#woman loving wednesday

[yandere-daydreams]

tw - none. live dove: tender and sweet.

“I didn’t think I’d see you here, old friend.”

Xianyun startled, stiffened, but recovered quickly – keeping her expression schooled and impassive as the so-called ‘mortal’ man, Zhongli, took a seat beside her. “You must have the wrong person, stranger,” she responded, eventually, never so much as glancing in his direction. “I’m sure we’ve never met.”

Zhongli let out a breath of a laugh. “A chance encounter, then – of two souls who must’ve known each other in a past life.” He paused, following her gaze. It was trained with an almost violent intensity towards you, the young tailor comparison fabric samples dutifully on the opposite side of the small shop. He’d only come to retrieve a set of burial garments Wangsheng Funeral Parlor had employed you to modify, but her unexpected presence had been a welcome surprise. “Although, I can’t say it seems like you choose this destination on a whim.”

She straightened, crossing her arms over her chest with an indignant huff. “When one is preparing oneself for a reemergence into society, one cannot be caught unprepared. Clothes, although often seen as frivolous expenditures, can be the defining factor in the success of one’s reintroduction.”  

“And I suppose,” Zhongli started, with a thoughtful hum. “That your own skill as a seamstress has waned in the past century?”

“Don’t be moronic.” It was an instinctual rebuttal, cutting and concise, only slightly undercut by the way she pursed her lips. “In spite of one’s own considerable talent, it’s not unwise to seek a professional opinion when unsure of modern fashions.”

“A professional opinion, which could only be found in one of the smallest shops in Liyue Harbor run by perhaps the most inexperienced—”

Her elbow jutted out, spearing Zhongli’s side and cutting him off as you approached – cradling a rolled bolt of fabric the color of the sky as it approached midnight, two strips of teal satin and black lace thrown over your shoulder. “I’m sorry for the delay, miss. We just received the loveliest dendrobium-treated silk from Inazuma, and—” You seemed to notice Zhongli for the first time, greeting him with a quick nod and a bright smile. “Zhongli, sir! I have your order in my workshop – I can grab it for you now.” And then, to Xianyun, “Do you mind if we take your measurements when I get back, Miss Xianyun?”

“Of course, dear. Take all the time you need.” For the first time, her eyes fell away from you and to the fabric in your arms, her head lulling gently to the side. “Its beauty is truly wonderous to behold.”

You really were charming, in all your obliviousness. With an enthusiastic nod and a few more words of praise to your supplies, you were off to your workshop to retrieve Zhongli’s materials. As soon as you’d disappeared behind the curtained doorway, he turned to Xianyun. “Its beauty is truly wonderous to behold,” he repeated, melodically. “I didn’t know you were such a poet, dear friend.”

“One more word,” she took a sharp breath, glaring daggers at the furthest wall. “And I will turn ever statue of Rex Lapis in this archon-forsaken nation to dust.”

Zhongli only grinned, leaning back with a slight hum.

At least Ganyu would be happy to know her mentor was seeking more youthful companionship.

#woman loving wednesday #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact imagines #cloud retainer x reader #xianyun x reader

[boojangs]

Other people introducing Wednesday: This is the Slayer of Evil, a true freak amongst outcasts, the ruthless deviant who strikes fear into the devil himself, Wednesday Addams.

Wednesday introducing herself: I am Enid's wife, unhappy to meet you.

#everyone @ Wednesday: this bitch is fucking mental can't take her anywhere #Wednesday: i am here on this earth to love and respect my wife #enid in the background as an actual puddle: how the hell did i get so lucky what a WOMAN #wenclair

[meowmeowhissss]

None of us talk abt this photo enough 😐

#wlw post #sapphic #gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #lucifer morningstar #the sandman #brienne of tarth #game of thrones #larissa weems #wednesday #top of the lake #star wars #captain phasma #flux gourmet #jan stevens #in fabric #miranda hilmarson #i love this woman

[thismommyisforreal]

#mature woman #sugar mommy #melbourne #hourglass #beautiful mature #beautiful photos #mature mom #lifestyle #conversation #miami #self love #beauty #beautiful smile #australia women #mommylife #cougar #happy wednesday

[kaceypink]

Check Out Leah!!

