My Dearest Evelyn,

My Dearest Evelyn,

tw: female reader, dub-con to con, degradation

I am thinking about a bitchy, pretty mean girl who drunkenly corners you at a party and drags you to her room. She throws you to the bed and resumes smoking her cigarette - watching your feral movements with the corner of her eye. You make a run for it, and she simply hisses, mildly annoyed at the fact that she has to let go of her cigarette and deal with your little tantrum.

"You're not going anywhere, nerd." Her thin eyebrows narrow, eyes full of boredom and just a bit of a sparkle. You ignore her words and head for the door, but you're quickly pushed against the nearest wall. "I told you to stay here, loser. I am not going to repeat myself." The blondie whispers against your throat and you freeze, surprised at her display of strength - turns out cheerleaders are pretty damn strong when they want to be.

She then sleazily shoves her tiny hand up your bra, roughly groping your tits. You hold back a moan - you can't let her know you're enjoying this. After all she did make your first year of college a living hell.

"Open your mouth." Jess orders, growing more and more agitated at your protests - but you just clench your teeth. "Don't wanna." You mumble, just slightly bratty - but you can't deny the way your thighs start shaking under her hungry, lustful gaze. You've never felt so desired before.

"Oh, I know what you want, you little bitch." The cheerleader smirks with that nasty little grin she has on when she's scheming how to ruin some poor wimp's life. "You want to fight and squirm, and eventually lose yourself underneath me." She moans in your ear, and it's the most pornographic sound you've ever heard - so your cheeks heat up. "Because that's all you are, right?" Her fingers find your slit and start rubbing tight little circles around your swollen clit. "Just a slutty little toy I can fuck whenever I want." She bites your neck, making you arch your back involuntarily. "It's all little nerds like you are good for."

You close your eyes, breathing through the intense, red - hot pleasure. Fuck. You can't keep letting her treat you like this, but when she puts her hands on you, it becomes a losing battle. You arch your back, pushing your body against her.

"Now be a good girl and open up for me." With a low whisper she shoves her tongue in your mouth, and just like that you fall apart, undone.

Omg can we get one for yae where she finds out her s/o can squirt??

yae miko finding out you can squirt

nsfw . mdni . (sub) female reader (afab, she/her usage)

mirror sex, squirting, fingering, overstimulation, dacryphilia

squirting is one of my fav concepts ty anon 👍 good tastes !

she’s pristine, proper, and most importantly polished.

she isn’t messy, and that extends to sex, as well. she’ll cup her hand under you when you cum from her fingers; she’ll place towels on the bed so it’s an easy clean up; she’ll finger you rather safely—nothing too messy in which she cannot clean.

yae takes pride in looking so seductive and perfect—fair skin, polished nails, smooth fingers. she likes watching as your cum stretches and ropes between her fingers, sure, but that was normally where she would stop for the night and tease you.

so one night in particular, she was in a rather needy mood; you were seated on her lap, your bareback pressed right against her clothed chest. in front of you was a full body mirror, where you were forced to watch her fingering you so roughly even after you came multiple times. something about the slick of your cum coating her fingers—your juices spilling in and out of you according to her movements—suddenly felt so addicting to her. and something about the way you were squirming so much.

maybe it was the added factor that she could see everything in your reflections; or perhaps it was because your cunt looked so pretty taking in her cum-soaked fingers.

“miko…” you began to whine. “‘s too much now…” and yet her fingers still kept sliding in and out at an unrelenting pace. “please… can’t hold it…”

“what’s that, darl’?” she hummed against your neck, practically driving your senses wild. “gonna cum again?”

“n-no,” you squirmed, you body practically trying to reject her fingers—which only went faster at the sound of your whines. “please… ‘m gonna—”

miko froze as you began crying out, and when you squirted on her fingers. it was such a mess—spilling all over her hand, to the floors, and her feet. the reflections in the mirror displayed your juices dripping out of your wriggling body; so messy, and yet somehow so pretty.

without a second thought, miko’s fingers were back inside you, and she hoisted up your body to put your pussy more on display in front of her mirror. you practically cried as her fingers plunged into your drenched cunt at an ungodly fast pace this time—and you couldn’t keep up as she finger fucked the rest of your squirt out of you. your juices shot out against her fingers, and she licked her lips as some of it hit the glass of the mirror.

in no time, she pinned you down back on her lap, kissing the cute little tears streaming down your face from overstimulation. her fingers just kept pounding in and out as she stared intently at the mirror, hoping to get another one out of you.

messy, but she learned to love it.

Evelyn Hugo was bisexual and spend the majority of her life madly in love with her fellow actress Celia St. James.

- The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo.

Joan: Celia?

Celia: *sigh* Evelyn used to call me Celia.

Joan: Because it’s your fucking name.

"I was a famous woman kissing a famous woman in the house of the biggest studio head in Hollywood, surrounded by producers and stars and probably a good dozen people who ratted to Sub Rosa magazine.

But all I cared about in that moment was that her lips were soft. Her skin was without any roughness whatsoever. All I cared about was that she kissed me back, that she took her hand off the doorknob and, instead, put it on my waist."

-The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid