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coryosbaby · 4 months

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18+, MDNI !! Oliver Quick x reader x Michael Gavey

♡ Bimbo! Reader letting Oliver and Michael take turns on her

♡ Like ughh. It starts out at a party where the both of them are sulking in a corner. Two losers with no friends and slightly obsessive personalities trying to socialize? No way, no way

♡ Until you come along, all pretty and pink, tits out and underwear peeking out of your skirt. And they’re both drooling as they see you, embarrassed to look at each other because of the obvious hard ons they have

♡ And you’re a little airheaded, but you aren’t dumb, per se— you got into Oxford, for christs sake! — so you notice their wavering glances

♡ Introducing yourself to them, asking if you can sit down. The both of them parting like the red fucking sea to let you take a seat between them on some random frat boy’s stained couch. Your bubbly personality enticing the both of them as you tell them your name and about how you had seen them both around

♡ Going on a rant about how you and them are similar — you have companions, but they aren’t close ones, and you came to this party alone. Besides a few frat boys (with ill intentions), no one really wants to be your friend. Call it stuck up rich kid attitude, or whatever

♡ And they nod along, palming their bulges in their jeans like fucking pervs. Nasty, icky boys

♡ You don’t notice until a few minutes in, and looking down at each side of your thighs and into their laps, you let out a sweet little giggle

♡ Teasing the fuck out of them, all while they’re completely flustered as hell and stuttering out apologies. But you just shrug them off, tell them it’s okay

♡“If you want.. I can help? I’m good with my mouth and… other stuff. At least, that’s what my ex boyfriends said! We can go in a room upstairs, ‘m sure the guy who owns this house won’t mind.”

♡(It’s Felix’s house. He does mind, thank you very much, and is sickened by the sight he sees in his bedroom the next morning)

♡ Oliver and Michael are at loss for words at such a simple offer. Awkwardly nodding their heads, they refuse to aknowledge the other’s existence as you grab their hands and lead them upstairs

♡ When you get into one of the rooms, you shut and lock the door. Your lips find Oliver’s first, because he’s the closest. He kisses you rough, desperate. Not a virgin, but not completely experienced either. Probably a drunken fumble with a girl in high school, nothing more

♡ When you kiss Michael, he’s so soft. Like, insanely soft. Lips and touch alike. His hand finds your cheek and he holds your head in his hands when he does it. It’s sweet. Definitely a virgin

♡ You push them both onto the bed, and your fingers nimbly play with the zipper on your pink top. They both watch in wonder as you pull it down, sliding the shirt off your shoulders. No bra .

♡ Both literally gaping, mouths wide open, as they stare at your tits

♡“They’re nice, right? I think they’re my favorite part about me, honestly.”

♡ And then comes your skirt. Short, so they know the color of your underwear already (bubblegum pink)

♡ They both gape as you slide it down, revealing yourself to them so effortlessly. You tilt your head as you ask them to take their clothes off, too

♡ It’s instant. Buttons are undone as quick as lightening, shirts fly to the floor. Underwear is pushed past their ankles. They don’t even care at this point what the other is doing. The only thing in their focus is you

♡ Sliding your panties down, you step out of them and make your way over to the bed. You get on your hands and knees in front of them, pussy exposed and wet, looking back with a smile

♡ “Which one wants to go first?”

♡ Oliver is the braver one, since he has more experience

♡ His cock brushes up against your entrance, clumsily slipping against you. Michael watches, stroking himself with a shaky breath

♡ Oliver sheathes himself in you in one go, whining at your heat, his hands dig into your hips as he begins to thrust into you

♡ He’s not gentle, really. Not even close. He pounds into you, desperate and only thinking of his own aching dick as he splits you open. Mouth agape, sounds tumble out of your glossed lips as he pounds you into mattress

♡“Mmm, give it to me, give it t’me, just like that.”

