As of right now, I have works out for Lady Lesso, Emily prentiss, and Natasha Romanov. I’m open to multi-fandom and/or their actresses.
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I won’t write for male characters or write for male reader, mainly because I am not male or interested in men so it would be difficult for me to write. (Though I might try my hand at g!p fics)
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Summary: This little reader has a massive crush on our favourite Dean and decides that sneaking off at night to have a cold shower to help alleviate their tension will be fine, it's not like Lady Lesso roams the halls at night looking for rule-breaking Nevers... or does she?
Title (and piece) based on Lime Cordiale's cover of 'I Touch Myself'
A/N: Hey yall I'm back!! Its been a good few months since my last update but I just finished my big exams so I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing again.
I have been waiting for Lesso fiction since I read the books years agoand god am I happy with how much there is.
Aslo I'm an aussie so some things might not make sense but if I have to deal with American writing you get to deal with mine.
thank god for auto correct
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You pulled the scratchy blanket that the school for evil had given you if you could even call it a blanket. The thin material was scratchy and did nothing to keep you warm, not that you needed to be warmed up, not after dinner. Tonight was one of the few times that the deans had sat in on dinner and you could feel Lady Lesso’s eyes on you the whole time. A few reasons came to mind as to why she might have been staring, while you hadn’t failed any lessons you certainly weren’t at the top of the class. It’s not like you couldn’t be but you were easily distracted by a certain curly-haired redhead. Even when it wasn’t in her class you couldn’t help your thoughts from drifting every now and again. And then there was the problem of your missing book, it was one of the textbooks that they had provided you on your first day at the school and in the few short weeks that you had been here you had managed to deface it with some not so safe for school drawings of the red-headed dean.
You tossed and turned a few more times before deciding you had had enough of laying in your sweat and began to get up. It was long after lights out and even if this was the school of evil all of the students had the good sense to follow the rules. Deciding that just this once would probably be fine, and it’s not like you were going to do anything bad, you were just going to have a shower, a nice cold shower to help alleviate some of the built-up tension from the past few weeks. Sliding out of your bed and into your thongs, god knows what was on the floors of the showers, probable blood from various fights that had broken out or that had washed off students leaving the doom room.
Just the thought of the doom room sent a shiver down your spine.
If you got caught you were sure you could talk your way out of it, your talent was persuasion anyway.
Grabbing your towel and soap you quietly made your way towards the showers, watching out for any of the creaking floorboards that were placed stray around the school.
The showers were empty, obviously, and you walked over to the middle one, there were only three to choose from anyways. The doors were hardly doors, considering that most of them were hanging by a single hinge and made from rotting wood that smelt worse than most of the people at the school.
You hung your towel over the decrepit door and discarded your clothes on an equally rotting bench inside the shower. You turned the water on full blast, and even if you wanted a hot shower the warmest the water would get was maybe 20*C. The cold water pierced your body and you let yourself fall entirely under the stream, it did the trick of cooling you down albeit not by much and despite the coldness, you could feel heat still spreading in your lower body and silently cursed your mind for continuing to wander to Lady Lesso. Just this morning in class you could hardly maintain your focus on using your talents with her standing at the front, cane in hand and white shirt sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She looked so fucking hot without her long coat on and despite your hate of the heat you were thankful that today was on the warmer side.
With a heavy sigh, you decided that it wouldn’t hurt to at least alleviate some of the built-up tension and you grabbed your towel off the door and, moving your clothes aside, placed it on the rotting wood bench in the stall. You allowed yourself to get as comfortable as you could considering your environment and slid your hand down your body, running over your chest and pulling slightly at your hardened nipples. You bit your lip and let your other hand run further south, dipping into your soaked folds you let out a quiet moan, everyone was in bed but that didn’t mean you weren't scared that someone might come in. You continued your ministrations, running tight circles around your swollen nub, eager for release.
As your fingers moved faster so did your heartbeat, speeding up, pounding in your chest, eyes squeezing shut until your orgasm finally came crashing over you.
“Well, well, well,”
A sharp voice said that you’d recognise it anywhere.
Your eyes shot open and landed on the one person who you couldn’t persuade, the one person who had been haunting your dreams these past few weeks, the one and only, Lady Lesso.
The tall woman said nothing as her eyes roamed over your naked figure, her lips turning from a small scowl into her signature smirk.
You hurried to grab the edges of your towel in a vain attempt to cover up,
“I-”
Before you could protest or even defend yourself, the bottom of her cane was digging into your chest, shutting you up.
“What a show that was (Y/N),” she said, pushing the cane harder into your chest, “I suppose this is why you broke the curfew because you're a need little slut,”
You let out a small whimper at her words, you had to be dreaming, no way this was happening.
