#marilyn thornhill x femreader

[camilaxmartin]

not so secret

request: What about miss thornhill x reader where reader is another teacher at Nevermore but they're trying to keep their relationship a secret from the students and principal weems? Thank you!

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summary: y/n and marilyn are both teachers at nevermore and are in a secret relationship. well, maybe not so secret after all.

warnings: none

note: i love this one mostly because my motivation comes back slowly

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it was all happening so fast. her hands on my waist, her lips on mine. marilyn hold me close to her while our lips were working together in sync. i was leaning against her desk while she was standing in between my legs, trying to be as close to me as possible. we were currently in her class, where all the plants surrendered us. not letting anyone from the outside see what was happening inside.

i pulled away a bit only for her lips to chase me straight away. i chuckled while my lips were on hers once again. she smiled herself hearing my reaction and our kiss automatically broke. she opened her eyes and they met mine.

“so eager.” i commented and licked my lips while she playfully rolled her eyes at me. my hands, wrapped around her neck were now slowly moving down wanting to touch her waist.

“what can i say,” she started and immediately got my attention. “you drive me insane, rose.” she smirked at the end and i uncontrollably shook my head. she raised an eyebrow at me still smiling.

“such an ordinary flower.” i said and she let out a laugh from the back of her throat. it automatically made me smile.

“but such a beautiful one.” she said and her lips attacked my neck in no seconds. i pulled my head back to give her more space at what she smiled. my hands lost their plan to hold her waist and immediately flew to her hair, holding her close to my skin. “just like you.” she added and her lips were now numbing my earlobe. i let out a sigh at the feeling and her smile grew even more.

“the things you do to me.” i whispered spreading apart my legs even more. marilyn immediately got my hint and stepped even closer to me, i could feel the material of her clothes on my thighs. at this point i was literally sitting on her desk. her hands left my waist and slowly went up to touch my breasts through the material of my blouse. i bit down my lower lip at the feeling not wanting for her to stop. my breathing got heavier when her hands squeezed my skin. not a second later i felt her start to slowly unbutton my shirt and i gripped her hair even tighter. not that i wanted to stop now, but just the thought of someone catching us was giving me mixed feelings. marilyn seemed to notice my insurance and immediately stop her movements. she pulled away from me looking straight into my eyes. i smiled shyly at her and she just chuckled quietly. then her lips were on mine again while her hands were still placed against my breasts. our lips were in sync again when we heard a squeaky sound.

“i told you! we’re so early.” enid exclaimed slowly opening the door.

“better to be early than late.” another person said whose voice we couldn’t recognise at first.

mines and marilyn’s eyes immediately opened and we teared apart from each other in no time. she was now standing next to her chair while i was leaning against her desk, but not longer sitting on it. our attention flew straight to the people coming in. the blonde finally fully opened the door and her eyes suddenly noticed us.

“hi ms. thornhill, ms. y/l/n.” she smiled to us and moved to her desk. wednesday followed her with a typical for her stern expression. she looked at us while narrowing her eyes a bit but almost immediately her attention shifted to the she-wolf sitting in her spot.

“hi girls.” i greeted them moving away from the desk and turning around so i could face the students. “why are you here so early? if i’m not wrong you both have like another fifteen minutes of break.” i asked trying not to sound suspicious. wednesday looked me up and down but her friend responded to me quickly.

“wednesday wanted to come in so early.” enid exclaimed making face with her lips pursed into a straight line. “she wanted to see the plants or something.” she explained and wednesday looked her way.

“to observe them.” she said and enid shrugged at her words.

“potato, potato.” she whispered but the brunette heard her anyway. wednesday came up to her friend and punched her shoulder slightly while almost immediately walking away from her to actually look at the plants around us. enid shook her head and started to write something down in one of her notebooks.

“i’ll see you later.” i said with a smile to my love still standing in her place. her eyes found my face and she also smiled lovingly at me. she nodded her head slowly.

“don’t be late today.” she said a bit more quietly and i bit my lip. with a smile still present on my face i nodded my head at her and exited the class.

“what plans do you have for today, ms thornhill?” the blonde asked suddenly and marilyn was a bit taken aback by her voice.

“excuse me?” she asked finally looking at the girl and trying hard to focus this time.

“what plans do you have?” she asked again titling her head a bit. marilyn licked her lips still not fully understanding what she meant. enid rolled her eyes with a smile. “you just told ms y/l/n not to be late, so i suppose you have some plans?” she asked more specifically and thornhill felt her cheeks burn a bit. of course she heard it, she’s a werewolf for god’s sake.

“ah, yes.” she said coming closer to the girl sitting in her spot. finally she reached her desk and leaned against it with her legs. “she just got a lot of papers to correct and i one day offered to help her.” she lied trying to sound as natural as she could. “i asked her not to be late because, the later we start the longer we will be doing it.” she added and enid smiled but this smile was a bit different. almost like she was trying to hold back a smirk. marilyn narrowed her eyes a bit.

“well, have fun then.” she said and her eyes looked down at her notebook again. “and good luck.” she added with something in her voice that marilyn couldn’t fully interpret.

“will be needed.” she said and laughed quietly as she pushed herself away from the desk and walked back to her chair looking for something to take her mind away from the situation the two girls just interrupted.

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i was running late for my class, not that it was something new but i just couldn’t get there right on time. it wasn’t my fault that the cafeteria was on the other side of school to my class. swallowing the last part of cake i was eating not half minute earlier i fastened my peace which was almost running at this point. i went down and passed the big staircase at the middle of the hall and finally the last part of my journey was straight passage. wiping my hands on my pants i licked my lips trying to look as decently as i could. i shook my head at myself being late again, but as i finally reached the door to my class i took a deep breath and stepped in.

“i’m so sorry for being late, again. i just ugh, can’t make myself be on time when i have a lunch break.” i said looking at the kids in my class. all of them started whispering with smiles on their faces. at least they weren’t mad. i came up to my desk and sat on the edge of it, facing the class.

“are you guys ready for todays lesson?” i asked needing their attention to be fully directed at me. the class went silent and i smiled even more. i nodded my head in the gesture of greatness and turned around to take a look at the papers i prepared earlier. i took them in my hands and finally started my lesson.

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“okay, so i think that’s it for today.” i said putting down the papers on my desk while students were writing down the last notes. i looked at the clock and noticed we had almost five minutes left so i leaned even more on my desk and look at all the faces before me. some of them were already packing up while others were still tacking notes. i smiled uncontrollably and a certain blonde noticed it.

“you seem happy today, ms. y/l/n.” enid said looking at me from the second row. i looked her way and smiled even more.

“indeed i am, miss sinclair.” i responded and earned myself a natural smile from the girl.

“i’m curious whose the reason for that.” bianca exclaimed from fourth row and her friends started giggling. i titled my head a bit narrowing my eyes looking at the group. enid bit her lip pretending to be so caught up with packing her stuff.

“i’m sorry, bianca?” i asked and the girl looked at me with a smudge smile on her face.

“you just seem more distracted lately. i don’t want to come out as rude but often people act like that because of someone special in their life.” she said suggesting i got myself a date so bluntly. i tried to stay as calm as possible, but second before i responded i realised there wasn’t actually anything wrong with the thing she said. well, maybe only the fact that it was kind of disrespectful.

“very brave observation of you.” i said with more cold voice. the girl noticeably straightened in her spot, getting a bit nervous. “but you’re right in fact.” i added and smile came back to my face. she let out a breath she definitely didn’t know she was holding and also smiled at me. i shook my head slightly at her with my eyes filled with kindness. “but that’s i’m certain, none of your concern.” i added and she smiled apologetically as i nodded my head at her.

i got up from my desk and walked to my chair finally feeling relaxed, while bianca turned to her friends. i shook my head looking through all the papers spread all over my desk. finally we heard the bell ring and all of the students started to exit the class. i breathed out deeply, relaxing as it was my last lesson for the day. i left all the papers even more spread out on my desk than they were before and grabbed my phone, wanting to check if my mom haven’t texted me today. while being caught up in the mobile the sound of knocking pulled me out of the little trans i was unconsciously in. i let out a louder “come in!” and put my phone down on the desk, waiting for some person to come in.

“i’m so glad i caught you.” larissa exclaimed as she entered the class. i smiled at the sight of her and she closed the door behind.

“what brings you here?” i asked with a sweet tone. larissa let out a deep sight being obviously tired from walking. she took one of the chairs and put it next to my chair so she could sit down. i watched her while waiting for her to response.

“i wanted to talk to you about some trips we can organise. i know you’ve seen a lot of places around here so i thought you’d help me with all of this.” she explained and i smiled at her words. i titled my head being curious what exact places she had in mind by now.

“of course, it would be pleasure for me.” i said and she smiled softly. she then opened the bag she has been carrying with her and handed me all the papers. i looked through them and noticed a few places i’ve been in before coming to nevermore.

“i was thinking about going somewhere for maybe two or even three days so it doesn’t have to necessarily be as close as jericho. i mean it won’t be a problem if it is that close but i guess we can go over the line a bit with this trip.” she exclaimed and i was nodding my head almost all the time at her words.

“i think this one would caught their attention.” i said as i handled her the paper with a picture of a huge park of plants and animals. she smiled seeing my choice.

“i had a feeling you’d choose this one.” she said and i shrugged my shoulders at her with a smile. she laughed softly and started to read the little information she prepared earlier.

