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i-write-sometimes-maybe · 10 months

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Show Me Off- Lady Lesso x EverTeacherReader!

Synopsis: You just wanted to dance.

Warnings: Angst but I make it better, whore is used but not in a good way, nothing really too bad. But lmk if I missed any!

Word Count: 3k

A/n: I LOVE THE NICKNAME I PUT IN THIS SO PLEASE ENJOY. okay I really wanted to get something else out for you guys, and I wanted it to be smut but I don’t have the motivation for smut unfortunately 😩. But I hope you guys enjoy this one! Reblogs, likes, and comments are all welcomed!

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You were making your finishing touches on your gown in the mirror, making sure every detail was perfect and every thread was in the right place.

You were so focused on the task at hand that you didn't even notice Lesso watching you, admiring you in the mirror. She adored you, and you looked stunning in the dress you chose.

She came up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist, "You look ravishing tonight, darling." She planted a kiss on your neck.

You turned in her arms, it was your turn to admire her. The fitted suit she chose was one of your favorites, the all-black three-piece suit looked so good on her.

"Thank you, love. You look as exquisite as ever." You gave her a quick peck on the lips, to not ruin your lipstick or transfer it to her.

"Are you nearly ready? We don't want to be late, we are chaperones after all." Though she was a little bit excited for this ball, well, excited to go with you, she still hated the objective of being a chaperone.

"I'm ready, there's nothing else I need but you." She smiled and placed another kiss on your lips.

You wrapped your hands around her arm as you left her quarters towards the event, you could barely contain your excitement. You thought that this was finally your time to show her off, to finally say that you're with the one and only Dean of Evil.

But you had thought wrong.

You could hear the start of the orchestra as you turned down the ballroom corridor when Lesso shrugged you off her. Confusion instantly overtook you.

"What-" Your confusion increased tenfold when her steps increased in pace. "What are you doing?"

Lesso turned back with a look that said it was clearly obvious, "You know we can't be seen that closely." The way she said that so nonchalantly brought you many feelings, and none of them were good.

"But I thought," Tears begin filling your eyes, but you can't cry. You can't ruin your makeup, so you shook your head to shun them away. "I thought tonight was when we could finally come clean and be seen together in public." It came out much more questioning than you intended.

"Please, you know it's strictly forbidden for us to be close in public." She turned back around and continued on.

There's no way that this was that easy for her. That she can say that and not feel even the slightest tinge of guilt.

"Fine." Strictly forbidden, what foolishness. She acts as if she's not the one to create these rules.

Your heart felt heavy and your bottom lip quivered slightly, knowing you'd have to enter the ballroom alone. You didn't even want to be there anymore, not after that. You contemplated turning back to your quarters for a solid minute.

But you had already put so much time into your look, plus you were expected to be a chaperone.

So, after watching your love walk away from you, she didn't even wait for you to be a little bit behind her. You continued on with your soul weighing on you like stone.

You just couldn't understand it, the way her demeanor entirely flipped threw you off. You wrapped your arms around you to ease the coldness you suddenly felt.

As you entered the elegantly decorated ballroom, themed perfectly for the celebration of the summer solstice, the doing of Dovey no doubt, you couldn't help but look around.

Each of the decorations were catching your eye, especially the colorful flowers she has expertly spaced around the room. But something dark caught your eye, like it did every time.

Lesso was standing off in the corner, her soft features nowhere to be found, with a drink in hand. You desperately wanted to walk over to her and have her wrap her arms around you or pull you on the dance floor, but you couldn't.

Lesso had finally spotted you, sending you a smile that only you would ever be able to detect. Lesso became confused herself when you didn't even attempt to return the smile, your smile was one of her favorite things.

You looked away from her and continued on, your arms falling to your side as you made your way to Professor Dovey and Professor Anemone. If she was going to barricade herself in her Never space, then you're left to be in your Ever space.

Right away, Anemone could tell something was off with you. She was your greatest friend, so of course she could clearly tell that there was something wrong when your excitement was nowhere to be found, especially when you've been excited for this ball for weeks.

"Dear, what's the matter?" She placed her hand on your elbow as she guided you away from Dovey.

"Nothing," You attempted to pass off the lie while trying so hard to not glance in Lesso's direction. "Everything is alright."

"Okay, well, I know that's not true so let's try that one more time." Yeah, she knew you well.

