A State Of Mind

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.”

Veritaserum; (Post Azkaban) Sirius Black

Not my gif, all credit goes to the owner.

A/N: lmao sorry for all the pent up angst, I was projecting. 

C.W.: Angst, drinking, Sirius gets knocked out lmao, mentions of death, older man/younger woman, dubious consent, rough sex, face slapping, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, bratty reader, use of words like “Slut” and “Daddy”. (Feel free to let me know if I missed something.)

Word count: 7.1k 

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I sighed and placed yesterday’s edition of The Daily Prophet down on the kitchen counter. It was still early and the sun hadn’t even began to rise yet. One thirty-seven, the analog clock on the wall above the pantry door read. (It had read the same thing for a year now, it was broken.) I had awoken from a nightmare and had made myself a cup of chamomile tea (which was now cold and sitting abandon on the table) to calm my nerves.

The man on the cover of The Daily Prophet, who looked nothing like he had when I was younger, (How he looked when James was still alive, I thought. I shook my head trying to shake the thought away. It didn’t work. I knew it wouldn’t.) was staring up at me and laughing maniacally.

It had been many years since I had lost my brother (I hate the way people say it like that, “I lost him.” I didn’t lose him. No, I know exactly where he is. He’s six feet under the ground at Godric’s Hollow, with the same horrified expression that he had on his face when he died. That is to say if it hasn’t already decayed off of him. It probably has.)

I was 6 at the time. I was the only member of our family at his funeral, probably because our parents had died the year prior and I was the only member of our family left.

After my parents’ death Ted and Andromeda Tonks took me in (James and Lily offered to take me, but they were so busy with the war and their new baby, Harry, and I didn’t want to be a burden). They had a daughter a year my senior, Nymphadora, and we got along well. The Tonks treated me like one of their own and I lived with them until a little over a year ago.

When I was seventeen, I was finally old enough to live on my own and I moved into our old family home in London. Although it needed them, I didn’t have the heart to make any renovations, I kept the house the same as it had been when my parents left it.

I poured my unfinished tea out in the sink and flipped the paper over, Prisoner #390 was not my ideal breakfast guest. I don’t know why I had even bothered reading it in the first place, I know every fucking word, I’m the one who wrote it.

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Yes Sir Masterlist

Professor John Winchester AU fanfic series

Part 1: Bad Girl

Part 2: You’re Mine

Part 3: Something Good

Part 4: The Lecture

Part 5: His Fantasy Girl

Part 6: A Formal Affair

Part 7: The List

Part 8: California

Part 9: Holiday in Pasadena

Part 10: Acceptance

Part 11: New Changes

Part 12: No One is Perfect

Part 13: Make It or Break It

“Tell the World” drabble

Part 14: Merry Christmas Baby

Part 15: In the Beginning

Yes Sir: Happy Halloween

Part 16: His and Hers 

Yes Sir: Happy Thanksgiving

Yes Sir: Her Perfect Gift

Part 17: Happy Birthday Sir

Part 18: Philadelphia

Part 19: The Wedding

Part 20: Home

Yes Sir: My Girl

Yes Sir: The Epilogue

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Series completed May 20, 2018. 

Yes Sir: Yours, Mine, Ours (Added 11/24/19)

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DAMN THIS IS SO HOT

daddy? sorry - billy hargrove x reader smut

wc: 5.6k

genre: SMUT

pairing: billy hargrove x fem/afab/fem anatomy reader (no pronouns I don't think but he calls you mommy and wants to get you pregnant real bad lol)

summary: you accidentally call billy daddy one too many times, and he's now determined to level the playing field and make you a mommy.

