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And the old man Kita himself.

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The Helmeted Hunter: Chapter 6

Boba Fett x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Surprise, there’s fighting

AO3 Link (In case you like it better over there, it’s okay, no judgement)

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Chapter 6: No Fighting

There was no reason for you to be so excited to see your old, outdated, barely-functioning music player other than the fact you'd never expected to see any of your belongings while captive on a strange planet. But you were.

"Where did you get this?" you asked of the man sitting across the table. You held the device close to your chest, not wanting it to be taken from you while you tried to wrap your head around what was happening.

A trail of smoke wafted from the cigar in his mouth. He shrugged. "Maz found it."

"Where?" Both you and Boba asked in unison. You glanced over at the bounty hunter, puzzled.

Elon exhaled a cloud of smoke as he nodded at Boba. "She tracked your transmission to a planet in the outer rim. Jelucan. But all she found was some abandoned hovel with nothing but a chair and... that... whatever it is. Nothing about who this buyer is or where he can be found next."

It suddenly clicked with you."Wait, you don't even know who you're doing business with?" You couldn't help but sound bewildered as you now addressed your captor. What kind of bounty hunter was he?

It was unclear what emotion Boba was regarding you with as he trained his helmet in your direction and stared in silence.

"Feisty little thing," the man called Elon said with a chuckle.

Boba stayed silent a moment longer and then cleared his throat as he turned to your host across the table.

"Thanks for the information." He dug out a satchel of coins from his pocket and tossed it on the table.

Elon puffed on his cigar, his fingers dancing over the small bag.

"No need for payment, Fett. You know Maz prefers to deal in favors. Besides...."

The old man's nervousness you'd noticed earlier suddenly returned as he shifted around in his seat, grinding his cigar in an ashtray and glancing at the curtain that closed in the booth. You could feel Boba tensing beside you. Only a couple of weeks with the guy and you were already picking up on the subtle cues of his emotions.

"I've been compensated elsewhere." Elon looked up from slightly hooded lids with an expression you couldn't name but were frightened by nonetheless. His mouth twitched in a grimace. "I had no choice."

The curtain drew back to reveal two figures holding guns. They seemed human-esque, but it was hard to know for sure underneath their bulky vests and dark cloaks and robotic-looking helmets. You gulped at their appearance, grateful that Boba was sitting between you and whatever new threat they presented.

Boba was still tense, but did not immediately react. He calmly took back his money and addressed the cowering old man. "You would break Maz's one rule for this?"

Elon was staring at his folded hands on the table. "There's no need to break any rules, Fett. If you cooperate with them..."

Boba scoffed. "Cooperate with Crimson Dawn. How funny."

"Give us the girl," one of the figures said, its voice distorted and garbled by the helmet it wore.

Your heart felt like it stopped beating. This was all becoming too much for you. Why did everyone from low-life bounty hunters to the Empire want you so badly? What value were you to these people? Why could you not just go home and resume your normal, boring life in peace?

Boba rose, stepping out of the booth to stand in front of these "Crimson Dawn" people. He was significantly shorter than them, but he didn't seem to let that fact faze him. He looked up at them confidently and said, "You'll have to fight me for her."

You remembered the sign from the entrance: All are welcome (No fighting). The one rule in Maz's palace. Boba was challenging them.

"Very well," the other one said.

It all happened so quickly. Guns were raised but never fired. Punches were thrown and kicks were landed. The curtain was somehow pulled down and used as a weapon. The lively sounds from the bar below ceased as the other guests started to notice what was happening upstairs. Their fight eventually sent the three mercenaries careening down the hall and out of your sight. Elon was long gone.

You stayed curled in the corner of the booth, not daring to move from its current safety. It took you an embarrassingly long time to realize that you were no longer tethered to the bounty hunter's belt anymore. The cord was still tied around your waist, but the end lay limp on the seat next to you. Boba must have unstrapped it at some point earlier, knowing a fight was possible and that he couldn't bring you into it.

One of the cloaked figures rolled back down the hall and into your view. At first it seemed to be knocked out, but then you could see it stirring, getting a feel for its surroundings again. It looked behind its shoulder at the fight it'd just been pushed from, and then it looked over at you.

Your body reacted on pure instinct. You climbed over the table and made to run the opposite way down the hall. The figure's hand caught your wrist, yanking you back forcefully. You yelped out in surprise and tried to twist yourself from its grip. The music player had been in your hand and was now clattering onto the ground, but you couldn't worry about that. Its other hand reached out to grasp your shoulder. Now that its body was square with yours, you took advantage and thrust out a leg toward its midsection. Your foot did not connect as forcefully as you wanted, barely pushing the creature a step backward and not even loosening its hold on you. You were about to throw your whole body at it when a blaster shot rang out and the figure collapsed in front of you.