“i think students will be more interested in learning about how everything works in nature than about some old caramels farm.” i said still looking through other offers. larissa laughed once again but it sounded more like a snore this time. i looked at her from the corner of my eye.

“i’m sure you’re right.” she said flipping the paper in her hands on the other side, reading even more about the trip to that destination. “have you been there?” she asked and i nodded my head.

“once or twice. and i can guarantee you it is even more interesting than it looks. and it already looks pretty amazing for me.” i said and larissa slowly nodded her head at my words. “besides, we can always put in the museum not so far from there so that students who are more into history than plants can have something specially for them too.” i suggested and larissa looked at me for a second while nodding her head again.

“i think that’s a great idea, actually.” she said and finally finished reading the article. she handled me it once again taking the rest of the papers from my hands and putting it back to her bag. “we will take only three teachers i think, so marilyn will be coming with us. there’s plants there after all and that’s her thing.” she said and i uncontrollably smiled at the mention of my secret girlfriend.

“i’m looking forward to it.” i said giving her back the paper not reading the article. larissa took it from me and also put it into her bag but folded it before so she wouldn’t loose it. she smiled at me and stretched her arms. i leaned back in my chair also relaxing myself.

“thank you in that case.” she said and started to get up from her chair, grabbing her bag. “i’m sure student will be excited about the plans we’ve—“ larissa couldn’t finish her sentence cause the sound of opening the door interrupted her.

“oh. my. god.” said someone coming into my class. “can you believe it? this little blondie probably knows about us!” marilyn exclaimed coming in and shooting the door behind her. she immediately turned to the cabinets placed at the other side of class to my desk. my eyes widened at her words and suddenly looked at larissa who was now standing next to me and looking at marilyn with one eyebrow raised. shit. i panicked inside but wasn’t able to do anything at this point. “she was so slick today asking me so many questions about you. not that answering them bothered me but just ugh, couldn’t she concentrate on the lesson? she always does so today was a total disaster.” she said looking through the cabinets definitely searching for something in particular. “she heard me asking you not to be late today and all the questions followed after that. like a waterfall. my god i’m so fed up right now.” she continued and i just gave up. i leaned back in my chair again getting ready for larissa to just throw us both out at this point. “sometimes i really wish we could just not hide our relationship, you know? like what’s the big deal actually? there isn’t a rule that forbids us from dating right?” she rumbled more while her hands were still searching through the cabinets. “like why can’t i just tell the students that we are in fact dating? if some of them would even care about it. it’s not like i’m dating a student.” she hissed under her breath and larissa’s eyebrow went even higher. oh my. “like i genuinely don’t understand. does something hold us back? does something not allow us to be dating?” she asked the air around us when her hands finally grabbed something she was looking for. she took out the can and started to read the leaflet around it. “actually i don’t remember why we agreed to keep our relationship a secret in the first place. i mean yeah, the risk of being caught in the middle of doing something is exciting as hell, but besides that?” she wondered more and i started to curse her in my head. larissa had now two brows raised up and i rubbed my face with one of my hands. “why are you so quiet anyway? and also i don’t think it’d be such a big problem to tell teachers or at least larissa about us. like what she could do? as i said before i don’t thinks there’s a rule for us to not date.” she said eyes still glued to the text on the can. she opened her mouth again to say something more but larissa’s voice interrupted her.

“there isn’t a rule against it.” she said and marilyn froze in place. the can almost falling from her hands. she looked to my direction and finally noticed another person in my class. her expression was saying almost everything she was thinking right now.

“larissa.” she half whispered, but we both heard her.

“marilyn.” principal exclaimed putting her hands on my desk for support.

“it’s not how it looks like.” the redhead said and i couldn’t hold in the chuckle that left my mouth. she literally tried so hard.

“oh?” larissa said, smile crawling to her face. marilyn bit her lips regretting everything she said from when she crossed the threshold of my class.

“i won’t say anything more, i would probably make this situation even worse than it already is.” she exclaimed and i couldn’t believe she actually gave up that easily.

“maybe that’s better.” larissa said and pushed herself away from my desk, crossing arms on her chest. marilyn looked at the ground feeling embarrassed as ever.

silence occurred the room.

“you have nothing to worry about.” larissa said suddenly and both me and marilyn looked at her in some kind of shock. she chuckled at our reaction. “as you said previously, there’s nothing i can possibly do to you. there’s not a single rule forbidding one teacher from dating another.” she said and the smile uncontrollably crawled to marilyn’s face. “as you said,” she repeated herself. “as long as it’s not a student i don’t see a problem here.” she said with a soft tone. both me and marilyn finally looked at each other and smiled even more.

“that’s not a way i imagined telling you about us.” i said and larissa looked at me again. “but at least we have it over with.” i added and she laughed shaking her head a bit.

“i’m even less surprised now, why you smiled so much more at the mention of marilyn.” she said and i immediately looked at the redhead who was now looking at me with curiosity. “as long as you two feel comfortable with showing off your relationship it’s okay.” larissa said walking up to the door finally. “next time just tell me sooner so i won’t have to inquire this way.” she said with a laugh following. we both chuckled at her words.

“there won’t be a next time.” said marilyn when larissa was walking out and she shook her head with a smile on her face. principal closed the door. behind her leaving the two of us finally alone.

“well that was-“ she started but i finished her sentence.

“a real disaster.” i said and she laughed at my words, placing the can in one of the cabinets again.

i got up from my chair and walked up to her wrapping my hands around her neck almost immediately. her hands found my waist and she was looking at me with eyes filled with love. i smiled at her even more licking my lips. marilyn shook her head at me knowing damn well what was going on in my mind at the moment. she pulled me closer to her and connected our lips. the kiss was slower than usual. her hands tightened their grip on my skin and i uncontrollably opened my lips slightly. she slipped her tongue into my mouth still doing it slower than i would have expected. my hands found her hair and immediately wrapped themselves around it. she smiled into the kiss always having a thing for me playing with her hair. she pulled her tongue away from my mouth and licked my lower lip. i tried to catch it with my teeth but she was slicker. marilyn pulled away from me a bit, connecting her forehead with mine. she looked at me while i opened my eyes and was met with hers. she smiled feisty at me but still trying to act innocent.

“i’m glad she knows.” i said and she blinked a couple of times trying to understand what i have just said. i smiled seeing this.

“i agree.” she said gently nodding her head. her hands still holding me close to her haven’t loosened their grip.

“now, i can show my love for you whenever i want.” i added and she smiled warmly at my words. her lips found mine again and i unconsciously smiled into the kiss.

“prepare,” she said in between kisses. “to be flooded by my love.” she added and pulled away only for her lips to kiss my cheek. i smiled at her and one of my hands gripped her chin stroking her skin softly.

“we both don’t have any lessons anymore today, so what would you say to going to your place at the spot?” i offered and she chuckled at my words, but her eyes were enough of an answer for me. her hands let go of my waist.

“i don’t want anything else.” she answered laugh feeling her voice. i let go off her chin and she found my hand with one of hers. she linked our fingers and started to walk to the door. i followed her with one of the biggest smile i’ve ever worn.

[goddessfloresz]

Her Recovery p1.

ONESHOT ❦︎ (very) [OC] FemReader x Larissa Weems

°° Reader is named Florere Dulcie since I dislike using Y/N when writing. 😓

" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚢? "

Being part of the Nevermore Family has unleashed something inside of you. The fear of being judged for expressing yourself was washed away once you had taken a step into the academy. For the first time in your life during your early-thirty's, you felt the freedom of expression you had ever so craved for. Being a professor means having the advantage of wearing anything that came into mind, of course it would need to be appropriate for teaching.

It took some time for you to adjust into Nevermore. The first week was quite a hassle since you already had a lot in your hands.. To moving in the teachers dorms, to organizing your class schedule, to designing your classroom, to decide what lessons you would be teaching for the curriculum, gosh there was too many to even decide! Welcome to the career you chose, I guess.. If only you weren't five foot two tall then you would've pursued modeling that kept calling out for your name. And here you are pursuing the job of teaching, to be able to at least inspire youngsters. But the main reason was.. you missed your daughter. You missed taking care of her, missing the presence of a child. In fact, you never thrown out a single picture of your daughter. Why couldn't you call your ex-husband if you're child-deprived? You couldn't, of course. You left your child's life without oh so suddenly.. and probably you were the villain in their eyes, so why would you bother to even try? Having this motherly instinct led you to Nevermore Academy to teach with passion. No wonder the students had immediately added you to their favorites list.

..Feeling as if Nevermore was your home.

You were plain, nothing special looked on you, you were 'normal' when you first set foot into Nevermore for the job interview. The observant principal took notice of how you drastically changed into this 'fashionista' that the staff and students had called you, because of basically how you had started to literally turn Nevermore into your fashion show. There was not a single day that you didn't capture anyone's attention..

There was just something about printed leopard clothing that set your heart ablaze, it was as if it was made just for you to wear. Especially the fur coats that you'd always love to wear during seasonal winters. Not to mention, you'd always have an eye for vintage fashion. You even made sure your hair had the style of Hedy Lamarr, an iconic Hollywood actress. It took almost six months of working in Nevermore to bring this celebrity or rather.. outcast out of you.

..And that made Larissa feel nothing more than proud of you because of your improvement.