Everything about you deflated, your smile and posture but especially your tone, "I don't really wanna talk about it, okay? So, can we drop it and focus on the kids?" Whatever was bothering you was bad enough that you didn't open up about it, so she knew it wasn't good.

"Would you like to dance? I know I'm not your 'secret girlfriend' but maybe it'll cheer you up?" It was a lie, she knew who your secret girlfriend was.

She wasn't thick, after all, and once that sentence escaped her she realized what was going on. Anemone saw how you hadn't even looked at Lesso yet so she knew that must be at least a part of the reason.

A small smile came to your face, "Sure, why not." You said as you grabbed onto her now extended hand.

The timing couldn't have been more right as a new song had just begun when you both made it to the center of the ballroom.

All the students cleared some space as they saw you two coming. You ignored the feeling of all the eyes on you as you began dancing with her, and you could tell that there wasn't one person not watching.

You focused on each of the movements and the sound of each instrument as you both gracefully moved across the room. Both of your semi-puffy dresses move elegantly with you. The breeze increased as you both twirled and spun around the ballroom floor.

As the song came to an end, another one was soon to play, and you slowed to a small shuffle. You rested your face on her shoulder, facing away from her but in a way to speak so only she could hear, "Thank you for this, Emma."

Just as you finished your sentence and before Emma even had a chance to respond, an exasperated-looking Lesso came storming towards you both.

She didn't slow but she grabbed your arm and pulled you from Anemone in a swift move, causing you to move with her.

Lesso kept moving, walking you towards the terrace, "What are you doing?!" You tried pulling your arm from her, but you didn't try hard enough.

"I don't appreciate you being all over Emma, acting like some common whore."

You instantly stopped moving once you heard her words and crossed onto the outside terrace, a scoff escaped you, one of disbelief and disrespect, and you ripped your arm back, "I beg your pardon?!"

"There's no need for you to be all over that woman when you're simply dancing with her." She crossed her arms.

She really doesn't get it, does she?

"Emma is my friend! And we were only dancing! Where'd you get the audacity-" Your sadness began to shift to anger.

She cut you off, "Oh, please! You-"

You cut her off this time, not willing to feed her delusion, "If the image of me dancing with another is so unbearable, then you gain the courage to do so instead!"

"You know we can't do that!"

"No, we can! You just don't want to! Your reputation is far more important to you than I!"

Lesso couldn't believe a statement like that came from you, sure that kind of thing would've been expected by anyone else once they heard she was in a relationship, but not you, "That is not true."

"Really? Because, I have yet to see anything that suggests otherwise," Your tears returned. "You- you. You play into my desire of finally being able to be seen with you, only for you to tear it apart and quite literally throw me aside. Just so you can keep your spotless Never appearance." The tears finally escaped, falling effortlessly down your face and effectively ruining your makeup.

"That's, not what I meant to do," Lesso hasn't realized how much she had fucked up until this moment.

A humorless scoff came from you once more, "That's all you have to say for yourself? Not even an apology? Wow." You started turning back into the ballroom.

She stopped you with a hand on your arm, "No, darling, wait!"

You stopped, but not in the way she hoped, "No! You simply can't fix this with an 'I'm sorry', okay? Figure this out on your own." You pulled your arm back again and continued onto the ballroom.

You entered again but had no intentions of staying.

Everyone kind of paused when they saw you re-enter with tears streaming down your face, a stunned Lesso standing in her spot on the Terrace. Of course, they had all witnessed her pulling you away and watched on curiously, but they hadn't expected you to return in tears. Especially Anemone and Dovey, the two being the most stunned as their eyes followed you out of the ballroom and then redirected to Lesso.

Lesso was used to having all eyes on her, but not like this. As she walked back to the corner she was previously perched in, everyone eyed her down. It only lasted a second before she made it clear that she was still the Dean of Evil, and everyone realized that now may not be a good time to piss her off.

Dovey gave her a pointed look, one that clearly says there will be a discussion about what occurred, but Lesso couldn't bring herself to care. Not when she was too preoccupied with wondering how and what you were doing.

The answer? Not good and currently staring at the wall with dried tears on your face.

You knew you shouldn't be reacting in such a way, but you also couldn't help it. The way Leo just threw you off her and walked away without as much as looking at you, how she called you a whore for dancing with your friend. The worst part was this was entirely avoidable.

