes she could have.) and would make you stop once you're near. And if ever you can't control yourself, she would smack your hands away from your dripping wet cunt with her cane.

"Bad sluts like yourself does not deserve to cum, am I right?"

Or maybe she would make you cum non stop with a vibrator while your hands are tied up on top of your head with her neck tie. She'll use her magic to recover your stamina but she'll make sure to leave your cunt and stay overstimulated. She'll not stop until you say your safe word or until you pass out.

"What? This is why your touching yourself without my permission, you want a release. So I'm giving you a non stop chance to cum you whore."

[anyasivy]

When You Know, You Know - Leonora Lesso x Fem!Reader

"The sky's beautiful." you said.

Leonora Lesso replied with, "I know." staring right at you, drinking in just how the night sky's beauty compared to nothing from you.

warning: i wrote this at 2 am so PLEASE ignore the grammatical errors because on top of that, english is not my first language and i honestly write what sounds best in my head lmfaooooo. this is also based on movie sfgae too.

tags: second chances, light angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

A Reader. Nevers would pick on you and some Evers would be ashamed to be in the same space as you. But nevertheless, you never gave up. You had made it through most of the years... barely. But the thing is, you were graduating and about to embark on a journey worthy of heroes. Well, that until you met a new teacher from the School for Evil during the opening day. Lady Lesso. You eventually found out she'd taught Curses and Deathtraps to Nevers. The thought of falling into one made you shiver, and you made sure since then to never be in the same space as her students. She was a meticulous woman, you observed. From afar, she was almost not intimidating. Her movements were firm and confident. Every flick of her hand, every step and stride, every look— it screamed of fearless. She was, in a way you wouldn't dare admit then, beautiful. Your mind reasoned she was evil, and therefore undeserving of that description. But who could look at Lady Lesso and think of her as anything than? She had the features of a goddess, a beauty that begged to be loved, and a soul that invited affection. You reveled in it, in her, that you hadn't realized you had been staring too much. One day, she pinned you against the wall and demanded to stop your madness.

That had changed it all.

You snapped yourself out of it, your hands holding the invitation the school had sent. Or by the looks of it, schools. You heard what had happened recently, and you thanked the heavens you had graduated already. Rafal? Blood magic? Oh yes, definitely grateful you weren't there to deal with that.

Tonight was the night you'd come back, and you looked momentarily at the gown you had picked. The ballgown was violet, which was the first thing that captured your eyes along with its threaded silk flowers down the bodice. It fit perfectly on your waist and had off-the-shoulder straps. It left your collarbone and cleavage bare. You would wear a necklace and black heels to compliment it. And as you look at your gown, you think of how you're supposed to be excited and stuff. A part of you is... kind of... but you were mostly nervous.

You don't wanna know why. You need not to. And there was no way in hell you'd acknowledge it.

"I apologize," her heels were the first to have entered your view as you hunched over your desk, studying. The sound of rustling and her coat falling on your bed made your heart thump over and over relentlessly against your chest. You try to remember the events of today, making sure you aren't going to let Leonora Lesso off the hook so easily. "It's an exercise getting rid of habits."

You scoff at this. "Habits, you say, when what you did was evil."

"I wonder why," she says ever so smugly, but there is a trace of hesitation in her voice. A fragility that suggests caution and care. You don't dwell on it. Not wanting to.

Flipping to the next page deemed unnecessary as words float above your head. All your senses concentrated on the woman who seemed to sit comfortably atop your dorm bed. You resist the temptation to look in her direction. A second of gazing into her limitless amethyst eyes and you'd lose this fight. Useless it may seem, but it was a big step for you. An instance to remind yourself of your own worth.

The flipping of pages must've rang annoyingly in Lesso's ears because she clears her throat. A testimony to the arising irritation she's been keeping off. "I apologize," she says more firmly than the one she came in with. You remained silent. "Truly, this time. I have no excuses for letting my students perform the prank." She had graded them, too. Shouting a significant 'you passed!' across the room with a hint of amusement not of you, but of her students' stunt. You repeated the scenario over and over in your head, hoping it'd motivate you to keep up the upper hand.

You hear Lesso move. The click, click of her heels matched the fast beating of your stupid heart pounding eagerly.

"Do you want me to beg? Get on my knees for your apology? Because you and I are fully aware of my incapability to surrender to Good."

You snapped. "Lesso." a triumphant smirk formed on her lips. It disappeared a moment after as she circles your desk, now presenting herself in front of you. Her scent fills the space you felt protected in, and for an instant, you could feel your walls of bricks shattering.

"Perhaps I should, then. With that look you're giving me." Leonora tilts her head, hoping for more words to spill out of those pretty lips of yours. She'd kissed them millions of times, but if it took giving up her whole identity to kiss them again, she'd strip herself nameless. "[Y/N], my love. What will it take for you to forgive me?"

You shivered as she spoke. She knew just how to get you, both with her words and her eyes. That expression of hers. The vulnerability of it all. Leonora Lesso promised a wonder that she swore only you could ever reside. So it wasn't a surprise when you got up and pulled her in for a kiss, quick and soft. A promise itself, too. A forgiveness of something shallow to some.

"You are an asshole."

"We have established that to be a compliment."

The School for Good was as grand as ever. As beautiful, too. You looked over the lake and recalled the lessons you had dozed off in that place. The wind and the soft sound of water made it too relaxing for you to behave like anything but an Ever. You continued up the stairs along with other heroes and their partners. The engagement ring you had shone bright like a mark of property you wanted to resist. You wonder if you should've brought your partner like the rest. But then again, you weren't for semantics when it came to the person you wanted to marry for functionality and formality.

The door was wide open for guests, and as you walked further into, you realized there wasn't anything much that changed. The same halls, walls, and designs. The longing in your chest made you want to go back home, away from this place and reminders of who you used to be--- who you used to be with.

You wonder if she's here. If anything had changed about her, or if she stayed the same, too. Evil and cunning. Yours. The bitter taste of how things ended clouded your mind. The cheery guests and welcomes of students in the Theatre of Tales thankfully distracted you from that.

Surprisingly, the floor was full of both Evers and Nevers mingling. There were those who looked disdained as if the Evilness and Goodness of their souls forbade them from interacting with the opposite side. But then there were those who giggled and laughed with each other, almost intimately. The scene before you caused an overwhelming grief. You pushed it forcibly down and started off as you spotted Professor Dovey.

She gives you a look-over like she wants to remember you, and not a second passes before melts in her knees. "Oh, you child!" she ran to you and wrapped an arm, the other too busy keeping the drink she was holding from spilling. "You have grown!"

"Thankfully," you cheered, beaming at the sight of her. "You look nice. Professor Anemone stopped giving you a hard time?"

"Quite the opposite. Everyone, really. The stress of the events and changes-- oh, it's like Christmas and Halloween collided here and urged a holiday of itself." Professor Dovey groans. "But all's well that ends well."