♡ You’re moaning like a pornstar, feeling every drag and every ridge of him. His fingertips leave crescent moons in your hips, painting your skin with pretty indents of his infatuation

♡ Michael moves to your side and presses a warm kiss to your mouth. His cock sits big and heavy against his stomach, and you try to reach out and touch it but he slaps your hand away

♡ Is he getting a bit cocky? Maybe. He must be doing something right if he’s getting to screw a girl like you

♡ That’s probably why his big hand curls into your hair and he yanks your head back so he can slip his tongue into the warm confines of your mouth. Spit slick lips collide against sticky red ones, making a smear of divine crimson. Oliver, groaning and pent up, is close. So incredibly, undoubtedly close

♡ With a tiny cry, you try to guide him towards his release

♡“It’s good, yeah? My pussy’s so warm ‘n tight for you, Ollie. Cmon, want you to fill me up, want it so bad..”

♡ He can’t say no to that, spilling inside you with a deep stutter of his hips

♡ Michael watches in excitement.

♡ Absolutely fucking insane for that pussy, I’m telling you !!

♡ Practically throws Oliver out of the way to get at you. Watching the way your little hole gushes creamy white cum, he can’t help but push into it

♡ It’s warm, sticky, wet. It’s the best thing he’s ever felt

♡ Whimpers as he presses all the way in. He’s a little bit bigger than Oliver, and your cunt burns from the stretch

♡ But it’s nothing you can’t handle. Your ten inch dildos can vouch for that

♡ Oh, Michael is needy

♡ Needy, needy, needy

♡ The way he fucks— rutting into you like an animal, while also cooing to you as Oliver presses his thumb against your tongue— makes your vision practically white out

♡ Oliver isn’t a completely selfish boy, of course, and his fingers reach down and rub your clit

♡ It surprises you. Usually they pump and dump. You guess he’s just different because he’s a loser

♡ Michael spears his dick against that spongey spot inside you, and you mewl, fucking back onto him with an avaricious intensity

♡ He doesn’t last as long as Oliver, but that’s okay

♡ He’s a virgin, after all. You wouldn’t expect him to

♡ And ughhh when fills you up :(

♡ It’s so precious, the way he whimpers as he releases inside

♡ Oliver just watches, a smirk on his face

♡ The sick fucking freak is already hard again

♡ Ready to go another round

♡ The minute Michael pulls out, Oliver is behind you and you’re being used again

♡ It’s okay, though. You have all night for the two of them to abuse your little cunt <3 they’re pretty boys, after all. And pretty boys deserve to indulge in sweet, creamy pussy

:: @mysticpenguincreation @nightmare-niko @iheartinkonpaper @claireyberryy @becauseseaotters @emmalandry @princesstiti14 @aerangi

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aemondsbabe · 7 months

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about me: hi! i'm sarah! i'm 28 years old, pronouns are she/her, and i am very bi!

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED! i will write for pretty much any of ewan mitchell's characters (aemond targaryen, tom bennett, michael gavey, osferth, billy washington), other house of the dragon characters like aegon, daemon, harwin, helaena, alicent, & rhaenyra! i'm also open to writing for stranger things (eddie, steve, & billy), saltburn (felix catton & oliver quick), and dune (feyd-rautha only)

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paper-whales-writes · 5 years

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Pink and Blue - Part One

A/N: Dear anon who requested this. If this is not what you are hoping for, please enjoy the fact that this is gong to be a series!