Compliments never failed to make you flattered no matter how many times you've had received it from your students and faculty staff. It has been six months working under Nevermore, and it already feels like you know this place like the palm of your hand. This Academy was full of secrets waiting for their discovery and you were more than proud to figure out just that. But working for Nevermore also has its ups and downs.. For example; The murder of Rowan, one of the Academy's students. Gosh.. it never failed to give your skin goosebumps just from the thought of it. You were always late by the news of on-going happenings inside the school grounds, only being updated when your co-workers talk about certain topics. Plus, the fact that Wednesday Addams never failed to make the principal's blood boil.

Just as you thought everything chaotic was dying down, you were so wrong.

..Here you are, visiting Principal Weems's quarters in Jericho's Hospital for the third time in a week. Praying to the deities that she'll recover from the hell she just had experienced. If only that darn Marilyn Thornhill was caught earlier. You were worried like it was the end of the world when you had miraculously arrived just on time because of some rising voices inside the botany teacher's room. Greeted by the fact that the Principal's mouth was foaming, with her body fully paralyzed from whatever injected serum was stabbed on her.

If only.. if only you were not the type of woman who would shy away from their love interest. Then you would've spent more time with the apple of your eyes..

It as was if you regretted every single decision you made to avoid Larissa in any way because you simply had feelings for her. The whole semester was on pause because of this certain situation.. like how the whole academy stopped functioning for a certain while. Just as if you were sulking the fact of your awful decisions in life, blaming yourself in every possible way. You stopped on your tracks when the door to the principal's hospital room was half open. Taking a small peek before completely opening it, you couldn't believe your eyes that your co-workers had arrived and gathered before you.

Your eyes widen a bit when you heard a particular voice, none other than belonging to Principal Weems herself. Talking amongst the crowd almost sorroundings her bed.. Thank the heavens above for being able to hear your goddess's voice once again!

" Ah, Miss Florere, you've arrived just in time! " One of your co-workers welcomed your arrival with open arms. All heads turning unto you as you stood frozen still unto the door frame, including the head of a particular blonde. Your eyes immediately landing on eachother, taking note of her pale and natural look.. " You're more than welcome to come in, Miss 'Dulcie'. " The maiden name of your mother immediately snapped you back unto reality. You almost totally forgot that you had changed your complete identity when you decided to use your mother's maiden name than use the 'Gustavo' name. And gosh.. the way Larissa almost held you in chokehold by simply tapping her tongue to pronounce your name. This woman will surely be the death of you someday..

" Of course.. " you replied with a stutter as the blush on your cheeks grew and stepped a foot inside as you closed the door from behind. The atmosphere was comfortable and cheerful, despite the gloomy background still being there. But set that aside, everyone was here for the principal's quick recovery after all. It honestly surprised you because you almost saw her die before your eyes..

This certain situation made you feel at ease and relief now that Larissa's health has been stabilized.

Watching everyone talk comfortably to Principal Weems made you unable to contain that smile. Making your heart swell as you listened attentively on their conversations. " Regarding the second semester, please notify the students that it'll be postponed until further notice. We must prioritize the students mental health recovery from everything that has happened within the school grounds. " Her strong British accent quickly making anyone listen inside the room. Gosh.. this woman had just woken up from slumber and already thought about a strategy regarding the schools administrations? What is she even doing during her sleep, work? But not to mention, it was still pretty impressive. As expected from Principal Weems herself..

" Oh set the responsibilities aside, Principal Weems! Please.. focus on your recovery also. " A sentence that made almost everyone nodding their head, " Not to mention.. Miss Florere here got everything under control when you were gone. " Your co-worker said with a smile as all eyes were on you for the credits. You couldn't help but giggle slightly before replying, " Oh please.. Its not much of a big deal. I just made sure to send each of the student's parents some letter regarding the incident. Explaining everything they needed to know and give some reassurances on their child's education inside Nevermore Academy.. " You couldn't help but glance at Larissa who seems to have a pleasing smile and seeming to notice the way her tense body relaxed.

" Not to mention, Miss Florere here made sure to bring you some flowers everyday. "

" It's the least I could do.. " You couldn't help but mutter shyly as you lowered your gaze on all the credits you've received. Unknowingly that all of the little things were noticed by the staff and we're exposed to the Principal itself. Larissa couldn't help but grow her smile more, seemingly applauding you silently as you felt her gaze bore unto you. But her gaze quickly returned when conversations seem to spark again.. and there you were behind the crowd, flattered by all the credits you had received.

As time passes by, the nurse had came in the room to remind the dear visitors about the curfew regarding visiting hours. Which made that gloomy atmosphere somehow seep in upon the reminder.. It was honestly a hard thought that you would be leaving this woman all alone for the sake of recovery. After few more conversations, the staff had decided it would be best to leave earlier to avoid some scolding from the medical health workers. You were the last to leave.. making you stop on your tracks once again when you heard Larissa's voice from behind.

" Professor Dulcie.. for a moment? " The only woman who called you by your mother's maiden name.

" Yes? " You turned around, breath immediately hitching as you made eye contact with her beautiful blue orbs.

" Would you fetch me my laptop? And perhaps other things like.. anything that could cure my boredom during my recovery. Could you bring my items tomorrow evening? " Her voice ever so gentle and soft, making you almost immediately melt on the spot.

" Of course.. anything for you, Principal Weems. " The last sentence was totally unplanned, it came out of your mouth automatically. Was this the effect by being under her gaze?

In which, Larissa responded with a giggle. Making your eyes slightly widen from realization of what you had just said. Gosh you are more than exposing yourself! But my gosh.. her giggle was beautiful too, almost making you weak on your knees. You wished you could hear it everyday..

" I'll take note of that, Professor. " She replied with that pearly whites of hers.

That certain interaction replayed in your head, because you were sure that her reply had a hint of playfulness. Or where you just being delusional? But oh well.. this was it. The start of getting to know Larissa, and aim for establishing a friendship with her. After all that happened in a blink of an eye? That you almost lost the source of your heart beat? You were now firm with your decision to establish a friendship with the Principal of Nevermore Academy. Or possibly.. even more than friends.

In fact, you couldn't sleep last night. Larissa's reply kept ringing into your head like a bell.. it was the reason behind your sleepless night. You were certainly aware that you were acting like a complete teenager girl fan girling over some 'stupid' crush. But oh dearest Larissa was more than 'just a crush'. She was your muse, your goddess.. you are so in love. And you aren't denying it anymore.

You carefully gathered everything essential unto the desk of the principal. Her laptop, her documents, her notebook and pen, the clothes and hairpins she needed once she got fully healed, her hygiene kit, and.. her signature red lipstick? Of course, you thought that it would be better to bring it. Since you've barely seen her never wear the red lipstick, thinking that every woman has her comfort, and the red lipstick was exactly what you think Larissa needed. You couldn't help but feel something was missing.. but you were also sure you've gotten everything important. You shrugged that thought off immediately when you've checked every stuff needed, and packed it into this large leather bag of yours. You wouldn't be bothered if you left it into the possession of Larissa. As you said.. you would do anything for this woman.

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The Principal's face lit up once you've finally showed up into the hospital quarters.

" I've got everything. " You tried not show how nervous you actually were. Because you were unsure if you even got the essential things she requested and needed.

" Thank you so much, dear. " You couldn't help but blush at the pet name, as you basically helped set up the laptop on her bed desk. Seeming to notice that she was way more lively than usual.. it seems like she's recovering real well. Which made you unable to hide your smile at that thought, because that's exactly what you were wishing for.

As silence crept in, you hesitated for a moment to start a conversation as Larissa was now focused on turning on her laptop. Staring at her signature red lipstick inside the bag, you were practically fighting demons inside of you to make such a decision that took so much courage..

" I don't think the principal would survive without her red lipstick.. " You cracked a joke as you showed her, her signature red lipstick. Larissa couldn't help but raise a brow as she looked at you, but the moment she layed eyes on her lipstick she couldn't help but smile ear to ear.

" Hm? How did you know? " The blonde replied to your joke with a giggle, seeming to ride with your joke. You couldn't help but giggle in reply too, handing her the red lipstick as the blush on your cheeks grew.

" My dear professor.. I can't apply my lipstick without a without a mirror. " Larissa said as she opened her lipstick, her gaze running back to you. " Oh right! I think I got it..- Oh. " You immediately turned around to clutter inside the bag over nothing. So that's what you were missing, a mirror.

" I-I'm sorry, Principal Weems.. I don't think I have brought any- "

" Can you help me put it on? "

" ..What? "

" What I meant is.. May you please kindly help me apply the lipstick, Professor? "

𝙰/𝙽: Soo, this chapter is almost inspired by a fanfiction I've red in AO3, I've sadly forgotten the title and name of the author.. Hope you enjoyed this one! Honestly speaking; I discontinued this due to academics work load.. it was supposed to be a full available book in Wattpad. And I can't find the right time to do it sadly.

[pinkcannibal]

Are you comfortable writing a breeding/heat kink fic, by chance? Maybe a fem!student reader is some type of supernatural creature that experiences heat cycles that's triggered by the touch of a viable mate which happens to be Marilyn Thornhill who she has a massive crush on. Perhaps the reader gets permission to opt out of her classes because of her heat but feeling restless one night, reader goes out to Professor Thornhill's classroom when she thinks Marilyn won't be there to just soak in her mate's scent and presence but Marilyn walks in because she's feeling restless with worry for reader who has been exempt from classes because of some mysterious "illness" that no one will tell her what it is and the reader wouldn't answer the dorm room door when she went to check on her and she's just so worried but she sees the panicked reader just standing there in her classroom and she runs straight to her. And smut occurs.

