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Summary
While fixing something in the Millennium Falcon, Rey gets stuck in a panel in a wall. On the one side, she has a Force connection with Kylo Ren. On the other side, Finn and Poe find her rear end stuck in the wall. All choose to take advantage of the situation...
Excerpt
Rey’s torso was wedged tightly in the wall of the Millennium Falcon’s main hold, her arms trapped uselessly at her sides as the rest of her stuck out into the frieght loading bay. She wriggled, trying to free herself, but the metal refused to budge.
Damn this ship, she thought. Always falling apart at the worst possible moment. Her breath came in short, frustrated bursts as she twisted her hips, attempting to slide out. No luck. She was stuck. Completely, utterly stuck.
And then, as if things couldn’t get worse, the air around her shifted. A chill ran down her spine, and she knew without looking that he was there. Kylo Ren. Their Force Bond had connected them again, and he stood before her, his presence looming and oppressive. She craned her neck up as much as she could, catching a glimpse of his pale, scarred face. His dark eyes flicked over her, a curious, almost amused expression playing on his lips.
“How come I can only see half of your body?” he asked, his voice low and smooth.
Rey scowled. “I’m stuck in a wall on the Falcon! There’s always something wrong with that stupid ship!” Her voice was sharp, her annoyance bubbling over. She didn’t have time for his teasing or his intrusive presence.
Kylo tilted his head, his smirk growing. “I believe it,” he said dryly, squatting down beside her. His gloved hand reached out, brushing against the seam where her body met the wall. His touch was deliberate, exploring, and Rey’s skin tingled despite herself.
“What a curious phenomenon,” he murmured.
“Yeah yeah. So very curious,” Rey snapped sarcastically, rolling her eyes. She tried to shift away from his touch, but the wall held her firmly in place.
Kylo stood again, his towering frame casting a shadow over her. He moved to her left side, repeating the same motion—his fingers tracing the edge where her body met the wall. Rey’s jaw tightened, her frustration mounting.
“Are you going to help me or are you just going to stare at me?” she growled, her patience wearing thin.
Kylo straightened, his smirk turning into something darker, more predatory. He moved in front of her, his eyes locking onto hers. For a moment, Rey thought he might actually help her. But then, without a word, he reached for his belt. Her eyes widened as he undid the fastenings, his movements slow and deliberate. Her breath hitched as he pulled out his cock, already half-hard and impossibly large...
just came across that one video on tumblr with orange laying over the three guys laps. the man needs to be moved around and manhandled for the sake of humanity. the filthier the better and i don’t really mind who he’s paired with. Thanks!
You don’t understand how you keep getting yourself into these situations.
Your face is squished against the comforter, breaths coming out in heaving pants as Marc fucks you into the mattress. His palm comes down on your ass periodically as invisible hands stroke your hair, playing with your nipples. If you glance at the mirror, they’re there.
Steven. And Jake.
You didn’t realize the mirror thing would work like this. You can feel them, all of them. Touching you, filling you. Marc’s reflection couldn’t be seen by the naked eye, but now that you’ve entered your pact with Khonshu, all of his servants are visible.
When one of them pulls out, another is there to fill the empty space. Phantom sensation, nearly driving you to the breaking point as you watch yourself in the mirror while Jake and Marc have a dick measuring competition.
Steven is soothing tonight, not wanting you to get too overwhelmed. The feeling of his fingers brushing through your hair while the other two boys brutalize you is almost comical, but it’s a welcome feeling. Besides, he’ll have his turn soon enough.
You watch him watch you, all of them staring through their reflections as your body contorts and jiggles at their ministrations. It’s too much and not enough, your eyes pleading for more as Jake squeezes at your breast, mouth suckling at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.
You mewl; you can feel Marc’s testicles tense up with an impending orgasm, and you don’t want it to end. You almost forgot that when he’s done, Steven gets control of the body- his patience finally rewarded.