warnings: HELLA breeding kink, a lot of daddy and mommy (mostly billy calling you and him mommy and daddy), mild neck grabbing, petnames (dollface, sweetcheeks, angel, doll, sugarlips, toots, slut, whore, mommy, pretty thing), a lot of good girl-s, boners and grinding, groping, you actually say "daddy sorry" once lol, billy is kind of mean and teases you a bit, light humiliation, edging, some use of the phrase "knock you up", billy is very dominant, a loooooot of eye contact (some face grabbing to ensure eye contact), billy is swole as fuck, some unintentional temperature play, billy is wearing rings, some biting, praise, degradation, praise AND degradation, a lot of kissing with tongue, referenced oral (f recieving), billy has a MONSTER shlong, fingering with 2 - 3 fingers, fingering with rings, manhandling, some spanking, praise kink, billy pays a lot of attention to you (attention kink???? does that exist???), minor handjob/m recieving foreplay/prep, legs over shoulder position, restraint (he holds your hands above your head), cervix kissing, buff billy + size kink, "use your words", billy loves your tiddies a lot, multiple orgasms, PROLONGED EYE CONTACT, billy is kind of obsessed with you, some misogyny (as a treat) (could also be interpreted as sexy fun slutshaming if you squint??), nipple and boob play, finger sucking, belly bulge, a lot of pregnancy dirty talk, overstimulation, mating press, sexy threats to keep you pregnant?????, unhinged feral primal billy, cockwarming and cum plugging, some dumbification, I think that's it dear god

music rec: I feel like I was made for lovin you by kiss fits p well (i'm still working on my billy playlist lol)

a/n: so....... a lot happens in this. i've been thinking non stop about this for a while. billy hargrove can toss me around like a ragdoll and call me wifey any fucking day. also can we talk about how fucking hot he looks in this gif??????? also kind of want to write some darker billy fics, more posessive smutty stuff yk

please let me know what you think of this i'm fucking obsessed

also I read a fic once where billy said "daddy daddy, don't call me daddy unless you want me to make you a mommy" AND I CAN'T FIND THE FIC NOW (IF I CAN FIND IT I'LL LINK IT HERE CAUSE WOW)

tags: @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl

AS WITH ALL NSFW WORKS ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP TO 18+

The first time was an accident. An honest to god slip of the tongue that you insist was not your fault. Seriously, if anyone else had had Billy Hargrove, fresh out of the shower and adorned in nothing but gray sweatpants smack their ass with that cocky smirk of his, you're sure they would have let a 'daddy' slip out as well. Nevertheless, you’d blanched. Mortified, you had been ready to politely pretend it hadn’t happened and move on. You expected nothing but the same from Billy, maybe the occasional teasing comment at worst. What you had decidedly not expected was for Billy to place his hand on the back of your neck and lower his lips to your ear, voice breathy and dangerous.

“It’s really in your best interest if you don’t call me that again, dollface.”

And that was it.

You took his word, not calling him that, not even bringing up the incident itself. As weeks and weeks pass, you soon begin to find it progressively harder not to call him that. You’re sure it’s just because of how adamant he was that you not use that particular pet name, but for reasons still beyond your understanding, now it was suddenly all you could seem to think about. Every time you see him, every time you think of him, your brain repeats it over and over, and you find yourself having to stifle it manually a lot more than you did before.

Your mind is suddenly torn from these worries one day when you find yourself leaning against the kitchen counter, clinging to Billy’s muscular arm wrapped around you. His chest is warm, pressed up against the curve of your back, lips pressing playful nips and kisses along your neck. His half hard dick is pressing against your ass, and his other hand finds its way down your pants, palming you through your soft panties. He murmurs dirty nothings into your ear, heel of his hand grinding down on your puffy clit. You’re so swept away by his touch that for just one moment, you lose focus. And in that one moment, it somehow slips out, breathy and desperate.

“Daddy…”

You both freeze. Heat rises to your face and you scramble to recover, and Billy is now fully hard behind you, a rush of heat pooling in his core as what you said rings in his ears.

“Sorry,” You sputter, “I- I didn’t mean that, I, uh…”

You’re so nervous and it’s so cute, Billy thinks, as you fumble for an explanation, that he can’t help but tease you a little. Maybe more than a little. He begins to play with your clothed cunt again, pace agonizing.

“You meant…” he prompts, voice low and expectant. You’re clearly having trouble focusing on what you were trying to say, which he exacerbates by once again, grinding the heel of his hand into your clit. Don’t say daddy, don’t say daddy, don’t say daddy, don’t say-

“Daddy- sorry!” you slip again. Your words hang in the air. He lets out a breathy chuckle, enjoying this way too much, as he lazily plays with your burning heat, warm and puffy, sensitive to his touch from the extent of your arousal. He leans closer to your ear, consumed by a new kind of hunger.

“Daddy, daddy,” he whines mockingly, voice treacherously sincere, “I warned you last time, sweetcheeks,” his gestures get sharper, punctuating his words, and his breath fans over your neck.

“Don’t call me daddy unless you want me to make you a mommy.”

You can’t restrain yourself from letting a whiney moan slip out in spite of your best efforts to stay quiet, to not let his teasing get a rise out of you no matter how effective it is. The sound rings beautifully in his ears, and his fingers push aside the fabric of your underwear.

“You know,” He begins, dipping between your folds, spreading around the sweet sticky wetness with his fingers, and your eyes flutter closed at the skin on skin contact you’ve been so desperately needing, heart pounding in your chest, loud and heavy. His tone of voice is almost too light, too casual, and you know he’s enjoying seeing you like this so goddamn much. He continues, getting lower and more gravley in your ear, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you want me to knock you up.”

His voice, his words alone are enough to send even more burning heat to your core, and your grip tightens on his arm. You can feel yourself dripping, squeezing out thick wet beads that drip down his fingers. He’s still edging you, and he can tell by your reaction that he’s doing a bang up job of riling you up, getting you all hot and bothered just for him.

“Huh?” he asks rhetorically, “You want that, doll?” You tilt your head back against him, trying to hold on to your senses. He finally begins to pump his long, thick fingers into you, just a little, and your grip tightens even more. His rings brush against your sensitive skin, the metal cool and rough, and it sends even more electricity through you. He cranes his neck, face moving closer to yours.

“You want to make me put a baby in you?”

“Yes,” you pant, without a second thought. He’s finally about half way in, scissoring your spongy elastic walls, stretching you out for what’s coming.

“Yes…” he prompts, coaxing more out of you. He wants to hear you say… what, he’s not exactly sure. Anything would sound nice coming from your lips at a time like this, and his repetition of your answer hangs between you, waiting for you to continue.

You squirm in his rock strong grip, ass grinding back against him, managing to half twist around enough to look up at him. You stare up at him, biting your lip with those big fuck me eyes that drive him wild. You look at him for a second, pulling all the breath from his lungs so easily, the way only you seem to be able to.

“Yes daddy.”

Everything leading up to this had been rumbling in the horizon, a premonition of what’s to come, and now with your words, you’ve happily sealed your fate. You’ve awakened something in him, in both of you. He lets out an excited chuckle, disbelieving how turned on two words from you have made him.

In one swift movement he pulls down your pants and hastily shoved aside panties, and has you sitting up on the counter, facing him, as he stands between your legs. The cold countertop sends a shiver up your spine, providing a stark contrast to your burning hot, fully exposed cunt. One hand comes up to the side of your face and he runs his thumb over your lip. You part your lips gently at his touch, and he uses this opportunity to connect his to yours. His kiss is deep and with purpose and you instantly want more.

One hand on the back of your neck, the other grabs at the soft flesh of your hip and thigh, making its way back down to your cunt. You’re grinding against his hand before he can even plunge his big, long fingers back into your dripping heat, and he bites your lip as a silent warning. Behave. You can practically hear him saying it, in that playful dangerous way of his, where you’re never quite sure how empty his threats to punish you and turn you into a good little slut for him are.

His tongue prods past your lips, curling and thrashing in your mouth, warm and full. He flicks it against yours, and you know the gesture is deliberate - reminder of how good it feels between your legs. It’s not lost on you, especially now, as his fingers expertly pump and curl against your tight walls, scissoring and stretching you out for his throbbing cock. God, you wish it was already inside you, but you know he’s so big you can’t realistically take him without plenty of prep. Plenty of fingering and licking and stretching that Billy is more than happy to provide.