If you're not comfortable writing this, it's totally ok! Just love your soft mommy!dom Marilyn Thornhill x desperate needy reader fics!

a/n ill be real with you this is my magnum opus. this is my first time writing heat cycles or anything alluding to breeding kink so be pls be kind im learning skdksd but its helping me flex my writing muscles. thanks for the request! hope you like! feedback means the world to me btw <3

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title: soul-bound

pairings: marilyn thornhill x reader, (werewolf!femreader)

tw/warnings: heavy smut, heat cycles, soulmate dynamic, fingering, face riding, marking, slight breeding kink, praise kink, slight use of 'puppy' as a petname, slight strap idolisation, soft!dom marilyn thornhill, bottom!reader

word count: 5,180

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Your heat cycle comes two weeks earlier than planned, and it throws you out of equilibrium almost immediately, so jarring and intense that when you wake up and turn in bed, shifting beneath the sheets; you gasp at the realisation. 

God, and you should be used to it by now, this comes with the territory of who you are. Werewolf heat cycles are so common at Nevermore there’s an entire sex-ed class about it, but jesus fuck does yours like to be irregular about it- and you can already tell it’s going to be intense.  

You sit up in bed, face flush at how your heart rate picks up and your stomach warms and your thighs press together – how when you breathe in everything is so fucking heightened its overwhelming.  

You can smell the trees outside, Yoko’s perfume on her clothes, the shower drain, the cool Summer air, the wooden floors of your dorm, the- 

Oh God. Fuck. Is that...? 

You're helpless to the whimper that comes out of you. 

You totally forgot Miss Thornhill visited you yesterday, gifting you another one of her plants with that knee weakening smile and adorable scrunch of her nose. An iris this time, purple and freshly tended to. You have to clamp your palm over your mouth and nose, because Marilyn’s scent is everywhere around it.  

It has you shutting your eyes, a whine begging to cry from your lips and it’s making you needy in a way you’ve never felt before, just her smell enough for you to feel that familiar submissive haze blanket your brain.  

Your eyes water, because there’s a particular type of cruel torture in having a mate you can never touch, or taste, or please. You need Marilyn’s approval, her hands, her voice; to fill every part of you until you feel whole again. And having that just out of reach? It makes you feel...fuck it makes you feel incomplete.  

You suddenly remember that time Enid confided in you about Wednesday, how being so close yet so far away from someone hurts. 

“It sucks knowing you’ll be a lone wolf forever. Trust me, I know.” 

You don’t realise how fast your breathing is, close to a pathetic type of pant, until your alarm goes off and you startle.  

You’re suddenly thankful Yoko has left already, you can’t imagine how awkward it would be to have a vampire witness this. How desperate you are, how just at the thought of Miss Thornhill has pheromones bleeding from you, something not even the strongest wolf could ignore.  

Jesus, you may as well have a neon sign pointed to your heart saying I need my mate to breed me so bad it’s pathetic. 

You decide right then and there, going to Marilyn’s class would be a death wish, you’d probably drop to your knees as soon as you saw her with your mouth open, begging for her fingers with wide doe eyes as you squirmed. And she’d look at you, she’d be so tender when she makes love to you and fucks you and tells you “You’re so pretty, sweet girl. Such a pretty pup for me, aren’t you?” 

Oh, god.  

The thought has slick rushing to your centre, and you blush so hard at the idea that you have to physically stop yourself from shaking. You whine, immediately grabbing your phone and opening your school emails. You submit a form to Principle Weems, explaining your situation as quickly as possible because your hands are sweating and shaking.  

As always, she’s incredibly understanding, receiving these kinds of forms every so often. You’re exempt from classes for the week duration of the cycle, and just knowing you still have five days of this is fucking torture.  

You know you can’t have the full satisfaction of Marilyn looking after you, breeding you (that thought makes you even wetter as you throb) but it’s worse to know you can’t even nest and ride out the wave of it in your mate's scent. You have nothing of Miss Thornhill’s besides the flower, and sometimes thoughts like these make you flush with shame. 

She doesn’t even know you feel this way, or that she is this to you. And fuck, would she even want you? Accept you? You can’t think of anything worse as a werewolf than the rejection from a mate, what do you do if presented with that? Who are you without them?  

Because sometimes you swear Miss Thornhill recognises the compatibility, you swear her head tilts and she breathes you subtly in when you smile at her and tuck your hair behind your ear. How she softens when you’re near, how sometimes when she passes by your desk and leans down to you, her hand finds your lower back protectively, like in her own way she was telling everyone in your life you’re hers. 

One time, you bumped into her at Jericho and she fixed her glasses and when she noticed it was you, she beamed, and you honest to god swooned at how happy she was to see you. And Marilyn’s hand squeezed your bicep in greeting, a little too intensely to be normal, and your eyes glazed over in utter devotion. 

The thoughts make you feel small, like you could cry, so you curl back under your covers and try and hang onto the lingering trace of her on the iris, squeezing your eyes shut with need. 

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It becomes downright unbearable on day three.  

Three days is all you could hack, it’s almost as if you’ve come down with a fever; you’re hot and feverish and panting, almost fucking bed ridden because of how bad it is. Having a mate who hasn’t claimed you is maddening, and you’re realising very quickly you don’t know how you’re going to survive more of this.  

Yoko couldn’t stay for long, opting to room with Divina for the week. You toss and turn and groan into the sheets, slamming your fists down against your mattress and feeling tears burn the back of your eyelids because you dreamt Marilyn kissed you, bit down on the space between your neck and shoulder and covered you in her scent.  

You can’t take it anymore.  

You get up, tossing on a sleep shirt and shorts hastily over your bralette and underwear. You blush, knowing this is pathetic and sad but maybe, just maybe, if you walk into her classroom it’ll help. Because the iris doesn’t do it anymore and you need something stronger, the submissive part of your werewolf brain is constantly just howling in need now.  

It’s almost midnight, and you hope with all of your heart her room is unlocked. 

When you make it to the conservatory, you try the handle and sigh in relief at it opening. You don’t have long to dwell on how pathetic you feel, because- 

The wave of calm that hits you takes your breath away. You stumble a little, catching yourself on a nearby desk and closing your eyes on a groan; you breathe in deep, the scent of Miss Thornhill overwhelms you, has your knees weak and heart beating from your chest. Fluttering your eyes open, you walk further in, to her desk and you bite your lip because her green coat is just there on her chair. 

You swallow thickly at how it all immediately has your chest yearning for her, when you reach out and grab the fabric you allow yourself a moment to feel guilty, and embarrassed, blushing the whole way down to your neck.  

Then you bring it up to your nose and inhale and- 

You whine, high pitched and like siren call.  

You shut your eyes immediately at everything of her flooding your senses. She smells earthy, like her plants and rain, but there is something underneath it that is so sweet; so distinct to the smell of a bonded mate. Marilyn’s is like liquorice, black liquorice, it’s heady and warm and makes you want to be good. The slick that gathers between your thighs is immediate, has you flushing with need and shifting on the spot.  

The switch is instant, and you realise fuck, oh god, maybe coming here wasn’t as smart as you thought.  

You drop into subspace like an anvil, scrunching up her coat in your fingers and closer against your nose and you collapse against her desk, leaning back against it. You’re shivering, you know, because your wolf is begging to be claimed, to be bred, to be looked after and held and marked by your mate. 

You don’t get a moment to calm it down before the conservatory doors open again.  

You startle, looking up, you lower the coat from your mouth and nose and have two seconds to register just who walked in.  

Marilyn shuts the door behind her, and you blush red across your cheeks caught like a deer in headlights when she turns.  

You have to hold yourself up on her desk with your free hand because now that she’s here you can’t- oh god you can’t breathe. And your body feels like it’s going to melt into the floor.  

The other woman jumps a little too, not expecting anyone as she places her hand to her chest and breathes out, shutting her eyes briefly.  

“God, you startled me, sweetie.” Marilyn chuckles slightly, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere. It’s awfully late, why are you-” 

But Miss Thornhill’s gaze immediately shifts to concern, because your eyes are watering at her just being near you. The other woman mistakes your flushed cheeks and shaking body for fear, and it’s almost instant how she parts her lips in worry and rushes to you.  

You gasp, widening your eyes and pressing closer to the desk. You bite your lip to stop the desperate whimper wanting to escape. She takes your biceps in her hands, squeezes softly, and Marilyn ducks her head slightly and her hazel eyes are saying talk to me, please, and you are powerless to whatever she wants from you in this state.  

“Oh, dear. Honey.” She begins carefully, and you swoon at how protective she sounds. Marilyn reaches up and tucks a stray piece of your hair behind your ear and it opens the floodgates, you swallow thickly and choke as you try and speak.  

She’s so close. Any closer and you’re going to fall to your knees. Marilyn then briefly fixes her glasses in a rare display of bashfulness. “I just, well. I got so worried when you didn’t show up for class. It’s very uncharacteristic of you. Are you...are you okay?” 

“I-” You part your lips to answer, voice cracking on your desperation. Marilyn notices your reaction, softening.  