“Good fucking girl,” Marc groans, a shudder running through his entire body as he comes, warmth filling your lower abdomen. His eyes roll back into his head, his cock staying hard and erect inside you as Steven takes control, eagerly running his hands over your sore ass.
“You alright, love?”
You nod slowly, watching Marc take Steven’s place in the mirror. He looks at you with dark eyes, satisfied, and yet still hungry.
Steven leans down, pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades, groaning at the wet slide.
“Fuck, he came a lot, didn’t he?”
You nod again, moaning softly as Steven pushes harder, pressing against your cervix and making you see stars.
He watches Jake in the reflection lick a stripe up the column of your spine, grinning deviously as he shoots him a wink. You shiver, so close to your third orgasm that you can feel the heat of it in your throat.
“Fuck, fuck Steven please,” you whimper, begging even as he hits that spot that nearly sends you over the edge.
His voice slips into Jake’s. “Come on, cariño, I know you can do it. Come for us,” he murmurs, catching you off guard.
“Jake,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut as he bites down on the meat of your shoulder, grabbing your chin and forcing you to watch yourself orgasm in the mirror.
Your face contorts as you almost black out, cunt wet and messy with Marc and your own release. Jake grunts, unrelenting as he drills you into the bed, Steven’s jaw slack with pleasure while you come all over him in the reflection.
You find a second to catch your breath before it starts all over again, Marc petting your jaw in the reflection and tapping on your chin until you open wide, sliding his soft dick into your mouth.
You hold it there, completely at their mercy as they go on, bringing you to the edge over and over again. Without asking, you know it’s not over. It’s not anywhere close to being over.
So this is pure smut. an idea i had while playing a game of Uno. Please enjoy. it ends a little abruptly. This is a one shot.
18+ to read. Minors be warned.
Eddie x Fem Reader x Robin x Steve
TW: P in V. Oral (M & F receive) 4 way. masturbation. doggy style. lesbian. bisexual. cum eating. cream pie.
“Uno?” Steve raises a brow as the box lands on the coffee table with a soft thud.
“I can’t find my cards, but this will be just as entertaining.” I smirk.
Steve, Robin, Eddie and I are gathered around my coffee table. My parents are out of town so, I decided to have a few friends over to keep me company. We are high and a little tipsy from the cheap booze Steve brought. Robin thought it would be fun to play a game. Eddie is the one who suggested poker. I take a sip of the bitter drink, wincing as it slides down my throat. Steve begins shuffling, a little annoyed with the idea of the game. We begin playing a few rounds. I’m a champion, as usual. I smirk as I claim another victory.
“Now I see why you’re single. You just sit here and play Uno all the time.” Steve jabs, taking a swig of the drink.
I grab the joint from Eddie’s fingers, pulling it to my lips. I flip Harrington the bird. Robin and Eddie laugh. I release the puff of smoke into the air. I slip Eddie the joint again. He takes the next hit.
“You’re just mad that I keep winning.” I stick my tongue out. “We could always make this more interesting if you want, big boy.” I tease him, leaning across the table.
My cleavage hanging from my top. My boobs threatening to spill from the flimsy fabric. Eddie is sitting next to Steve. He notices, licking his lips as he places the joint back between his plump lips. I give him a wink.
“How?” Eddie asks, not allowing Steve a chance to accept or deny the proposal.
Eddie’s tongue hangs against his lower lip. His eyes seem a little darker, his voice deeper. A pool of wet, heat forms in my panties. I feel my cheeks flush. My eyes meet his now.
“Strip Uno anyone?” I ask around.
Robin turns red. Steve scoffs, sputtering. He’s unable to form words. Eddie smirks, giving me a quick wink. I scan the room, shuffling the deck. I explain the rules as I do.
“It’s easy. If you lose, you take something off. Last one with clothes on wins…or looses, depending on how you look at it.” I wink at Eddie.
