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enbyonmandalore · 11 months

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Test The Limits

Ghost & König x OC Heaven St. John

Rating: NSFW 18+

Word count: this is a long one (that's what she said, ha!)

Warnings: begging, *light* bondage/restraining, brat taming, choking, degradation/name calling (ex. "good boy"), dom/sub behavior, edging, gagging, humiliation, masks stay ON, masturbation, oral (M recieving), tiny bit of overstimulation, penetrative sex, potential hate-fucking, size difference, some brief violence typical for the CoD franchise, threesome, unprotected sex, characters act absolutely fucking feral, OC's genitalia is not described

Summary: Smut. Absolute filth without much plot. Ghost has enough of 141's new airstrike operator's attitude and decides to fuck it out of them; him and König end up taking turns.

A/N: You can find the reader insert version of this fic by searching "test the limits" on my blog! Certain parts of dialogue and phrases are inspired by u/badjhur on reddit. Sometimes the POV kinda switches, I hope you don't mind. Enjoy!

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Test The Limits

"Argh fuck!", Heaven shouted in frustration as their face hit the floor. Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley pinned them down with his entire body weight, twisting their dominant left hand onto their back, their right hand squashed underneath their own body. They'd fucked up. Again.

"Stop being so easy to pin.", Ghost said harshly. "If I were the enemy you'd be dead by now."

"Lasted longer than last time, though", they reminded him nonchalantly and coughed as he took some of his weight off of their back, letting them catch a proper breath.

"Still not good enough", he retaliated, adding something under his breath. "Fuckin' brat..."

"What did you just call me?", Heaven snapped and turned around as much as they could. The Lieutenant didn't move. With some more struggling they managed to free themselves from under him, staring daggers at him. Propping themselves up on an elbow, Heaven opened their mouth to complain, but the Lt. raised a finger in their direction as a warning.

"Behave."

"Oh for god's sake, Lt., I'm just as much a member of this damn task force as you are. Price called me in for a reason and you know it. You-"

Ghost didn't let Heaven finish their sentence. Instead he grabbed them by the ankles and yanked them towards him, scraping their elbows against the floor of the sparring ring. Now he towered over them, his arms caging them in on either side, a knee between their legs, restricting any further movement.

"I said behave.", he growled.

"Get. Off. Of. Me.", Heaven said slowly and clearly, their tone stone cold.

But Ghost didn't budge. His icy blue eyes still fixated on them, as if expecting an ambush. That's when they felt it. They felt him press up against them and with mere inches between their bodies, there was less than a little room for speculations. The air seemed to thicken with tension over the next few seconds as Heaven just stared in disbelief. Finally, as he hit a sensitive spot, they flinched.

"Stop that!", they hissed.

"You wanna tap out, Luv? Scared you're gonna lose?", Ghost replied, ignoring them and continuing to grind against their crotch.

"Ngh- No! Just stop moving like that!"

"Like what?", he paused and Heaven thought they saw him raise an eyebrow, "This?"

"F-fuck...!", they gasped as he full on rutted his hips against theirs. Heaven tugged at his shirt, but that changed nothing.

"This... This is hardly a fair fight, Lt. Let go!"

"Never said it was gonna be fair.", the Lieutenant clarified. "Besides, if you would just ask nicely I might let go, eh? You bloody brat."

Humiliating them even further, Ghost flipped them onto their stomach again with ease. "You're making this too easy." Between strained breaths and frustrated struggling, they managed to growl: "At least take the damn knife off my back."

Ghost's dry chuckle made their entire body stiffen at once. "That ain't no combat knife you're feeling there, Luv..."

Oh.

Once it finally clicked in their head, his entire behavior made sense. Jesus H. Christ, he was doing it on purpose.

"Come on, operator, get up", Ghost taunted, pulling Heaven to their feet, "See what you've been rubbing up against all fucking night."

Heaven St. John bared their teeth at him out of pure instinct. The movement was so quick they felt their bottom lip split open and tasted blood.

"You're so goddamn full of yourself!"