You didn't want to dance with Emma, you wanted to dance with her. You didn't want to be in the middle of the room with all eyes on you, you wanted to be in the privacy of her quarters while laying in her arms.

Eventually, after who knows how long, you got tired of sulking. You brought yourself to get changed into your pajamas and wash your face from your mess of what was once makeup. You just wanted this day to be over with.

Time crept on for the both of you, you thought sleep may help and attempted it, but failed. And Lesso tried slipping out the side of the ballroom but got caught by various people.

For every toss and turn you made in your bed, was one meter closer Lesso got to the door. She was getting close to hexing the entire ballroom before she just started shoving people out of her way with her cane to leave.

Lesso had no idea how it got so out of hand. Of course, she didn't realize just how much she was hurting you by keeping the both of you a secret, though it wasn't much of a secret. Not after tonight at least.

She continued on to your quarters, she knew you'd be nowhere else. The only annoying part about that is your quarters are on the opposite end of the school than hers is, so she had a whole journey to herself. One that allowed to realize just what she's done.

By this time, you had already shoved your face into the pillow from frustration. It was undoubtedly due to many things but you liked to blame it only on your difficulty sleeping.

Just as you sat up to get a glass of water, there was a knock at your door. You didn't have to open it to know who was standing on the other side, the pattern of the sound telling you exactly who it was.

A part of you was thrilled that she came back, back to you. But the other part wanted her to stay away.

"Go away." You spoke out, not making any attempts to move in any way.

"Starlight, it's me." You nearly burst into tears at the nickname.

She thought it fit you perfectly, not only because of your love for the stars and all things space, but because your Leo always said, 'Your eyes sparkle more than the stars, my little Starlight.'

"I know it is." Your heart kept screaming at you to at least see her.

"I came to apologize. I understand you're upset with me, and you don't have to forgive me, but can I at least look at you when I do?" For the first time tonight, you heard genuine emotion from her.

You couldn't hold back anymore, your heart won out. What an Ever thing to do.

You stayed silent as you walked to your door and opened it. The once put-together Dean was now standing in front of you, hair disheveled and emotions coating her face.

Lesso was taken aback by your appearance, not that it was bad, just not what she was expecting. She thought you'd still be all dressed up, not ready for bed with a tear-stained face. She messed up big time.

"Well?" Your voice snapped her back into the situation.

"Star, I'm sorry. I really am," She snuck past you and into your quarters, and if you had any energy, you would've attempted to stop her. "You were right about me wanting to maintain my reputation, but you were wrong that it's more important than you." You silently shut your door and turned to meet her in the middle of your room.

And for a moment, neither of you spoke. Just the looks being shared. You just looked at her, feeling many things.

She placed her hand on your cheek as your lip quivered, "My beautiful Starlight," Her thumb started brushing against your cheek. "I am sorry."

Your heart screamed for you to forgive her, but your mind told you to say what you want to say. And you decided on that.

"I guess you don't get it then?" She gave you a questioning look. "The way you just toss me aside made me feel utterly useless. And then, you call me a whore and you expect me to just pass over that? I get you're sorry, and you should be, but I'm not going to forgive you just because you say that."

Oh.

You can tell by the look on her face, she finally gets it.

"My darling girl, words can't even begin to explain how sorry I am. I fucked up, I know. I want to take it back but I can't. But what I can do is, from now on no more hiding. No more sneaking or lies. I'm done with that."

Your eyes filled with hope, "You promise?"

"I promise you, darling. From this moment on, no more hiding. Just us against the world, together." She pushed some of your hair back behind your ear.

A small smile came to your face, "Thank you, and I'm sorry I reacted so strongly. I was just really looking forward to tonight."

"You have nothing to apologize for, Star. You were simply reacting. What were you looking forward to, darling? Chaperoning?" Lesso knew you liked your job, but she didn't think you liked it that much.

"No, I, I just wanted to dance with you." The way that sentence escaped your lips, so soft and broken, made Lesso's heart lurch, she couldn't believe it.

She made her beautiful and fragile flower wilt, and she knew it was all because of her.

She reached her hand out towards you, and you looked at it curiously before looking back at her, "What-"

She didn't let you finish, "Let's dance, Starlight."

"But I'm not-"

"Right here, right now, just us. No need for fancy clothes or anyone watching."

The sweet, soft, and warm smile that Lesso has come to know and love, finally came to your face. The very one she's been wanting to see all night.