“I just, I’m s-sorry, I came here looking for you because, I...” You flounder for an excuse, and it’s then Miss Thornhill notices her coat clutched against your stomach.  

You flush, following her gaze as she parts her lips in surprise.  

Miss Thornhill softens, laughing lightly as she fixes her glasses. “You came here to steal my jacket?”  

Marilyn teases, and it breaks the tension a little but all it does is make you feel mortified, so you duck your head and stutter, trying not to whimper as you shove her coat into her hands and move to leave.  

Miss Thornhill blinks in surprise to you at the action, you’ve never dismissed her so easily, and she frowns instantly in concern as she places her jacket on her desk.  

“Please, just-” You don’t know what you’re trying to say, she’s just so close and you need her.  

“I'm okay. I promise. I need to go, I-” Your voice cracks, because your heat is flaring at her proximity and how her protective concern is making it worse. You turn to leave, but her warm hand is taking you by the bicep and halting you softly. 

You whimper, tugging as tears spring to your eyes in your desperation. “Marilyn, please I-” 

“Sweetheart,” She starts, shaking her head softly in confusion.

“What’s wrong? Tell me. Let me help.” Marilyn pleads softly, and you sink, deeper and deeper into where you yearn to be.  

“You’re shaking.” The other woman breathes out, eyes so caring as she then pulls you closer and back to her; then she tips over the line between you and you fall. 

Because she brings you into a hug, and you gasp so hard when her arms wrap around you and you feel her chest press up against yours; and your nose is shoved into her neck, red hair spilling all around you.

Her scent is overwhelming, and you don’t have any strength left in you, none at all as you breathe in deep, circle your arms around her too, and moan softly into her skin. 

Your senses pick up how her breath hitches, how blood rushes to her cheeks at the sound. She pulls back, and you feel your stomach flip at how her hazel eyes have darkened. Her lips part, like she was weighing what to say.  

“Honey,” Marilyn starts, and there’s this tone in her voice you can’t say no to. It has your eyes flickering to her lips, desperate and doe eyed. “I need you to tell me what’s wrong, okay? Can you do that for me?” 

Yes, you think. Yes, I’ll do anything for you.  

Before you can think better of it, the words spring from your lips at her gentle, warning command.  

“M’in heat.” You slur, throat bobbing as you shyly look to her neck instead of her eyes because as much as your inner wolf wants to do what Marilyn says, you’re heating up in shame and embarrassment.  

Marilyn’s eyes narrow in confusion. “You’re in...?”  

Then, her expression eases into realisation. “Oh.” 

You shut your eyes briefly, reopening them and seeing her toss a questioning look to her coat on her desk. “But you were...with my...?”

You watch Miss Thornhill put the pieces together in her mind, how it slowly dawns on her and you almost start begging for her, because Marilyn softens into this sympathetic look, breathing out an “Oh, sweet girl.” that you swallow thickly at.  

Then her hand cups your cheek, and you deflate with need, nuzzle into her palm with a mewl. Your head goes foggy with arousal, your heat is flaring and flaring you’re drenched with slick at this point as you look up, and Marilyn’s eyes are so warm and dark and enraptured, for you.  

You have no idea how you got here, how this is real; but you aren’t questioning it, you aren’t running away from this, ever. 

“I’m sorry,” You say, voice cracking in places. “I know it shouldn’t be you but it is and I can’t-I couldn’t do anything about it.” You say.  

“I need you,” You whine out, desperate and a little pleading. “I need you and it hurts Mari, please. Please.” 

“God,” The other woman breathes out, and you can hear how fast her heart beat is, how her eyes dilate and how Marilyn’s scent changes all together. It’s so musky, sweet and alluring, you want to be covered in it.  

Her hand falls to your hips, thumbs riding up a little underneath your sleep shirt and you’re suddenly hyper aware how short your shorts are, because when she moves forwards you feel the material of her jumpsuit rub against your thighs, how the top buttons of her blouse are open baring warm, pale skin. You gasp softly as she traps you against her desk. 

“You’re in heat...for me?” She says, like she needed clarification, to know that if she kisses you how far it’ll go.  

And you almost buckle at how gravelly her voice has dipped. You nod, fingers white knuckling on the edge of her desk behind you.  

“You.” Is what you breathe out in confirmation, voice shaking. There’s no one else. You want to say. It’ll only ever be you.  

Miss Thornhill bites her bottom lip lightly, tilting her head, and your eyes zero in on the movement.  

“Do you need me to look after you, baby?” Marilyn asks, and fuck, it’s all degrading and soft and kind and you want her to always call you these names. You whine, almost breaking your neck with how fast you nod.  

“Yes, please. Please.” You beg, you’re way past caring how whiny you sound. Your brain is just flooded with breed me, I’m yours. Only yours. And you know she’s only human and that’s another cruel twist of fate for you, but you don’t care. It’ll be enough. She’s enough. 

As if reading your mind, Marilyn's fingers at your hips dip into the waistband of your shorts, playing with the hem as she sits patiently and waits for your consent. “What will help? Tell me how you need me, sweetie.” 

Your desperate eyes flick down to her lips.

“K-Kiss me,” You say, barely above a whisper, and before you can beg her and get on your knees just for her to touch you, Miss Thornhill softens, leaning close and taking your lips in hers.  

It’s fucking fireworks, something inside of you just, clicks into place. You immediately reach up, grabbing for a lifeline, fisting her red hair in your hands and she groans. Her tongue is inside your mouth before you can gasp, and she tastes exactly how she smells; that sweet earthy scent you gulp down.  

You deepen it, pulling her so close your hips knock and it's so hungry because you’re throbbing, you think you might die if she doesn’t fuck you right now.  

You buck, push your body closer, Marilyn’s breath is hitching and she’s making these soft noises that your werewolf preens at.  

You’re feverish and slick and you don’t even think when you grab for her hand at your hip, urging her beneath the waistband of your shorts with this desperate grunt, that turns into a mewl as Marilyn breaks the kiss and breathes against your lips.  

“Fuck,” You watch her throat bob, an unrestrained desire in her brown eyes with how you whine for her, force her inside you and- 

You buckle forwards, resting your forehead on her shoulder as you gasp, shut your eyes in pure euphoria as she enters you with two fingers, slipping so easily inside your slick that the sensation makes Marilyn gasp.  

You clutch to her shoulders, moaning into her neck, and the constant anxiety from your heat is melting away in your mates' arms, you feel so right and full and you need more, you know she can’t knot you but the thought is enough to make you sink on her fingers harder, making Miss Thornhill whimper. 

“J-Jesus, baby,” She moans, high pitched as she curls her fingers inside you, forearm straining with the effort.  

“You’re so wet. This is all for me?” She asks, in awe, like she couldn’t believe you’re real. 

When you look up, you nod, panting as you ride her. As the desk keeps squeaking with her thrusts. As you gulp down her scent mixing with yours and then you pick up on the thick, overwhelming scent of her arousal and your entire body shakes.  

You hold to her forearm, just to feel the muscles flexing with her effort, and it makes you soak her fingers even more when you feel the definition under your fingers from where her sleeves are rolled up.  

Then she’s gently urging you harder against the desk, enough that you hop up onto the edge so she can slot between your spread legs. The new angle has you gasping, eyes watering in arousal.  

“Mari,” You whine out, slurred and hazy. Marilyn is enamoured by you, not slowing down her thrusts as you near your peak; her thumb rubs deep and hard at your hardened clit, enough for you to see stars but you can’t come. You don’t have your dominant’s permission. You can’t until she marks you until she scents you in her own way.  

She kisses you again, making you chase her lips when she pulls back to speak.  

“Oh, sweetheart,” She moans. “What do you need? I’m here. Tell me.” Marilyn says, as desperate as you are for you to come.  

Her lips part, eyes suddenly vulnerable as she fucks you. “This...this is new for me too.” She admits, and you whimper lightly as you cup her cheek and buck against her fingers. “Is this enough? Do you need more, baby? Is that it?” 

You nod, hard and fast, it makes her soften as you gasp out. “M-More. Deeper too, please.” 

Then, Marilyn’s adding a third finger and your eyes roll to the back of your head.  

The guttural moan that leaves you shocks you, has Miss Thornhill whimpering against your ear. You fall forwards again, needing to rub to her neck and scent her skin. You slur into her neck that ‘More, s’good, feels, fuck-” and Marilyn’s heart beat is loud beneath her neck.  

You’re so close, you’re so close but you know you’re missing that one thing you need. Pulling back, doe eyed and needy, you shyly pant against her lips.  

“Mari. Mari. N-Need you to-” Your breath hitches, because Marilyn curls impossibly deeper and has you seeing white.  

“I need you to mark me.” You rush out, breathless and dripping down her fingers as you swallow thickly and wait for her reply.  

Marilyn opens her mouth in shock, eyes blinking back to you beneath her glasses. You whine, because she’s slowed down at your words and she’s blushing and you’re so, so in love with her.  

“Darling, but-” She shakes her head softly, sending you a tender, searching look. “I thought that was for- but I’m not your...” 

Mate. 

You bite your lip, shuffling closer and grinding against her fingers almost to make a point and Marilyn shuts her eyes on a tiny moan when you kiss her again, breathe against her mouth that- 

“You are.” You say, and the truth of that statement has this needy noise leave your lips. “You are and I-” You swallow, watch Marilyn’s hazel eyes shine back to you in both shock, love, and adoration.  