A few feet away, Boba was turning to block an attack from the second figure, but you caught enough of his stance to know he'd been the one to shoot.

You didn't dwell, deciding this was finally your chance to make a run for it once and for all. You dashed back down the stairs and slipped into the crowd that had gathered to watch the action on the balcony above. You could hear clashing and banging and even some grunting. A bronze protocol droid rushed past you, calling out for the fighting to stop, or else.

You casually made your way back out the front entrance, the courtyard all but deserted in favor of watching the fight inside. You paused to catch your breath and calm your nerves.

It occurred to you that you had a few options to proceed. You could try to navigate this planet on your own, as you once did when you'd first been spat through the portal. That hadn't turned out so well. And with so many people out to get you, it'd be even harder to hide on your own.

You could go back inside and find someone to help you. A kind soul or a smuggler, even. They wouldn't need to know who you were or that you had a hefty bounty on your head. Just that you needed a ride home.

Except, you weren't sure that home was the right place to go at the moment. You'd turned so you were looking up at the statue above the entrance, assuming this was the Maz they kept referring to. She'd been looking for the buyer and instead found your music player. Someone out there had your things. You wanted, needed to know how and why.

Your gaze wandered down to fixate on the flag with the melting skull. And with a sinking feeling, you knew where you needed to go.

~ ~ ~

Boba Fett stomped back through the forest to his ship, kicking aside rocks and swatting away branches with annoyance. But when he finally rounded the hill and came into view of the Slave I, he halted his angry march in surprise.

You gave him a little wave from your perch on the ship's ramp. On the one hand, you took pleasure in catching him off guard like this. He no doubt believed you had run away, and instead, here you were waiting for him. In a way, it gave you a sense of power to be so unexpected.

But on the other hand, you were also relieved to see him. You'd hoped he'd escape the fight with Crimson Dawn like he had with the Imperial troopers, but there was no guarantee. What if he hadn't made it back? You didn't know how to pilot a ship, or even how to open the front door. And, also, despite not being a fan of your status as his prisoner, you'd still be a little sad if something happened to him. You weren't so cold hearted as to celebrate someone's demise.

He slowly, almost cautiously, approached you. You stood and met him at the foot of the ramp.

"You could've been halfway off the planet by now," he said.

You gave a small smirk. "No, I'd be dead at the bottom of a cliff by now. The truth is... I kind of need you...."

You felt your cheeks start to heat into a blush so you quickly looked away. You weren't sure why you were suddenly embarrassed; your plan had worked great in your head, but admitting you needed this bounty hunter's help sounded awkward out loud. You cleared your throat and tried to start over.

"Look, I know you're only protecting me because you want to get paid. But I'll take it. I don't need a friend, I just need help figuring out what's going on. I want to find this buyer as much as you do."

As expected, he was silent. But you knew now he was only thinking, processing your words, deciding how to respond. You gave him a little time, but ended up adding, "So, you're kind of stuck with me."

He huffed, the closest sound to a laugh he could manage.

"Alright, then," he nodded, starting to make his way up the ramp. As he walked past you, he paused long enough to fish something out of his pocket and hand to you.

Your music player.

As you followed him back into the Slave I, you let yourself smile, cheerful and hopeful.

[snarwor]

moon and old stars - chapter 3

Din/Boba Daddy Kink Yay!! As always link to AO3 at the bottom.

Part 1 | Part 2

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Reward?

“You think you don’t deserve a reward?” Fett asked, curious.

Din shook his head, but spoke his confusion. “I wasn’t aware that was...part of this.”

“Anything you like can be part of this,” Fett said calmly. “Would you rather be punished for a job well done?”

“I’m not even…” Din gestured at Fett’s prick, still an almost angry-red, slick with spit. “You’re not…”

“You’ve been good, is all that matters to me. I want you to know that.”

Din ducked his head, shy from the praise, the talk of rewards, and...punishment. Just the idea had him shivering in anticipation, wanting to know what the end of Fett’s tether looked like. Surely the man’s fuse wasn’t that long. But…

“I want to finish the job first. You told me—”

“I know what I told you.” Fett’s hand came back to his head from the back of his neck. “You want to make me come for you?”

“Yes,” Din whispered. He’d never been more sure of anything, but it was still a bit of a thrill to acknowledge it.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.” It was becoming easier for Din to say it, to think it, since he’d first stumbled over the word at the beginning of all this.