"Yikes." you flash a sheepish smile and glance over the ball, spotting someone with yellow hair reminding a student to smile brighter. You chuckle, looking back at the Professor before you.

"Mhm. Oh. And--"

"Please, Professor." you cut off. The sudden change in her tone, the small whisper and the softness of it obviously led to the territory you've been avoiding all morning.

Dovey sighed, "All right," her shoulder slumped and her eyes darted around across and behind the place before she was sure to speak again. "I don't wanna spoil your surprise."

"Surprise?"

"She's changed, [Y/N]."

"Surprising."

She chuckles softly, almost with pity. Dovey places a gentle hand on your arm and squeezes it. "How about we go get drinks before you meet the rest of the night?"

The end was nearer than you expected. It was coming fast and keen. Surely. You've been keeping your mind off it, finding solace in the moments of now, and not of the future. You question from time to time your insanity and the way to keep it intact should anything unforeseeable happen. Losing her, to be precise. But she's been quiet about it, and the often change of topic when the mention of your graduation is said clues you just how much she's been keeping her mind off it, too. So here you were in the night, sitting on an alcove, and gazing at the stars from your window. The night sky promised such peacefulness. The darkness and the silence radiated comfort you'd almost forgotten the stakes. The meanings. The possibilities. You hug your knees to your chest, feeling defensive of what was yours. What is yours. What should be yours tomorrow and the days after.

The door creaked open.

"You should be sleeping," her voice echoed from the door, and you felt your heart breaking at the unpredictability it held.

You gulp down the ache, hoping your voice didn't come out shaky, "Punish me for it, then." your humor earns a soft chuckle from the woman you loved, and she walks closer to where you were sitting. She opted for the bed instead of beside you.

"Is everything well?" the question shouldn't be hard to answer. The days when you cried about exams and the fear of failing, and she caught you, were far better than the moment right now. You'd rather endure repeating the year if you were given the choice to. It all seemed so simple then.

"The sky's beautiful," you said instead, your eyes never leaving the view before you.

Leonora Lesso replied with, "I know." staring right at you, drinking in just how the night sky's beauty compared to nothing from you. You were... so much more. Your beauty yielded of tremendous unknown that no words could ever amount to describe you. You had her soul, heart, and body. And she didn't mind. Not a single of it.

"What you said earlier," Lesso's mind blanked and her heart froze at the reminder. "I can't say it. I won't ever."

You hear her take a deep breath, it shakes. You finally look at her. And the thoughts of running away with Leonora Lesso didn't seem mad anymore.

"Time will come." was all she said, but her expression betrayed the strength of her voice.

"I won't let it come. If that's what it takes." your voice had gone small, and your feet dragged you beside Lesso. You take her hand with yours and entangle your fingers. You can't let go. Would rather die than be able to. "I can survive Trial by Tales--"

"No. No. We agreed on this. We won't ever." she grips your hand tighter. Desperate. "Evil and Good don't belong together."

And there it is. The string keeping your heart from breaking snaps, and you had fallen into pieces before her. Tears welled up in your eyes as you shifted closer. You leaned in, hoping to find some insincerity in her eyes. A facade. Because this had to be a joke, a cruel joke. And you'd rather she admit it was and forgive her for being evil than for it being true.

"Leonora, that is not true. You and I both know we belong together. This cannot just stay like this. I don't want us to be just a memory." You begged, holding her hands as if she'd slip through any time.

She would.

"It won't just be a memory for me if it's any consolation, my love."

"I can't deny you."

As the moon passed by the clouds, the moonlight shone right over Lesso's face. Her cheeks glistened with the tears that had fallen. You reached to wipe them, but she had stopped and held your hand before she could. A denial.

"Then it's best if I do."

Professor Anemone had flashed the warmest and the perfect smile as she approached you. The pressure builds up in your breath as you try to imitate. You reminded yourself how foolish it was to think you could still fail at her class, but you were nervous as you smiled, anyway. The Professor hadn't commented on it and instead initiated a quick hug.

"Well, if it isn't our lovely [Y/N]. I'd never admit that before," she raises a playful eyebrow and clinks it with yours and Dovey's. "but you certainly have grown. Engaged, I heard." you start thinking if she had heard of it, too.

Professor Dovey snapped her head in your direction at this, obviously taken aback. You wouldn't blame her. It wasn't something you'd do a year ago. "Engaged?"

You hold out your right hand, and despite having done this a couple of times, the action cringes you as they stare at the beautiful ring. "I meant to tell."

"It's beautiful..." Professor Anemone blinks, "But."

"She'd rather not talk about it." Professor Dovey interrupts, and you smile reassuringly at both of them. "I am glad you're engaged and set to a wonderful, fairytale life, dear."

Your smile tightened. A wonderful, fairytale life you had envisioned before had been different, and beautifully so. The thought of it makes you want to choke. It had been a long time since that dream came across your mind, but the effect lingered the same. The longing and the pain tore through your heart, still. You wanted to excuse yourself then and there when a certain woman walked over the small circle of you and the two Professors.

"You came,"

All the air in your lungs escaped. And so did Anemone and Dovey.

Leonora Lesso stood tall, her heels bothering her feet like always, and dressed in an all-black outfit appropriate for Never Professors, looking as Evil and as beautiful as ever. A wonder. And still, still, she took your breath away.

"You came, too." was all your stupid mouth could say, your eyes fixed on her amethyst ones. Limitless, you'd describe it then. And you were right even after all these years.

"It's kind of mandatory." she humored, and you smiled, and she forgot to breathe as well. It's insane, she thinks, of how you were still able to do this to her. To have this kind of hold after everything.

When Leonora thought she was on the brink of death, her life flashed before her eyes, and she saw you. Your eyes. Your smile. She felt you. Your soft hands. Your touch. You.

Silence fell, awkward silence. And you had shifted your gaze from her eyes to the ground, afraid of letting too much of your emotions fall out. You wonder if she was at all feeling the same.

"Professor Dovey said you changed. A surprise, she claims." you start, hoping it'd suffice for a conversation.

"Dovey says a lot of things."

"I know."

"I should say the same for you." she watched your ring, and you followed suit. You felt almost defensive of your actions when you realized. "I say congratulations are in order."

You gulp the lump in your throat, "You don't have to."

"Congratulations, [Y/N]."

You crumbled. Lesso's face was void of anything but hurt. For a second, you were sure tears formed in the corners of her eyes, and you struggled not to pull her into your arms like before. Why can't this just be like before?

"It's for formality. I don't love him. It's not like that." you quickly blabbered, breathing heavily. "I... shit. Just..." and without warning, you took her by arm and electricity flowed through your skin. You try not to focus on the fact that this has been the first time you touched her in years as you drag the both of you to your secret spot. A surreptitious place that felt like it was built solely for the two of you. When you arrived, a breath you didn't know you were holding was still stuck in your throat. You pull your hand away.