Her cane dropped back to the ground and her hand flew to your wrist, a vice-like grip digging into and definitely bruising your skin. She yanked you forward, off the bench and if it wasn’t for your other hand holding on for dear life to your towel it would have been discarded with your clothes on the bench.
She dragged you out the doors of the showers and down the hallways heading towards the dreaded door leading to the doom room.
Before you could even register what was happening you were strapped into the metal chair that sat in the middle of the room. Your eyes roamed the walls, skipping between the weapons that lined the walls, your eyes landed on some whips of varying sizes, they certainly looked entertaining and all things considered, this was one of your more vivid dreams. After all, this had to be a dream, no way in hell was this real.
“I’m dreaming,” you said aloud and heard a dark chuckle come from behind one of the stone walls.
“Do you dream of me often, pet?”
You swallowed thickly, maybe this wasn't a dream?
Lady Lesso stepped into view before you could answer and if your mouth wasn’t already dry it certainly was now. The towel around your body was beginning to slip, the rushed attempt you made at tying it failing.
“Tell me, do you often sneak out at night to get off like a whore in the public showers?” the curly redhead asked, stepping closer to you.
“N…no,” you stuttered, eliciting another laugh from the tall woman.
“Mhm, and how do you explain this?” she asked.
Only then did your eyes land on the book that was in her raised hand, your missing textbook. Your eyes widened at the sight of it, “it, umm, well,” you stuttered again trying to come up with any excuse, “can I get dressed?”
The dean's eyebrows furrowed for a moment before setting back into her usual smirk,
“No,” was all she said, moving closer to you, “I quite like you like this,”
Lady Lesso grabbed onto a stool that was opposite your chair and moved it closer to you before sitting down, her long legs on either side of your squeezing legs, trapping you again.
“Now, I must say,” she said, opening up the book, “these drawings are quite interesting,”
“Please don’t,” you ask, practically begging, as much as humiliation was a small kink of yours this was already a bit much, between being walked in on and sitting almost naked in the doom room with Lady Lesso fully clothed was almost too much for you to handle.
The woman let a small chuckle, “well maybe you can answer some questions for me then,”
You nodded as quickly as you could, anything to get out of her looking at the book more than she already had.
“How long have you wanted me to fuck you?”
You stared at the woman, flabbergasted at her bluntness.
“If you don’t answer then we’ll have to go through the book,” she said, opening the book.
“My first day,” you told her and she smiled,
“Whore,” she said with a smirk and you felt another wave of arousal hit you, thankful for the towel underneath you.
Lady Lesso’s finger began to glow purple and with a snap of her fingers your towel was gone, the dampness now replaced with the harsh, cold metal of the chair that you were strapped into.
“Much better,” she said, standing from her seat.
She somehow managed to get closer to you, leaning into your ear she whispered, “do you want to be a good little slut for me or are going to try and deny just how much you adore me?”
You shuddered at her words, fuck this was so hot.
Lady Lesso placed an unexpectedly soft kiss on your neck and your eyes fluttered shut. They immediately shot open as her teeth sunk into the skin of your neck in a bite hard enough to leave a mark for days. You couldn't help the moan that escaped from your lips at the masochistic action. One of her hands was placed on the back of the chair and the other found its way to your thigh, clamping down, nails digging into your flesh as her tongue ran over the bite marks on your neck. You let out another small whimper as her fingers moved closer to your entrance. Her thumb began to run small, tight circles around your sensitive nub and your legs began to instinctively open wider. Lesso’s other hand moved to your thigh and replaced her vice-like grip as her mouth made its way towards your ear.
“Tell me,” she said as she easily slid two fingers inside you, “How often have you cummed like a slut on your fingers wishing they were mine? Do you think about me often when you touch yourself?” the questions were emphasised by her fingers curling inside you. You let out a cry of pleasure and tried to push your hips forward, into her hand.
“Are you going to answer me, slut?”
You let out another cry of pleasure as your breathing became heavier. “O-often,” you moaned, causing Lesso to smile wider.
Her fingers began to move at a fast pace, curling every now and again. Your moans filled the room from both her fingers and her mouth which was making its way over your neck and chest, biting at the skin and pulling on your over-sensitive nipples with her teeth. It wasn’t long before the sensations became too much and you felt yourself reach the edge of your orgasm. The hand that was grasped onto your thigh made its way to your hair, pulling your head back as her fingers twisted their way around the strands of your hair.
“Are you going to be a good little pet and cum for me?”
The words made the inside of your walls clench and just as you felt yourself going over the edge, her lips crashed into yours, capturing you in a rough, dominating kiss that pulled at your lips as you cried out in pleasure.
