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A State of Mind

Daddy!Din Djarin x F!Reader

“I’m your Daddy.” - Pedro Pascal’s actual words.

He said it. I will not apologize for where my mind went with it.

Summary: Din Djarin has kinks that he doesn’t even know he has. He’s leaning into it though. The second the name falls from your mouth, he knows he's in trouble. Word Count: 9k Chapter Warnings: MINORS ABSOLUTELY DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS. 18+ RATING SO EXPLICIT I SHOULD BE SENT TO HELL FOR EVEN THINKING THIS. this is daddy kink filth and I’m not even sorry. soft dom!din djarin, p in v sex, fingering, creampies and cumplay, praise kinks, lil bit of violence Notes: this came from the darkest depths of my daddy kink loving soul and I- I’m sorry but I’m also not.

[post on ao3]

The second he stepped into the ship’s cockpit, I was on top of him, riding his lap, really grinding on him and driving him nuts. The Razor Crest was still in park, not even moving yet. I hadn’t given him time to even start the ship before I pounced on him. Normally, he’d scold me for this because he has a job to do first you know but he’d been gone far too long.

It had been almost three weeks since I’d seen him last and he was secretly just as eager as me to get a little indecent. The Kid had been sleeping for the entire day, which meant no distractions. Timing was everything.

The muffled sound of his harsh breathing through the vocoder in his helmet was enough to get me off. His hands roved along my lower back, gloves smoothing down the curve of my ass to grip hard and move me to his liking. He had absolutely no patience today. “Need you now. Right now.” He demanded. His beskar clad body clattered against the pilot’s seat as he plopped down into it.

I giggled eagerly, working with his hands to pull my bottoms down off my legs. “Stars, did ya miss me that much?” I joked, tearing down the cowl around his neck and burying my face in his overheated skin. I nibbled gently, tracing my tongue along the veins strained from holding his helmeted head up for days straight with no rest.

“I did. Fuck- I did.” He let out a harsh whisper as I sucked a deep bruise into the space where his neck joined his collar bone and rutted my hips along his codpiece. His excitement already straining behind his armor and jutting into the space between my waiting thighs. “I can’t fucking wait.”

His hands slid between us, removing the metal covering and tossing it to the floor with a clang. I loosened the closure of his bottoms and looked up into his helmet as I wrapped a hand around his painfully hard cock. “Then I won’t make you.” I muttered, feeling wet droplets of precum already dripping down the shaft. I slid a thumb over his slit and watched his chest stutter as he gasped for air at the sudden pressure.

Not one to be outdone, he trailed his hand around the curve of my hip, resting a palm on my hip bone and coaxing a thumb gently across my clit. My other hand gripped the pauldron on his shoulder and tightened as he guided more fingertips down into my wet heat. “So fucking wet, pretty girl. You were ready for me…” He laughed softly, the impressed smile nearly visible through the helmet.

I nodded, fumbling at his pants opened up at his waist to silently ask him to get them out of my way. I wanted to forgo any teasing or foreplay, I simply couldn’t take anymore. “Off. Please.” I asked, still sliding his thick cock through my gently twisting fist. He thrusted his hips up, tugging his pants just far enough down to reveal his center comfortably.

“Ready for me?” He checked, gripping onto my half clothed hips with one hand and brushing my hair from my eyes with the other.

“Yes please, Din, let me ride you.” I moaned, lining the head of his cock with my entrance and keeping eye contact with the dark center where his eyes should be. He nodded his helmet to signal his approval and I sank down on top of him.

And suddenly he was there. Right there. My senses are heightened, everywhere so completely touch sensitive, noticing every little sound emitting from him and the ship around us. The high is so intoxicatingly within reach. I tossed my head back to moan when I saw a flash of blue dart past the cockpits door frame.

Not a single thing in this entire ship is blue.

Not me, not him and not the Kid.

The Kid. Fuck.

I wondered if he noticed, but the way he was gut deep inside of me and still relentlessly pounding said he hadn't. The way he was slamming into me made the blood rush in my ears and the adrenaline pump a bold confidence from my fingertips to my toes.

The blue figure was just outside the kid’s quarters, hopelessly searching for a way to pry the locked door open. Probably judging, by the sound of it, that the ship’s owner was too preoccupied right now to notice.

His short blaster was still attached to his hip, dangling from the holster on the pants that were pooling under his thighs. He was lost within me, so thoroughly enjoying all he missed about me. I slid my hand down into the holster he could no longer feel and wrapped my fingers around the weapon’s handle. Gripping it in my still spent covered hands, I switched it off of stun and back into blast mode, resting a finger shaking from aroused anticipation on the trigger.

The blunt of his head careened into the base of my insides, a stunning groan leaving my lips as I felt myself toppling into a gravity shaking orgasm. I channeled the pleasure into focus, letting every muscle in my body relax and dropping my mouth open to emit a single sound.

“Daddy.”

I blissfully called out, gripping on his forearm possessively. I took in a final gasp as I tightened around him. He let out a harsh groan, reeling in response to a name I’d never called him before.

“Fuck.” He hissed, hips sputtering into me and threatening to throw off my aim. I bit down on the flesh of my bicep, using it to balance my shot. I waited, the waves of orgasm crashing through me over and over as I watched for the target to lean into view.

The back of a blue Rodian head slowly appeared, stepping back to reassess how this goddamn door might open. The bounty hunter turned to think and immediately locked eyes with my hooded, lust blown gaze. My walls collapsed around Din just as my finger squeezed the trigger.

BANG.

Red blaster fire streamed across the ship, light reflecting off the crest’s shiny metal walls. It was a perfect hit, burning a hole clear through the Rodian’s head right between the eyes. The figure toppled over onto the floor with a thunk.

Din’s rolling hip movements were slowing, death grip on my hip bones loosening as he panted out of his own climax. I felt the fluid warmth of his spend pooling inside me and dripping down my legs. He turned his helmeted gaze up to look at me, his trusted blaster in my cum covered hands. He laughed softly, both impressed and absolutely exhausted from relieving himself like this. “What…was that…?” He cocked his head with curiosity, attempting to crane around to see what I was shooting at.

I tucked the blaster into my own holster and ran my now relaxed palms down his chest. “Some very unlucky bastard.” I replied, looking down at the mess pooling between our laps.