He slowly works in a third finger, and you clench around him. He hums into your mouth, sending low reverberations through your lips. You can tell from how he’s working his fingers against your tight wetness, ensuring you’re thoroughly stretched out, that you’ve really excited him. He focuses all his energy on you, on making you feel good, and tries his hardest to resist the urge to start humping your leg while he does. By the time you’re moaning into his mouth, hands grabbing desperately for his cock, he feels he’s done his job sufficiently.

Feeling how tight you got around him in the last few minutes, he drags his fingers up and down, focusing on the spot that makes your hips jerk, and finally, you cum hard around his fingers. The euphoric sensation swims through you like champagne, and he lets out a loud moan that makes your cheeks hot. Feeling you pulse and throb, tight against his fingers, is driving him fucking crazy. He knows now more than ever that he needs his cock inside you, right fucking now.

He pulls his fingers out, dripping and wrinkled from your wetness, already missing your tight embrace. Your walls flutter around the noticeable absence, and you feel so empty. You whine at the loss of contact and he smirks.

In one fluid motion, he hoists you up over his shoulder, carrying you with one arm. You squeal in delight as he makes his way to the bedroom, landing a very firm, satisfying smack to your exposed ass and pussy, sending electricity to your cunt and heat to your face. He’s left with a wet patch on his hand, and an even stronger desire to fuck you till you can’t think straight.

Moments later, he walks you both into the bedroom, effortlessly tossing you onto the bed. You bounce when you land, scooching further back as he takes off his pants and shirt, crawling on top of you. He approaches like a hungry jungle cat, dangerous and anticipating you. Any other time he’d take plenty of time to admire you thoroughly, gaping and dripping just for him, just from his fingers. He would fawn over you, telling you what a pretty pussy you have, how he can't wait to stretch you out and ruin you, can't wait to make you scream his name.

But this time, for once, he can't wait. He guides your hand with his, moving automatically to his cock (which you can’t even wrap your hands all the way around), and you begin to pump him a few times to get him all warmed up. He lets out a heavy breath, your touch euphoric. Right as you start to drag your finger across the head, he lets out a moan, removing your hand before it becomes too much for him to bear.

Propped up on your elbows, he tears off your shirt, gazing at your newly exposed chest. He takes in your form, cheeks flushed. He pushes you down flat against the soft bed, where you land with a bounce. His large hands move to your thighs, groping the soft flesh, filling you with a hazy warmth.

"I love it when you touch me like that," you breathe, and you can see the anticipation, the hunger building in his eyes. He smirks looking down at you with a smoldering expression that sends a fresh wave of butterflies through you.

"There’s plenty more where that came from, toots."

Before you can even blush, his grip on your thighs tightens as he throws your legs on his shoulders, leaning over you, and presses a hot, open mouthed kiss to your lips. He’s not stopping at folding you in half, you realize as he proceeds to pin both your arms over your head, holding your wrists with one hand, gripping the sheets with the other. He begins to roll his hips into yours, and he moans, fully inside you in just a few thrusts.

If he hadn’t rendered you both speechless and breathless in a mere few seconds, you’re sure you’d be a moaning mess, too. Somehow, in spite of all that, he manages to draw a moan out of you, which is instantly muffled by his tongue fucking into your mouth. He loves that. He loves the feeling of you desperately whining against his tongue. It makes his grip on the sheets tighten even more, knuckles going white against the cool metal of his rings, and the chain of his necklace grazes against you in sync with his hips.

He pulls apart, letting out a long, low moan that quickly turns into a chuckle, his breath fanning over your skin. His eyes bore into yours, and you can feel him rubbing up against your cervix with every deliberate thrust. It’s a feeling that was entirely foreign to you until you had met Billy. Not only is he the only one you’ve met that’s actually big enough to reach your cervix, but he also knows exactly what to do and exactly how to do it to make you feel so, so good - a skill he’s most definitely using to his advantage right now. It adds a whole new layer, another pleasurable hum to the symphony he’s creating with your bodies.