"Quite the opposite.", the Lieutenant replied and took a step forward. Heaven refused to back down. Ghost's gaze locked onto theirs, analyzing them. He reached behind himself and revealed a ziptie, pulling it tight around their wrists within a split second, pushing them against the wall behind them. Heaven was speechless.

"W-what the fuck, Lt.?", they finally managed to sputter.

There was nothing they could do - exhausted from sparring, backed against a wall and their hands were quite literally tied. To say they were in a jam would be a tremendous understatement. A hand traveled to their throat, applying pressure and enforcing eye contact.

"Who do you think you are? Who gave you permission to act like a sour fucking tart, hm? What is your problem?" Ghost looked them up and down. "Look where that's gotten you."

"Could ask you the same bloody question!", they spat, seeking any sort of leverage on Ghost's wrist to prevent him from potentially choking them out. He just stared, condescendingly. "Eversince I got here, you've been looking at me like you're a starving dog and I'm some sort of fucking treat."

Ghost's eyes narrowed dangerously, maybe there was a sadistic smile under that mask, but they'd never know for sure. When he spoke, his voice was low and gravelly.

"Consider this punishment... or consider this me spoiling your bratty behavior. You can still tap you, Love, but once we get started, there's no turning back."

"Oh so you think it's that easy to get in my pants, then?", Heaven chuckled dryly, thankful for the dim light concealing the fact that they might be blushing. "Do your fucking worst, then."

"Very well."

Ghost didn't wait a second longer, he grabbed them by the neck and spun them around, slamming their chest into the wall. His hands slid down their sides, all the way to their belt. Heaven didn't need to look - the sound of the quick-release clasp coming undone was enough to prepare them for what would come next. Once again they were thankful he didn't see their face or the excited grin plastered across it. Ghost pulled down Heaven's uniform pants and undershorts in once go, helping them lift their feet to fully get rid of the pants.

"Well, well...", he muttered, his gloved hands back on their body, thumbs caressing the dips in their hips. "Bloody amazing figure you got, soldier."

They could almost feel his breath on their skin, that's how close he'd gotten. Their skin tingled where he touched it. When the Lt. pressed himself against their ass, they could barely contain an excited whimper. He turned them back around to face him, shoving a knee between their thighs and pinning them to the wall on their tiptoes, hands above their head. Fuck, that felt amazing. Never in a million years had they ever imagined to enjoy being overpowered by a man like this...to be turned on by it.

It caught them off guard when he suddenly dropped them, taking two steps back. Their ass hit the cold concrete floor, the bindings snapping as they scrambled to cover themselves. Reality check. Heaven could feel a new pair of eyes lingering on their skin and turned their head in that direction so fast it almost made them dizzy. A shadowy figure loomed in the doorway.

"König", Ghost's voice broke the silence, "What a bloody fuckin' surprise."

He closed the distance between himself and the other soldier in only a few steps, grabbing a fistful of König's shirt and yanking him all the way into the room. Heaven heard König stutter something unintelligible, Ghost not even bothering to respond to him.

"Just in time.", Ghost announced to neither of them in particular. "I was about to teach our new teammate a lesson and now you both and learn one at the same time."

He let go of König, glaring at Heaven still cowering on the floor. König instinctively raised his hands, attempting to appear non-threatening as he towered over both of them.

Heaven slowly regained their composure, still acutely aware that their lower half was exposed. What they also noticed, was that König had closed his eyes underneath the sniper hood - the eyeholes were completely black now, as if he wasn't even there. They shifted around untilthey were at least in a less awkward position. This did not go unnoticed by the Lieutenant.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, Sir", König spoke, "I only heard commotion..."

When Ghost did not answer, he continued rambling, obviously flustered. "I- I can walk back out and this never happened, okay? I didn't even see anything-"

"No.", Ghost interrupted, "You both have had problems staying focused lately and you've become liabilities to the entire team. So to help you get t together, you are going to practice following orders. Right fucking now."

They exchanged a nervous glance with König.

"Hey", Ghost barked in Heaven's direction. "Eyes on me. Don't look at him, he's not gonna help you."

As soon as their gaze had focused back on Ghost, the Lieutenant continued his angry speech: "You aren't very quiet going about your business, König, and you", he glared at Heaven, "Satan, you talk in your sleep."