He sat rigid against me now, realizing what I meant. “What? Coming for th-the..kid…and you…?” He pointed an ungloved finger at me and then a thumb at the still unseen, freshly dead body behind us.

“All under control. Cumming helps me focus I guess…” I said, reaching for the blaster and spinning it in my hands. His cock between my legs twitched again, the semi-hard member springing to life again at the sight of me with his weapon in hand.

“Stars, how'd I get this lucky?” He asked incredulously, gripping my hips again and lifting us both up. He pulled himself out of me and set me down on my feet, pulling his pants up uncomfortably over his still hardening cock. “Let’s go see how you did.” I could practically see the smirk of pride beaming under his helmet.

I walked behind him, my still very naked form crossing the ship. I grabbed my top, sliding it over my body and my bottoms up my legs. I left the cockpit, his footsteps following me more urgently now. I knelt down to the rodian on the ground, body still warm and tracking fob blinking aggressively in its hand. “Thought I saw a tracking fob.” I scoffed, tossing it on the ground and shattering it to bits

“Clean shot though. Right between the eyes. Don’t know how you managed to be so accurate while I was buried in you.” He growled, wrapping still needy hands around my waist and rutting into my ass gently. I spun around in his grip and pulled his loosely tied pants toward me.

“Like I said, you help me focus.”

“..Some kind of target practice..” He joked, heavy helmet looking down at my wrecked frame before him and then at the still open ship door. “Next time, I’m making you wait until we’re in the air.” He pushed our bodies apart gently, grabbing the corpse by the front of its pocketed vest and hurling it out the open ramp with one hand. I jammed the door close button with my open palm as soon as the body hit the ground, kicking the destroyed fob out after it.

“Yeah, that was too close. Sorry.” I apologized, feeling kind of bad for putting us and the kid in such a dangerous predicament.

“Sorry, Daddy.” He corrected, folding his arms in front of him as he leaned on the ship's wall, watching me with amusement. I looked back at his helmeted gaze and blushed. “Don’t think we ever talked about that before.”

“Well I mean-“ I gestured to the Kid's locked door, still snoozing away somehow. “It’s technically accurate.” I laughed, blushing as he stared at me. He hummed softly, shaking his head before taking a few steps past me, gesturing for me to follow him back into the cockpit.

He didn’t speak for a while and I almost thought he was unnerved by it. He sat down in the pilot’s chair again, preparing the ship to take off and eventually guiding us up into the air. I took my seat next to him and crossed my legs, shifting uncomfortably as our mixing fluid still leaked down my thighs with my every movement.

The tension still lingered, as did the smell of blaster fire and sex tangled in the air. I pressed my legs together, trying to hold myself back from jumping at him again. His thick armored thighs were spread wide, casually showing off the now achingly-hard center of his pants.

Maybe he actually liked being called that.

Maybe he liked even more watching me take someone down with his blaster in my hand.

Maybe he liked most that I’d done all of this with his cock railing into me.

I let my gaze wander over him, burning a hole through his beskar with my stare. He pretended not to pay attention, fiddling with the switches on the ship's navicomputer. Yet, I knew him well enough to know he thrived off of tension, loved pushing me to the edge just to make me squirm. I whimpered impatiently, shifting uncomfortably again as a new wave of arousal dropped down to the seat below me.

I huffed in annoyance, unsure if he was going to do anything about it or just leave me here to soak in the tortured impatience of my three-week pent up needs. I did feel kind of bad for leaking cum all over his seat, even if it was his own fault he filled me so much.

I stood up, turning between the armrests of our seats to go get something to clean myself up when his hand shot up to grab my wrist. His dark visor rotated to look down at the debauched wet spot on his seat, no doubt a sly satisfied smirk growing under there.

“I didn’t say I was finished with you...” He trailed off, a dark husky whisper muffled through the vocoder.

“It certainly feels like you were.” I retorted, twisting my hips back toward him and staring down into the dark space where his eyes should be. His grip on my wrist tightened and he pulled me closer to him.

“I’ve been gone three fucking weeks. I’m not done with you.” He growled, clicking a few buttons to engage the autopilot and spinning his chair around to face mine. “Sit down, take these off.” He ordered, pulling at the fabric wrapped around my legs again. I nodded, wordlessly slipping the pants off and tossing them into a pile on the floor.

Before I could guide myself down to my seat, he grabbed at my thigh roughly, fingertips digging half moons into the soft flesh there. I gasped, his hand prying my thighs apart and dipping his now ungloved index finger between my folds. He rubbed slowly against the frictionless slick he’d left there, collecting it around each digit and swiping gentle fingertips across my overstimulated clit. I rested my hand on his pauldron, holding myself steady as the return of the overpowering pleasure made my legs shake.

He slid his soaked hand away from my center, raising it up to my lips and holding it there expectedly. I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his two blunt fingers, licking the mixture of our spend off of him.

“Good girl.” He praised, shoving them slightly deeper past my lips and against my tongue knowing I’d love the taste. “Now sit down and spread those legs for Daddy.” He chuckled deeply, sitting back in his chair and fiddling with the closure of his bottoms to slip his down too. I stood motionless, a little stunned by his demand and certainly surprised that he was actually going for this.

He tipped his helmet forward to softly urge me to do as he says. I obliged, easing into my usual co-pilot’s seat beside him and dangling both knees off the arm rests on either side. I blinked slowly, eyes glazing over with the maddening lust for him that has been torturing me for three weeks.

I stared into the dark center of his visor, longing for some direction as to what he wanted me to do next. He sat back in his chair, thighs spread wide to allow his hardening cock the space it needed. His gloved hands rested casually on the arm rests, likely to prevent himself from reaching forward to grab onto something else. Some part of me.

I couldn’t see his eyes, but I could feel them, menacingly staring at the wet mess between my legs.

“You looked so good. Taking care of that bounty hunter skug for us. I’m so proud of you, sweet girl.” He complimented, the deep timbre of his voice through the vocoder making the praises sound as good as his moans usually did. I felt my oversensitive opening flutter slightly at the simple thought of making him proud of me.

“Did what I had to do. Didn’t want to interrupt you taking what you needed from me.” I smiled innocently while running my palms slowly down the insides of my thighs. The pent up arousal was still boiling over inside me. I could feel my clit pounding in time with my heartbeats, needing him to touch me as badly as I needed air to breathe.