You finally accepted her hand, and when you did she stepped closer to you and placed her other hand on your waist.

You followed each step she made, soft grins spread across both of your faces as you easily moved around your quarters.

"There's no music," You pointed out.

"That is true. But who said you must have music to dance?" She rhetorically asked as she pulled your arm above your head and began to spin you.

The silence that filled the space was a comfortable one. Once you came back around again, you looked between her eyes. It was plain as day, the admiration she had for you. Whether you saw it or not was entirely different.

"Thank you for this, Leo." You moved to rest your head on her shoulder, your steps never ceasing, with your face nuzzled into her neck.

"Anything for my Starlight."

This. This is all you wanted.

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hooligansun1te · 1 month

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Dovey: WHY IS THERE BLOOD EVERYWHERE!?!?!?

Lesso: I may or may not have lightly poked Emma with a knife.

Emma: YOU STABBED ME!!!

Lesso: No, I lightly poked you with a knife.

#sge #school for good and evil #lady lesso #leonora lesso #clarissa dovey #emma anemone #incorrect quotes #source tumblr #professor dovey x lady lesso #dovesso

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whoruntheworld-lesbians · 1 month

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Dovey: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed. Lesso: Lesso: I'm gonna tell her. Emma: *muttering* Just show her Lesso: Hmm? Emma: I mean don't you dare

#my take on this familiar quote #emma ships it #dovesso #emma anemone #lady lesso #leonora lesso #clarissa dovey #sge #school for good and evil #incorrect quotes

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doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou · 10 months

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Hi!

May I request a Lady Lesso x reader?

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

Hope you have a good day!!

Oh, Lesso

> lady lesso x fem!reader

> requested? yes!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh it is to me, dear.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You mean yesterday?”

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

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

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

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“Princess? Are you here?”

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

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

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

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

“I–”

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

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

“I apologize for teasing you all the time.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#school for good and evil #lady lesso x reader #clarissa dovey #leonora lesso x reader #professor dovey #emma anemone #dean of evil #lady lesso #leonora lesso

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amistillreallyalive · 1 year

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Dovey: FOUR MONTHS-

Emma: What's wrong with her?

Lesso, suppressing laughter: Oh It's nothing really.

Dovey: THAT'S HOW LONG YOU STOOD BY AND WATCHED ME WATER A FAKE PLANT!

#charlize theron #dovesso #lady lesso #leonora lesso #professor dovey #clarissa dovey #dean of evil #the school for good and evil #dovey x lesso #kerry washington #incorrect dovesso quotes #michelle yeoh #emma anemone #sge emma

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oliviascabot · 10 months

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 11 months

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Prompt 47 with Leonora Lesso x Fem!reader please <3

Hey hey hey anon! Thanks for the request, I love writing for Charlize Theron’s characters 💋 Plus the prompt…! And I added a song for inspiration to go along with it— Hope you enjoy 😏

Would You Look At That ~Sub!Leonora Lesso xDom!Emma Anemone xDom!Fem Professor!Reader

Dominating Leonora Lesso is not a task for the weak… and this time, Reader calls in some ✨assistance✨ from Anemone.

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#47. “You did not just cum...”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, threesome(kinda), smut, scissoring, eating out, fingering, masturbation, exhibitionist kink, voyeurism kink, mistress kink, degrading kink, praise kink, edging kink, gagging, bondage, orgasm denial, punishment kink, etc…

Enjoy (;

If there was anything that Lady Leonora Lesso was, it was untameable. From her hair to her biting remarks, the woman embodied being untameable. So when you decided to take on that beast, you knew you were in for a ride… A wild, lustful, bratty ride…

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“I’m bored…” your red headed girlfriend huffed under her breath, only for you to hear.

You were both in the weekly all around staff meeting. And it was just droning on and on.

“I know… only a few more minutes…” you replied in a hushed whisper, “hopefully…”

“I want you.” The red head decisively states, while still pretending to still listen to the meeting.

“Not right now… later.” You muttered under your breath.

“No… I want you now.” Lesso whined.

“Oh Behave…” you scolded your horny girlfriend.

“Never.” she wickedly whispered, before snaking her own hand into her trousers.

“Leo…” you warned her, the edge in your tone becoming apparent.

All while you were both pretending to pay attention to the meeting.