In that moment the realization that Ghost had heard something definitely not meant for his ears hit both them and König. Satan hadn't known they talked in their sleep, much less that Ghost had apparently been within earshot while they slept. And if they weren't mistaken, they could see the awkward shift in König's posture as well. What on earth had Ghost heard him say - or do?

Ghost's hand shot forward and grabbed Satan by the collar, pulling them into a kneeling position, their hands on his wrist to steady themselves. Then Ghost nodded towards a chair against the back wall of the room.

"Operator, sit down. And don't move."

Wordlessly, König followed the Lt.'s order. As soon as he had sat down, Ghost returned his attention to Satan. They felt his cold stare basically penetrate their skin and set it on fire...

"You. Up.", he ordered and they complied. Ghost then moved the both of them closer to König, right in the middle of his field of vision. Satan's heart was racing by now. What was he doing?

"On your knees, soldier."

They watched as Ghost positioned himself in front of them, their back facing König. He stepped closer and they now made direct eye contact with the considerable bulge in the Lieutenant's pants. Instinctively they gulped. Shit, was he really about to make König watch as they gave him head?

Apparently the answer to that was Yes.

It could have been their imagination, but they swore they heard the faintest sigh of relief as Ghost undid his belt, unzipped the fly and pulled out his fully erect cock. The size of which both startled and excited them. With one hand he lifted Satan's chin while the other, slowly and almost carefully snaked around to the back of their head.

"Now, Love, you are gonna suck my cock and do it well, understood?"

Satan answered immediately, a grin tugging at their lips. "Don't be shy, I can take it, Lt."

Next thing they knew, Ghost forced open their mouth with his thumb and shoved his cock inside. Satan fought their gag reflex, his cock was really testing the limits of what they found themselves capable of. They carefully started bobbing their head, hands gripping Ghost's thighs for support, working their tongue around the fat tip, sucking on it before taking more of his cock down their throat. They'd never believe it if they weren't hearing it themselves, but Ghost -stone cold as he usually was- was a horny rambler.

"That's it...", he pulled his cock out of their mouth, allowing them to catch a breath; maintaining eye contact the entire time. "Oh, fuck- You see that? That perfect ring of spit on my cock..."

They swallowed thickly between breaths and gave the Lieutenant a crooked smile. Provocatively they licked their bottom lip and glanced up at him.

"You can do it, yeah, open wide", he said, his voice low and breath ragged, before guiding their head back down his cock. Satan could taste the precum now and each time he hit the back of their throat they felt the knot in their own stomach tighten.

"Ah God, f-fuck!", Ghost moaned and gripped their head with both hands, holding it in place. He momentarily tore his gaze away from Satan to look at König. "Enjoying the show?"

"Gott, Scheiße...", König panted and bucked his hips in a futile attempt to feel something, anything. Oh, he needed to be touched. He wanted to fuck both Satan and Ghost and it was pure torture to sit there, hands behind his back and not allowed to move as they took Ghost's dick so eagerly. God he wished that were him. He felt his own hard-on throb with every sound their mouth made and with every word of praise from Ghost. His eyes rolled back in his head as he imagined what it would feel like to pin the Lieutenant against a wall and kiss him, right before fucking him so hard the wall might crack. What it would feel like to have Satan on top of him, a spiteful smirk on their face as they ruthlessly rode him like there was no tomorrow, his fingers digging into the flesh of their hips...

"Bloody hell, love, you're taking me so well", Ghost sputtered as he thrust himself into their mouth. "Come on... promise I'll make this worth your while."

Satan held onto his thighs for dear life as tears and spit ran down their face, accompanied by messy, lewd gagging sounds.

"That's it, that's it- Ohh FUCK"

His breath caught in his lungs as his cock pulsed, emptying his load down their throat. Fighting the urge to gag, they swallowed, gripping Ghost's leg so hard it might bruise. With an exhausted, guttural moan Ghost finally let go and Satan fell backwards, gasping for air.