“Next time you take someone out for me I want to watch you take the shot.” He sighed out, the rush of air not enough to muffle the velvety tone of his voice. I smirked, his words confirming exactly what I thought. Watching me hold his weapons, using his weapons turned him on. If the tone of his voice wasn’t enough to portray how much he liked that, then the return of his now painfully hard cock was.

“Hmmm you liked how I helped?” I asked innocently, trailing my fingers absentmindedly across the soft skin of my center. He hummed in response, shifting uncomfortably as he got more excited watching my hands ghost over where he wanted them to.

“Yes. Were you good while I was gone?” His helmet tipped to one side, baiting me into giving him the answer he wanted to hear. He hadn’t explicitly asked me to wait until he came back, so I didn’t. He was gone for three weeks. I never would’ve survived waiting so long without easing myself through it a little bit. My cheeks went red, flushing my face with guilt. He knew immediately that I wasn’t good. I wasn’t good at all. He hummed impatiently, the metallic sound through the vocoder demanding an answer now.

“No. I couldn’t help myself. You were gone so long-'' I stammered, beginning an apology before he started laughing, interrupting me. It was deep and dark, like he was thrilled at the thought of punishing me for disobeying his unspoken order. He shook his head in disappointment, the light of thousands of startrails passing by glinting off his helmet.

He spoke slowly and to the point, like he was trying very hard to pick his words carefully. He was formulating a punishment, trying to find a way to both scold me and relieve us of this brutally stifled tension. We hadn’t ever had time to talk about this dynamic before. But he was leaning into the Daddy thing, definitely no way he could deny how much this was thrilling him now.

“Show me.” He rasped, raising his open palm up to point at my center dripping onto the cockpit floor. He tipped his helmet, emphasizing the need to follow his order. Confused, I blinked up at where his eyes would be.

“Sh-show you what? I think you can see…everything.” I gasped out, a chill of arousal creeping down my spine at his increasingly menacing glare. He leaned forward, resting one elbow casually on his knee.

“Show me how you do it when I’m gone, pretty girl.” He muttered, reaching across the space between the cockpit’s chairs to brush my thigh so gently with his ungloved fingertips.

I felt my heart jump into my throat at his words. He wants to watch me take care of something he’s so much better at than me? There’s nothing I could do that could match how he does it. No amount of pleasure I could self-inflict that would come close to the way he stretched me, the way he filled me.

But maybe this wasn’t about me. He knew I would never be satisfied like this. He knew that touching myself would only make me want him that much more. It was a special kind of torture to not be given everything I needed to get there. That was my punishment. Please him instead of myself. No matter how long it takes.

He sat back in his chair, leaning into the worn out cushions. His open thighs spread apart and his legs jutted out casually into the space between us. The tenting of his pants at his core was about the only thing giving way to the sight in front of him. The rest of his body was rigid and stern like the armor he wore. “Go on. I’ve waited long enough…” He grumbled, fiddling with the closure of his pants to give his growing length some room.

“Yes…Daddy.” I repeated, watching his rigid form break and twitch at the new pet name. I ghosted my hands back down my thighs slowly inching toward my exposed center. “When you’re gone…I like to pretend these hands are yours.” I muttered, gripping the flesh at my thighs the way he always did to keep me from squirming.

My eyes shot up to the visor of his helmet as I slowly eased down to cup the soft skin of my pussy. I rubbed featherlight circles onto my clit and let out a breathy sigh. “You’re much b-better at this.”

He let out a hmph and I heard the opening to his bottoms rustling off him. He didn’t even bother removing his armor, enjoying the intimidating presence it gave him. “I know I am, little one. But you didn’t behave. Making you wait even longer now.” His hand slid past his open waistband and rested gently around his cock. He was toying with me in more ways than one.

I could feel my entrance tense between my open legs, the needy hole quivering as I craved the very thing he was now patiently stroking. I sped things up, the pads of my fingers pressing a little harder into my clit and feeling a jolt of arousal go through me.

I remembered doing this numerous times in our bunk alone while he was gone. But without him hungrily watching me like he was now. This was so much better. Being so bold under his watchful gaze was immensely more satisfying than wishing he was there to do this himself. Even though he wasn’t touching me, him just being there, his presence alone made me wet.

I tipped my head back to moan softly at the feeling, resting comfortably on the headrest. My body opened up a little more for him, the new angle exposing my neck. For once, I desperately wished he’d take that damn helmet off and kiss me here, there, everywhere. I whined as my fingers pushed gently against my clit, opening my eyes to look for a reaction from him. He just stared, like he wasn’t impressed.

“Din please I…can’t do this without you.” I whimpered, slowing down in frustration. I was too distracted, too desperate for his attention to focus on anything but him.

He sighed, the exhale sounding harsher than it did before. His words slurred with arousal, his hand still lazily pumping himself. “You had no problem doing it without me before.”

“But I don’t want to do it myself. I want you to. Please?” I asked with an exasperated pout, running my fingers down into my slick opening and collecting it again.

“You want my help? Daddy’s little brat needs a lesson?” He laughed softly, removing his other glove and casually tossing it to the floor. He stood up, his intimidating frame looming over my exposed body. “Give me your hand. I’ll show you how I do it.”

I held it out to him and he took it gently, the wetness coating it now slipping between our fingers. His rough hand curled around my delicate one, as he eased a few fingertips back to my folds. I bit my bottom lip to hold back my soft moans. His touch on top of mine had so much more weight, the pressure finally biting back against the powerful arousal that had been brewing for three weeks. My opening reacted more intensely, trying to close around nothing.

“That’s….better. Feels better.” I moaned, his hands guiding tense looping shapes over my sensitive bud. My hips rolled into the touch, craving faster motion than he was willing to give. “M-more. I need more, Din.”

He stepped closer, the sound of his heavy metallic boots clambered against the side of the chair. His hand clasped mine tighter, easing his fingers down through my folds and stroking around my entrance. “I know what you want. I always know. You feel so good and wet. You been this wet the whole time? Needed me to be here playing with your little pussy instead of working?” He asked, guiding our fingertips to trace around the opening. My mouth dropped open and I moaned loudly.