“If you won’t help me, then I’ll just do it myself…” Lesso muttered, before slipping a finger into her throbbing heat.

“Take. Your. Slutty. Fingers. Out. Right. Now.” You gritted, trying extremely hard to remain a look of composure.

But she didn’t. In fact. Lesso didn’t even respond to you. She just continued to finger herself, letting out the tiniest mewls and pants, only for you to hear. It was making you go fucking feral. And then you heard it. Lesso had to bite her tongue to suppress it, but you still heard it. Her strangled cry as she came…

“You did not just cum...” you wickedly chuckled, not fully believing how far she was pushing you right now.

“What? You jealous…?” She lustfully bit back.

“I want you in your office, stripped down to your undergarments, as soon as this dreadful meeting is out…” you growled.

“Yes ma’am…” Lesso groaned, squirming in her seat with anticipation and bated breath for what you had in store for her…

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When you finally got back to Lesso’s office, you entered the room to find Lesso kneeling in front of her desk, in her undergarments, staring at you.

“Baby… I need you…” she whined, giving you her best puppy dog eyes and pout.

You payed no mind to the horny red head at first, turning around to close and lock the door.

“Take me to bed and fuck me, baby…?” She pled, pouting her lip for extra emphasis.

You towered in front of the red head now, grabbing her by her chin and tilting her head up to your gaze.

“Baby…?” You chuckled wickedly, “Is that how you address your superiors?”

“Mistress…” Lesso moaned, “I need you… so badly…”

You released her chin and chuckled darkly, “Then you shouldn’t have been a brat…” , backing away from her vicinity as you spoke.

Lesso let out a dramatized whine at your words. You ignored her yet again. Walking to the nearest chair, you turned around on your heal and leaned against the chair.

“Anemone pulled me aside after the meeting today and told me something quite curious…” you purred wickedly.

Lesso’s ears pricked up at your subject change.

“Oh?”

“Yes. Don’t you care to know what she said?” you purred, baiting your trap for which you knew the red head would fall into.

“Yes mistress…” Lesso huffed, “although I’d much rather be doing other things…” she muttered with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

You chuckled yet again…Lesso would never relent… But you weren’t one to rollover easily…

“She told me that she’d caught your little stunt… ‘Could practically smell the brattyness reeking off of you’ I believe we’re her words…” you purred with a wicked twinkle in your own eyes, “And she offered her assistance in punishing you…”

Lesso gulped.

“What?”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. You smirked and went to go open the door. But you stopped before unlocking the door and turned back to the red head.

“Color?” you checked in with your girlfriend.

Lesso’s breath hitched, “Green.”

You hummed in approval, as you opened the door and Anemone walked in, her eyes widened at the sight of Lesso. You made sure to shut and lock the door before joining Anemone and Lesso.

“I really must say Y/N, I’m impressed.” Anemone chuckled, “I’ve never in my life seen anyone successfully tame Leonora Lesso…”

At that, Lesso growled. You blushed at Anemones words and chuckled in response to Lesso.

“Thank you. It’s a full time job…” you joked.

Anemone smirked in response, before turning fully to you, “Shall we?”

“We shall…” you purred wickedly, turning to face Anemone fully.

Lesso huffed loudly to make her presence known, not liking how much attention she wasn’t being given. You stepped into Anemone’s personal space, before slightly tilting your head in Lesso’s general direction.

“Sit and watch. No touching. No speaking. No nothing, unless we say so.” You warily purred, “Take your punishment like a good slut…”

At those words, you muttered a spell, locking Lesso’s hands together behind her back. The your lips smashed into Anemones. Lesso’s jaw dropped. You usually spanked her or edged her with a vibrator… You’d never done this… But god was it turning her on… So much so that Lesso was grinding her hips down into nothing.

Your kiss turned heated pretty quickly, your tongues slipping into each others mouths, and the fight for dominance ensuing. But you had both agreed that this was about Lesso. So you continued on an equal dominance level.

Anemone broke the kiss and brought her lips to the shell of your ear, “Let me eat you out in front of your pretty whore…” she husked, loud enough for Lesso to hear.

Lesso had to stifle a moan at Anemone’s words, her hands struggling against her magical restraints.

“God yes…” you groaned, happily collapsing into the nearest chair that faces Lesso.