If you were reunited with your lost love would you pet her? Even if she smelled like wet dog?

Checkout my Novel Sanctuary: Crossing the River here: pinkkacey.itch.io/sanctuary-crossing-the-river ((The uncensored image is there too, done by Adabear_Bones)) Obviously based on this image you can expect an adult content. Its a romance novel, featuring werewolves, trans bodies, and lesbians.

#lesbian #lesbian writer #wlw #kacey pink #wlw literature #romance novel #sapphic #adult novel #adult writing #werewolf #transgender writer #trans woman #trans butch #gender queer #werewolf wednesday #werewolf loving lesbians please find me #team werewolves

[jennaortegafans]

#jenna ortega #on instagram #my woman #i loved her #wednesday #tara carpenter #beautiful #jenna marie ortega

[weemsicalweems]

just some gwendoline christie pic i found on pinterest

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god i LOVE this woman

#gwen christie #gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #larissa weems #brienne of tarth #jan stevens #wednesday #gwendoline is mommy #i love this woman

[bapplenana]

FACE CARD NEVER DECLINES GWENDOLINE CHRISTIE

#man im just so in love with this woman #i would die for her #i would kill for her #i would do anything she asks #if she asks me to step on a lego i would do it no hesitation #gwendoline christie #u r a beautiful woman and you deserve all the love in the world #netflix wednesday #the sandman #larissa weems #brienne of tarth

[sweetdreamerqueen]

Wednesdays

#black girl moodboard #black girls of tumblr #black beauty #black girl luxury #black girl love #self care #foodlover #4c hair #black woman #soft luxury #soft life #wednesday

[dmisthios]

I think I fell in love with this woman

#I AM IN LOVE #what a beautiful woman #gwendoline christie #wednesday netflix #wednesday #game of thrones #women #larissa weems #brienne of tarth

[palfriendpatine66]

WIP Wednesday (Can’t Buy Me Love)

Aka Obikin Pretty Woman au. slowly getting back to work on this one. Snippet below the cut

“You don’t have to do that you know,” Anakin murmured as he looked away from the heated gaze he could feel smoldering just beside him, fearing that he would forget himself and lose himself in it. It had been trying to draw him in throughout the day as the other man relaxed, revealing more of himself to Anakin, and it was getting more difficult to remind himself why he should resist its pull.

“Do what?” Obi-Wan hummed as he ran a hand down the arm closest to him and came to rest on the small of Anakin’s back.

“I’m a done deal, remember?” Anakin regretted it as soon as he said it, and that was before he turned just in time to catch Obi-Wan’s blanch. “Never mind,” he added too late. “It was still good to hear.”

A finger brushed under Anakin’s chin, the broad knuckle dusted with copper curls ever so lightly urging him to look up and meet Obi-Wan’s surprisingly serious face, burning with conviction. “I’m not flattering you with empty words.”

“Alright,” Anakin shifted uncomfortably under the close scrutiny. “Sure. Um. You look nice too.”

#wip wednesday #my wips #obikin pretty woman au #can’t buy me love #Obikin

[yandere-daydreams]

tw - unhealthy relationships, financial abuse, reader is implied to be a sugar-baby/sex worker, unbalanced power dynamics.

Mei is a woman who can put a price on anything.

You've seen her talents first-hand. Hell, you'd only gotten together in the first place because she decided you were a commodity worth the expense, or in her words, because 'you'd be more valuable with me than anywhere else'. Some of her earliest gifts were little more to foder to prove that she had enough wealth stowed away to not only afford you, but make you hers exclusively - skin-tight diamond chokers, ornate harnesses strung with crystals and pearls, rings studded with pale sapphires that were nearly too heavy to lift. You'd kept the pricetags from everything she gave you in a drawer in your shoebox of an apartment, and as a show of kinship, she decided to keep you.