“Yes. I wanted you to come fill me. To come home and feel how wet I got thinking about you while you were away. I wanted to wait for your cock to make me feel good. B-but I couldn’t help it…I can’t help myself. It f-feels too good, Daddy.”

Before I realized what was happening, his fingers were gently prying me open. His wide fingers spreading my entrance taut around his thick digits, my own hand gripping his wrist desperately.

“I wanted to come fill you too. Thought about having this little pussy all wrapped around me. Such a good girl for me. You got all nice and wet and ready for me to come home. It’s ok you didn’t wait. You were just keeping it warm hmm?” He asked, curling his fingers up to dab at the spongy spot at the top. My toes curled and my hips bucked into him. His other hand pushed my thigh down, holding my writhing body in place.

“Mmmph yeah.” I responded, my other hand now gripping the armrest tightly. “C-can I show you how I did it now?” I smirked, finally feeling aroused enough to act out like he wanted me to.

“Yes, sweet girl. Be a good girl and show me. Show me and I’ll let you cum on my hands ok?” He responded, the thumb of his other hand sliding down my thigh to rub a few loving circles across my clit.

“Ok…Daddy.” I smirked, replacing his fingers with my own as he pulled them out. His fingers returned to the inside of his pants, rubbing his throbbing cock with my juices. I twisted my hips forward, maneuvering the entrance to give him a better view. I slid my fingers in and out of the hole, gasping as I mimicked the rhythm he started before. My chest began heaving, pleasure shooting down my spine in quick jolts. “Din- fuck- I’m so tight. Wanna…let you split me open…miss your cock in me.”

My mouth dropped open as a powerful wave of tingling pleasure coursed through me. With his little bit of help I was already so close.

His fist was tugging rapidly at his pounding cock, his pants now around his ankles on the floor. His helmet was tipped to the side lazily, as he focused all his attention on the pleasure coursing through him and who was causing it. “Fuck…good girl. Did you like when that…bounty hunter saw me fucking you?” He rasped, his fist twisting raggedly at the head where small pearls of pre-cum were beading up again. I matched my fingers pumping in and out of me to the speed of his quick tugs and practically sung at his words.

Because I did like it. Someone else watching as Din brought me to ecstasy made me feel stronger and more powerful than anything else. Knowing that another being could see how good he made me feel gave me focus. I loved it when he fucked me, I didn’t care who knew it. I wanted everyone to know how much I loved it. I loved him.

“Yes…Daddy…needed him to see that only you can make me feel good. Make me wanna…cum.” I groaned, my insides beginning to pulsate around my fingers. I was so close. Just from him talking me through it. “I’m c-close.”

His fist was now jerking faster, pumping him closer to a maddening climax he’d been chasing for the three weeks he was off hunting. “Pretty girl…fuck, me too. You fucking like showing how Daddy makes you feel. Want everyone to know who does this to you hmm? So hot that you’re so proud to call out my name for me. Say it. Call me Daddy again, pretty girl. Scream it when you come for me.” He rambled out demands between desperate breaths.

I closed my eyes tightly and moaned, the pounding of my walls against my fingers reminding me of how his thrusts always felt when he rutted into me. My fingers weren’t big enough to replicate him, but it still felt vaguely familiar enough to get me there while he was gone.

But he wasn’t gone. He was right before my eyes. Watching me. Calling for me. I felt the overwhelming sensation overtake me and my walls collapsing on top of my fingers. I was cumming. Hard.

My thighs tightened, shaking against the armrests as I convulsed. My back arched off the chair and I screamed. “Daddy!!” My eyes fluttered, but I was determined to keep them open. I repeated his name over and over as the waves of orgasm crashed through me.

His hips were thrusting him forward into his fist, the vocoder making his harsh grunting metallic, but lovingly familiar. I watched his entire body tense at the sound of his new pet name falling from my lips. His helmet was focused only on where my fingers were buried inside me. Without warning, I felt my fingers slip out, being replaced by the familiar thickness of his.

“Good girl. Cumming for me. Cum right on my fingers. Let me feel what’s mine, my pretty girl.” He curled his fingers up, tipping his helmeted head back to groan at the feeling. The cockpit filled with the squelching sounds of him coaxing the climax out of me. Filthy moans spilled from my lips as he pumped his fingers into my collapsing walls. “What do you say when Daddy lets you come like this?”

I gazed up innocently into the dark visor of his helmet and whined, overwhelmed by how good it felt and overpowered by the sheer presence of him towering above me. My chest was heaving under the top I still wore, hiding far too much of me from his greedy eyes. “Th-thank you.” I sighed, reaching my hands out, desperate for him to accept them and praise me for my submission.

He chuckled darkly, “Thank you…who…?” he slowed his pumping fingers and pressed up into my favorite oversensitive spot with unbearable pressure.

“Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.” I whimpered, curling my hand into his which now rested openly on my hip bone.

“That’s right. That’s a good girl.” His ungloved thumb brushed over the back of my hand affectionately. I rolled my hips slowly as I repelled down from the peak, my spasming walls coating his fingers in my spend. As quickly as I’d faded, the burning in my core sparked again. I tipped my head back to the chair’s headrest and moaned, his helmet snapping up to follow me.

“M-more…I need more…” I muttered breathlessly, as the high of my orgasm faded into more ruthless desire for him. Three weeks without him meant the need in my body was not going down without a fight. Arousal had a downright evil grip on my body that was tempting him to come conquer it, the way only he could. “I want your cock. Please.”

“Is that what you want? Hmm? You gonna beg me to fuck you? Being without me is what’s making this little pussy so desperate?” He taunted, pushing his prying fingers deeper and rubbing slow, tense circles on my clit.

“Yes, Daddy. I need you to fuck me more. Want you so bad. Please.” I whined, rolling my hips up to chase his touch and force his hands to work faster. Working me up was so easy for him, all he had to do was stare at me, look terrifyingly intimidating and it made my pussy clench with want.

He was powerful and overwhelming and so strong, but he was so good to me, always satisfying, always giving me everything I needed. He took care of me, in every sense of the word. I saw right past his cold metal exterior into a heart that loved even more intensely than he looked.

“Good girl. I like you like this. So obedient, so pretty begging for my cock. You’re gonna take all of me. Everything I give you. Want you to feel how much I’ve missed you.” A quiet muffled chuckle fell from his lips as he slid his fingers from inside me.

His strong beskar covered arms curled underneath my thigh and around my waist as he lifted me off the chair and into his arms. Slowly, he slid my dripping cunt along the heat of his pounding length and moaned loudly, slicking himself up torturously.

“Feel what missing you does to me? How fucking hard I get when I can’t have this perfect pussy wrapped around my cock whenever I need you?” He muttered harshly, sounding more strangled through the vocoder than he ever had.

His cock slid thick and throbbing through my folds, the pounding against my overstimulated clit making my head spin. “You f-feel so good.” I muttered, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders and gazing helplessly into where I knew his eyes were behind the helmet.

I imagined his pupils were blown wide with lust and sex crazed excitement, ready to consume his fill of me. His eyes were probably brown. Intense, deep and mysterious, but comforting, warm and safe. Just like him. I wouldn’t know for sure because he will probably never take that goddamn helmet off. But it was okay, he’d still have me on my knees, at his mercy, hopelessly attracted to him anyway.

He walked us back to the Crest’s dashboard, buttons and switches blinking as we hurdled through the galaxy to force knows where. He tore his cape from his back, sliding it over top of the navigation controls and setting me down on top of it. My bare toes just skimmed the cool durasteel floor, his bare bottom half standing between my open thighs.

He panned across the transparisteel, watching the blue streaks of hyperspace pass over us. The trails of starlight bounced off his reflective mirror of a helmet, basking him in the dazzling glow of entire galaxies of stars and planets. He was quite a sight on his own without practically an entire star system dancing across him, but even more so now as he stood before me as the master of my universe.

Slow hands traced up my thighs, along my sides, up my rib cage and over my head. He was easing my shirt off my torso, his way of silently requesting to see all of me. I smiled up at him, the urge to unabashedly flirt with him rising in my belly again. I was now entirely bare in front of him, presenting myself as a willing gift on the helm of his ship.

The untrained eye probably couldn’t tell which one was his more prized possession. Though, right now, with the way his hands were fervently relishing in exploring every untouched inch of me, it had to be me that he spent every waking second thinking about at night.

Me that he dreamed of coming back to when his hunts were complete.

Me that he would show off proudly at every spaceport and backwater world we stopped at.

“My girl. My gorgeous, sweet girl. Sprawled out so fucking exposed…on my ship like this…even better than I imagined.” He tipped his helmet down, guiding his length back through my waiting entrance. He lifted his hands, securing them on the ship's dash on either side of my body and thrusting his hips forward. He pressed the tip through my opening and exhaled, the feeling of me beckoning him inside too much to handle all at once. His vocoder crackled, harsh breaths muddling up the usually unnerving sound.

“Din…please. Don’t be gentle. I can take you. All of you. Use me, please.” I whimpered, reaching a hand up to grasp for any part of him, truly desperate to feel him tear through me again. His hands wrapped around my thighs as he shifted me upwards.

With no further hesitation, he plowed inside me, his grip on my legs keeping me from moving at all as he parted my swollen lips and paused, letting me adjust. I crumbled at the sheer power of having to stretch around him, my back arching dramatically up toward his unmoving frame.

“Fuck,” He swore, his entire body rolling forward to press deeper inside my heat. “You miss me?” He teased, mocking me with my own words from earlier and rolling a few shallow thrusts through me.

“Yes, Din…I missed your cock in me so much. Needed you.” I gasped, as he pulled out steadily, only to snap his hips up and start a building rhythm. The bare skin of his thighs slapped against mine, each thrust driving himself further into my cunt. The pleasure swelled through me again, anticipation crashing down on me like a wave that finally broke. He was blindingly massive, his thickness too much for my insides to resist taking desperate hold of. My heart pounded in my throat as I engulfed him, all of my focus centered on how he felt pressing delightfully into all sides of me at once.

“Hmm I can tell. You’re so tight. Needed me to come stretch you out didn’t you, my sweet girl?” He reached up to knead my breast harshly in his hand and chuckled. “Little pussy is mine to take care of. All I think about when I’m gone. How you feel gripping me tight, those little sounds you make for me…fuck, you’re so good.” He groaned as I felt myself pulsating around him.

The drag of his swollen cock inside me was sending a delightful rush of pleasure through all the nerves in my body. I gripped the tattered cape he set me on top of, praying to every star above that I didn’t accidentally press any buttons and drop us out of hyperspace.

“It’s yours, Daddy. I’m- I’m yours.” I moaned, rolling my hips forward to clash with his own. He grunted at the sound of skin slapping skin, our joined centers grinding together deliciously. My eyes rolled back at the repeated contact, the intensity of his strong thighs forcing mine open making me shudder.

“I love it when you call me that. Fuck…I love it. I’m your fucking Daddy.” He growled, his thrusts bottoming out inside me as a kind of cruel reward. I cried out underneath him at his claiming of the nickname I didn’t mean to spill out so soon.My back arched in response, the sharp pain of him prodding the deepest spot he could find within me felt like sparks bursting through my chest.

If he was any other man, I’d have kissed him so hard right now. But his helmet just glared down at me, my own totally fucked out eyes reflecting back. I’d never ask him to remove it, even as badly as I wanted him to. As badly as I wanted to look at the real face of the man I’d give everything I had to. As much as I wanted to taste his lips and breathe his air and twist my tongue with his.

This was who he was. A wall of indestructible beskar that permanently disguised him as an impenetrable force of a man to anyone that crossed his path. That hid him away from everyone. Everyone, except me, who had somehow slipped through the cracks of nearly every wall he’d put up. He allowed me to see him, the man inside who no one ever sees. I loved him, regardless of whatever or whoever he was underneath there.

I reached for him and landed clinging hands on his shoulders. He gripped my hips for leverage and continued pumping into me at a brutal pace. The sounds emitting from his helmet were just barely audible through his panting exhales. I tore at the fabric around his neck, desperate to taste some part of him. I dragged slow, laving kisses in the hollow where his shoulder met his neck.

He hummed, the salacious contact with his bare skin this close to a spot no one ever saw made him shudder. “Mmm easy with that, gorgeous girl…or I’m not going to last as long as I need to with you.” I smirked against his skin and nipped love bites along his collar bone, as I removed the beskar plating from his shoulder.