Eddie and I have been friends since my freshman year. Now, Robin, Eddie and I are expected to graduate this Spring. Eddie and I have always had this flirtatious friendship. This back and forth banter that is so easy. I’ve always enjoyed being around him. He’s sweet and funny. But lately, maybe it’s been the weed or the intense closeness, but Eddie looks hot. He’s sexy and all I can think about his stuffing his cock down my throat and feeling his fingers knuckle deep inside me.
“I’m down.” Eddie’s deep voice breaks my dirty thoughts. I smirk, nodding.
Robin nods, “I’m in.” She chirps.
I turn my attention to Steve, as I begin passing out cards. I purse my lips together. Our eyes holding each other. Steve and I have some history. Last year, we got a little drunk at his graduation party. We somehow ended up in bed half naked. From what we recall nothing but heavy petting and maybe some kissing occurred, but there’s always been this lingering tension after that night.
“Alright Harrington, you in? Or are you scared you’ll have to show off your goods?” I bite my lip, my eyes falling down his body.
He shivers. His cheeks turn a dusty pink. Steve shakes his head, slamming his hand down on the table and collecting his cards. “Let’s play.” His eyes narrow at me.
Round one…I claim Steve and Robin’s socks, and Eddie’s jean vest.
Round three…Eddie actually won one. He took Steve’s jeans, Robin’s t-shirt, and my sweater.
“This is bullshit.” Steve mutters.
After another round, Robin claimed Steve’s undershirt. He’s now left in his boxers. Eddie took off his shirt. I hand Robin my socks. My eyes fall on Eddie’s bare chest. His tattoo glowing in the soft lighting. He notices me staring. He gives me a wink. I avoid his eyes, feeling flushed. I resort to teasing Steve to distract me from Eddie’s body.
“Aww, poor baby.” I tease. The cards slide through my fingers as I shuffle for the next round.
“Fuck yes!” Steve shouts, winning his first round of the night.
Robin and I roll our eyes. Eddie laughs lightly. “A little too excited to get me out of my jeans Harrington.” The metal head throws his dark wash denim at the former jock.
Steve tosses them to the side. He rolls his eyes. Robin slides off her jeans, leaving her in a pair of boy shorts and a simple black bra. I notice Steve and Eddie’s eyes looking at her breasts. I can’t help but look too. I’ve seen them before when we’ve gone shopping. They are supple, plump. Her bra cups them beautifully. My eyes fall back onto Steve’s who’s clearing his throat. The smug grin growing on his face. I peel the Queen crop top off my body. I toss the top at Steve’s face. It falls into his hands. The room grows silent. I start shuffling again. My, now exposed boobs bouncing as the cards flip through my fingers. I glance around the room, noticing how still it is now. Robin’s cheeks are redder. She’s seen them before, but never fully exposed. Eddie bites his tongue. His eyes glued to my chest. Steve sputters, mouth parted. I lean over, shutting it for him. I give a little nod.
“What?” I finally break the tension. “I don’t believe in bras, unless they are absolutely necessary.” I spill honestly. I deal out the cards. As I glance at my hand, I still feel their eyes on me. “Guys, are we gonna play or stare at my boobs all night?” I ask.
“I vote the later.” Eddie’s tongue hangs back against his lips. I blush harder.
The three finally break eye contact with my perky breasts and we resume the game.
Steve actually won another round. Robin tosses her bra to Steve. I stand up, shimming my skirt over my hips. I toss it to him. I see Eddie’s eyes following the curve of my ass. I peer down and see Robin doing the same. A small exhale escapes her plush lips. Steve smirks, enjoying his victory. Eddie also stands up. My eyes fall on his fingers as they peel off his black boxers. Eddie is the first to be naked. My eyes widen at the sight. I involuntarily lick my lips, panting lightly. He smirks, and shoots another wink towards me.
Steve clears his throat, avoiding Eddie’s dick—or trying to. It’s hard to not notice it.
“Alright, Munson’s out I guess.” Steve mumbles. Eddie takes his seat, downing his drink quickly.