Really, you could only be thankful you fell into the hands of someone so appreciative. As someone so easy to buy, you can't think of a customer more suited to you than Mei.

Your relationship's too far along for her to be so blatant with her intentions, now, carrying a pretense of affection that means she can't slip you a stack of bills and tell you, in no uncertain terms, that you'll be spending the night with her, but she still finds ways to mark you, to make sure she's always going to be the majority shareholder of your time. All your clothes are tailor-made, her initials embroidered into everything she has designed for you, and you can't remember the last time you wore a scent that she hadn't personally selected. She's careful with what she owns, but not so careful that she isn't willing to offer you tens of thousands of yen to wear the lipstick stain she left on the side of your throat like a designer product. She has a jealous streak, despite how indifferent she tries to act. That, or she just doesn't like it when other people tamper with her investments.

It's become an ongoing joke between the two of you - her possessive habits and your attempts to provoke them. You'll straddle her thigh and slot your chest against hers and pout as you ask how much she thinks the white-haired man across the room would offer for an hour with you, and she'll purse her lips and assure you that none of her 'coworkers' could afford such a gem. Once or twice, you've managed to pester a real answer out of her, always something in the millions and delivered in a clipped tone that meant it was time to stop asking, but more often, she'll take you by the hips and ask you if you plan on replacing her so callously. It's a fair reaction. You can't say she's ever made you think you might be up for sale.

When you can't bite back your curiosity, you drape yourself across her and ask how much she would give up to have you permanently, to keep you at her beck and call without having to stifle herself with allowances and borrowed platinum cards. She likes that question, practically purrs as she promises that, to her, you're priceless. It should be more comforting than it is, but somehow, you can't shake the implication that it's something she's considered, that if there was an amount she could forward to some unknown account, she would've done it long before you'd ever made the offer. You're glad she came to the conclusion she did. You're glad that, no matter how entitled she acts to every fiber of your being, every second of your time, she knows she'll never actually own you.

You're glad that, if she changed her mind, if she ever put a price on your head and decided it was worth the loss, she's kind enough not to tell you that you've already been paid for.

#woman loving wednesday #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #yandere jjk #jujustsu kaisen x reader #yandere mei mei #mei mei x reader #mei x reader #yandere mei #yanderecore #yancore

[onebarofsoap]

commission of Trawl for @glamoplasm! thank you for donating to our hurricane relief fundraiser! 😊

(check out the fundraiser details here if interested)

#soap tries art #tf oc #transformers oc #loved drawing this one. old woman wednesday

[soft-girl-musings]

WIP Wednesday

i'm on my period and in my feels today, so i'm distracting myself with wee scenes here and there

here's another part for my MK System x GN!Reader oneshot:

"Love?" "Hm?" "Might fall out if you keep playing with it like that.” You’d been standing behind Steven for the past couple of minutes, meaning to check in on his preparations for his tour the next morning but had gotten distracted. “Sorry,” you sigh, your fingers leaving the wisps of hair at the nape of his neck and trailing down to his shoulder. “It’s just… hm.” Your conversation with Marc must have taken root: over the past few weeks, you’ve noticed the hair that had been dangerously close to another round of boxed dye abuse steadily turning lighter. A subtle blend of silver strands mix with the darker curls that frame his face, making his hair shine a bit brighter in the light of the desk lamp. “It’s like starlight,” you finally state, leaning in to rest your head against his. Steven sputters and puts his book aside. “Starli- that’s a bit much, yeah?” His brow furrows, but there’s no denying the smile tugging at his lips. “Not if it’s true,” you contend. You adjust the reading glasses that had slid down his face and tuck a stray curl behind his ear. “It’s a good look on you.”

@hon3yboy @mrsnadeem send a moon boy over to take care of me while i bleed out lol

#how i love being a woman #wip wednesday #my works #my wip #moon knight #moon knight system #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #moon knight system x reader #never getting this system out of mine

[weemsgay]

Love Notes

My first ~official~ foray into fanfiction not scribbled messily in the confines of my Notes app. Be kind, please.