“I want these off. I…want to see all of you. As much as I can…please?” I asked, tipping my head to look up at him and pouting. His hand slid up my neck and held me steady as he thrusted up hard. My pouting expression broke as I cried out a powerful moan. “Din! Fuck!”

Suddenly, he was lifting me off him and spinning me onto my stomach on the dashboard. The light of hyperspace streamed into my eyes and prevented me from making out much in the otherwise dark cockpit. The sound of clothes shuffling and armor falling filled the room, leading me to realize he was doing exactly as I asked. Sure, I’d seen most of his naked body before, but him baring his all to me never gets old and it excited me even more.

My hole spasmed around nothing now as I imagined the broad width of his shoulders, the solid plane of his chest, the way his lower torso tightens in anticipation when I kiss down the front of him. He wasn’t intimidating under my touch. He was intoxicating and so tempting, without even trying.

I turned my head around for a glimpse of the alluring sight I’d imagined so many times before, but his helmet snapped up and his hand curled around my neck gently. He tipped my head down away from my view of him and forced me to go starblind gazing at hyperspace out the cockpit window. More metallic sounds of armor being shucked off him rang out before a barely audible hiss and a loud thunk followed.

He tutted softly, “from now on…don’t turn around unless I say. Understand me?” His words sounded clearer than I’d ever heard. It couldn’t be. He wouldn’t have…

His fingertips applied deeper pressure against my neck, his entire body slowly weighing down on top of mine. His center bent him forward along my back, his chest pressed to my spine, and warm breath fanned across the side of my neck.

He did. He’d removed his helmet. He’d never done that before in front of me. Never.

“Do you understand?” He repeated, the deep, smooth warmth of his voice with no modulation wrapped itself around me. The deepest, most powerful form of seduction was the sound of him, the real him, ringing in my ears. My skin erupted in goosebumps under his grip and he chuffed, definitely noticing the effect this was having on me.

I needed more. I craved his words in my ear as much as I did his touches to my body now. I wasn’t going to get any of that if I didn’t respond to his question. “Yes, Daddy…I do.” I mewled, any of my more devious plans of resisting him for fun dissolving as he’d torn down the last obstacle between us. I was a goner. “You…took it off…for me?” I asked so quietly and delicately I almost didn’t sound like myself.

His grip on my neck shifted down and he exhaled softly, an amused and delighted lilted laugh filling my ears. He sounded so beautiful without the helmet on that I silently cursed whatever person decided on forcing him to wear it in the first place. He slowly brushed the hair away from my neck and tipped his bare face as close to mine as he’d ever been before.

Dry, soft lips pressed painfully delicately into the juncture where my neck met my jawline, his warm tongue flitting out to taste the skin he’d always touched. I held my breath, refusing to let any other sense get in the way of feeling his lips on me for the very first time. One small kiss turned into two, turned into three. His own breathing sped up, his nose bumping against my jaw spreading air along skin wet from his trailing kisses. I slammed my eyes shut, just feeling and hearing him without the helmet was enough for me. He didn’t have to show me his face unless he was ready and I wouldn’t push him.

“I did.” He finally responded, pulling back from my neck and turning my face toward his again. “Don’t open those pretty eyes.” His thumb grazed over my temple and he leaned in, pressing his forehead to mine. Sweeping, wavy curls brushed against my skin and I smiled. So his hair is a little curly and a little messy. My lips parted, ready to confirm for him that I wouldn’t open my eyes for anything and instead was met with his warm, plush lips pressing into mine.

They say when a star explodes, it burns so brightly and so powerfully it can be seen lightyears away, no matter how big or small the star is. Kissing him felt like that. The tiniest little action seemingly so insignificant to the casual observer felt like a galaxy shattering moment in time. Every little beam of light steaming past us at hyperspeed was dull and slow and lifeless compared to the blooming glow of light that seemed to burst inside me. Inside both of us.

His hands, so rough and hardened from battle and bounty hunting and force knows what else, were delicate and passionate as he tipped my chin up toward him to deepen the kiss. Our noses bumped every so often and I giggled softly every time we broke for air. His tongue slipped against mine, slowly drinking in intimacy he might’ve never felt the likes of in all his life. Teeth grazed lips and kisses dragged down jawlines and under necks, the softest, amorous moans filling the pauses in action.

“Din…I lo-“ I whispered, his repeated kisses breaking up whatever phrase I’d been planning on speaking.

“Keep your eyes closed. I…I want you to hear my real voice when I fuck you this time, my perfect girl.” He said, thick arousal deepening the smooth sound of his maskless voice and making my insides erupt with an intense need for him, stronger than I’d ever felt before. I moaned and nodded my head, unable to come up with words eloquent enough to describe how badly I needed him to fuck me. His lips curled into a wicked smile against my cheek as he slowly disappeared from in front of me.

Soft hands slid down my sides, caressing every dip and curve in my frame and stopping to dig into the swell of my hips. I rolled them forward, opening up my entrance for his taking. However he wanted to fill me, at whatever strength, at whatever speed, I was ready and willing.

A palm spread on my lower back and angled me down onto him as he shoved into me so deeply it felt like he was shifting parts inside me to make room. I cried out, a mix of gasps for air and profane moans spilling out of me. “-oh fuck.” I wailed, rocking my hips back into him, desperate for more. The spread of my lips around him again felt so good it was almost painful and I reached a hand back hoping he’d take it for some sort of comfort. He instantly received it, locking his fingers around my forearm and I followed suit.

His cock pounded against my swollen walls, spearing himself through the squelching pressure of my pussy collapsing around him. I heard him moan for the first time without his helmet, no exhaling breaths blocking out the noise. He was swearing under his breath, muttering through gritted teeth and groaning with each snap of his hips. The beautiful noises of a man’s torturous pursuit of pleasure sounded better falling from his lips than from any other man in the galaxy. I was sure of it.

I rocked back into him, increasing the speed and providing rebounding pressure against his thrusts. I dug my hands onto the dashboard for control and twisted my hips as I pounded back onto him at the same speed. He let out a deep moan, squeezing the fullness of my ass and guiding me onto him more. I put in just as much work as he did, his relentless drive for me spurring my libido.

He deserved this. He’d revealed everything to me, bouncing on his perfect cock was the least I could do to please him. Heat was simmering down into the building coil of tension in my belly and seeping down his cock every time he sheathed himself inside my heat. I could feel my walls constricting tighter and tighter while the massive swell of him battled and tore them further apart.