“No,” I answer. “He’s able to play. Just if he looses…I guess we’ll come up with something. But he has a chance to win again.” I sit back down as I explain. Eddie’s eyes fall on me again. He gives a wide grin. I can’t help but let my eyes fall below the table. Oh yeah, defiantly wanna stuff his cock in down my throat.
Steve deals out the cards this time. Eddie prevails. Robin, Steve and I all hand over our underwear. Eddie takes my and places it in his pocket. My face grows heated. I notice Steve growing annoyed. Robin just looks flushed as she scans my body. I can’t help but squirm under her gaze.
“So now what?” Steve queries.
“One more round. Winner decides what happens.” I wink. Everyone agrees.
This game is intense. It comes down to Eddie and I. We each have one card. It’s a yellow four. I cock my head to the side. I wanna win. I wanna suck his cock. I wanna make them watch. Maybe have Robin eat me out, while Steve plays with himself. I shake the imagery from my head. Gotta stay focused. Eddie ends up drawing three more cards before finding one. Robin throws down another yellow.
“Bow down bitches.” I throw my last card, a wild card, onto the pile.
Groans fall from everyones lips. I laugh, grasping my hands to my chest. My fingers fall down my body. Tracing lines over my curves. I hum, glancing around the room. Robin looks nervous, Eddie wears his signature smug grin and Steve, as always is annoyed by my antics. I pretend to ponder. But not long. I allow the hazy high and drunken nature to over take my sense of reason.
“Alright let’s see. What to do with you all.” I bite my lip. My eyes fall on Eddie. “For starters, let’s make some room. Boys move the table to the side, please.” I bat my lashes. I watch their muscles flex as they move the table. I nod in approval.
I turn to Robin. She gives a small smile. We’re sat on our knees. Our bodies facing each other. I lean closer, our breasts nearly touching. I place a kiss on her lips. I wait until she gives full approval. She pushes a little harder against mine. We fall onto each other. Our lips crashing. Our hands fall on one another’s hips. I lick her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She opens. Our tongues fight for dominance. I hear the boys heavily panting. I break away, not only for air, but to give instruction.
“No touching boys. I’ll be with you in a minute.” I pant, breathlessly. My eyes lull back into Robin’s kiss. I push her onto the ground. My body falls on top of her. We grind against each other. Our clits rubbing, creating friction. We moan into the kiss.
“Fuck.” Steve whispers.
“That’s hot.” Eddie huffs.
I break from Robin’s lips. I force her head down to my boobs. She begins sucking them. Our grinding intensifies. My eyes flutter open. The boys are dying to touch themselves. I giggle, moaning. Enjoying the attention. I pull from Robin. I peer down at her, placing one last kiss on her lips. I bring my body up. I hover my cunt over her face. She lowers me down onto her lips. She sucks and licks my sopping cunt. Devouring it fully. I throw my head back, groaning from the intense feeling. I force my head back down. I look at Eddie through my lashes. I wiggle my finger, beckoning him to come closer. He stands in front of me, giving me perfect access to what I want.
“I have been wanting this for so long now.” I moan out as Robin continues to work her tongue.