Larissa Weems x Reader

Summary: You’re a music teacher at Nevermore that makes encouraging handwritten notes and mix CDs for Larissa anonymously. Will Principal Weems ever find out you are her secret admirer?

AO3 link

Your stomach dropped and panic set in when news spread that Lariss—no, you corrected, Principal Weems has been poisoned and was in critical condition.

Your head swam with fear, despair, confusion, worry, hope. After staring off with your vision blurred for a few minutes as your heart ached, you sprung into action. You wrapped your cardigan around you tighter as you moved quickly to the dormitories. Someone had to ensure panic did not erupt with the news, even if what you wanted most was to run to wherever Principal Weems was. It didn’t take more than a handful of times meeting to understand this school and its inhabitants were the pride and upmost importance for the principal. You knew this would selflessly be on her mind after being poisoned. What twisted priorities, you thought, shaking your head slightly as you made it to the wing of the school that housed students and faculty.

With Bianca’s help, you began ushering students to safety and placating their frantic questions.

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In the Burlington hospital waiting room you found yourself jittery and bouncing your legs up and down in your chair. When other professors eyed you, you half-heartedly attempted to groan that the seating was uncomfortable—especially after sitting for hours.

You stood up quickly to escape to the large floor length windows and gaze outside at the early morning sky and birds beginning to chirp and sing a new day. Noticing how your breath was shallow and uneven, you focused on the birds’ songs and tried to deepen and steady your breathing. After a few moments, you were able to calm a bit. You spot a few American robins circling a tree outside seeming so jubilant and free. You let their melody surround you, giving you goosebumps down your arms. Enchanted, you begin to orchestrate a new tune in your head, one to soothe your remaining worries.

Music always had this effect on you and consistently provided an avenue to build or release your feelings. In fact, being able to explore and share your abilities teaching outcasts over the last two years at Nevermore has changed your life. Before you could finish your bird song arrangement, a polite voice spoke out that Principal Weems could now briefly see visitors.

Not everyone could queue to visit the principal, though. Only faculty at this time. Your annoyance flared. You chided, leave it to that woman to negate healing in order to ensure the academy is continuing adequately. You stifled a scoff while thinking about it and made your way with a handful of other members of the staff to Weems’s room through the emergency doors. As you glanced back to the waiting room, you saw a small dark figure with reddened eyes being enveloped comfortingly by blonde, pink, and blue.

Once you reached the doorway to Principal Weems's room and tentatively glanced inside, all your frustration at the situation dissipated. You've never seen the tall, statuesque woman embody anything but poise, control, and confidence. She still looked graceful, but there was a weariness to her form now. It broke your heart to see.

Pulling you from your thoughts was the voice of the person in question. "You may come in, dear. I hardly bite."

At this, your cheeks were set ablaze, and you scurried inside after the other professors once seeing you were the only one still outside her room. “Apologies, Principal Weems,” you muttered, standing in the back behind your colleagues.

Each of us gave our respective reports to the bedridden principal, and we strategized how to move forward with the semester. With a heavy sigh and her long fingers rubbing at the bridge of her nose as if she is staving off a headache, Principal Weems relinquished, “I’m afraid we will be cancelling classes for the rest of the semester.”

Rather than protest the decision, you looked around the room curiously, taking it in. It really was too bland to be connected to someone as exquisite and full of character as Larissa Weems, even in her current state. There was a small TV hung up in the corner of the room, a laminate top table, a strange patterned chair with faux leather accents to the right of her hospital bed, an IV, and machines beeping rhythmically behind her. It was far from her lavish and impeccably designed office. You contemplated to yourself with furrowed brows, Does Principal Weems even watch television? Unbeknownst to you, Principal Weems observed your brows and eyes darting around the room, almost sensing your questioning and dissatisfaction with the space.

At that moment the same nurse from before came to collect the visitors from the room, letting us know that the patient needed adequate rest. Nodding and murmuring, my colleagues began to clear out. I neared the doorway as the last person out when I heard through pursed lips, “It’s a shame that I’ll go mad here recovering without my books or laptop. Think you could fetch them for me tomorrow, dear?” You turned, only to encounter the other woman's inquiring blue eyes, waiting expectantly. You swallowed a large knot in your throat, “Y-yes, ma’am.”