Leonora stands a few feet away, maintaining a distance to keep herself from running up to you and having you be hers again.

"You look beautiful tonight."

"Stop,"

"[Y/N], I apologize--"

"No. Stop,"

"Please, just--"

"You denied me!" all the pain throughout the years, the hurt that had grown over time and had been forgotten, and the frustration, came out trembling. The tears you refrained from falling fell free. Leonora Lesso has always been your ruin. "You denied me, Leonora. I told you I love you and I wanted to fight for you. That--that this fucking Good versus Evil bullshit was nothing compared to what we had-- what we have-- that it was greater than anything withstanding us! And you denied me."

The moonlight shone just like that night. You see Leonora's eyebrows furrowed, and it only took you a second to realize she was crying, too. Her red hair, longer now, had cascaded just above her shoulder. And you ached to brush your fingers on it.

"I love you." she steps closer.

"No."

"I love you so much." and closer.

"Leonora--"

"I love you, [Y/N]."

And you admit defeat. Just like before. You meet her halfway and wrap your arms around her neck as you pull her in for a kiss. Heavens, her lips. Her kiss. Her hands find its usual place on your waist. The feel of her pressed up. The brush of her nose. You could die. It all seemed to fit so perfectly. Like two puzzles. Like two fated people meant to be each other's.

The moment she pulls away, you sniffle, tears still flowing. She chuckles at the sight of you, wiping your tears away with her thumb. You lean into the touch. "You are the best thing in my life and I was a fool to let you go. To ever believe those things I've said, to even imply them. I was the greatest fool ever. But I can't live this life, [Y/N], not without you. I can't live with knowing I had you and set you free. I cannot."

"I love you, too, you dumbass."

Leonora smiles, and your heart swells with so much love. The sound of your diamond ring falling to the ground cracks a smile in you, and Lesso brushes her nose against yours. You inhale her scent. Unchanging. Just like this unwavering love between the two of you. You press your lips against hers again, feeling at home within her arms.

"Deny me again and I'll kill you, you hear me?"

"And to think you graduated School for Good."

the end.

-

any grammatical errors and typos will be changed in the morning because wtf it's 3 am I AM TIRED. SUFFER FOR A LITTLE. GOOD NIGHT.

[spookie-bitch]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚Lesso Headcanons *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Pairings: Lady Lesso x Fem!Reader Warnings: slight NSFW, not anything that isn't vague or just mentioned

An: 😔 still got writers block. Requests are open y'all send them bad boys in 🙏

!Any age gap mentioned is legal!

— 1000% a top/dom, there's no arguing about that

— I hear a lot of people saying that she gets Jealous, but I feel like she's far too confident and proud to get jealous a lot

— This doesn't mean she doesn't get jealous at all, just not by small stuff. If someone is all up in your business or trying to make her jealous, they might just maybe, possibly go missing

— If you're trying to make her jealous, she won't hesitate to remind you who you belong too

— She will not tolerate any ruke breaking or acting out, she will put you back in line

— She always cares a lot more that she puts on

— She might indulge in temper tantrums, it just depends on her mood. This is solely because she finds them amusing

—If you're a student, expect special privileges

— Curfew? Not as long as you're with Lesso

— Special privileges does not mean neglecting your studies, especially if it's because you think she won't fail you, because she will

— If there's anything she hates more than the color pink, it's idiots, just because you're with her does not give you a pass to be one

— Her love language is an uneven mix of quality time, acts of service, and words of affirmation

—I can see her being a bit uncomfortable with physical touch at first. (she literally shoved Sophie away with her cane bc she was too close 😭)

—This doesn't mean she won't flaunt you if an Everboy looks at you for too long — Once the two of you get closer, she'll never stop touching you

—Despite her more... Aggressive and blunt personality, I think she waits until you're comfortable to do anything. (Sex, cuddles, ect...)

—She'd never let herself forget it if she scared you away

[tzyuki]

— (08.14.23) ZEROBASEONE

IN WHICH ✶ jj tzyuzki writes different enemies 2 lovers scenarios with the jebis!

genre 𓏸 ͘ ࣭⸰ gn!reader x non-idol!zb1 , e2l

warnings 𓏸 ͘ ࣭⸰ none that i know of, if so please tell me!

͏͏⏤ ☆ sung hanbin / 성한빈

you and hanbin would be “rivals” while working at a cafe. like when you guys are told to sell certain items on the menu you guys try and get more than the other. you start catching feelings for him when one day he defended you while getting yelled at by your boss.

͏͏⏤ ☆ kim jiwoong / 김지웅

you and jiwoong would be labeled as competing actors because you guys both were actors on hit dramas, the nets would compare characters / actors and you guys would get compared more than the others. so when you guys both landed a role on the same show you kind of had an image already set for him, you just saw him as your rival because of all the talk online. but when you found out that your characters would end up being a side relationship you were taken aback, but as filming happened you slowly fell in love with his personality.

͏͏⏤ ☆ zhang hao / 章昊

you and hao were popular among the music scene, while hao was getting invited to play at a bunch of weddings, you were getting invited to play at a bunch of birthday parties. you started to see him as a rival when people started to book him instead of you, your clients would message you saying “I’m so sorry y/n, can we cancel you?” and then on the day of the event you’d see photos of hao from the attendees who were crushing on him. you started to feel attracted to him when he was booked for a wedding of a friend, you could see how passionate he was while playing the violin and that hooked you in.

͏͏⏤ ☆ seok matthew / 석매튜

you had just found matthew annoying, for like no given reason…you just liked being a little hater and didnt understand why ppl were fawning over him. he knew you didn’t take much of a liking to him so he would purposely annoy you more. when he had gone back to korea you actually missed his annoyance.

͏͏⏤ ☆ kim taerae / 김태래

taerae and you were always fighting over the top two spots in a game that was currently popular. you guys would always juggle between the first and second spot. it irked both of you guys so much that even the sight of each other or the sound of e/o’s voice pissed you guys off. it’s only when you guys suddenly get placed into the same teams on another game is when you guys got close. learning that it’s pretty fun to play games with one another.

͏͏⏤ ☆ shen quanrui / 沈泉锐

you were honestly just jealous of the attention ricky got that it made you hate him. he had everyone loving him and you just didn’t understand it. you knew deep down that it was js pure jealousy but one day when ricky is your assigned partner you learn how soft spoken and sweet he could be, slowly understanding why he’s the center of the attention.

͏͏⏤ ☆ kim gyuvin / 김규빈

you hated how loud and chaotic gyuvin was. you were introverted and hated loud distractions. gyuvin and his friends would be at the library trying to study but they end up just goofing off. this made you grow a hatred for him because of how inconsiderate he was being. but when you are assigned to tutor him you find it kind of endearing on how clueless he was about a certain subject, but tried his best to understand it.