Anemone immediately dropped to her knees, connecting her lips to yours once again as she helped you remove your trousers. She peppered kisses up your thighs, making you whimper out in pleasure. Suddenly you felt Anemone’s hot mouth making contact with your skin even more. You looked down to find her hooking your knickers with her teeth. You groaned out, arching your body for her to have an easier time removing your knickers. She dragged the knickers teasingly down your legs.

All this show went straight to Lesso’s core. She audibly moaned as Anemone dragged your knickers down your framed legs. God, this was a horrendous punishment…

At her sound, both you and Anemone’s head swiveled over to the red head. Your gaze then met Anemones, the same idea swirling in each others mind… Anemone got up and took your knickers from her mouth, walked over to Lesso, and stuffed your knickers into the red heads mouth…

“If you can’t stay quiet, slut, then we’ll just gag you…” you purred wickedly.

Lesso looked to Anemone as if she was pleading with her to reason with you. But Anemone merely ignored the red head, sinking back to her knees and opening your legs for proper access to your wet cunt.

“God, Love, your soaked…” Anemone groaned into your aching pussy.

Your hands found their home in Anemones hair and on the chairs side rests.

“All for you, Emma…” you moaned, bucking your hips to meet her face, “all for you…”

With that, Anemone dove into your folds. She skillfully lapped away at your fluttering cunt, making you cry out and moan in pleasure. Your hand tightening around the arm rest, your other hand burying Anemone’s head only further into your pussy.

And all Lesso could do was stare, while grinding into nothing and moaning into your knickers. She had no doubt in her mind that she’d already soaked through her own panties by now… And Oh God when you came…

Lesso thought she’d cum right there… Your cries as your legs clenched around Anemones head… The sight of your head thrown back, your eyes rolled back, your hands clenched into white fists…

You eyes fluttered back open to find, Anemone in between your legs with your cum all over her chin and a smirk on her face. You looked beyond at Lesso, and you were pleased to see how affected she seemed to be. But you weren’t done…

You brought Anemone up to straddle your lap, connecting your lips to hers once again. You moaned loudly as you tasted yourself on her tongue.

“Fuck I wanna feel your cunt against mine…” you wantonly moaned into the kiss.

Both Anemone and Lesso groaned out in unison at your words. Anemone swiftly got up and began removing her dress, which you were quick to help with. You threw your shirt and bra off and to the side with ease, and lastly helped Anemone with her undergarments.

You were both swiftly back in your previous position with Anemone straddling your fluttering cunt. But this time, you locked your legs together… Anemone beat you to the punch in grinding her heat against yours, eliciting a string of leud cries from your lips.

Lesso cried out in response, while still being muffled from your knickers. Tears were starting to swell in the red heads eyes.

“You good, sweet slut? Color green?” You panted, as you grinded your cunt against Anemones.

Lesso vigorously nodded and tried to cry out ‘green’, but she was yet again muffled. Your grindings with Anemone quickly got sloppy, as you were still sensitive from your last climax, and Anemone was close to her own… You both toppled over the edge together and in cries of pleasure. You panted heavily, unlocking your legs from Anemones.

“Thank you, Emma…” you breathlessly spoke, “That will be all for now…”

Anemone nodded, “Anytime…” she spoke, giving you own last peck on the lips, before cleaning herself up and putting on her clothes with a wave of her hand and leaving the room without another word.

Leaving you, panting in the chair, and Lesso, a puddle of sex on the floor. With a flick of your own hand, you magicked the restaints and knickers away from Lesso.

“God please Mistress I—” Lesso began pleading.

“You will say no more tonight. You will not touch yourself tonight, but rather you will just go to bed.” You firmly spoke, “If you are good tomorrow, then I will think about letting you cum…”

Lesso’s jaw dropped second time for the night.

“Do you understand me?”

Lesso gulped.

“Yes mistress…” she whimpered.

“Good. Then let’s get you to bed, sweet slut…” you purred.

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blackhiil · 5 months

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LESSO + EMMA TWITTER POSTS

#dovesso #emma anemone #clarissa dovey #leonora lesso #lady lesso x professor dovey #lady lesso #professor dovey #dovesso social media au #inspired by; storybrooketwt on twit #sge movie #sfgae

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ssunkissedsunflowerss · 1 year

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“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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#lady lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso x reader #leonora lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #lady lesso #leonora lesso #charlize theron #school for good and evil #sge #sge netflix #sge movie #clarissa dovey #professor dovey #emma anemone #anemone #fluffy #fluff #now i can start working on andromache ��#andy daddy here i come

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dovessoiscanon · 1 year

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Meanwhile, in the SGE staff room:

Dovey: Lady Lesso we need to talk!