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With your mind spinning from your interaction at the hospital the previous evening, you set to work gathering the items Principal Weems requested. After embarrassing yourself twice in front of the woman yesterday, you’re not sure if you’ll make it through this task as you push open her office door to get to her adjoined living quarters. You’ve always found her to be quite desirable, and you typically aren’t a bumbling idiot when it comes to crushes. What makes this different? you plead with yourself.

Regardless, you’ve decided a change is in order. This was your second year at Nevermore Academy, and you have barely had ten conversations with the tall blonde outside of weekly faculty meetings. If it wasn’t for Principal Weems’s history with Garrett Gates’s murder, you’re not sure she would have had the Nightshade antidote on her to confront his sister, Laurel. You almost lost the one person you wanted to pursue all because you didn’t have the courage to speak up. No more. You’re going to woo Larissa Weems even if it’s the last thing you do.

With a duffel open on her magnificent office desk, you begin to collect some books from Weems’ bookshelves. Next is a stack of forms and papers that you’re sure the nurses would forbid you to sneak her if they knew. You head through a large door into her bedroom, a slight blush creeping up your neck. You shake your head to clear it and round the corner to her private bathroom. After a moment searching, you snag her signature red lipstick. You’re sure it’s not technically needed, but you imagine it is a comfort item for the woman. You look down at it almost mesmerized that her lips’ faithful companion is situated in your hand. You can’t help but wonder and hope you might take its place.

This possibility emboldened you. Instead of making your way back the way you came, you simply phase through the bathroom wall into Principal Weems’s large, regal office. Back in her workspace, your eyes fall onto a sleek, walnut vinyl and CD player. Taken aback, you walk over to it to run your finger over the dials. No TV, but this? My, what taste…you muse.

Suddenly, an idea weasels its way into your head. Almost every time you’ve been in Weems’s presence, she hums. She likes music. This you can work with.

After finishing your gift, you gently place it in the otherwise prepared duffel on her desk. If Principal Weems is concerned she’ll be too under-stimulated in recovery, you’ll ensure that is not the case. You’ve prepared a selection of songs for the woman, ranging from the obvious classical tunes to instrumental covers of pop songs—of which you’re sure the principal will like. You even composed your own piece for her to enjoy. Thankfully your powers lend so well to music generation and compiling for others. You think back to the moments where you could hear certain notes coming from the woman in the halls and faculty meetings. Not quite an aura, but a sonic manifestation of her current state or desires.

Now all that is left is to sign your name to the accompanying letter. Your hand stalls on the page, heart beating rapidly in your chest. Name. On. Letter. Easy. You are disrupted by a knock on the large double doors to Weems’s office. No doubt it is Nevermore’s driver waiting to depart to the hospital. Defeated, you scribble on a post-it note hastily, “Found this on your desk. Not sure who from!”

You’ve never lied to Principal Weems before, but the alternative is too terrifying. You’re not sure such advances would be welcomed with everything that has been going on. Nor if she would even bat an eye at you.

Best to tread carefully…

#love notes....get it?? #chapter 1 #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #principal weems #larissa x reader #principal larissa weems #wednesday #ao3 #fanfiction #oh my goodness this woman is going to kill me????? #gwendoline christie #music teacher #nevermore academy #boss/employee relationship #principal/teacher

[pebbleswritessometimes]

Hiii! 👋🏻

Could I request a Larissa x Reader smut encounter? I just wanted to see Reader being pressed against a bookshelf and them making out 🙂🙈💖. If you can make them getting caught by someone else and being questioned what they were doing, so Reader turns and picks the first book they see which for their embarrassment is Sappho 👁👄👁🤣

Hey dear! Hope this is okay :)

Caught

Larissa weems x Reader

Not super smutty but regardless

18+ MINORS GO AWAY

Warnings: none

Not really proof read, my apologies

You loved your work. The smell of old and well loved pages, watered soil from the potted plants, and brewed coffee, all blended together to create something that you considered simply divine. It was a calm responsibility, but one that you took pride in. Sorting novels and textbooks, charting out student book returns, and often losing yourself in an abundance of chapters at your desk.