͏͏⏤ ☆ park gunwook / 박건욱

you guys were constantly up against each other academically. you guys were the schools best students and always fought for the top spot. you hated how he ‘stole’ the class president spot from you js because everyone found him charming and attractive. you had some personal problems going on, causing your grades to drop drastically. gunwook noticed this as your teachers would scold you. he thought you looked hopeless so he wanted to help you catch up, that’s when you started to learn how kind the boy is, definitely deserving the class president spot.

͏͏⏤ ☆ han yujin / 한유진

you and yujin would bicker all the time for no reason. one day two bickered while a lesson was going on and both got detention, your teacher making you guys sit next to each other and finish a worksheet tgt in hopes you’d get along by the end. you both were stubborn as hell … it took you guys a while to actually start on the worksheet but you guys learned that you can work well that day.

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[iamnotoriginalphil]

One Touch (Leonora Lesso x f!Reader) - Part 3

Synopsis: Tensions rise until someone breaks.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: possessive behaviour, jealousy, smut

AN: Okay, final part of this short series. Part 1 can be found here and part 2 can be found here.

No longer were you avoiding Lesso. In fact, you’d begun to seek her out, placing yourself right in her eye line, by her elbow, close enough to remind her of your presence every chance you could. And she was doing her best to act as if her eyes didn’t linger on you.

But they did and you drank up the attention.

Since your offer, she’d kept away from your room, not even coming over to the other school as if she couldn’t trust herself to be so close to your room. Which was flattering, if not a little frustrating. But her eyes followed you around the grounds, in the shared spaces, whenever you ventured into her halls. It was thrilling, knowing you took up more space in her vision than anyone else.

So then you began to play with her. It seemed fair, after being her plaything for so many weeks. She deserved to be nothing but a throbbing pulse of want. She was going to be the one who broke, not you. It was her future. If she wanted it she had to make it happen.

You were just going to help it along.

Sprawling out on a blanket in the garden, you allowed yourself to watch her as she had a hissed argument with Dovey. Her eye flicked up, finding you on your blanket, glowering when you tossed your hair back. You stretched, arms over your head, back arching as a soft sigh passed over your lips. Her gaze only turned darker as she watched you.

She whirled on her heels, coat flying out behind her as she strode away, thunder on her face. You smiled to yourself, going back to the book you were reading in the sun. Dovey’s shadow passed over you. You looked up at her, shading your eyes.

“I hope you know what you’re doing with Lesso,” she said, making you feel like one of her students, “she’s trouble.”

“She’s evil,” you replied with a small shrug.

“Exactly!”

“I promise, it’s going to be fine,” you said, “I’m in control.”

“Are you?”

You thought you were. You were almost certain you were. You’d taken back the control, choosing to flip the script and make her take the initiative if she wanted you. It was her choice. She knew you wanted her, she knew she was invited, she had to take the next step.

“Yes,” you replied.

She hovered another moment more before leaving you to your book. You sighed, settling back to read, letting your mind drift. Spending some time on your memory of Lesso drinking her coffee that morning was a wonderful use of your imagination. Her tongue dragging along her lower lip, her eyes finding you from over the top of her cup, long fingers curling around ceramic body. You could imagine her giving you that exact look when you were between her thighs.

You hoped you’d find out soon enough.

Leisurely cycling through your fantasies, you let the time slip away. The sun began to sink below the horizon, turning the sky into a canvas of pinks and oranges. The air began to chill, pricking your skin with goosebumps until you sighed, sitting up and accepting it was time to go inside.

“You’ve been out here a while.” Anemone was standing a few feet away, watching you, “must be a good book.”

“It’s alright.”

You fell into step beside her, making your way towards the shared dining room.

“I’ve been hearing some whispers,” she said.

“Oh?” You wondered if Lesso would be at the table when you arrived.

“There are rumours that you have caught the eye of our Evil Dean,” she continued, lowering her voice as you passed a group of students, “I hope for your sake that isn’t true.”

“Why?” you asked.

“Lesso would chew you up and spit you out,” she replied, running her eyes over you, “although, I will hand it to you. She’s changed her mind about your ability.”

“But not her attitude,” you muttered.

“You can hardly expect her to be sunshine and rainbows,” she said with a small smile.

“No, that would be too good for someone so evil,” you replied.

Her laughter was like bells, tinkling through the air as you passed into the dining hall. Your eyes ran along the table, finding Lesso already staring at you. Her eyes had narrowed and her lips were pressed together into a tight line. You looked away, catching Anemone’s gaze flicking between her and you.

“Oh no,” she murmured.

“Yeah,” you said.

“You don’t have to let her get away with it,” she said.

“I do,” you replied.

Her fingertips brushed over the apple of your cheeks.

“You saw it, didn’t you?” she asked but you knew she knew the answer.

You nodded, turning towards her.

“And she knows I did, so there’s no point pretending like neither of us want it,” you said, “we both know where this is going.”

She tilted your chin up with her index finger until you were looking at her.

“Then you have my sympathy,” she said, “and my support.”

“But you said she’d chew me up and spit me out,” you said, eyebrows drawing together.

“And maybe she won’t,” she replied, “maybe she’s met her match. Maybe, just maybe, true love isn’t just for the good.”

“True love?” You pulled out of her hold, back bumping into another body.

A warm hand settled on your hip, familiar and electrifying. You froze before melting under her touch. It had been so long, too much time passing since that last time her touch brushed along your body. Her fingers tightened, pulling you back another step until you were pressed against her.

“What is going on here?” Lesso snarled, so close to your ear.

“Anemone and I are having a conversation,” you replied.

“A conversation?” You didn’t have to look at her to know her eyebrow was raised.

Admittedly, it was growing difficult to think straight with her body pressed so close against yours. You found yourself leaning back against her, not aware of doing it. Her low chuckle was filthy, making your skin prickle.

“It didn’t look like a conversation,” she said, something dark and delicious in her voice, “or rather, it didn’t look like only a conversation.”

“And that matters to you why?” you asked, pushing away how breathless you felt with her hands on you.

“You know why.” Her voice dropped an octave, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“I don’t see how it concerns you when that hasn’t happened yet,” you said, trying to take a step out of her hold.

Her hold on you tightened, bruising and insistent as she kept you in place. You turned your head, searching for her face, wanting to gauge her through what her eyes were doing. They were glaring down at you, her anger barely restrained. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, stealing her attention and you saw the way her anger mixed with her desire.

“As long as you’re here it concerns me,” she all but growled.

A group of princesses passed you, giggling amongst themselves. They shot a glance towards the two of you, Anemone having left you to the predator who had marked you as prey. You froze, watching them make their way further into the room, heads turning back to watch you.

“Come on.”

Her fingers curled around your wrist, pulling you from the hall. You stumbled over your own feet, the pace she was going faster than you would prefer. Through unending shadows, through hallways that twisted and turned until you were lost, she dragged you until she practically threw you through a door.