Ghost recovered from his high quickly, barely giving them the chance to wipe the drool off their face before dragging them to a large storage crate. He turned them around, his chest pressed against their back, and sat down, effectively pulling them onto him as he lay down on the crate. Satan watched as he removed his gloves. Their entire body was tingling with arousal by now and being thrown around like a rag-doll wasn't helping. They felt the blood rush between their legs and they were certain Ghost knew. He nudged their legs further apart with his own.

"You really can take me, love.", Ghost growled into their ear, grabbing their jaw from behind and turning their head towards König. "Now how 'bout him?"

"Haah- please-", Satan whimpered and squirmed in his iron grip. They were becoming more desperate by the second, they needed to be touched - or even better: railed into oblivion.

Ghost's icy eyes fixated on König and the other soldier froze in his chair.

"Your turn, operator", the Lieutenant said with a nod.

König stood up slowly, having to concentrate on every move as he approached Ghost and Satan. God, it was such a pretty sight to see them so sprawled out and desperate...so pretty.

"Fuck them. That's an order!"

"Y-Yessir!", König replied and quickly undid his pants with trembling hands.

Satan gasped upon seeing König's size. He was probably larger than the Lt. in every goddamn aspect. Would that thing even fit? There was a height difference of half a meter between them and König after all. Standing between their open legs, he almost hesitantly lay a bare hand on their thigh and lightly pressed his fingertips into their skin and Satan whimpered once again. Ghost still held their jaw tightly, watching König like a hawk.

As if to reassure himself that this was what they wanted, König sought eye contact. He stroked himself a couple of times first, before lining his hard cock up with their entrance. Satan gave him a meek nod and practically started begging as his tip nudged against their hole.

"Fucking hell, please! Please just fuck me, König, please please please!"

König felt his cock twitch in his hand at the sound of their voice - like music to his ears. "Don't...", he whispered, barely audible, "Don't stop begging."

"Please~ Please fuck me already, big boy", they pleaded and that did it for him. Without further hesitation he pushed his cock inside them and barely managed to contain the animalistic, desperate moan building in his throat as he bottomed out. Satan wanted to throw their head back, but Ghost's shoulder was in the way, so they turned their face to the side, teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut. A cold shiver ran down their spine as Ghost whispered praise into their ear again. "Come on... Good boy. Take all of him."

And as König set a pace to his thrusts, small whines and moans spilled from their lips.

"Ah- Yes...fuck... König, fuck- ngh"

König was enormous. He spread them open like nothing ever had before. No doubt they'd feel him for days. They could feel König's dick in their guts, it was relentless, stretching them open and filling them so completely they couldn't think around it, couldn't do anything but cling to Ghost's hand and whine.

"Ah, sh-shit! More, please...", König demanded, underlining each word with a thrust so hard Satan almost cried out in pain.

"Yessir!", they groaned, slurring all the other words, "Ah- Yes, fuck me hard, I need this! Oh fuck-"

"Oh yeah, you like this, huh?", König answered their desperate cries. Ghost joined in on the taunting. "You like getting fucked by two big men, 's that it? That's why you've been acting like a fucking brat? Answer me!"

"Ahng- Yes!"

"You little tease...", König panted, his eyes cast downward, watching himself disappear inside Satan over and over and over.

Fucking hell... Ghost couldn't take his eyes off of the scene. König brutally slamming into Satan, their half-naked body on top of him. Grinding against him with each and every one of König's thrusts. And the sounds - God! Heaven's choked, breathy moans and cries and König's deep, desperate sighs caused Ghost's heart to race. He could feel his cock beginning to harden again. His eyes rolled back in his head as he let it happen. He felt Satan's hot breath on his hand and tightened his grip on their lower jaw, bringing his other hand up to their lips and pushing past them. He was relieved they understood the objective, as they swirled their tongue around his fingers, coating them in saliva just like they'd done with his cock moments before.

Satan arched their back as König repeatedly hit their sweet spot. They cried out in pleasure, begging him not to stop as they careened towards their high.

Under them, Ghost tensed up as their ass pressed against his cock. He felt like he was about to go insane from the stimulation so shortly after his last orgasm. König gripped their hips, holding on for dear life as he chased his own high. He'd given up on trying to suppress his moans, letting them hear every sweet sound spilling from his lips.