Pairing: Audrey x Reader

Word Count: 1,744

Requested By: Anonymous

Request Summary: Roommate love story

Ever since you stepped out of the limo you were overwhelmed. Auradon is just so different to the Isle. A fact unearthed by the hundreds of curious eyes staring at you in one cohesive mass. Unnerving to say the least. Paired with the pastel colour scheme and chirpy voices, it's a new pace of life that you still have to get used to. Luckily enough, you have been able to flee the numerous crowds of gawking princes and princesses by sheltering in your new room. While Mal and Evie (two faces you clearly remember from the Isle) showed you in, they were quick to leave you once the lone bag of clothes and supplies were dumped on the floor. That's fine by you, you don't need their assurances that Auradon will be better for you, not at all. Sure, the room looks so much better than your room behind a curtain in Hades' cave, but it fits like a ripping glove. Plus, you already know that it's going to be a struggle to fit in - heck, you hardly even fitted in back on the Isle. That's what being a demigod entails. Sat on the pink bedspread; staring into the void and mindlessly fiddling with zip of your singular bag, you are nonetheless startled once the door to the room is flung open. You flinch. Instantly reminded of how your father would enter your home when in one of his - frequent - rages. Even though you know it's impossible for him to be here, in Auradon, you still steel yourself for an outburst. Yet as your gaze snaps to the door, you are surprised to find a girl of slight stature (dressed in pink to boot) glaring at you in fiery fury. This, this is the reaction you knew you would garner. As luck would have it, the girl - from the empty bed beside yours - could be a potential roommate. "Are you actually kidding me, Ben? You promised that you wouldn't put any of those Isle kids in with me!" "Audrey I -" the King pops into the room behind her, shooting both you and her frantic, apologetic glances. Yet, this Audrey girl doesn't let him finish. "But low and behold, here one is! A grungey, punk nobody who is cluttering up my room!" "Cluttering up your room? With one bag?" With one sneer, Mal also enters the room; with Evie tottering in behind her. "Audrey, please, Y/N needs a room and this is the only one available. Be reasonable Audrey." Evie chides, crossing her arms like some teacher. The tension in the room is simmering. Each party exchanging bladed looks across the room. If this was the Isle, a dagger would have already been thrown by now. In fact, the tension is almost electrified. "Maybe you should all stop talking about me as if I'm not here?" You pipe up, slinking off the bed and sauntering over to the group. Armour intact. No words can hurt you. Right? Your roomate's eyes snap to you: already distrustful and accusing. Despite the pink and the snobbish aura, this girl could've cut it on the Isle. Mal wouldn't have bothered making enemies with someone who didn't command some form of respect. That's something you can understand for sure. It's enough to make you raise your guard just that little bit higher. "You don't get to speak here. This doesn't concern you." The words taste like poison and clearly meant to be delivered as so. "Doesn't concern me?" You raise a blue brow, "You must be joking! I always knew that Auradonians have more air in their heads then brains but seriously! How does this not concern me?" Behind Audrey's shoulder, you can see Mal and Evie smirk at each other. Once Isle, always Isle. "Well, what would you know about having things concerning you? You're just some nobody from the Isle!" "Hey, let's not trade insults." Ben breaks in, physically as well as through the conversation. You remain glaring at your potential roommate; almost threatening to lean over Ben's outstretched arm and slap the prissy princess. Again, you would've done worse had you been on the Isle. One leer could compromise survival back home. But hopefully, not here. In the silence that follows, you hear Evie murmur to Mal: "It's blue versus pink." "What to do... what to do." Ben mutters under his breath, hurriedly looking between yourself and Audrey. "Send me back to the Isle." You snarl. "No one is going back to the Isle." Ben and Evie exclaim in sync. Both yourself and Audrey seem to deflate a bit. "How about you both give rooming tigether a go for a week and if it doesn't work out, we'll reconfigure the rooming arrangements. Okay?" Evie says; all in that gentle, soothing tone of hers. Just like a plaster covering a cut, all interested parties are nodding in agreement. A simple token of compromise. That's all it takes... hopefully. But can an intense dislike, fostered on near sight and reputation, ever become anything else? "Fine." Audrey bites out; while you merely nod in reply. All you need is to survive a week. Just