I was dancing on the edge of pleasure, dangerously close to falling over into overstimulation and not caring. I’d keep letting him fuck me until tears fell down my cheeks and until he’d finished enough times inside me that his cum dripped down my open thighs. There’s nothing in the universe that could stop me from chasing the high only he could carry me to.

High pitched and breathy moans left my lips as he relentlessly fucked into me, spreading my thighs now with his hands to open me up wider. His thrusts overpowered mine and he stood tall behind me, taking in the sight of me letting him bury himself in my cunt with everything he had.

“Are you gonna be a good girl from now on? Wait for me to come home to make you feel good like this? Save this perfect little pussy for me, hmm?” He asked, the teasing questions between salacious groans sending a burning heat into my core so unbearable I whimpered, hot tears beginning to pour down my cheeks.

“Yes.” I muttered inaudibly, blubbering and moaning as he delved deeper, slamming his cock into a spot so sensitive I threw my head back and screamed.

“Can’t hear you. Little louder for me.” He scolded, the venomous taunt sending a rolling current of pleasure from head to toe.

“Yes! Yes, Daddy, I will.” I cried, biting my lip and feeling the surge of pleasure start to drown me as his cock slammed that perfect sensitive spot again.

“That’s right, my sweet girl. Your pleasure is mine to give. Don’t you ever forget it.” He said, bringing a hand down to slap my ass to validate the sentiment and his authority. His mark on my ass might as well be my signet and I made a note to myself to bring this up to him later, to make him laugh. He’d like that little quip. Funny and dirty and smart all at once.

The same hand that struck me to inflict just that little bit of pain was suddenly sneaking around the front of me. He hoisted my ass higher in the air, changing the angle to press his cock downward into me and allowing him to run his fingers along my clit, swollen with inattention and need. My eyes rolled back behind closed lids and my mouth dropped open in a silent scream as he slowly rolled my clit between his two thick fingers. I felt my insides tightening as the surge of orgasm flowed through me, trying to topple me as it threatened to rip through me.

Din pulled my hips against him tightly, rocking into me slowly as his cock prodded into the same spot that made my resolve crumble and my brain go fuzzy. “Go ahead, you’ve been such a good girl for me. Cum on my cock, baby. Cum so fucking hard. Fuck- you’re gonna take me with you.” He gritted out, his harsh breathing sending hot exhales up my back and only serving to make me crash even harder.

His fingers on my clit twisted tighter circles on the sensitive bundle and I felt myself snap. Every muscle in my body tightened as I felt him bottoming out and his length pulsing inside my opening. I paused at the precipice, desperate to hold off my own orgasm until his hit him too. I held my breath, tightening my walls around him until I felt warmth spurting up to coat them. A loud choked out and gasping moan surrounded me and shoved me over into uncharted territory.

“Daddy!” I wailed, finally letting go as he spilled over and over again deep inside my cunt. His hips grinding into my ass kept his cock sheathed inside me, as my entire body writhed around him. I shook as the orgasm rocketed through me, tearing the life out of me and immediately quelling the painfully overwhelming need he’d left me with for weeks on end. He lazily pumped into me a few more times, chasing the overstimulating high that my spasming cunt was giving him.

“Fucking stars above, sweet girl. You’re fucking the life out of me.” He laughed, exhaustion filtering into his voice where unbridled lust once coated it. “Can’t get enough of you.” He whispered, his body collapsing on top of me and his hands turning my face enough to capture my lips in his. I clutched onto his neck desperately and tangled my hands in hair I could finally touch. My tongue danced dazzlingly strong kisses against his own and he pulled away, gasping for air only to grasp my lips with his own for more.

He pulled out slowly, the spilling warmth of his seed overflowing the space inside me. The white fluid flooded to my entrance and dripped down to the cockpit floor, the sound making him pull away with intrigue. His body heat was now painfully absent as he stood behind me, spreading my thighs open and watching his cum leak out of me. He chuckled in satisfaction and whistled in awe at the sight before him.

I expected him to put his helmet back on and go to the fresher to get something to clean me up with. Instead, I heard him thump to his knees and run his fingers through my soaked, cum covered folds. “Now…what do you say when Daddy lets you come like this, sweet girl?” He asked, his fingers now running through the wet mess to collect it. I heard him hum followed by a lewd pop. He was tasting what we’d done.

“Thank you, Daddy.” I panted, still in a state of bliss and too content to care what I looked like right now. “Guess you aren’t too mad I sprung this kink on you like this.”

“Guess not, good girl. Now spread 'em wide for me, I’m gonna lick you clean.”

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Full of Surprises

Daddy!Din Djarin x Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: ~1.7k

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Summary: You finally make a move on the Mandalorian. He’s much more dominant and dirty than you anticipated.

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Tonight.

It was finally time to make a move on the Mandalorian and see if he was interested. You were pretty sure he was, the way he looked at you, the way his gentle touches lingered on your arm or back, the way he trusted you and protected you.

It was the perfect night. Grogu was with Peli, you had convinced Mando to take you to an inn so both of you could get a decent night of sleep.

“Two rooms.” Mando put some credits on the counter and slid them across to the droid.

“We have…” the droid paused as he calculated. “…one room. Medium bed.”

“Uh-“ the Mandalorian looked to you, trying to decide what to do.

You step up, “That’s fine.” You smile at the droid.

You’re sure you hear Mando make a sound but you’re not sure what it is.

“Thank you.” The droid takes the credits from the counter and hands you each a key.

You nod at the droid as a thanks and lead the way to the room. It was a small place so it was easy to find.

You unlocked the door and stepped inside, hearing Mando come in behind you, closing and locking the door.

It was time to make your (first) move. “I’m gonna shower.”

“O- okay.” Mando stutters and you smile to yourself as you step into the bathroom and close the door.

You take a decent length shower, but you weren’t in there for a ridiculous amount of time. You step out and dry off your hair a bit so it’s not dripping, then wrap the towel around yourself and exit the bathroom.

The Mandalorian was seated awkwardly on the bed, still head to toe in armor, facing the television that was off.

You walk to the tv and lean over to grab the remote sitting on the table next to it. You’re sure he easily sees the backs of your thighs almost all the way up to your ass. The towel wasn’t very long.