“Atta girl,” he praises sweetly, eyes never leaving yours, “just like that…”

Jesus Christ, you look so goddamn hot and fuckable when you’re splayed out beneath him like this, all submissive just for him. That doe eyed fuck me look on your face, while his hand is wrapped around your wrists, legs pinned down, it makes him want to fill you up even more than he did before. He knows for a fucking fact that if he could see your pussy right now, it would look amazing.

He’s really, really glad he’s hitting it raw right now, because if he somehow wasn’t currently about to knock you the hell up, he’d do whatever he had to to make sure he could. All he wants right now is to make you feel good, and fuck a baby into your needy little cunt. Based on the volume and frequency of your whiny moans and other noises, he’s doing a pretty damn good job.

He’s looking at you with this wild drive, this intensity, this hunger you haven’t seen anywhere else. His broad shoulders and muscular torso press into you, providing a nice sense of weight and pressure that somehow makes all this feel even better. The heat from your bodies radiates off each other as you pant, trying in vain to catch your breath from everything he’s done to you, everything he’s made you feel.

You snap out of the thought, stretched and accustomed to his size after a few moments, and he finally begins to move. The pace he sets is agonizing and perfect and you let out a long, breathy moan. A deep satisfaction begins to work its way through you as you’re stuffed with his cock, finally feeling full the way you’ve been craving for… a while, you realize. You didn’t notice how badly you missed Billy’s touch, his cock, the way he fills you up and stretches you out.

It hasn’t even been that long since the last time he rearranged your guts, you suppose, you’re just a little bit addicted to his cock by now. He hits a spot inside you that has you whining again, and you reluctantly admit to yourself you’re more than a little addicted. Much more. You feel him twitch inside you, making you even more aware of how well he fills you up, how deep and thick he is inside you, and you let out a shuddering sigh as he moans, breath fanning each other's faces.

Meanwhile, Billy can’t help but revel in how tight you are. You have a vice grip on his cock, squeezing him more perfectly than he could imagine, and no matter how many times you fuck, you always feel so much better than he expects. You’re warm, and tight, and wet; exactly the right grippy texture to make his cock twitch and leak tons of precum. You stimulate him better, more perfectly than anyone or anything he’s ever encountered.

He dwells on this feeling for a few seconds as you adjust to the swell of his cock, and the rhythm he’s splitting you in half to, simply allowing himself to really enjoy the feeling of being inside of you. Under any other circumstances he’d do things a little differently - he’d for sure go down on you until you cum at least three times, and that’s just to start with - but tonight is different. Tonight, he’s not just fucking you, he’s not just going to pleasure you until you’re both seeing stars. No, tonight, he’s on a mission to get you pregnant. Right fucking now.

It takes every single ounce of restraint and self control he has to maintain the pace he’s set, which is just slow enough for you to feel every single sensation he’s giving you, but not slow enough for your focus to stray from him for one moment. Every single thought you have is Billy, Billy, Billy, which is exactly how he wants you. You whine, trying to squirm below him, but you can’t move much with the way he has you pinned down below him. The noises you make, the way you writhe against him, the way you say his name in a breathy little sigh has him fighting to keep his composure.

It’s so difficult for him not to go absolutely feral with you beneath him like this, when he’s made you like this. He wants you, he craves you. It’s taking everything in him not to rush into this like a bull, but god dammit he is determined, he is going to knock you up tonight. And make you cum as many times as he can during that process. He can’t help himself as he starts growling out the filthiest shit he can think of, letting every dirty thought he has about you flow out of him.

“How does that feel, angel?” he asks, eyes burning into you, and you let out another whine in response.

“Good girls use their words,” he pants in your ear, voice low, “you want to be a good girl for Billy, don’t you?”

He’s barely gotten started and his words are already flooding you with heat, making you throb around him.

“Yes,” you manage to choke out, and he lets out a growl, satisfied with your response. He increases his pace and he fucks into you, deep and fast and hot. He lets out a moan, feeling you squeeze around him.

“That’s it,” he praises you for responding, “good whores follow daddy’s orders.” he growls. You let out a whiney, breathy moan and tighten around him. He continues his torrent of dirty talk, loving the reactions he gets out of you.