The room was expansive, a fire sending warm light dancing up the walls. A large bed stood at one end, a bed that seemed like it had featured in a dream. Everything was dark, hostile, and yet the warmth and the bed were soft and inviting.

The door closed behind you with a heavy thunk, the turn of the lock loud in the room.

You spun, watching her stalk towards you. With each tap of her cane your stomach tightened. The firelight playing over her face turned it into planes of shadow and light, beautiful and untouchable. Her gaze darkened, locking onto you.

“You were flirting with the insipid beauty teacher,” she said.

“I was not,” you replied, “and even if I was that’s between me and her.”

“You’re mine,” she snarled.

“Then do something about it,” you said, lifting your chin in challenge.

The exact same type of challenge that had gotten you into this situation all those weeks ago.

She tossed her cane aside, onto the small futon that under normal circumstances might have looked quite inviting. Each footstep, slow and measured, brought her closer to you but still just out of reach. She considered you, watching as your breathing became short, your body tensed, your lips parted.

“You think you’re in control here?” she asked, “you think you’re in charge?”

“No,” you replied, “but I don’t think you are either.”

“Wrong answer.”

Her hands landed on your waist, nails digging in, as she forced you further back into the room. The back of your knees hit her mattress, sending you toppling down onto it. You let out a huff, leaning up on your elbows. The curl of her lips was cruel and yet so enticing.

Her hands landed on your knees, pushing them apart, fingers stroking over your skin. You let your legs fall open, watching her as she looked down at her hands, disappearing past the fabric of your skirt. Your teeth sunk into your lip, stifling the noise from her hands on your skin.

“What was that, little one?” The condescension dripped from her lips.

Your hands reached for her. She batted them away, staring down at her as her fingers drew further up your thighs. You shifted, trying to urge her on. Instead, her fingers dug in, holding on, as she lent over you. Her breath ghosted over your face, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Do you want to share with the class?” she asked.

“I want you,” you replied, practically without your permission.

Her smile turned predatory, eyes flashing, and her lips descended on you. Your fingers tangled in her copper curls, gasping into her mouth. Her teeth sunk in until the tang of blood coated your tongue. She licked into your mouth as her hands inched further up your legs.

Her touch was electrifying, waking you up to the potential of what being with her could be. The closest you’d come was the flash of your premonition, the way her lips had felt on your heat burned into your brain, resurfacing in dreams for weeks. Her kiss was all consuming, stealing your breath. You tugged on her hair and she growled into your mouth, muffled and delicious and addictive.

She drew back, ignoring the way you whimpered at the lost of her lips. She extracted her hands from under your skirt, pulling yours from her hair. She held them, fingers like manacles around your wrists, as she dragged her eyes down your body.

“Go on then,” she said, letting you go.

She stepped back from you, settling in a leather arm chair. Her legs spread, forearms resting on her knees, eyes intent on you. You struggled, sitting up, legs still dangling off the edge of the bed. Your body was crying out for her touch once again.

“What?”

Her lips curled up again and you could tell that being with her would be torture and delight all wrapped up in one beautiful body. She tilted her head.

“Making use of my own hands,” she parroted back to you, imitating your seductive whisper into a caricature that caused shame to curdle in your stomach, “or were those all words?”

“You want me to…?” Your cheeks heated at the suggestion.

“That or you can leave.”

You stared at her, waiting for her to tell you she was only joking. The silence stretched. Her eyes dragged over your body, lingering where your skirt had been rucked up. She quirked and eyebrow when she finally looked back to your face.

You took a deep breath in.

Your hand inched its way up your body until it was cupping one breast, the other skimming over the skin of your knee. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, holding eye contact with Lesso. She lent back in her seat, eyes darkening, fingers running along her lips.

You allowed your hand to begin to move up your thigh, tracing the path hers had so recently taken. Your other creeped past the neckline of your dress, seeking out skin and warmth. The brush of your finger against your hardening nipple brought a sharp inhalation. Lesso’s eyes grew more intense.

You palmed your breast, groaning when your other hand found your underwear covered core. Your legs fell further open under your touch. You pinched at your nipple, slowly rolling it between thumb and forefinger. The other hand pushed your underwear aside, gently running through your folds. Your eyes closed as you found your clit, circling it with a muttered curse. You could still feel the weight of her gaze on you, only spurring you on.

You pressed your finger to your entrance. Your breath stuttered in your chest, the anticipation sweet. You threw your head back as you entered yourself, thumb finding your clit. Your moan was loud to your ears, the rest of the room silent. Your hand squeezed your breast, arching into your own touch. The shaky sigh that left your lips was familiar from every other time you’d done this, imagining it was her, wanting it to be her. You thrust a second finger in.

Cold fingers grasped your knees and warm breath hit your inner thigh. Your eyes opened, finding her kneeling between your legs, eyes trained on your core. You watched at her tongue swept along her bottom lip, drawing closer. With indelicate fingers, she tore your underwear in two, exposing you to her feasting eyes.

“Were you imagining it was my hands on your body?”

Her eyes flicked up to you then back to your dripping core, fingers still slowly pumping in and out of your wet heat.

“Yes,” you hissed, thumb pressing down on your clit.

She grasped your wrist, pulling your hand away, removing your fingers. You whined. Her low chuckle filled the air, making you squirm on her mattress.

“Do you want me to touch you?” she asked.

“You know I do,” you replied, frustration clear in your voice.

“Do you want me to claim you?” she asked.

“Either get on with it or let me go take care of myself,” you groused.

“No one will ever touch you without my permission again,” she said, “not even you.”

Her tongue ran through your folds, effectively silencing any retort you might have had. Your head fell back until you’re entire body had fallen against the mattress. She hummed, the vibration making you clench your thighs around her head. Her hands pinned your hips down before you could move, tongue running over your bundle of nerves.

Your own hands found purchase in her hair again, fingers tangling in her curls. She hummed again and your groan reverberated around the room. Her lips wrapped around your clit, her suck harsh and unforgiving. She lifted you, positioning your legs over her shoulders. Your heels dug into her back as her tongue delved back in.

Clearly, your vision had cut off before it had gotten to the truly good part.

Her name was a prayer on your lips, fingers tightening in her hair. She took her time, seemingly wanting to memorise you with nothing but her tongue. You gasped out pleas, begging her, but she slowed further, always keeping you just on the edge. Waiting for her to give you permission, you were at her mercy. Her hands kept you pinned to the bed and her mouth kept you from being able to form a coherent thought.

And then it was like teasing you had grown boring to her. She became unrelenting, driving you towards the edge without a thought of how you might handle it. Your orgasm crashed into you, like a wall that had appeared out of nowhere. Her name was a long drawn out sound on your tongue as pleasure did it’s best to pull you under.

She lapped at you, drinking down everything you were giving, and there was no time to catch your breath. Her hands were still holding you in place, tightening when you tried to move, and her mouth was feasting on you.

The second orgasm was slower, like ice melting through your veins. Your body turned to jelly beneath her, fingers loosening and soft smile taking over your face. Her hands left your thighs, rising from between your legs and staring down at you, wiping your arousal from her chin. There was a self satisfied grin on her face and her eyes were turned molten.

“Well, aren’t you fun,” she murmured before she swooped down, kissing you. The taste of yourself on her tongue was entirely too hot for you to handle.

“I didn’t realise we were doing dessert before dinner,” you said, breathless laugh at the end.

She lay down beside you, one arm scooping you up, the other pushing your hair away from your face. You looked up to her, into her face, finding something that made your heart beat just a little harder, squeeze a little harder, ache a little harder. It was like she was seeing you, all of you, and still wanted you.

“You’re mine,” she murmured again, but this time it was less harsh, a softer claiming, one you couldn’t argue with.

“I am,” you agreed.

Her fingertips ran over the apple of your cheek, delicate and soft. You shivered, pressing closer to her body.

“I guess my seduction did work,” you said, looking up at her from under lowered lashes.

“Tell yourself whatever helps you sleep at night,” she said, turning her gaze away but the press of her fingers into your waist gave her away.

“You couldn’t even wait long enough to undress me,” you said, rolling until you were sitting on top of her, looking down at her, “were you that desperate for me?”

“Keep up that line of questioning and I’ll find a way to silence you,” she growled.

You lent down, lips ghosting over hers.

“Make me.”

And she did.

[xx-state-of-mind-xx]

Lesso: I promise to always be by your side.

Dovey: Aw, thanks-

Lesso: Or under you.

Dovey:

Lesso: Or on top...

[i-write-sometimes-maybe]

I made this poll a week so I have time to actually finish them both just in case I can’t tell which gets picked, because you guys might surprise me.

[farahtissaiamyloves]

Hii, This is my first time asking for a request! If your not taking requests please ignore this. I love your writing by the way! <3 lady lesso x reader, I was wondering if you could do a part 2 Of im not a child anymore. Maybe they would have to hide there relationship. And lesso being head over heels for the reader. TY<3

I'm not a child anymore - part 2

Hi !!! Thanks for doing this request. I hope to receive more of your wonderful ideas in the future:)

Part 1

It was not entirely forbidden.

Both of you were evil and professors. However, in order for your relationship to be considered appropriate, you needed time.

Time that both of you were tired of giving.

It was one of the only times you considered your special ability as a true gift.

You could wait for her to walk through a deserted corridor and sneak up to her from behind.

You didn't know how, but Leonora always seemed to know wherever you were to tackle her and was fast enough to grab you and press you against the wall.

The redhead through the years of her education had taken lots of height, resulting in her looming over you.

" Naughty girls need to be punished. " She would whisper sensually before kissing you senseless and then lead you to the closest of your chambers.

You were the oldest, but it was clear as day who was wearing the pants in your relationship.

Leonora was over the moon.

She had been dreaming about it for ages, you sitting on her lap, you playing with her hair, you kissing her cheek, you still asleep (preferably naked) in her arms.

She wanted everything.

EVERYTHING from you.

The innocent and the dirty things.

She wanted to be able to wrap her hand around your waist, showing off to everyone.

She wanted to be able to gaze at you lovingly whenever you disciplined a student with a little more violence than necessary.

How much did Leonora love watching you asserting your dominance (on other people's expense) or you using violence.

You were the angel of darkness (literally, that's what everybody called you), yet Leonora wouldn't hesitate a single second to name you the goddess of beauty, as she found you prettier than the night sky itself.

You were both in love. So in love.

And you were both forced to hide it. Hide your mutual attraction, and your flirtatious little comments needed to be greatly diminished, especially with either the dean of good or Leonora's 'friend', aka Clarissa Dovey.

One day, both you and Leonora decided to take a walk around the castle grounds, under the protection of the night and the magnificent moonlight, creating such a unique and romantic atmosphere.

You were leaning against her right arm, half asleep because the previous night you slept for approximately one hour (the dean of good forced you to stay awake, claiming that she suspected one of your students was stealing from one of hers - she was so disappointed when she was proven wrong).

Leonora had placed her hand in a way to allow you to lean on her while also propelling you forward.

You yawned, closing your eyes and allowing your secret girlfriend to walk you around.

Leonora kissed the top of your head, continuing walking but changing direction.

" Where are we going ? " You asked too lazy - and bored - to open your eyes.

" We are going to put you back to bed. " Leonora half laughed, not able to understand how you were unable to even think.

You hummed, wrapping your hands around her waist and resting your head on her shoulder. " I see... "

There was long silence while Leonora was making sure that neither of you was going to fall off.

" Will you sleep with me ? Please ? " You whined, kissing her shoulder-blade.

Leonora patted your back and left a kick kiss on your forehead. " You know that you don't even have to ask. "

You made a celebrating sound before stopping abruptly. Leonora immediately followed suit.

You pointed at her right. " I think your friend Dovey is hiding there. "

The never professor raised an eyebrow. " It can't be, she's not very fond of walking around the school at night. "

" LEONORA FUCKING LESSO. YOU ARE VERY WELL AWARE THAT ALL OF US ARE FORBIDDEN TO BRING OUR LOVERS IN SCHOOL GROUNDS, MUCH MORE DURING THE SCHOOL YEAR. YOU INSOLE- " Dovey stopped midsentence realizing who was in Leonora's hands.

You turned to face her - still glued on your lover's body. " You done ? "

Clarissa swallowed hard. She was - for a first time in a really long while - speechless.

" Well, if that's the case, then I better go to bed. You, evers, wasted enough of my time with your stupid ideas and even more useless and boring opinions. " You waved her off, turning your back at her.

Leonora smirked, interlocking your hands together as she waved mockingly goodbye to Clarissa.

" Oh, before I forgot. Mention anything of this to your annoying Dean, and you will suddenly lose your ability to breathe. " You added like it was no big deal.

Little Dovey was slowly tearing up. Both you and Leonora had graduated which meant...

The girl turned around and practically run back to the school for good.

Little did she know that both of you and your lover were laughing your asses at the sight of her disheveled state.

[snakeskins-world]

This is a first draft, but I like this, sorry for any spelling mistakes, I'm trying to get back into writing again.

This was inspired by this image on Pinterest, I don't own it but don't know the original creator

Anyway, enjoy reading 🥰

Comfy now

Comfort was not a thing evil could expect. Being forced into roles of cruel, harsh being devoid of any positive interactions.

This was torture for good to imagine. How could someone deny themselves the basic comfort of a cozy blanket? The warmth the fire makes when it illuminates the living room on a rainy night with your was drink?

The answer is simple.

Evil never got that.

When Clarissa discovered this, she was a mere student at the school she was now dean over. Of wich, she may have snuck around, but she'd member admit to rule breaking, she wad a good, benevolent, sweet ex fairy godmother.