“I need you to mark me. Make me come. Make me yours.” You plead, and the other woman is kissing you again with a fever that you gasp at.  

Her soft, deep thrusts start again and her lips trail from your mouth to your neck and you bare it to her on instinct, tendon tight against the skin of your neck and you feel Marilyn softly, tenderly, kiss down the area to where she pulls the neckline of your shirt away, exposing your collarbone as she fucks you against her desk and you suddenly want to cry at the display.  

And then- 

Marilyn’s teeth sink into your skin, at the area where your shoulder meets your neck. Her canines bite down on the muscle and you moan so deep it turns into a sob. You clutch to her back, her claim so sudden and raw and overwhelming that your heart thuds, hard and fast in your chest for her. You don’t know if she knows how much this is for you, how sacred it is for a werewolf. 

You suddenly want even more of her, an impossible amount, you want her knot or her fingers in your mouth or her strap. 

“Oh, god-” You moan out, tears springing to your eyes at the pleasure and the pain and the feeling flooding you. You feel Miss Thornhill pull back in worry, stuttering in concern, like she hurt you.  

“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry. Was that-?” 

“No!” You rush out to say, desperate to have her teeth back where she was.  

“A-Again,” You shyly say, watching Marilyn’s eyes darken and her lips part in surprise. “Want it again, please, don’t stop. It’s so good. Feels-” 

Marilyn groans, thigh meeting the thrusts of her hands to fuck you harder and you rock faster against the sensation, choking on a high-pitched whimper. Her tone drops, head tilted as she takes the sight of you in, like she was devouring you.  

“Feels what, puppy?” She says innocently, and that word makes you sink, speechless as the subspace takes you over.  

“Oh,” Marilyn softens, degrading and gentle all the same. Her eyes glint back to you, gloating in this new found reaction. “You like it when I call you puppy, sweet girl?” She mocks. 

You start to sob, so close to coming it’s hurting. You nod, biting your lip and feeling her hit so deep it takes the breath from your lungs. Marilyn presses ever closer, kissing you and tasting your tongue and biting hard to your bottom lip. 

“Come for me, puppy.” She moans, breathless at the sight of you. “Come all over my fingers, now honey.” Marilyn demands. “Come for me like the good girl you are.” 

It crashes into you, gushing onto her fingers as your orgasm takes over. The slick dripping down your thighs and her fingers is thick and heady, you moan and mewl into her neck, feel your walls clench around her and your claiming bite burns and throbs. 

She tenderly helps you ride it out, hushing you sweetly as you pant into her neck and nuzzle into her sweat slicked skin. You clutch her so close, nose the area, bathing in her scent and smiling so wide at the feeling and fuck, before you realise it your throat rumbles on a purr.  

You’re purring. 

You blush, hoping she didn’t notice, and relax in relief when Marilyn simply kisses the side of your head, down to your cheek, and your lips and jawline. Her thrusts slow down, pulling out and making your breath hitch.  

“You okay?” She gently murmurs, making you pull back and soften.  

You nod, breathing out, lovestruck and dizzy as you smile shyly, huff on a laugh. “Y-Yeah. More than okay. Perfect.” 

Marilyn’s eyes warm, lips quirking up on this tender smile aimed at you and suddenly you want to make her feel good, that part of you made only for the other woman yearns for it. You shift on her desk at the instant need, and Marilyn takes that as a sign that you want her fingers taken out.  

She furrows her brows, softly apologises, slowly pulling out and you whimper at not feeling filled by her anymore. Then you glance down and see her fingers coated in your slick, your heat, and your throat croaks on a whine as you look to them needily.  

Marilyn tilts her head at your reaction, blushing when she realises what you want.  

“Fuck, you want my fingers, sweetie?” She asks, voice husky and dipped in arousal. You nod, not even thinking twice as you obediently open your mouth for her fingers coated in your cum, eyes looking up to her beneath your wet eyelashes.  

Your doe eyed look has the other woman’s heart beat pick up, and as Miss Thornhill rests two of her fingers at your bottom lip, pulling it down gently, her eyes are an inky blackness. Your tongue darts out to taste yourself, eyes closing on a groan as you lean forwards and take them fully in your mouth.  

You wrap your lips around her digits, sucking and moaning in ecstasy and it has you throbbing again when you open your eyes, see the effect of you deep throating Marilyn’s fingers has on her. She starts to pump softly, completely and utterly enraptured by you and when you choke lightly, eyes watering, it breaks something inside of you.  

You let go of her fingers with a moan and hop down from the desk, flipping your bodies as Marilyn gasps and blinks in surprise to you. She steadies herself on the edge of it, palms clenching the wood between her fingers. 

“Darling girl, what are y-” 

Then you sink to your knees and Marilyn parts her lips, breath hitching at the sight. You look up to her, leaning back on your haunches and biting your lip in need. You can’t even wait for permission, just immediately unbuckling her belt around the jumpsuit and reaching up to her hips.  

Marilyn moans softly at the sight, lets you unbutton it down, down, until she shrugs out of the top half and it’s pooling at her mid-thigh; and her chest is heaving against the restraints of her black bra.   The plane of her stomach rises and falls with her breaths, the soft skin of her lightly defined abs is so alluring, you want to lick and bite and suck at the swell of her ribcage.  

She shyly fixes her glasses and shifts on the spot, hand coming down to run through your hair softly and you suddenly want to make her feel as loved as you do.  

The smell of her arousal has you whimpering, has you just losing all sense of control as you press forwards, pulling down the waistband of her underwear that are soaked; tongue darting out to taste her as Marilyn gasps. The other woman chokes on this moan, fist tightening in your hair making you mewl into her as she rides your face.  

You suck her clit, moan when she startles at the sensation and bucks harder into you and your hands come to her thighs, holding her in place against your mouth and tongue.  

“Oh my god,” Miss Thornhill pants out, when you chance a look at her, eye lids fluttering open briefly, you see the defined angle of her jawline as she tilts her head back and her throat bobs. 

“Baby, you-” Her words break off into a needy whine, head tilting back down as she watches you go down on her. “There, right there, don’t stop. That’s it. Jesus, such a good girl.” 

The praise has you preening, a little dumbed down and blushing as you work your mouth harder against her. Here, you think of wanting her strap, and almost come at the thought of sucking the length and taking her like this – you wonder if she’d come at the sight of your lips wrapped around her cock. 

Marilyn tastes so good, you want to always be drenched in this, down to your chin and neck, like you are now.  

Then, her hand in your hair tugs, fisting, and she suddenly comes against your mouth with a breathless gasp, your name on her lips moaned over and over.  

You swallow her, moaning at the taste, and you pull back when she urges you to with her hand in your hair. You obediently sit back, still kneeling, looking up to your mate with starry eyes and her come on your lips and Marilyn’s chest rises and falls; like she realises just exactly what you both have started.  

Then she pulls you up to her, a little desperately, and kisses you; her warm tongue is in your mouth and both of your arousals mingle together in the kiss.  

It tastes like ambrosia, like honey, something you’ve been needing, searching for, your whole fucking life.  

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[camilaxmartin]

heart-throb

request: Maybe thornhill falling for someone that lives in Jericho

navigation // request // me and find the rest!

summary: marilyn starts to feel like a teenager in love when a special girl takes her order at the cafe.

warnings: none!

note: i loved this one soo much! it’s just all cutie and fluffy

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whole nevermore was coming to jericho today, for the special day. marilyn haven’t plan anything in particular for this day, besides going to the town, of course. her and principal weems, gave all the details about todays event and left all the kids on their own. the redhead smiled to the last kid giving them a little wave and headed to the caffe for a little snack.

when she came in nothing has changed maybe besides two kids from school standing behind the bar. she smiled to herself and walk up, standing in line to order her food. when it was finally her turn xavier excused himself and run out of the cafeteria like he was on fire. marilyn looked weirdly at his disappearing silhouette and turned back around to the bar suddenly facing the person standing in-front of her. her eyes widened a bit seeing the person right before her.

“hello miss, what i can get for you?” the girl asked breaking a phase marilyn was in. she smiled shyly little wrinkles appearing at the end of her eyes.

“a latte and a slice of this cake, please.” she answered pointing to the cake behind a glass.

“great! it’ll up in a minute.” the girl said and moved back so she could prepare marilyn’s coffee.

the redhead walked away from the bar and sat in one of the puffy seats situated next to the huge window. she put her hands on the table and stared into the air without even realising it. her fingers started to fidget with each other also doing it without marilyn’s permission. she would probably sit like that forever if the girl wouldn’t break her out of it once again.

“here’s your coffee ma’am and a slice of our best chocolate cake.” she said slowly putting down the stuff marilyn ordered. she looked up at the girl and took away her hands so it was easier for the beauty to put down her order. the girl smiled at her gesture and thornhill felt her face heat up. was it really happening right now? was she blushing because a random girl, pretty girl, smiled at her? she was acting like a teenager. marilyn cleared her throat and it didn’t go unnoticed by the girl next to her. everything was on the table now and the beauty was still standing next to her. marilyn’s eyes were on the cake and she couldn’t make herself look up again, feeling a pair of eyes being directed at her.

“thank you, so much.” she said her voice softer than she planned. the girl still stood next to her now with her hands on her hips.