“That’s my good boy.” Din cut off the whine building in his throat by swallowing Fett’s cock back down again, eager to please him, to win his approval and feel like he’d earned it. “You want me to finish in your mouth or on your face?”

Din moaned around the thick length in his mouth, eyes rolling back again with a helpless shift of his hips to accompany it. He pulled off to rasp, “You choose,” while still pumping Fett’s dick in his hand.

“On your face, then. I want to see you marked as mine, I want you to feel it every time you look in the mirror. I want you to give yourself over to the need and let me mark you up how I want. Because good boys know who they belong to, don’t they?”

Din moaned again, and nodded, still sucking down more than he had before. It was becoming easier to do, his mouth getting used to the stretch, the intrusion, the taste, the texture. It was almost trance-like, with its rhythm and repetitive movements. He took his time, though, knowing Fett would want this drawn out, knowing it was his first time. It gave him the chance to think about what it would feel like when Fett came. If his prick is this hot now, how hot would his come be, all over his face?

He moved faster, spurred at the thought of being told how good he was again. It was why he’d even said yes to this second time, wasn’t it? He was helpless under Fett’s words and watch, and he loved the feeling that came with it.

No matter what he did here, if he followed the rules, no matter what, he still belonged to Fett, and that was all that mattered. Something clicked in Din’s brain, like a switch being thrown on a faraway wall, and a tingly, heavy feeling draped over him, like few dozen blankets at once. He whimpered and felt his support arm wobble, ready to give out.

“Jate, ad’ika. Ja—!”

Fett held him up in one hand, stroking off his prick in the other. He groaned again, still cursing in Mando’a, as he came. The first splash against the side of Din’s cheek hit him almost like an afterthought. He made a soft noise and his mouth fell open, slack and wanting. Another spurt of come, hot as sin, landed across his mouth, some getting in his mouth. He found he didn’t mind the taste, or if he did, he was in too subdued a mindset to really know. Fett smeared the last of his release across Din’s other cheek, marking him up just as promised.

Din, as an effect of never taking his helmet off and only really caring about his face when he absolutely had to, had fairly sensitive skin, and couldn’t not think about the spunk on him. It was the same effect as a hand around his throat. He knew he was fucked, and there was nowhere else he wanted to be but this moment.

He darted his tongue out to lap up a little more of the come on his lip, a sight which made Fett practically purr. The hand on his face shifted, a thumb wiping off the rest of the come on one cheek and feeding it to the boy. Din dutifully cleaned the digit in his mouth, sucking softly and leaning into the touch. Fett did the same for the other side.

Din finally collapsed onto the bed, arms giving out at long last. His head rested on Fett’s thigh, how it had not a few hours earlier, though that context was incredibly different than how they were now.

Everything about Din’s life was incredibly different now.

He made a gentle noise in the back of his throat, frowning at the soreness in his mouth and tongue. “Rest easy, ad’ika.” The hand returned to his hair, gently petting him. “Is there something you’d like as reward?”

“I don’t know what to ask for,” Din said honestly. “Forgiveness? I was acting cold, like you said.”

“You need not ask for that here, my boy. There’s no—”

“If not in here, then out there. Forgiveness for the shame I’ve brought to our people. The dishonor.” Din wasn’t usually this mopey, but his emotions were keyed up and mercurial. “There is no repentance for what I’ve done, the shame I’ve brought.”

“There’s no defined rules for sinners, either.” Fett frowned down at the man. “Creeds are different from man to man.”

“Honor and dishonor need no writing down for me to know what it means.” And Din felt a lot of it in the last several days. What was it Mayfeld said? Seems to me like your rules start to change when you get desperate. That’s not the Way he was raised with.

“We are Mandalorian. We exist in the gray area because we are righteous and downright cruel at times but we finish the job because we gave our word. Any honor you bring is brought. And it is not something to be lost.”

“I broke the tenet on—“

“Tenets for a creed with no route of forgiveness or nuance to them are flawed. Not evil by nature, but still. Flawed.” Fett was not going to let Din talk himself in circles about philosophy and logic, which would have rankled him outside of this room, but something told Din that he was silencing the topic out of genuine care for how Din felt. “Do you know the difference between a distraction and a solution?”

“They’re completely different, if you’re trying to make a point about nuance.”

“Then know what it is you’re asking for. What’s required in a distraction is different than what is required in a solution. Both of which are options I have on the table, but you will have to make that choice, ad’ika.”

Din’s breath caught in his throat, how it did every time Fett used the endearment. It was a bit heavier now, though. “What is the solution, then?”