Clarissa sat in her office.the warmth of the fire wrapped around her like a blanket, and the light wich shone off gave her the ability to see her knitting pattern, she was making a blanket.

Yes, a blanket for the Dean Of Evil, lady lesso. The blanket was a deep, emerald green, for it suited her lover's eyes. The two colours paired well, and it was the only colour Lesso would accept, of course.

Speaking of Lesso, the evil dean was currently layed on the couch, her firey red curls a mess as her heels layed lopsided by the couch, her suit jacket hung upon the coat rack with her vest tossed onto the floor.

Her button up shirt had the top two buttons undon, as to allow the woman more movement, as her head lay in the Good Dean's lap.

Her eyes drifted shut a while ago, and her mind mostly wandered the boundaries between sleeping or consciousness, sometimes slipping but never properly settling down.

Clarissa was aware of her lover's inability to sleep. So she set her knitting aside with a soft, almost inaudible click of the needles as she looked down, her gaze meeting the side of her lover's head. She reached out a manicured hand and slowly ran it through the passionately red locks beneath her.

"Trouble sleeping?"Clarissa's voice echoed concern yet radiated with the love she felt for the woman with her. "You're usually asleep by now, it's just got ten." Her voice a soft murmur as to avoid disturbing the soft atmosphere surrounding them.

Lesso, being too tired to give a proper response, settled for a drowsy "hmm" as she nuzzled her face into the other Dean's lap, the feeling of her girlfriend's hand caressing her hair felt heavenly amongst her day, wich was plagued with piles of paperwork wich she swore stood mountain-high.

Clarissa let out a warm, amused chuckle. Her smile softening further. "Should we go to my room tonight?" She asked, wishing to provide comfort "I promise, it's nicer then the couch"

However, Lesso was content. She was warm, and her heart felt it too..her entire body engulfed the warmth she felt, not physically, she didn’t know how she felt it for she never felt such contentment before.

She let out a breathy sigh, closing her eyes and finally drifting off.

Comfortable now.

[v3nusxsky]

Hello!

Could you write reader x sub!Lesso where Lesso acts like a brat during a meeting and tries touching reader and as a punishment reader fucks Lesso later on?

Would prefer if you added some orgasm denial and reader using a strap on Lesso thank you :)

Subby dean 18+

*Authors note~ submissive Leonora is always a joy to write but I have no experience to being a top so I apologise if it seems off*

Trigger warnings~ dom r sub Leo, orgasm denial strap on r punishment bratty Leo sex toys praise kink degrading kink spanking choking hair pulling slightly power role reversal? Oral fixation and cock warming ?

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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"Don't break the rules" you reminded the red head, "what's the rules?" Leonora stayed silent with a small smirk plastered on her face, "don't touch myself or orgasm and be good for you." Very basic rules but they worked for you both, and you knew you could have a bit of a brat for a girlfriend so more often than not she'd break the rule in some kind of way, that was half the fun.

Your girlfriend is currently on a punishment, one in which you'd denied her the right to an orgasm for two whole days now. It was clear she was becoming frustrated with this chosen form of punishment. You knew if you waited long enough she would brat back against your dominance, something you were counting on. However, you weren't expecting her to brat during a meeting that Clarissa was holding for the schools. It was also something you could definitely deal with.

Sitting next to her, you could see from the corner of your eyes that she was trailing her fingers down her thighs and dancing over where she wanted you to touch her the most. A simple warning glance was shot her way but she simply feigned innocence as she appeared to be concentrating on her counterpart. Somehow she managed to undo her fly which allowed her fingers to trail the soaked lace that was covering her core. "Behave" you whispered subtly nudging her. "Make me" was all she shot back, loving how your gaze was trained on her and her only.

Deciding you'd had enough of her you decided to use your abilities as a witch and produce a wireless sex toy before magically inserting it in the other woman. Her response was priceless, the way her eyes darkened and her posture slackened being two physical signs of submission. "Do try to keep the noise down pet, after all we don't want your staff members to see how whiny and pathetic you get for me. The big strong dean of evil submitting to her feminine appearing girlfriend." You whispered before completely diverting your attention to everyone else.

With the toy now subtly buzzing in her needy cunt and you point blank ignoring her was making her ache worse, to the point it was almost painful now, keeping quiet being a challenge now she decided to leave the meeting, her excuse feeling under the weather. And thanks to you the flush on her skin and shakiness of her limbs only supported that conclusion. But one thing the red head didn't think of is it created the perfect excuse for you to leave also. "I'm sorry Dovey, I'll go make sure she's okay. Fill me in later" you murmured before fleeing the room also.

When you reached your shared chambers, she was there naked and spread out on the bed, hand toying with her slightly blue clit. Such a poor needy doll for you, you almost felt bad for denying her the last two days. Almost. "It's like you want me to keep on denying you" you stated gaining her attention, the toy still buzzing in her cunt as her fingers froze on her sensitive clit. Reaching into your pocket you whacked the vibrations up another notch before demanding Leonora come lay over your lap, clearly the denial wasn't enough to get through to her pretty brain so a spanking would do just right.

Feeling the weight of your girlfriend laying over your lap caused you to smile slightly, a hand rubbing her back gently in a soothing manner. You knew how a spanking could effect her and you were determined to make her feel safe. "Why are we here Leo" you asked causing her to mumble "because I broke rules" with guilt soaking every word. "You did, now not only have I denied you, but you still choose to pull that stunt in there. You may look like your in control, but make no mistake, here I'm in control baby, your orgasms are mine, your body is mine and your heart? Is mine. Don't forget that, now count for me."

After 15 hits of your hand to her perfect globes, that are now a beautiful shade of red, did you take pitty on the woman and help her lay back on the bed as you turned the toy down. "No no no I'm sorry god" she whined unhappily, you'd been doing this all through her punishment. "I know Leo, now do as your told."

The way the room was set up meant there was a full length mirror at the bottom of the bed which allowed Leonora to see how her pussy sucked the toy in when you turned it back on. "Such a pretty pussy Leo, I want you to watch your body obey me. It's mine, listening to my every word. Ruined for anyone else that's not me. You don't get to do anything but be a good slut for me to use. My dirty Dean, now let's see if you can be a good girl" you mumbled as you came to kiss down her neck and to her breasts while glancing every now and then at the mirror.

Once you'd edged her for a final time you decided to take pity on the woman who was stifling a whine of protest by suckling on her own two fingers. "Oh my sweet girl, did you need something to suck on babe?" A whimper of need sounded around the room as you strapped up. "Could've asked baby, I'm sure you'd rather suckle on these." You now sat between her legs on your knees with hands either side of her head, your breasts just in reach of her mouth. "Oh fuck" you murmured happily as she took your exposed bud into her warm mouth and sucked gently. The distraction allowed you to reach down between your bodies and slip the toy from her soaking cunt only to replace it by teasing her folds with the head of your strap.