seven days of living, studying and breathing in the same confined space as this blonde bimbo. You can do this, can't you? ------- Three days in. Seventy-two hours of being in the same vicinity of Audrey - who, by all accounts, seems to be the perfect princess she promised to be. So much so, that you've just decided to stay out of her way. Yet, there's no way to avoid her at night. When you're both laying in your separate beds, just trying to ignore the pricking, awkward tension. It's the same scenario tonight. While the lights have been turned out long past, sleep is evading you. Surprise surprise. Tossing and turning, it's too cold with the sheets off and too hot with them on. Nothing is seemingly allowing you to get to sleep. But it's seemingly a trouble shared with your roommate, Audrey. As you lay there, head under your pillows, you can still hear her sobbings. It's been this way since Ben announced his engagement to Mal. Seemingly someone hasn't got over being snubbed. Understandably. Despite her brave and argumentative exterior, it's easy to see that she is wounded and still hurting. As well as the fact that no one else is helping her patch herself up. You can relate to that. Even though the Isle has deep layers of trauma, no one would ever - or will ever - sort out a group therapy session. It's this thought that spurs you to sit up and to call across the room: "Are you okay?" Almost instantly the crying stops. Instead, Audrey vehemently sniffs as she turns her beside lamp on before looking over at you. The same old mistrust burning in her eyes. "Do I look okay to you?" She snaps, before turning away from your prying eyes. Sighing softly, you rub your eyes before pushing back the covers. It's time to shed the tough act from the Isle and here's the first step in the journey: being emotionally available for someone else. Just because no one has ever done it for you, you shouldn't just let this harmful cycle continue. Padding across the room, the change in temperature is evident. With the more steps between you and your bed, the more goosebumps raise upwards on your arms. Lovely, you already miss your bed. "You don't look okay." You reply bluntly, hovering beside her beside awkwardly. Turning back to face you, Audrey looks at with a mix of confusion and outright shock. "What are you doing, Y/N?" "Can I sit?" You try to crack your face into a small, conspirital smile. The smile must work, as she merely nods and scoots over; leaving you a space on the cherry pink bedspread. Slowly, almost tenderly, you sit next to her - not wanting to scare the anger back out of her. "What is the problem?" You say, avoiding looking at her as sits up. "It's just, it's everywhere. Constant reminders." She mutters, also avoiding looking at you. "What is?" "Ben and Mal. Mal and Ben." She finally looks at you. Desperate and raw. "I cannot go anywhere in Auradon without seeing them together, in love and happy. It's soul crushing, it honestly is. Then I have my own family blaming me for tarnishing the family name! I can't control who falls in and out with me and how has it crushed our reputation anyway?" As she starts speaking, she seems at a loss on how to stop. "Everyone looks at me as if I'm the bad guy. But I'm just young and angry. I'm not trying to start a political war!" As she exclaims the last point, she looks over at you as if to make sure you buy her justification. "That's something I can relate to." You say, shifting away from her intense gaze. "My whole life I've been paying for my father's actions. Trapped in a place where no one gave two shits about me, not even my own father. Then to come to a place where everyone has been given everything they have ever needed or wanted on a silver platter and to be grateful, grateful, to be given their sloppy seconds. Yet, I can't resent them for anything and everything they have got in absolute droves. It's exhausting. I'm young, exhausted and angry... so, I get it Audrey, I really do." You sigh, rubbing your temples. All the while, Audrey looks on with you with some sort of sympathy. It's strange, you've gone from not speaking to each other to pouring your hearts out. But then, all it takes is one sleepless night. "I'm never going to get to sleep now." You sigh, tipping your head back to look at the sickenly ornate ceiling. "Come sit next to me then," Audrey offers, softly patting the bedspread beside her. "Are you sure?" You meet her eyes in surprise. "Well, we practically know each other's emotional weaknesses now... so sure." You meet Audrey's hesitant smile with your own, appreciating the olive branch being offered to you. Slowly, but ever so surely, you move to sit next to her. "So, what do you want to talk about?" You ask, fiddling with the edge of the covers. "Tell me about the Isle and life there." And so, you do.

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