“no problem ma’am.” she responded and thornhill finally looked up. the girl was smiling to her and she uncontrollably smiled back. “if you’d need anything else, call for me and i’ll be happy to bring it.” she added and marilyn bit her lower lip nodding her head in understanding. the girl walked away and stood behind the bar again taking orders from other people.

marilyn grabbed her fork and separated a small piece of the cake directing it straight into her mouth. her other hand grabbed the cup by its ear and hold it still for a moment. her thoughts were louder than normal and she felt anxious because of it. like she was sitting on a balloon that can pop anytime now. the image of the girl that brought her order flood to her mind again. she looked into her direction and saw her smiling wildly, her face redden up again. she couldn’t believe it was actually happening to her. she wasn’t twelve anymore why couldn’t she just let go of it and act like nothing was bothering her? her thoughts interrupted a sound coming from the bar, she looked over and saw the beauty laughing at something the guy she was currently talking with just said. marilyn bit down harder on the another piece of cake she just pushed into her mouth. was she seriously getting jealous now? she let out a deep breath rolling her eyes at her impossible behaviour. even though she was trying so hard to concentrate her attention on something else she just couldn’t get the girl out of her head. marilyn knew herself well, she always tried to keep a good relationship with the things she was feeling but this time she couldn’t completely understand why this random girl got all her attention. she ate the last piece of her cake and brought the cup to her lips, tasting the bitter liquid. her face scrunched immediately and she put the cup down. her impulsive thoughts almost immediately won and she decided to call for that girl to bring her sugar but a second before words were meant to leave her mouth she remembered she doesn’t even know her name. her cheeks reddened slightly once again and she just looked at the girl working behind the bar hoping she would notice her stare and approach her.

to her huge surprise the beauty found her stare almost immediately and headed to her in no more than a second. wait, was it possible she was looking at marilyn too? before the redhead could even think more about it, the girl was standing next to her table smiling down at her. thornhill looked up a smile also present on her lips.

“you need something?” the girl asked as she didn’t walk here just because she in fact, needed something.

“actually, yes.” marilyn smiled even wider when the words left her mouth. “would you bring me some sugar? i just can’t stand a coffee this bitter.” she said and rumbled a bit. the girl nodded her head and walk away once again only to come back with a cup of sugar and a little spoon in it.

“here you go, ma’am.” she said placing it in front of marilyn. the girl took the empty plate leaving thornhill only with her coffee. “hope you enjoyed it.” she said and winked at her. marilyn felt her face heat up again and she cursed herself inside.

“it was lovely. as everything in here.” she said her voice going a little higher at the end of her sentence. the beauty smiled to her and walk back to the bar again. marilyn sighed deeply and took the spoon to sweeten her coffee.

minutes passed by and she was now sipping on her coffee with a blank stare right outside the window. she wasn’t looking at anything in particular but it let her get lost in her own thoughts. she thought about the wink that girl sent her and if there could be possibly something behind it. of course not, it was just a stupid gesture. she scolded herself but the thought wouldn’t leave her alone. she felt this weird feeling in her stomach realising she was getting even more anxious now. she put one of her hands on her belly trying to calm herself down from the outside. she put down the cup and started to rub her brows thinking about her reactions to anything the girl had done. she then rubbed her eye and let out another big sigh. she didn’t even know if the girl wasn’t straight. skipping the fact she wouldn’t probably take any interest in a woman older than her like half her life. she grabbed the cup once again and took another sip of it trying to (if she could) drown herself.

after another few minutes of hard thinking she came up to the conclusion. she was going to bring her coffee to the bar, hoping for the girl to notice her and start a conversation. then, she would somehow taste the waters and maybe ask her out if she turns out to be not straight. the thought of the girl not being interested was at the back of marilyn’s head but she tried her hardest to silence it.

taking the last sip of her coffee, she put down the cup and stand up. a pair of eyes already looking at her but she didn’t notice them because of being so stressed. she came up to the bar placing down the cup and finally looking up. she noticed the girl standing in front of her looking at her with a sly smile. marilyn smiled back trying not to blush at the smallest thing. the girl took the cup from her hands, before she could fully place it down, their hands touching. thornhill’s eyes widened a bit and she took away her hands as fast as she could. the girl let out a little chuckle but she turned around quickly to place the dirty cup in the sink. she turned back again and marilyn was still standing in her place.

“can i get something else for you?” the girl asked her voice making marilyn’s face heat up again. literally, what was happening to her.

“no, thank you.” she responded making eye contact with the girl standing before her. she smiled to the redhead noticing her nervous state.

“y/n” the girl said and marilyn titled her head a bit. “i’m y/n. i don’t think i’ve told you my name.” she repeated placing one of her hands on the countertop, leaning against it a bit.

“marilyn. marilyn thornhill.” she said, still looking into the girl’s eyes. y/n smiled at her even wider.

“you teach at nevermore right?” she asked and marilyn felt her mouth going dry. was y/n going to reject her even because of her work?

“yeah, i do. i’m a normie though.” she said running a hand through her hair. y/n raised her eyebrows being visibly surprised.

“oh, i thought you’d be some sort of a super cool creature.” she smiled and thornhill internally slapped herself in the face. “but if you’re a normal human, then i guess it’ll be easier to impress you.” y/n added and marilyn blinked at her words. the girl let out a laugh at the other woman’s reaction.

“impress me? why would you want to do that?” she asked confused not even considering the fact that this girl can be as much into her as she is into her.

“so i could possibly take you out one day?” y/n explained letting out a little chuckle at the end of her sentence. marilyn’s face got red again but not because of the girl in front of her, but because of her stupidity.

“you won’t even have to try for it.” she responded also laughing feeling a lot less stressed now. “in fact i was debating on the way of asking you out.” she said and the girl’s smile turned into a smirk.

“glad we’re on the same page.” she said and looked around looking for something. marilyn nodded at her but the girl was already at the other side of the bar grabbing a white paper and a pen. she came back and wrote something down almost immediately handing it to marilyn. “here’s my number. you can call me and we will figure something out.” she said and winked to her. thornhill grabbed the paper, their hands touching again, and read the number with a little heart the girl left for her. she then folded it and put inside the pocket of her jacket.

“i definitely will.” marilyn said and the girl winked at her once again. she adjusted her glasses and the two of them were standing in total silence for a moment.

“i’m sorry, i would love to stare into your beautiful eyes all day but i have to take care of the bar. your kids aren’t as helpful as i thought they’d be.” y/n exclaimed taking both of them out of the little trans they were in. marilyn felt her cheeks red up and she smiled to the girl.

“of course! i have to go back anyway.” she said and nodded her head. she then turned around walking to the door. being at the entrance she turned her head once again noticing y/n taking order from another person. she smiled to herself. she wanted to leave but suddenly made eye contact with the girl who was looking at her with a small smirk drawn on her face. she winked again and this time marilyn actually turned around and left the cafeteria.

walking to the benches all the kids were supposed to be at she put one of her hands into her pocket grabbing the paper and squeezing it slightly. she smiled to herself and now she understood why this girl wouldn’t leave her mind. she was special. they both were dragging to each other from the very first minute she stepped into the cafeteria today. she finally reached the benches and sat at one of them looking at the cafe once again. a sparkle appeared in her eyes. that girl was going to be hers now. she was going to be in jericho more often than she thought.

[pinkcannibal]

First of all, I absolutely LOVE the way you write Marilyn. I just can't get enough of it, you're amazing at writing her! Love the lovingly sweet yet manipulative domme-ness of it all...

Would you be willing to write a teacher x teacher fic, with lots of dumbification and mental domination? Reader's had a long and exhausting day so she comes home and Marilyn wants to give her girlfriend she loves so much a chance to relax... By completely dumbing her down and making her feel good. Just cooing in Reader's ear things like "shhh, baby, I'll do all the thinking tonight~" while she overstimulates her into a spacey and docile mess? ...I have no shame I really want to read this LMAO

thank you so much! so glad you enjoy how i write her thats so cool to hear :')

title: say yes to heaven

pairings: marilyn thornhill x reader, marilyn thornhill x teacher!reader

tw/warnings: mental manipulation, extreme dumbification/degredation, overstimulation, smut, fluff, top!marilyn thornhill, bottom!femreader, subspace, strap on usage, praise!kink, mommy!kink 

word count: 2,203

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You’re so tired you barely make it over the threshold of Marilyn’s dorm, body spent and exhausted as you lean back against the door and toe your shoes off. You sigh heavily, already feeling calmer and more content as you notice Marilyn’s in the kitchen just about to start cooking; there’s something soft playing on her record player that you can’t quite place in your hazy mind, but it makes you soften, smile for the first time that day.  

You’re trying to juggle the exam papers you’ve bought back to mark in one hand, and attempting to shrug off your coat with the other, because you want to just fall into Marilyn’s arms and bury into her neck and forget all about your responsibilities.  

But your jacket is stuck on your shoulder and papers are falling out of your hands, tears prick your vision because you’re just so over nothing being easy and just knowing you can’t even relax with Marilyn tonight because of all the essays you need to mark, has you wanting to cry. You make this frustrated nose, squeezing your eyes shut trying not to cry.

“Oh, dear,” You hear, and look up as Marilyn hurries over. And is it a little pathetic your lower lip wobbles when she makes it to you?