Exams for the students had been completed the week prior, so it wasn’t often anyone would come into the library for anything. It was just you and your gigantic pile of books. You told yourself that you’d only pick out two books to take and enjoy at your desk. You realized as soon as you sat down, that wasn’t the case. Genres spanning from fantasy, to mystery, and even to some sappy romance. You flipped a coin, chose your book, and kicked your feet up on your desk.

“Holy shit. Queen Gwen is.. AHA SHES GAY, ANOTHER WIN, FUCK YEAH,” you flung your body off the chair and shimmied around in gay excitement. “Good morning, Miss Y/N. Are you sure that language is appropriate during school hours?” Your boss, Larissa, laughed as she watched your reaction. You squeaked as you bounced back, nearly ramming yourself into the shelves behind you. “I- uhh.. ah ha okay so see-“ you were a frazzled mess as you tried to explain that you had merely gotten a little too invested in your book. “I’m only teasing, dear. No need to worry,” she chuckled, placing the book she had tucked away in her arm, on the return cart. You exhaled, trying to compose yourself. You watched her as she filed through some of the books you had stacked on the table. Flipping them over, reading their previews, and with a hum, she’d place them back neatly where they had laid previously.

For some reason, you were nervous as you observed her. You never cared about what others thought of the books you read, but her? You wanted so badly for her to think highly of you. What would she think when she found that book about a super tall, vampire dommy mommy? Or what about the book that goes into detail of the relationship between a queer, gender neutral Lucifer and their fallen angel, wife? “Are these all the books you’re planning on reading today?” She smirked, walking over with a leather-bound book in her hands. “Or did you simply get carried away with your options,” you could’ve sworn you saw something in her eyes. “I- yes I seem to have gotten a little ambitious,” you tittered. “Ambitious. I like it,” she was definitely flirting now right? No, she wouldn’t play with you like that, would she? “Mind showing me where I could find more stories like this one?”

You took the book from her hands and- this is the one she wants similar books to? “Have you read this one, Principal Weems?” You turned your gaze towards her and tapped your fingers upon the books leather cover, as you waited for her answer. “Yes, it’s one of my favorites actually! You should read this one next, it’s a lovely book,” her smile never left her features. “This is actually one of my favorites, too! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve re-read it,” you nearly couldn’t contain the excitement from talking about your favorite book. Although, you were a little shocked that your boss had read the, “Lucifer and Fallen Angel,” book. Thinking about her reading chapter 5, where the fallen angel gets pushed against the wall by a towering Lucifer, a blush quickly made its way across your features. Furrowing her brows, she wondered what made you such a blushing mess in front of her.

“Well then, Miss Y/N. Maybe you’ll benefit from a trip to that section of the library as well,” she winked and turned towards the shelves. It almost seemed as if she knew exactly where she needed to go already.

Setting down the book and grabbing a small clay watering bell, you began to make your way to the section where the similar vein of books were located. Larissa was a little confused as to why you had a small piece of pottery that fit your thumb perfectly at the top. It clicked when you took a small detour towards the potted snake plant. “Sorry, Principal Weems. Snakester was due for a watering and I figured since we were headed back this way I could get her taken care of,” you chimed, “and I thought it’d be a good opportunity to test out the watering bell I made.” She looked at the bell, then back to you in awe, “You made that? It’s beautiful. And it seems to work very nicely,” she said as she admired you and the other work of art you had grasped in your dominant hand. “Yes, it does seem to work quite well, doesn’t it? Alright, my love, on to the books,” setting down the bell on the table that stood next to the plant. She blushed at the pet name and trailed behind you.