Her fingers slowed down but she didn’t remove them yet as you tried to come back down from your high which was hard to do so with her still feverishly attacking your mouth. Her lips were softer than you expected but the roughness of her teeth was a nice contrast.
When she pulled her lips from yours the both of you were breathing heavily, her eyes darkened with lust.
“Such a good little whore for me,” Lady Lesso said, finally removing her fingers.
Your eyes went wide as she inserted them into her mouth and moaned at the taste of you on her fingers.
“Arnt you just delicious,” her words elicited a moan from you, “But you still need to be properly punished for breaking the rules,”
With her finger glowing purple you found that the binds around your wrist were gone and you could now move freely however this was short-lived as her hands found your wrists and pulled you up.
“My, what a mess you’ve made,” she said, turning you around so that you could see the chair and the wet patch that was where your crotch was.
“Clean it up,” she said, no, instructed, pushing you down to the ground and onto your knees.
You crawled over to the chair and, resting your hands on the armrests, began to start licking up the mess. You couldn’t see the gleaming smile on the Dean’s face but you could sure as hell feel it along with her eyes which were roaming your backside. You heard her being to move away from you so you turned your head to watch her.
“Did I say you could stop pet?” she said, her hands reaching for one of the long, knotted whips which hung from one of the many racks on the walls of the room.
You immediately turned your head back and continued to lick at the wet spot on the warm metal of the chair.
“I want you to count for me,” was all the warning you received as you felt the whip hit your backside.
You yelped out in pain at the harshness of the hit and breathed out a “one”. Lesso struck you again, softer this time and you moaned out a “two”. The third hit was as strong as the first and one of the knots hit your sensitive clit. You screamed out in a mix of pain and pleasure and stuttered out “t-three”.
The tall woman let out a maniacal laugh at your situation, “How good your pretty little arse looks from my whip,”
You moaned at her words, quickly changing to another yelp as the whip struck you again. Your brain was clouded with lust and pain, so focused on not collapsing that you forgot to count the fourth whip. A hand suddenly grabbed onto your hair, pulling your neck roughly up so that you could see the owner of the hand.
“I was going to stop at five but I think you’ve just earned yourself another five,” she said, her fist tightening on your hair.
“I-I’m S-sorry,” you stuttered out as she hit you again.
“Mhm,” she said leaning into your ear, “sorry doesn't cut it, from one,”
You yelped and began the count again, the first three hits stinging but bearable, the fourth however hit the same spot as an earlier one and you could feel the heat of blood dripping down your backside as she broke flesh.
“You look so pretty when you bleed for me,” she said and you moaned out a “four”.
The fifth hit was harder than the others and if it wasn't for her harsh hold on your hair you might have collapsed. Once you managed out a “five” she let go of your hair and let you collapse onto the ground.
“You know, you have such pretty blood,” she said, cleaning off the whip, “I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks?” she mused, walking back over to you and swiping her finger over the thin lines of blood before placing her finger back in her mouth with a moan. “Delicious,”
You whimpered at her words, trying to summon the strength to move. Seeing your struggle she ran a soothing hand over your back, “Take your time,” she said, lightly scraping her nails every now and again, “You did so well for me, taking those hits, my good little Never,”
You whimpered at her words and soothing motions, a sharp contrast to her rough actions from earlier. With a click of her fingers, there was a pot of slave in her hand which she began to rub onto your backside, when you winced at certain moments she stopped, placing a soothing hand on your shoulder, refusing to continue until you gave her the all clear. Once she was finished she placed a soft kiss into your hair, offering her hand to help you up and she placed the salve into one of her waistcoat pockets.
“Now every morning and evening I want you in my office so I can apply the salve for you,” she said and with a click of her fingers your pyjamas were back on your body and she sent you back to your room.
“My pretty little pet,” she muttered once you left the room, a smile crawling back to her lips.
fuck sake can people actually just stop with the ai. christ it's actually a depressing state of affairs when you go to read something and it's absolutely void of anything bar the same over generated phrases and structure. if you can't fucking write and/or don't even want to attempt then just don't? actual heathens.
if you aren't hunched over your laptop at 4am over-caffeinated, pulling strands from your scalp and scranning the arse out of thesaurus.com in a sleep-deprived stupor as you try and find another word for 'look' because you used it once already then i actually do not want to know.
"but writing is hard" yes. yes it is. because it's supposed to be. because it requires the human brain.
For the record, I would never knowingly use or share AI generated art in anything I post, so if you ever catch me doing so, it was an accident, and I'd like you to let me know so I can delete it.
I want to share the beautiful/creative things that humans have made or the wonderful things that exist naturally from our real world. There is nothing beautiful nor wonderful about ai slop spit out from a corporate plagiarism machine.