“Here,” She hums, chuckling lightly at your fumbling as the other woman immediately takes your coat off for you, placing the papers by the side bench and fixing her glasses. She leans in, greeting you with the softest kiss that you melt into. 

And the simple act has you speechless, trying to blink the familiar fog that’s starting to overtake your mind as you bite your lip. “Thanks, Mari.”  

You don’t mean for the words to crack in your voice, or to sound so needy, but Marilyn picks up on it instantly, softening in worry and cupping your cheek. Your chest clenches, needing her in a way that makes you breathless. 

“Baby,” She breathes out, and her concerned little furrow of her brows makes you want to plummet into that space.

“What’s wrong?” She tilts her head, ducking a little to catch your eyes that zero into on her lips. “Hard day?” 

You nod your head, humming out this tiny, affirmative noise as you sink into her affection. You lean forwards, surprising Miss Thornhill slightly as you wrap your arms around her neck and cling to her. But she sinks into it immediately, just rubbing up and down your back so lovingly that this tiny uncontrollable whimper leaves your lips. Your heart is beating so hard, yearning for her caring touch and her saccharine sweet words, but you don’t know how to ask for that side of her, how to say: think for me, look after me, fuck into me until I forget about my day entirely.  

But Marilyn’s always, always been good at knowing what you want, what you need; and you shiver when her hands make it to your hips and press lightly into your pressure point, a little possessive and intentional.  

When she leans back, her hazel eyes are a little dark, and your breath hitches when she holds to your chin in two fingers and pouts mockingly.

“You’ve had such a tiring day, haven’t you, sweet girl?” 

Oh god. Your throat bobs on a whine, nodding and blushing as her words sink into the small of your belly. You already feel so docile, knees weakening as she leans in and kisses you.  

She deepens it, hand coming up to hold you in place at your cheek and Marilyn’s tongue is so warm and wet inside your mouth and you moan at the feeling, desperately try and hold tighter to her and buck into her touch. Miss Thornhill notices, chuckling against your mouth as she pulls back a little, delighting in how you chase her, how your eyes shine back up to her with need.  

“Gosh, darling girl, already so desperate and needy for me.” She coos, a little mocking and so condescending, and you blush so quick and hot that Marilyn bites her lip on a smile, revelling in how instantly dumb and wrapped around her finger you are.  

Her thumb rubs gently at your lower lip, and you want to take it in your mouth and suck.  

“Can you tell Mommy what you need?” Marilyn says, “Or is my baby too dumb to think for herself?” And it feels like glitter settles in your belly, fireworks under your skin; you feel your throat tighten, arousal gushing to your centre at her words as your eye lids flutter shut briefly and you squirm.  

You make this needy little noise in the back of your throat, scrunching up the fabric of her jumpsuit in your hands as you try and find the words through the fog she pulls you under. “I-I can tell you. M’smart. I’m your smart girl.”  

And you know your words are useless, but Marilyn loves it when you try and fight back against her words, her influence, how she manipulates you into a headspace so addicting you’d never truly fight back.  

“Oh, honey,” She breathes out, looking to you with a faux sympathetic furrow of her brow. “You are my smart girl.” She praises, and you blush down to your chest.  

“But I don’t think you can, sweetie,” She starts, kissing you again and making your spine tingle, your lips go numb, as she pulls back and trails her hands to the hem of your jeans; tugging and playing enough that you whine. 

“I think,” She continues, hazel eyes so dark and inviting that you swallow thickly. “That you need me to fuck you dumb, don’t you? Until the only thing in your pretty little head is how good for Mommy you’re being.”  

And you want to sob and cry and beg her on your knees for it, eyes watering in your desperation. But so embarrassed by your need, you burrow into her neck, nod shyly into her skin and flush, feel her chuckle warmly at your reaction. 

She urges you from her neck gently, once again commanding and controlling you so easily as she puts her finger under your chin and directs your gaze to her. She’s looking at you so tenderly, but with a hunger so raw your stomach flips and you sink further and further down.  

“I need you,” You whimper out, throat hitching as her eyes soften at your hazy expression. “Need you so bad.” And suddenly you’re pleading because you need Miss Thornhill to take away every thought you’ve ever had, to only think of her. Your hands tug at her belt loops, pathetic and small.

“Please, please. I want you inside me, mommy.” You beg, and Marilyn’s eyes dilate in arousal.  

“God, darling-” She groans out. 

Then you’re surging forwards and kissing her again, and you moan because Marilyn gasps, and it turns into this low growl that you feel in your lower belly; so suddenly you reach up, fist her red hair in your hands and buck into her.  

Then Marilyn’s guiding you to her bed, pushing you gently down and spreading your legs, crawling between them, and the way she unbuttons your pants and glides the zipper down has you whimpering, because she’s just as eager as you. To make you feel good, look after you, make you feel special; then she’s dipping her fingers past the waistband of your underwear and you moan, high pitched and needy as she groans at how wet and slick you are to the touch.  

She circles your clit, and your back arches slightly off the bed as you gasp, biting your lip as you try and chase her touch.  

“Fuck, baby,” Marilyn breathes out reverently, leaning up over you with her hand behind your head and eyes dripping in love and want for you.

“You’re soaked. So wet and ready for me. Do you need my fingers, honey?” She asks, condescending and warm, knowing you’re too far gone to answer. “Or does my sweet girl want my cock?” 

The moan that rips from you is heady, a desperate sound that comes from the part of you that solely revolves around Marilyn. But you nod, hips bucking as you mewl “Oh god, please-” with your doe eyes shining back up to her. And Marilyn’s throat bobs in desire at your tone, how blissed out you look below her.  

Then suddenly, she’s unbuttoning her clothes, shrugging out of her jumpsuit and leaning to her bed side table and grabbing what you pleaded for. She bites her lip, kneels between your legs, slipping into the harness and strap and your brain plummets, tightening your thighs together at the sight of her above you and almost panting for her.  

The way her stomach flexes, her chest heaves in her black bra, how she’s looking to you in so much arousal and love you drop even heavier. 

Then she’s leaning over you, one hand gripping her length and running it through your soaked folds, and your eye’s roll into the back of your head, hips bucking for more as you whine. You feel like there’s cotton candy in your mouth, too dumb and desperate to voice how much you want her.  

But Marilyn hushes you, kissing you as a distraction as your mind goes blank. You kiss back, a little like you were kissing drunk, sloppy and wet and dizzy.  

“Shh, baby, I’ll do all the thinking tonight.” She murmurs against your lips, making you blink back up to her; eyes so clouded over in this space.  

And in one, gentle and smooth thrust, she bottoms out inside of you and you melt – you gasp at feeling how full you are, moan when Marilyn hikes up your thigh against her hip tighter. She groans at how you take her, breath hitching at the sight of you underneath her and already so fucked out. She starts this slow, deep pace that has you clutching to her biceps, whimpering at how she lets these soft praises out against your ear; how Marilyn leaves love bites up and down the tendon in your neck and moans above you.  

“That’s it, darling,” She breathes out, making you buck up into her, force her deeper inside of you and beg for it with your body.  

“Don’t think about anything else,” The other woman coos, making you moan into her collarbone and gush onto her strap. You can hear how wet you are. “Just think about how good I feel, and how deep you take me like the good girl you are.” 

The words have you rocking harder against her, desperate for your high. You can’t speak at how degrading she sounds, how when you lean back from her neck she kisses you, bites down onto your lip, and you make this pathetic little sound that Marilyn knows all too well. 

Miss Thornhill moans hearing it, seeing how glazed over your eyes are. Please, you think. Wanna come, mommy. Wanna come so bad.  

The words must reflect on your face, in your eyes, because Marilyn immediately picks up her thrusts and curls deeper, gasping as you mewl into the air between you and clench around her cock. 

“Good girl,” She moans, and you feel yourself climb higher and higher, so close to coming at the praise that you reach out and curl your hands into the hair at the base of Marilyn’s neck, making her gasp at the feeling.  

“Oh, god. That's it. Come for me.” She says, a little desperate as your eyes open and your throat bobs on a whimper. “Not gonna stop until you're coming all over me, baby girl.” 

And it feels like sparklers behind your eyes, so sudden it crashes over you and you’re soaking Marilyn and the sheets, moaning so loudly the other woman has to kiss you to cover the sound. You feel blissed out, head empty with nothing but the feeling of her inside you and her voice and her touch; you try and kiss back, but it’s still so pathetic and sloppy as you ride it out.  

Your hips stutter against Marilyn inside of you, and she hushes you gently from your high.  

But, oh god, she doesn’t slow down and help you ride out your orgasm, because Marilyn’s fingers find your clit and rub deep and slow, and you’re powerless to how you whine and shift at the attention.  

“M-Mari,” You gasp, eye lids fluttering shut as you feel yourself start up again.  

“It’s okay, darling.” She says gently, breathless at the feeling of how you clenched around her. And she sounds so coercive and warm and sweet, and you want to do everything she says.

“Just one more for me, can you do that baby? Come one more time for Mommy?” 

You arch your back, whimper, nod your head like a good girl and mewl into her mouth as Marilyn kisses you, humming another Good girl against your mouth that has you putty in her hands. You come again, and again, until the overstimulation has you sobbing as your orgasm takes over your brain, and until Marilyn is all you can think about. 

Until the day bleeds into nothing, and your entire being revolves around her.