“Until you get your footing back, when you aren’t spiraling without purpose and drowning in shame, you listen to me, you follow me, you take my lead. I am not a man used to luxury, but I am used to being alone in the galaxy.”

“And when your debt to me is repaid?” Din asked, thinking it all sounded a bit too good to be true.

“Then we will renegotiate. Until then, you need straightening out of the lines someone’s crossed in your head.” He followed his words with another slow pass of his hand over Din’s hair. “Come up here. You might feel better.”

“I’m fine.”

Fett shot him another look, one that echoed don’t think I was asking. Din crawled up, unsure of where he was wanted until Fett put him in his lap, curled up with his legs all tangled together to the side. His head was gently guided to the crook of Fett’s neck, and for some reason, it felt more comforting than Din had anticipated. He breathed Fett’s scent in, just that skin smell and the general scent of Slave I, but it was enough for Din to be caught off-guard when a hand went to the fly of his pants.

“What are you doing?” Din asked, heartrate jacking up again.

“Don’t think you’re going to get out of a reward just because you made those eyes at me.” It was a little insane, Din thought, that he was wording the promise of a reward as if it was something Din was avoiding.

Was he?

“Okay,” Din said, shifting a little. He’d never...done this with another person. In the times he’d managed to get a hand on himself, it wasn’t to any fantasy of writhing bodies or hot skin. Embarrassingly, some of his fantasies had played out a little something like this:

He’d be safe, first of all. The how wasn’t important, nor was the where. Din would know he was secure enough to let his guard down and indulge in a few minutes of pleasure, something to numb the edge of tragedy that had its arrowhead aimed at Din’s heart. Before he did something too dumb like think about it too hard, he’d move on to the rest of his fantasy. Unseen hands, on an unknown person, would undress him and pet down his body. Checking for injuries, in an almost clinical manner, if it weren’t for the lingering touches to the broad scars and freckles that never really seemed to go away.

The hands would curl around his bare waist, and he would be lifted - really. He’d be lifted up and brought higher, held aloft, like even gravity couldn’t touch him. Din would have his back against some cloud or something - didn’t matter. In no part of his fantasies did he expect a sense of reality, because this was always something he could never have. Then those hands would take their time, taking him apart and touching him in the secret places he’d only dared to caress in his most careless moments. It would coalesce into a climax, spilling into his hand with a strangled moan, but it was always, always over too soon.

Fett moved like he had all the time in the world with Din, moving his pants down to his knees. Din groaned into his neck at the feeling. He’d been hard this whole time, but was flagging a little when he’d started questioning his own honor. Fett’s determined grasp around his prick dispelled that whole notion, though, and most other thoughts Din still had hanging on in his brain. He whined a little at the feeling. He couldn’t ever get into the feeling of being touched by his own hands, which was probably why he reacted so desperately to kneeling and being pet earlier. Fett’s hands were weathered and calloused from ship repair, blaster pistols, and hard life, yet every touch he gave Din was with a reverent sweetness that brought a flutter to Din’s chest.

The hand on his back, keeping him upright, left for a moment, and reached to the side. Fett opened something one-handed, and Din almost jolted at the feeling of slick wetness around his cock. He gave a choked-off gasp and looked. Fett had poured some kind of lube, smelling faintly of cloves and leather. It made the glide of his hand that much easier, and allowed him to add more pressure in his grip. Din’s hips stuttered helplessly, his cock already leaking at the feeling. He wouldn’t last long.

“Come on, ad’ika, just let me make you feel good. You’ve been so good for me, haven’t you?” Fett rumbled in his ear.

“Daddy!” Din choked, tensing all over, and jerking in his arms as he spilled into Fett’s hand. He heard some whining noise, and realized belatedly that it was him making the noise. He choked on another moan, aftershocks of pleasure breaking through his nerves like a sledgehammer to glass. He shook apart in Fett’s arms, until his breathing evened out and he melted, boneless, into the embrace.

“Good boy, that’s my good boy. Come for daddy. That’s it.” Fett wiped his hand on the bedsheet, and cleaned off Din’s cock as well as possible before turning them to the side. “Just close your eyes, and rest for me. I’ll take care of you and keep you safe.”

“Th’nk you, daddy. Vor’e. Vor’e.”

“Draar entye.”

Like that, curled together, Din slept for the first time since the kid had been taken.

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[tomdiddlyumptious]

P.P| One Last Time... Please

Summary: you and peter, really, really, love Minecraft

Warnings: none? Cuteness and mostly sadness?