"I'm close, so close", König stammered through gritted teeth, "Can't- Can't hold it much longer, ngh!"

Satan was quick to answer, speech slurred and a fucked-out expression on their face. " 'S okay! Ah- Cum with me!"

A choked moan ripped from their throat as he thrust all of himself into them. His voice gave out and his head fell backwards. Heaven saw stars as they came undone on his cock, clenching around him. They felt him pulse, shooting his load and coating their insides with his cum.

For a moment everyone was quiet, their ragged, out-of-sync breaths the only thing disturbing the silence.

Heaven gasped in surprise when they suddenly had Ghost's hands on their waist, pushing them down onto both his and König's dick, drawing a startled mewl from the other man. Ghost felt himself spill his seed between their sweat-soaked bodies, a deep moan rattling in his chest.

It took a moment for Ghost to come to his senses again. When he did, König had already taken a few steps back and zipped up his pants. He lifted Heaven off of him and searched his pockets for a rag or tissue to clean them both up.

"That's all it took you to behave. A nice, fat cock.", he chuckled to himself.

"I think we made quite a lot of noise. We should leave before someone else comes investigating strange noises on base.", König suggested and glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the door. "If... If you want to go again, you know where to find me."

"Yeah", Satan agreed with a tired smile. "Better make ourselves scarce."

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enbyonmandalore · 2 years

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Scum And Villainy

Boba Fett x gender neutral OC Tay-Lung Eris

Rating: NSFW 18+

Word count: 2124

Warnings: mention of panic attacks, rough penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do that, y'all), mild choking, dirty talk

Summary: After more or less spending seven months with Boba Fett, Eris gets cocky and Boba Fett doesn't put up with that

A/N: This one-shot is from the same alternate universe as The Green Void, so here's a refresher on that: Everyone in this AU is colorblind until they meet their soulmate. Eris is a smuggler who was hunted down by Boba Fett until they realized they were soulmates. Now they're his partner/protegée. Enjoy!

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Tay-Lung Eris knew every nook and cranny of the Slave 1 by now. Being the soulmate and partner in crime of Boba Fett had its pros and cons, one of those was being trapped on his ship for up to 48 hours at a time. But it was better than being handed over to the Empire, so they didn't complain out loud. At least not too often. Seven months ago Fett had confronted them on Coruscant and struck a deal - stay with him and be safe, or run away and be hunted down for the rest of their life. Like any sane person, Eris had chosen the first option. For days on end they had tried to think of a plan to ditch him again, but Fett was cautious and never let them out of his sight again.

Well, at least he didn't handcuff them or lock them up somewhere.

Running away may have been their entire life at one point, but running away from the best bounty hunter in the galaxy just didn't seem to be an option.

Right after Eris had agreed to come quietly those seven months ago, Boba Fett had taken back control over the situation. Once the ship's ramp was closed, Boba Fett had asked Eris to lay down their weapons.

"Only if you do, too.", they had said and waved with his blaster that they were still holding. Fett rolled his eyes and left the cargo hold, leaving Eris to figure it out. Eventually they began unbuckling their holster and lining up their weapons neatly on a storage crate. Their own blaster next to his, a thermal detonator and a smaller flare-gun that they kept in their right boot. A sliding door opened across the room and in came Boba Fett, now only wearing his gray flight suit, no armor at all. He took one quick glance at the weapons Eris had spread out on the crate and raised an eyebrow.

"I said all weapons."

Eris shrugged, but Fett didn't break eye contact. He gestured at Eris' left ankle and they groaned in frustration. Eris pulled off their boot and set down a vibro blade next to the other weaponry. Fett finally nodded approvingly.

Seven months was a long time, but becoming accustomed to one another was difficult. Especially since Fett was gone a lot of the time. The time they spent "together" consisted of trying to sneakily watch each other from across the cockpit or catch the other in a moment of vulnerability. Sometimes Boba Fett made a stupid comment.

"You look amusing when you're frustrated.", he'd say and Eris would snort dismissively.

"Shut up, Fett."

"You can call me by my first name, you know?"

"Okay, Boba Fett."

And so on...

But lately business seemed to be running slow, or at least there was nothing going on that was worth the attention of the galaxy's best bounty hunter, because Fett hadn't left the Slave 1 in a week now. Growing increasingly annoyed at the same-old view of gray walls, red flashing lights and the nothingness of outer space, Eris decided to test the limits. Today they were feeling more confident than usual, almost comfortable around their star-crossed soulmate. That was rare and they wanted to act on it while it lasted. Deep down, they knew what was causing their spurt of confidence - more than half a year of abstinence was a lot, even for them, and it was hard to admit, but they felt a desperate need to be touched.

So Tay-Lung Eris made their way into the cockpit of the Slave 1, where Boba Fett was sitting.

How long can he just sit there and stare outside?, Eris pondered while approaching him. Fett, of course, had already noticed them but didn't budge until Eris was directly behind the pilot's seat. "Hey bucket-head.", Eris greeted him with a crooked grin. Boba Fett turned his head ever so slightly in their direction and Eris could see their warped reflection in his T-visor. The red paint around it seemed to be even more chipped than last time...

"Hey Rebel scum."

"Heeeyy", Eris drew out the word unnecessarily long, "That was mean."

"I thought we were stating facts.", Fett replied bluntly.

Eris opted to give him a tap on the top of his helmet. "Bounty hunters are the real scum and villainy in this galaxy.", they muttered under their breath. Boba Fett reacted quicker than they thought this time. In a split second he'd gotten up from his seat and was now standing in front of them, with mere inches between their bodies. If Eris wasn't so sure of themselves today, they'd be much more intimidated by the bounty hunter.

"Oh yeah?", Fett said and tilted his head to the side, "I'll show you exactly what kind of scum I am, little one."

A feisty grin spread across Eris' face. They had him exactly where they wanted him. "Yeah? Do your worst."

A gasp escaped Eris' lips when Fett's hand suddenly darted forward, shoving them one step backwards, then two, until they backed up against the wall.

"I am going to wipe that kriffing grin off of your face, Eris, and I'll replace it with you screaming my name." Eris' heart was beating so fast it threatened to explode when he said that, but they managed to hold the presumed eye contact. They could feel the blood rushing into their cheeks and elsewhere.

The air was thick with sexual tension by now...

Fett dragged Eris away from the wall by the collar of their shirt, a low growl emitting from his vocoder. Eris stumbled against the pilot's chair. Boba Fett spun them around and pushed them forward, so their body was bent over the ship's dashboard.

Eris sucked in a breath as he pressed his hips against their backside. His cock was already hard. They heard a hiss of air and one moment later Fett set his helmet down on the console. Eris' smile unconsciously widened even more. Boba Fett's hands roamed over their back, finding their way under Eris' shirt; his hands were cold and it gave Eris goosebumps. Then his hands slid down their sides to their hips and, still pressing his crotch against their ass, Fett unbuckled their belt.

"Let's see if you're still this cocky after I'm done with you.", Fett growled and yanked down their pants in one swift move. A quiet clicking sound alerted Eris to the fact that he was unfastening his flight suit as well. Moments later they felt the tip of his cock against their entrance and couldn't help the faint whimper escaping their throat.

"There's still time to say No.", Fett reminded them tauntingly and Eris scoffed in response. "Did you not hear me? I said do your worst, bounty hunter."

Strong hands grabbed their hips to hold them in place as he slowly pushed his length inside. Inch by inch, Eris took the fat tip of his cock and then the rest, even though it took their breath away.

Fett bit back a moan as he bottomed out and then continued to steadily thrust into them.

As the feeling became more familiar, Eris allowed themselves to meet his thrusts by moving their hips back and forth. Soon their bodies were working in harmony, Boba Fett's cock smoothly sliding in and out of them and their hole clenching tight around him. Fett sped up his movements and a hand found it's way to Eris' throat, his open palm covering their throat.

"You like that?", they heard him grunt. He sounded concentrated and as though he was speaking through gritted teeth.

"Ah, Maker", Eris whimpered as he thrust all of his length into them again, "This is beyond anything I've thought about."

"Is that so?", he teased. Fett pulled himself nearly all the way out and paused there for a second, before slamming back in. Boba Fett groaned loudly and his fingers dug into Eris' bare flesh. They felt his cock pulse inside them and the sensation brought them even closer to their own edge.

"Why so quiet, huh?", Fett scoffed and grabbed a handful of Eris' hair, pulling their head up and forcing their back into an arch. "I want to hear you scream my name."

He then pulled himself almost all the way out again, paused and thrust back in with even more force, hitting that sweet spot inside them. A sound, that could only be described as a cry of pleasure left Eris' mouth, followed by a gasp for air. "Say it.", the bounty hunter ordered and repeated his actions again. And this time Eris didn't hold back. When his hips connected with their ass another choked scream came out of their mouth, followed by the name of the man in control.

"Fett! Boba F-Fett!"

In the back of their mind they imagined the smug look on his face, but Fett's voice next to their ear brought them back to reality. "You're mine, little one, don't you forget that." His voice was more of a breathy moan than anything else when his lips ghosted against their ear. "And- I'm all yours.", he confessed.

Eris' legs trembled and Boba Fett held on to their hips to keep them in place as they squirmed, desperate for him to continue moving. The bounty hunter took his time exploring their body with both hands and every touch was met with a moan from their lips. Eris let out a pained whine and pushed their hips back against him, a desperate plea for him to move. Finally he complied and picked up the pace of his thrusts until they both were little more than moaning messes, with Eris begging him not to stop.

" 'm close", Boba Fett barely whispered, "Where-?"

Where can I cum?, Eris' mind auto-completed his sentence and between thrusts they managed to answer: "My -ah- back"

His movements quickened and his hips hitting their ass made a squelching noise as their own high approached. A hand slipped down to Eris' most sensitive area and began rubbing their sex. Eris felt tears well up in their eyes. A nebula of different colors exploded behind their eyelids as they were finally pushed over the edge. They weren't sure anymore, but maybe they screamed his name again.

His cock pulsed inside them and his grip around them tightened as he thrust himself balls-deep into them one last time before pulling out. Eris felt his cock shoot rope after rope of cum and they both let out an exhausted moan.

A moment passed, then Boba Fett stepped away. Eris already felt the aching emptiness of their hole, but shoved it to the back of their mind. Fett came back with a rag and began silently cleaning up the mess he had made on their back.

After they had recollected themselves and pulled their pants back up, Eris sat down in the passenger seat of the Slave 1, taking a moment to appreciate the colorful cloud of particles outside the window. Out of the corner of their eye they noticed Boba Fett watching them. they shot him a quick look before going back to admiring the colors of space.

"What is it, cyare? Are you okay?", Boba Fett asked and stepped closer, resting his hand on their shoulder.

"I don't speak whatever language that is.", Eris replied with a sigh.

"It's Mando'a.", Fett explained.

"And what does it mean?"

"Something like dear."

Cyare

Eris thought about the expression for a while and the cockpit filled with silence again.

I like that

"Eris", Fett finally spoke, "If there is anything more that I can do for you, please, speak freely. You don't need to be afraid." Anymore., Eris added to his sentence mentally. They still had nightmares sometimes, waking up in a cold sweat before remembering that they were safe for now.

"You're doing it again.", Boba Fett then stated with a lazy smile.

"Doing what?", Eris replied and blinked in confusion.

"Staring."

"If I didn't get a say in you being my soulmate, I can at least appreciate the way you look."

Boba let out a chuckle and Eris swore they saw his cheeks turn a darker shade as he turned away. I wonder if anyone has ever told him how good he looks...

"Where are we going next, cyare?", Eris asked Boba and took a look at the autopilot settings. He laughed again, probably because they horribly mispronounced the word. "Tatooine.", he answered.

"Huh. The perfect place for scum and villainy...", Eris replied with a sarcastic eye roll. Boba turned to look at them and grimaced.

"Who the scum and villainy is, lies in the eye of the beholder."

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