I kiss Eddie’s tip. Swirling my tongue around his already beading head. I hallow my cheeks, taking him in. My fingers play with his balls as my mouth shoves his cock down my throat. Eddie moans louder. My name spilling off his tongue. I peak through hooded eyes. Steve looks so alone—and so turned on. I pull Eddie from my lips. I work his shaft. Pumping him with my hand. “Touch yourself Steve. You too, Robin.” I command. They obey. Steve begins pumping his cock. Robin swirls two fingers over her clit. Eddie’s eyes fall to mine. I peer back up at him. I take him back in my mouth. Sucking harder. I grasp his hand, placing it on my head. I silently tell him to fuck my mouth. His fingers tangle in my hair. His rings pulling small strands as he hits the back of my throat. I moan at the feeling. The vibration from my throat sends Eddie closer to the edge. Robin hums from my moaning, forcing me towards the edge. My eyes never break from Eddie’s. He watches me cum in Robin’s mouth. I squirt onto her lips. She laps up every drop. Eddie sputters, muffled moans spill from my lips as I feel his seed shoot down my throat. I swallow—hard. Steve looses it. He topples over, cumming all over the carpet. Exhales, pants and gurgled moans fill the room. I roll off of Robin. I rearrange the setting. Robin is now sitting with her back to the couch. My head is placed between her legs. I lick her sopping cunt. Eddie kneels behind me fucking my sensitive and swollen cunt from behind. Steve’s erection returns full force. He goes for round two. I decide to help him. I wave him over. I take turns between Robin and Steve. Sucking his head, fingering her. Licking her cunt, jerking him off. All while Eddie pounds into my cunt. I moan, grumbling, begging for release. He goes deeper, slower. As I finish off Robin. Her pussy squirting in my face. Steve’s cum coats my hand at the sight. I fall face first into the carpet as Eddie picks up his pace. He throws my lifeless body against his. His fingers shoved into my mouth. I suck them off. Steve pants, crawling towards us. His tongue finds my clit. He licks the bundle of nerves as Eddie’s cock buries deep in my cunt. My walls tighten around his cock, milking him for all he’s worth. Through hooded eyes I see Robin touching herself. I beckon her over. My lips find hers. We kiss. I moan as I cum over Eddie’s cock. Eddie sputters, trying not to fall over as he cums deep inside my pussy. Steve laps up the cum that spills from my hole. His tongue licking part of Eddie’s dick as he does. I pull away from Robin. Eddie pulls out. Steve cleans up my cunt with his tongue. He shoves his cock into my aching entrance. He swivels his hips, pumping into me quickly. Getting himself off. He cums inside me. He cleans up that mess too. Heavy pants and agonizing groans fill the air. We each find our clothes. Slipping on something—for our modesty.
Imagine Venom being reluctant to fight Riot because you’re the other symbiote’s host. Lucky for him, you seduced Riot into being less interested in taking over the world and more interested other sorts of conquests. Namely, finding out if Venom is as interested in getting pegged as your ex-boyfriend Eddie was.
A/N: Who wouldn’t wanna get fucked by all of them at the same time? Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. Re-posting as Tumblr decided this was “adult content” (which it is... but y’know). Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Masterlists/taglists can be found in my bio.
“No Dean, fuck her slow.” John’s voice cuts through the sound of Dean’s balls slapping against the curve of your cheeks while his cock fills your ass.
“Make her beg for you to fuck her harder.” You look to the corner of the room where John sits - his hand clasped around his shaft, leisurely stroking it intermittently as he watches his sons defile you in ways you’d only ever dreamed of.
Sam and Dean continue to obey his orders - as one pulls out, the other thrusts in and you find yourself screaming out as your eyes lock with John’s. He stands slowly, his thick dick already slick with pre-cum as he paces towards the three of you. He almost looks pleased with himself as he reaches you, his erection centimetres from your face and you ache to choke on it.
“You should see yourself baby,” He soothes stroking hair off your face as he cups your chin, “Dean’s shredding your ass and by the looks of it, Sam’s destroying that little cunt of yours too. Aren’t they good boys doing what I tell them?”
You nod helplessly as John’s grip tightens around your chin.
“Answer me!”
“Ye-yes!”
“Yes what?”
“They’re good boys, such good boys Daddy.” You whimper breathlessly.
“That’s my girl.” He mutters softly, patting the top of your head before edging his cock past your lips. He doesn’t wait for you to be ready - he simply starts to fuck your mouth hard and fast and you gag each time his tip catches the back of your throat. He grips your head tight between his palms holding it still as his thrusts sync perfectly with that of his kin.
“Now fuck her like she deserves boys.” John growls and as if on cue, their paces quicken until the orgasms that follow send you hurtling into a pit of bliss so otherworldly, you almost lose consciousness.
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