Lesso: Well now I know I’m in trouble…

Dovey: What makes you say that…

Lesso: when you’re mad at me you call me Lady Lesso, when you’re irritated with me you call me Lesso, when we’re alone you call me Leo, when we’re flirting you call me Leono-

Anemone, hanging from the ceiling: I FUCKIN KNEW IT!!!

#dovesso #lady lesso #leonora lesso #clarissa dovey #professor dovey #emma anemone #the school for good and evil #professor anemone #sge #tsgae #incorrect quotes #but this was definitely canon

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xx-state-of-mind-xx · 3 months

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Lesso: i just got a new pet snake. What should i name him?

Dovey : A pet WHAT ??!

Anemone, dripping with sarcasm : William Snakespeare

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ollysmulti · 1 year

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Lesso x Dovey is so...

Regina x Emma

and Lena x Kara coded.

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flameobitch · 1 year

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let's diversify the Halloween ribbon

pov : Dovey doesn't like it when Lesso ignores her

#lady lesso #leonora lesso #dovesso #professor dovey #clarissa dovey #netflix series #sge movie #the school for good and evil #school for good and evil #digital fanart #fanart #charlize theron #kerry washington #soman chainani #emma anemone #girls kissing

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whoruntheworld-lesbians · 2 months

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Dovesso Headcanons Because I Said So

--Dovey stresses about everything being perfect and right because she really does love the school so much and Lesso just. Makes fun of her for it but with that fond smile she can't quite hide and those concerned eyes that guide Dovey to her bed for some much needed sleep and for the first time in weeks Dovey breathes.

--Lesso is actually super clumsy. She's learned grace over the years, it is quite threatening after all, but she still randomly knocks things over and Dovey absolutely delights in it

--Dovey loves the song Cinderella Snapped by Jax, though she could never tell anyone since it basically goes against everything she teaches. But then Unification happens and she hesitantly shares it with Agatha one day. The next she walks through The Clearing and a group of kids are screaming the lyrics and dancing, laughing and smiling and finally free and she almost breaks down sobbing.

--One time Dovey bopped Lesso's nose and it was the first times Dovey had ever actually seen her look surprised. Lesso blinked for a second and then continued on as normal, but she seemed particularly absentminded the next day. (This totally doesn't kinda come from Pipsqueak. Where would you get that idea from 🤔)

--Lesso's a total potions geek. This is basically canon at this point but still. Dovey found out when they were scoping out The Blue Forest to replenish the herbs stock and she made some offhand comment about what that weird speckly plant might do and Lesso just lit up and went on a total rant about every which way it can be used.

--Now Dovey loves to sit it in the potions lab and just watch her lovely work as she sweeps around the room, completely in her element. Until Lesso inevitably knocks something over and lets out a string of some impressively creative profanity and Dovey cackles

--Dovey got it in her head once to try and tame Lesso's hair and they lost several brushes to that endeavor

--They're favorite thing to do is take a bath together. Long and lazy and pure heaven in a tub. Until the inevitable frantic voice of Hort outside the door screaming about the latest disaster. Dovey just smiles and shakes her head, magicking them dressed and ready, while Lesso grumbles about retirement for the third time that day. She'll be ninety two and still working there, grumbling all the same, and they both know it.

--At their wedding, Dovey brought a a step stool to the alter so she could finally lean down and kiss the beautiful bride

--Lesso wore the most awesome half suit with a jagged veil I mean I can't even describe it to you but trust me it's awesome.

--Anemone walked Dovey down the aisle because come on. It's just too perfect.

--August Sader walked Lesso down the aisle because they're gay besties and he deserved to exist in the movie don't even argue with me on this one

#justice for sader #dovesso #leonora lesso #clarissa dovey #lady lesso #the school for good and evil #sge #headcanons #august sader #emma anemone

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What Does It Mean (Part One)

> lady lesso x fem!reader

> requested? yes! by @1ntr0v3rt3dsna1l

> content/warnings: R starts the chess match, L is annoyed, D is annoying, E is forever the neutral baby in this fics

> a/n: i just wish Lesso would finally catch on what's happening, i want to see her win this chess match between her and R lol (talking as if i'm not the author)

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

As the school year comes near to a start, Dovey becomes increasingly bothersome, at least according to Lesso. The Dean of Good appears to annoy Lesso every chance she gets. This includes various types of meetings, whether they are staff or private ones, as well as encounters in the hallway of the School for Good.