“You gonna follow orders? Huh?” he coaxes, “You gonna take my cock, be obedient for me, angel?”

You nod, whining again. His free hand releases its grip on the sheets, making its way to your stomach, pressing down. You can both feel his bulge inside you, going in and out, even more than you did before.

“Maybe I should start calling you mommy, get some practice in for when I knock you up…” he muses, voice gravely with lust. He can feel the soft, squishy flesh of your tits pressed up right against him, and they jiggle rhythmically in response to every one of his thrusts. His hand leaves your stomach, moving back up to your jaw to angle your face towards his.

He plants messy, hot kisses all over your mouth and neck, continuing to growl dirty shit right into your ear. You can barely pay attention to his very, very hot words, because Jesus fucking Christ his cock feels so good inside you. He fucks you so good, you can barley wrap your mind around it. You know later when you’re catching up with your friends over coffee they’ll ask about Billy, they’ll take one look at you and know. He’s barely gotten started with you, and you’re already cock drunk. Great.

He can see your eyes glazing over, and he knows what that look means.

“Already, sugarlips?” he asks rhetorically, a cock, teasing tone to his voice. You’re a panting, writhing mess that he’s made you into, so of course he’s going to tease you about it. You wouldn’t expect any less from him. You moan again, sounding like you’re straight out of a porn - and looking like it too, he thinks - and you try to bury your face in his neck. He doesn’t let you, kissing you more instead, so he can keep looking at your gorgeous, fucked out face.

“ ‘m close-” you manage to moan into his mouth, but he knows. Of course he knows, look at you. He can feel your muscles slowly contracting around him. He pumps into you a few more times, and somehow you tighten around him even more as you cum intensly around him. He’s balls deep inside you, and he knows if he tries to move like this he’ll come undone in an instant, which he does not want - not yet, at least. Instead, he grinds his pelvic bone into your clit to carry you through your second orgasm of the night. It works, and you convulse and writhe below him, legs shaking over his shoulders.

“Good girl…” he moans, voice dripping with praise, and just a little condescending. Just the way he knows you like it. You pulse around him, and once your grip lets up enough, he begins to pound into you again. He’s now made you cum at least twice, and does not plan on stopping. Heat floods to your cheeks as he once again takes up that relentless pace again, never ceasing to make you feel anything but euphoric.

His eyes are locked on yours, boring into your soul. The way he looks at you is so intense, and every time you squeeze them shut, or look away, he’s still staring just as intensely when you look back. The truth is, Billy really can’t get enough of you. There’s a certain high he gets from having all your attention, from being the thing that makes you feel so good you can’t stop moaning and screaming his name in spite of how much you might try.

He craves that attention from you more than anything. And dear god, you look so goddamn cute when you get nervous like that. When you look away, all blushy and flustered and fuckable, it just… does something to him. It makes that attention, that connection, so much sweeter. After you look away again, he takes his free hand and grabs your face, locking your eyes with his once more.

“Look at daddy when he’s fucking you.” he growls, and you moan relexively. He chuckles, eyes staring into your soul.

“You like that, don’t you dollface? Course you do… pretty thing like you just loves gettin’ tossed around by a big strong man.”

Fuck. He’s right, and you both know it. There’s no use trying to deny it, your moans and noises, the way you clench around him at his words are all the answer he needs. The heat generating between you two has a thin glistening sheen of sweat reflecting off his smooth skin in the low light of the room. Every noise you make (and you’re making a whole damn lot of them) is just turning Billy on more, continuing to encourage him to get you pregnant and full with his child. And he is going to get you so, so pregnant.

His free hand moves from your jawline to your tits, vehemently groping the soft flesh. He starts to play with your nipples, hard from arousal, and previously brushing against his chest, sending heat to your core. Now the heat they’re sending to your core is intentional. And it’s straight from Billy.

After a moment, he brings his thumb into his mouth, then his index finger into yours. You wrap your lips around him, sucking automatically. He pounds into you harder, curling his finger against your tongue the way he’d curled it inside you earlier.