A moan of pleasure tore through her, causing your breast to slip from her mouth. Slipping into her inner walls you moved a hand to her throat adding just the right amount of pressure. "Fuckin brat" you mumbled as you began to absolutely ruin her core. The fast pace driving her insane, yet every time she got semi close to falling to bliss you stopped. You loved how Leonora would gasp for air after your hand has been wrapped around her tight throat, but you loved it even more when you slipped three fingers in her mouth, pushing as far back as they could go and pressed down on her tongue. "What a good slut" you'd praise as you came.

"Please please please can I" she'd beg you and you'd wanna be cruel but you'd wanna help her too, after all she looked so damn desperate for release. "You choose, you come and you don't stop till I'm bored of your pathetic cunt or you be my good girl and take a nap, only then if you're good I'll eat you out so we'll you'd forget your own name" you offered the woman and you could see the inner turmoil. Eventually she decided to be your good girl and wait, but the sleep that claimed her was anything but restful, her need now overwhelmingly painful. All she could do is hope you'd take pitty on her after your nap, but it didn't help that you'd ensured your faux cock would be nestled nicely in her cunt as you napped. This was going to be a long nap that was for sure.

Word count~ 1383

[whoruntheworld-lesbians]

Currently obsessed with the idea of established-dovesso a bit after the movie with an annual Ever-Never Ball every year having a fierce competition as to which one can do the most epic prom-posal before the other. And like all the students know and are super into it, every year anticipating who's going to beat the other and get in the best proposal first and screaming their heads off when it finally happens. And it makes it so funny because now when Lesso suggests Dovey and her try out the wishfish and Lesso sticks her finger in it and it spells out "WILL YOU GO TO THE BALL WITH ME?" in giant sparkly letters Dovey groans because her plans are foiled and begrudgingly agrees, already plotting away for next year, but there's a little part inside of her that's still jumping around like a schoolgirl and it's clear in her eyes when she kisses her tall idiot to seal the deal. And each year they have to top each other, and it just gets more and more intense and ridiculous and I just love them so much oh my god.

[annie-creates]

Take a day off

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1000

Note: This request was very specific but i did my best to follow it as closely as I could so I hope you'll like it. I hope we can get out of the shadowban, or did people just stop reading?

Warm and snuggly, that’s how you felt with the rays of sun on your face when you woke up. It made you not want to get out of bed, in the best-case scenario for the whole day. Your girlfriend laid right next to you enjoying the depths of sleep with her red hair sprawled over the pillows. Digging lower into the blankets you felt a weird wetness between your legs, hurriedly getting up realizing you forgot about your upcoming period.

“Shit.” You jumped out of bed forgetting all about the sweetness and laziness of the morning.

Running to the bathroom you notice your pajama pants are bled through. In a hurry you try to minimize the damage, washing the bottoms in cold water to get the blood out. You tried to do anything and everything to get everything back in order and stressed to do so before your partner wakes up. Returning in the room hoping to not disturb your girlfriend, you find her stripping the sheets and covers. A cold feeling of embarrassment and shame washes over you as you couldn’t clean up after yourself in time.

“I’m sorry…” you mumble with your gaze shamefully fixed on the ground.

“What are you sorry for?” Lesso looks at you incomprehensibly.

“I didn’t mean to.” You sniffle a little trying to suppress the tears welling up in your eyes fidgeting uncomfortably.

“Oh honey, it’s just a period. Everyone has it, it’s nothing to be sorry about.” Leonora lets go of the sheets to come and hug you to her, shocked by your reaction as you pull away a little.

“Please don’t be mad at me.” Her hug and tenderness made you cry even more, partly with embarrassment and partly with relief that she didn’t immediately scream at you.

“Of course I’m not mad at you. How did you come up with that?” The dean could hardly understand your reactions or reasoning.

“Well… Chris broke up with me for my period stains.” You admit even more embarrassed having to explain the end of your last relationship.

“Baby it’s nothing to be shameful about, and if they did, they were just a stupid immature idiot.” She assures you kissing the top of your head. “How about I make you some nice warm bath, hm? You can relax and relieve the pain a little.”

“Yeah I’d like that.” You mumble nodding slightly.

Leonora puts the laundry into the washing machine and filles up the tub with hot water, bubbles and relaxing essential oils. You didn’t have many opportunities to take a day off and just lay down and relax, so she decided this is going to be one of those days, starting with a nice bath. She helps you undress and into the water, washing your back and massaging your shoulders how you used to do for her when she was stressed out or stretched herself too thin with responsibilities.

“Thank you, you are the best.” You whine, your worries washed away along with some of the cramps pain.

“No, you are. You never have to be ashamed of being the wonderful woman you are, love.” She soothes you with another kiss.

After washing you up Leonora wraps you up in a fuzzy bathrobe and puts clean bedding onto the bed, snuggling you in. The sun that you were content with almost an hour ago irritated you now as you tried to get comfortable with the pain and feeling of hunger you suddenly had. Periods were always a little crazy and unpredictable.

“Mph, can you get the blinds?” you ask your girlfriend covering your eyes in annoyance.

“Sure. Is there anything else I can get you? Nice warm cup of tea? Or hot chocolate? Some sandwiches?” Lesso offered closing the window sills and creating a dim atmosphere in the room.

“Yes.” You nod and snuggle under the covers.

“Yes to all of it?” Leonora laughs a little.

“If it’s not a problem, please.” You kindly specify.

“Okay.” She gives you one last kiss before leaving the room to get all the food she could find. “I’ll be right back.”

“You don’t have to hurry…” you assure her half asleep already. “Ow, or maybe you do.” You change your mind with a wave of period pain.

Leonora roamed the kitchens for anything that could be of use to her and you could like, warm cup of tea, a bottle of water, sandwiches with different meat in them and a bowl of soup. She also got a few sweet pastries in case you were craving a sugar bomb for breakfast this morning. With a tray stocked with food she returned into the room setting it down on your bedside table.

“I got a few of everything.” She strokes your hair seeing your face contorted in pain.

“Thank you.” You squeak out over your cramps.

“Here, let me get you a warm blanket.” Leonora got a blanket from the armchair sat by the fireplace that was still nicely warmed up. “That should help with the pain.”

“What would I do without you.” You sighed content with her care.

“Be the incredibly strong and wonderful and beautiful woman you always are.” Lesso answers without missing a beat as she gets into her side of the bed.

“Will you read me something?” You ask her not having the energy to read yourself but wanting to listen to her voice telling you stories.

“Sure.” She agrees hugging you to her and opening the book waiting for her on her nightstand.

As she draws little circles on your back with her nails and reads to you, you slowly drift off to another peaceful sleep. Leonora could hardly imagine a better morning than having you snuggled securely in her arms having no other things to worry about than your wellbeing. If this was the happy ending everyone always warbled about, she was quite happy to find it with you and she was going to do everything in her power to keep it.