A/n: it hits different with the tapes of c418, Sweden. Or even stuff we did... this ones for my gamers. Love you babe.

you and peter go way back, from diapers. At eight playing minecraft and staying up till 7 in the morning and falling asleep on the floor, making May giggle but frightened about how you both left the pizza rolls in the oven. It was happy and cheerful.

but you distanced.

you became more popular and peter was slipping away finger by finger. Soon it was to late to hold on. He met ned and you met liz, the golden girls you both are, peter thought about you a lot, and you did too. But whenever you were online he wasnt and vice versa. It wasnt any of your faults, you just found makeup more satisfying then science.

you could only wish the best for each other and give a pat on the back for making it this far, you both loved each other after all, not like that. It was sad to let go but it was reality, and theres no faking that.

you let go of the xbox and threw it out, you kept the one and only game forever though, unlocking memories and making you miss peter, a lot. To much. You instantly bought a ps4 and set everything up, becoming online and playing minecraft for a while, only to get bored and sad at the entrance.

the potions you sipped and make an ice trail, called it roller skating. It just all fell back to peter, the only and only peter. The one whod kiss your bandaids and chase you around the apartment until the food was ready or you had athsma attack, which peter would also kiss away, but hed kiss your heart most importantly.

"youll never catch me! Haha!" Your eight year old self giggled as peters hands were out, chasing you and wanting to wrap his hands around your waist.

"your no gingerbread man! Get over here!" He said as he ran faster. You breath suddenly quickened as you started to slow down and fall on your knees, your breath rigged as you held your heart, peters eyebrows furrowed as he watched your body fall.

he slowed down when he walked up to you on your knees "hey, are you okay?" He asked and he got on his knees before you, you looked at him as your heartbeat was still fast. He bit his lip and put his hand on top of yours, holding it.

"May, im scared... i dont think y/ns alright!" He screamed as he watched your body, you knees got weak as your legs made a 'w' peter still not letting your hand go.

May quickly made her way over and looked at your body, her phone falling as she ran to you and gently removed peters hand, picking you up bridal style "open the door for me hun, we need to go too the doctors" peter nodded and ran to open the foor swiftly, grabbing the keys from the bowl and unlocking the car as may was already walking down the stairs as fast as she can.

the ride was quick and had peter rambling "is she alright? Her heartbeat us fast, MAY ANSWER, is she gonna die? Oh no please y/n dont die please, i need you, what about minecraft? Please?" He asked, unbuckling the seatbelt and making his way over to your still hot body and soothing your cheek with his thumb.

you sat in the hospital bed all checked up, smiling as may brought you boba that peter ordered for you.

"your safe now, y/n. They told me your heart is like heavy or something, i pay attention dont worry. Let me make you feel better please" he whispered to you, his short body trying to climb up the bed, he pulled down your dress a bit to get to you top of your chest, just below your collarbone, to press a soft kiss.

"that should make it feel better"

and it did. So when you played COD online you came across 'peteyspakistan' and your eyebrows furrowd in confusion as he invited you to a party, currently 12:00 at night, you answered of course.

"hey, y/n"

you put your mic on mute to gasp and get up from the end of your bed to jump on it, soon reminding yourself to say hi back.

"hi, petey"

"thats funny, your still the only one who calls me that"

"shouldnt i be the only one?"

peters heart warmed as the memories flooded his mind, he bit his lip as he soon closed his recent game to play minecraft, soon inviting you.

"hows your heart, buba" he called you it because your obsession with boba.

"i dont know wanna kiss it again?" You reply as you enter his game, the classic “wonders of the y/n and peter saga”

You both lived in a separate but same house, just connected, you lived in a desert to replicate star wars just a bit, robbed villagers, ran away from baby zombies who sat on chickens, went swimming a whole lot. You and peter were against the world.

“Hey, you arent no gingerbread man” his voice a bit raspy as he chuckled to himself.

“Oh be quiet” you said as you walked in your house, the classic quartz and white block floor with the pretty pink wool walls, a dog named “bobo” and a flag of pink, purple, and blue. Which you didnt know was gonna pop back into your life with actual meaning.

You and peter breaded your dogs a few times, his dogs name was “spike” he wanted cats at first but they were to hard to get.

“Hey wanna make a little change to the house?” He asks, you reply with a yes as he breaks his bed and comes to you, placing the old style red one next to the other red one, his steve crouching at your alex repeatedly as he jumps and lands into bed.

You laugh and lay right next to him.

“That was totally worth losing your checkpoint” you joke and peter gets it, laughing.

“Hey wanna come over and burn some pizza rolls?”

“Of course, peter. Can you warm my heart too?”

“Id love too”