“Give it a week, and I’m sure Lesso will just implode,” one of the teachers muttered. You, of course, the ever-eavesdropper that you are, leaned in and replied. “Can you tell me why?”

The Never teacher raised an eyebrow but shrugged. “Dovey has been getting on Lesso’s nerves lately. She’s been constantly trailing behind Lesso to ‘discuss’ the plans for the start of the year.” This had you pursing your lips. You didn’t like the term ‘trailing behind’ and, of course, you couldn’t comprehend what kind of ‘discussion’ Dovey was apparently annoying Lesso about. However, one thing was clear: you didn't like it at all.

“Pinch me.” You whispered to the teacher beside you, wherein she gave you a look that said, ‘Are you crazy?’

Rolling your eyes, you stomped on Uma’s foot, making her slap you on the arm quite harshly. This made you wince, but it didn’t matter to you. Because the moment you winced, Lady Lesso winced with you.

Aha! Got you.

Emma, who was on your front, raised an eyebrow at the voice she heard. Shrugging, Emma ignored the voice, yet it didn’t stop talking. Soulmates, huh? Who would’ve thought? An Ever and a Never? Oh, Storian, get ready, because I’ll be visiting you after this.

As the voice continued speaking, Emma’s eyes widened at each word that was leaving the mind of the owner. With every minute passing, the voice became familiar to her. Then it dawned on her that the voice belonged to you. It was you who was talking about your soulmate. And from the looks of it, Dovey’s plan has started, and you were making the first move.

Once the meeting ended and you were on your way to your designated classrooms, a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you towards a broom cupboard.

“Who were you talking about earlier?” The owner of the voice flicked her fingers, and the light went on. Revealing a smirking Emma in front of you. Feeling your blush from yesterday come back, you rolled your eyes and huffed.

“Talking? I didn’t even open my mouth at the meeting, Emma.” You feigned ignorance and cursed yourself for not putting up a barrier for your thoughts. The Storian will surely either tease or scold you for this.

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N.” Emma leaned towards you and pursed her lips. “I heard you.”

Leaning against the wall to add a little bit of distance between the two of you, you sighed and bit your lower lip. “Fine! Fine! I was talking about Lady Lesso earlier.” You couldn’t bear to lie about this. But in reality, you just didn’t have the backbone to lie to someone who genuinely likes you.

“Oh, this is perfect!”

Frowning, you gave Emma a questioning look and asked. “Perfect in what way?”

Giving you a pat on the shoulder, Emma grins and opens the door for you to leave. “Go on, shoo.” She then pushed you out of the cupboard and slammed it shut.

Looking around you to see if anyone saw what happened, you shrugged and left while muttering, "Gods, people here aren’t worth the hassle to get my happy ever after.”

“Lesso, just one word. Describe the new teacher!” Dovey slipped her cane to stop the door from slamming in her face. “Come on, this isn’t that hard to do!”

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Lesso sat on her chair behind her desk and gave Dovey a glare. “Why do you even care what I think of her?”

Although she knew that Lesso’s words were a trap, Dovey thought of her next words to say. Because who’s to say that Lesso hasn’t caught up on what she and Emma have been working on for the entire summer break. So, she thought hard about her reply. “Nothing.”

Groaning at her counterpart, Lesso pursed her lips to not scream at Dovey. “If it’s nothing, then get out of my office.” She flicked her hand and opened the door for Dovey. And when Dovey didn’t make a move to leave, Lesso whistled, calling the air to escort Dovey out of her office. Yet, before Dovey could be sent outside, the dean of Good shouted. “If you don’t answer, I will be annoying you about this for the whole year!”

Snapping her fingers, the onslaught against Dovey stopped. “Fine! Fine!” Lesso rolled her eyes and thought for about a minute before answering.

“The word is ‘bearable’. Now, leave!” This time, Dovey accepted the slamming door in her face with the biggest grin she could muster.

Bearable, huh?

“I can still hear your thoughts, Clarissa! Leave!”

#leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso x reader #school for good and evil #dean of evil #clarissa dovey #emma anemone #professor anemone

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