“So! Tell me, what did you like about that specific book? Maybe I’ll be able to point you in the direction of one’s you’re most likely to enjoy,” you looked up at her and immediately regretted it. Seeing her look down at you like that, you couldn’t help the thoughts forming in your mind. Suddenly, the minuscule confidence you previously carried, had completely evaporated. She stared down with a smirk. You started twirling your fingers and bit your cheek. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” She knew she had you in the palm of her hand. “Let’s see, hm. I enjoyed the banter between the two main characters,” stepping closer to you, “I loved the heavily seductive scenes and the way Luci pushed the angel back,” pushing another step forward until finally closing the space between. “Were you fond of that part too, Y/N?” She looked down at you as she grasped your chin with her thumb and pointer. With quick breaths, you frantically nodded. “Is this okay?” She checked as she moved her face closer to yours. Met with another nod, she corrected, “You have to use your words, sweetheart,” seeing you gulp before your answer, she smirked. “Yes, please.. yes,” you despised how pathetic you sounded but in that moment you wanted nothing more than to feel her lips on yours. Pushing you all the way back against the book shelf, she held your face and used her free hand to pull your hips towards her. A small moan escaped as she deepened the kiss and her hold on you.

Breaking away for just a moment to breath, “I can’t tell you how long I’ve been dreaming about that,” you admitted. “You’ve been dreaming about kissing your boss? Naughty, Miss Y/N,” she chuckled before confessing the same. Didn’t take you two long before you began to make out again. Moving her hand up your torso, you grabbed her face with your own hands and pushed your bodies closer. God, you needed her so bad, and she needed you just as much. She hitched up your leg and slid her knee between yours. You moaned at the action and couldn’t help the immediate movement you made. “So needy, my dear,” you both giggled.

“Y/N, are you back here? I had a question about-“ Thornhill had stopped in her tracks, wide eyed at the scene unfolding in front of her. With another squeak from you, you both stumbled back and away from each other. A large grin spread across her face, “Now, what are you two kids doing back here?” Larissa turned around, a rosey color painting her skin, she swiped out the wrinkles your little games had produced, and turned back around. “Oh! Hey Marylin! Haha we were just looking for uh,” scanning the books nearest to you and picking the first one that caught your eye, “This book! This one right here,” you let out a pained chuckle. “Is that so? What’s it about?” Thornhill raised an eyebrow and tilted her head as she excitedly awaited for your improvised answer. “What book? Oh this one? Oh let’s see, this is about um…it’s-“

Cursing yourself for not looking properly at the book before grabbing it, you looked back at the woman whose mouth was just glued to yours. Her arms were crossed on her chest, with her hand resting in her palm. You couldn’t believe how guilty she looked, if you hadn’t just been caught acting like two teenagers, you would’ve laughed at the sight of her being so bashful. “Go on, Y/N. Tell me what the story is about,” You could tell Marylin was enjoying this. She rocked back and forth on her heels.

Swallowing before you spoke, “It’s um. Haha, so it’s about two woman who- oh wow okay, phew um. It’s about two woman who,” it’s almost funny how much you’re struggling to get a simple explanation out. “They fall for each other and… and they- You know wow! Look at the time, Miss Weems! We oughta catch that thing at that place before it’s gone,” you look back at Larissa with pleading eyes and see she’s trying her best not to chuckle at the previous display of your nervousness. You shove the book back into the case and rush passed the woman who had just caught you with your tongue in your employers mouth. “Okay, bye!” You could be heard from a distance as you ran back to your desk and hid your face in your palms.

You hear the unmistakable clicking of Larissa’s heels making their way over to you. Glancing up through your fingers, you see the woman resting her arms on the counter above your desk. “She’s gone, sweetheart,” she looked at you fondly. “I can’t believe we did that,” keeping your face behind your hands. “I’m glad we did,” she returned. “I’ve got a parent meeting I’m needed at, but I’d like to see you later. Think you could meet me in my office after-hours?” She bit her lip as she proposed the question. It didn’t take long for you to give her the answer she was hoping for, “Yes, ma’am, I’ll be there.”

“Ma’am?” She tilted her head, “I like it,” she nodded as she made her way out of the library. It was safe to say, you had no clue what to expect that evening, but you were excited, nonetheless.

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