You walk over and plop down onto the bed next to him, unable to get your ass all the way on the bed without your leg touching his. You use the remote to turn on the television. You flip through stations and decide on a holodrama. It was between that and some dumb game show, or an infomercial.

You cross your ankles in front of yourself, legs stretched out and left thigh still up against his right.

You could hear his breathing pick up when you first sat down, and it hasn’t evened out since.

“Do you think you’re funny?” Mando grits.

“What?” You raise a brow at him, nonchalant.

He puts a hand on your knee and pushes it up under the towel just slightly. “Teasing me. Do you think you’re funny?” He nearly growls.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.�� You can’t help but smirk at him and-

The game is on. He suddenly moves over you, getting between your legs and dragging you by the hips so you were laying down instead of sitting up. Your towel rides up and exposes your pussy with the movement.

He grabs your hands and pins them above your head with one hand. You notice he had removed his gloves at some point, calloused bare fingers wrapped around your wrists.

The whole thing was so fast you almost missed it, but now you were the one breathing fast. Bared to him, completely at his mercy.

His free hand moves down and rubs two rough fingertips over your velvety skin between your legs.

“Fuck-!” You gasp, bucking your hips up towards his hand when he suddenly pulls it away. You whine at the loss.

“Ah ah, are you going to be a good girl for me?” He looks down at you through his visor.

All you can do is nod, unable to form a coherent thought with his dominance looming over you.

“Good. Now, don’t move unless I tell you to.” His voice is dark and gravelly.

You nod again and his fingers return to your heat, sliding up and down between your lips, collecting your juices.

“So fucking wet.” He groans through his modulator.

You whimper as he pushes two digits into you, letting them slide in all the way. You’re dying to writhe beneath him, grind on his fingers, anything. But you said you were going to be good. Although… you didn’t hate the thought of punishment for being bad…

No, no. You’ll be good. This time.

He slowly withdraws his fingers before quickly pushing them back in. You bite your lip to silence a moan.

“Be as loud as you need to, cyar’ika. I wanna hear you.” He coos, starting to thrust his fingers in and out of you.

“Y- yes, daddy.” You blurt out without thinking. After a half second, you realize. You look up at him with panicked eyes.

“What did you say?” His fingers pause.

“N- nothing.”

“Say it again.”

“No.” You feel embarrassed.

“Say. It. Again.” He growls.

“Yes… daddy.” You breathe out and he slams his fingers into you, making you gasp.

“Shit. You’re fucking full of surprises.” He groans, hooking his fingers and searching for your g-spot.

You yelp when he finds it and can’t help but buck your hips once. His fingers pause again. “What did I say?”

You look at him for a second.

“Don’t move.” He repeats.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He presses against your sweet spot.

“Yyyyes, daddy.” You moan, dragging out the first syllable.

“Good girl.” He hums, thrusting his fingers once more.

You’re getting closer, panting, you can hear how wet you are, and you know Mando’s not gonna let up anytime soon.

“Feels so good.” You try not to struggle with your wrists in his hand. “Need to cum, daddy.” You whine.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my fingers like a little slut?”

You had no idea where he got this dirty talk from but you loved it. “Fuck. Yes, daddy.”

“Go on then. Cum for your daddy.” He groans, speeding up his thrusts against your g-spot.

Your chest heaves as you start to tip over the edge, and then completely lose it. Your body shakes as you cum hard on his hand, hands balling in fists. You let out a high pitched moan as he continues through your orgasm.

When you whine from oversensitivity he stops and slowly pulls out his fingers. He lets go of your wrists to slightly lift his helmet, putting his wet fingers into his mouth and sucking on them.

“Maker.” You sigh, watching him. You could just barely see his chin and some of his jaw until he stopped and put his helmet back down.

“You taste good, sweet girl.” He hums.

“Daddy…” you trail off.

“What do you need?” His helmet tilts just slightly, making heat pool in the pit of your stomach.

“Your cock. Please.” You beg.

“Do you think you deserve it?”

“I think you deserve to use me.” You respond.

He fucking whimpers.

Before you know it, he’s shoving down the front of his pants to release an impressive cock. You whine at the sight of it, something you didn’t see long before he was lining up and pushing into you.

The stretch was fantastic. Just enough to put you on the edge of pain and pleasure that you loved to ride.

You hear him try to hold back a moan, failing, as he slides into you. His hands are on your hips, helping them stay tilted up so he could get deeper.

Once he’s fully seated inside of you… he waits. He tortures and teases you, rubbing his thumbs over the front of your hips as he stays still.

“Do you want me to beg?” You ask, not meaning to sound as snippy as you did.

“Excuse me?” He growls.

“Please move, daddy.” You whine, biting your lip.

He takes another long few seconds, but then he’s pulling out and pushing back in slowly. As he begins to thrust, you can feel every inch of him, feel the head of his cock brush against the special spot inside you.

One of his hands moves up and untucks the towel from itself, exposing the rest of your body. He speeds up slightly as he grabs one of your breasts and rubs over the nipple with his thumb.

You arch up into him, eyes closing as he plays with you. You feel his hand move down your torso and start to rub his thumb over your clit.

Your eyes open again and you look up at him desperately. He starts rubbing faster, fucking you faster.

After a couple minutes you’re gasping for air, gripping the sheets beneath you as your second orgasm gets nearer.

“I’m s- so close.” You sob.

“Wait for me.” He orders. “Wait for daddy.”

You nod up at him and then he’s slamming into you as fast and as hard as he can manage. You moan with each thrust in, getting gradually louder.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” Mando groans. “Gonna cum.”

And then he’s spilling into you, rubbing your clit even harder. His cock twitches inside of you and the second wave washes over you.

You feel yourself squirt on his dick, the release feeling incredible. You nearly scream, reaching to grab his wrist to ground yourself.

“Fuck, daddy.” You breathe out as you start to come down.

He slows to a stop but stays inside of you, both hands now rubbing the tops of your thighs to further soothe you.

Both of you start to breathe at a reasonable pace and then he pulls out and lays down beside you. He turns you away from him and pulls you back against his chest, holding you close.

You’ve known the man for almost 5 months. Been crushing on him for two, now. You were glad you finally made your move.

The Mandalorian hums and grazes his fingers up and down your stomach. “Can’t wait to find out what else you’re into.”

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