“So good, so, so good… you gonna be a good little slut for me? Huh?” You moan, nodding as he gently finger fucks your mouth. Once he’s satisfied, he retracts his finger, hand making its way back to your tits. You spit mixes on your skin as he begins to tweak and rub your nipples again.

“Parading that tight little ass around in those shorts…” he plants another affectionate smack on your hip, grip on your wrists tightening, “calling me daddy,” he growls, pace relentless, “like that’s not gonna get you knocked up.” He chuckles as you clench around him.

Yeah, you’re definitely going to have a bruised cervix after this, but dear god it’s worth it. He’s panting, breath fanning all over you, making you even warmer than before. He fills you up so good, fucking you deep into your guts, making your head swim. Shit, you can’t get enough of him. No matter how much you fuck, you’re always craving him, craving his touch. He can’t seem to get enough of you either, practically everything you do turns him on. He’s relentless and you’re insatiable - you make a surprisingly good pair.

You’re close again, and you moan as it snaps you out of your train of thought. He can make you cum so fast it’s almost embarrassing. And you know he absolutely fucking loves it. He adores every minute of this. He loves how blushy and embarrassed you get when he’s made you cum half a dozen times back to back. You look so sweet and fucked out and flushed below him, practically drooling over his cock. He loves overstimulating you, he loves getting to watch as he actually fucks your brains out. He starts babbling out more praise, unable to hold back.

“Takin’ my cock like such a good, obedient girl,” he moans in your ear, placing hot kisses all over your face and neck. His hand is now pressing down on your stomach again, feeling his bulge stretch you over and over. The added sensation to your walls has you whining in a way that makes him throb inside you.

“F-fuck,” he chokes out, “you already feel all swolen ‘nd knocked up… gonna be so fuckin’ cute when you’re all pregnant, gonna make such a good little mommy-”

God dammit, it’s enough to send you over the edge yet again. You cum hard, convulsing around his cock, letting out a torrent of porn worthy moans.

“Fuck, Billy!” you cry out, clamping and shaking around him. You’ve finally brought him to the edge, and he can’t hold back any longer this time. This time, he cums with you.

“Shit- fuck!” his moan is torn from his throat, and he almost laughs at the end. You can’t imagine feeling any more full than you do with Billy’s cock stuffed inside you, his hot body and muscular chest pressing up against yours, but when he starts pumping you full of thick, hot cum, a new kind of satisfaction washes through you.

He lets out gravely moans, almost growling into your ear as he humps into you, riding out your highs. You expect him to stop after that, or at least slow down. Your eyes, glazed over with pleasure, widen in excitement and anticipation as he continues, speeding up to the pace he was keeping before. He fucks his cum deeper inside you, and with your hips slightly angled upwards, he knows he can keep every drop inside you. The realization sends blood rushing to his cock, and you feel him harden inside you.

He continues pistoning into you, your sweet moans like music to his ears. In spite of how close he has you, he’s overwhelmed with desire for you. He wants to touch you, wants to squeeze your soft tits and feel you pressed up against him without your legs in the way. He wants to be even closer to you. So, he leans back without pulling out, and brings your legs off his shoulders, wrapping them around your waist. He inches his legs forward so he has you in something akin to a mating press. He pins you back down, pressing against you even more than before.

“There’s a good girl,” he coos, thrusting into you like your lives depend on it, “such a good girl for daddy huh?”

You moan in agreement. You cling on to him, already feeling the dizzy beginnings of another orgasm building up.

“Gonna make such a good mommy,” he breathes, in between pressing hot open mouthed kisses along your neck, “gonna be so fuckin’ cute… all full and pregnant…”

It lasts for hours. You lost track of how many times you’ve both cum, you’re either at or well into double digits by now, his baby fevered dirty talk never ceasing. He cums into you again, and again, and again. He’s cum inside you so many times now you’re actually starting to look pregnant. The bulge in your stomach is bigger than before, and you’re stuffed full of more than just his cock. He touches your stomach, and you can tell he’s thinking the same thing.

He continues to pound into you, hitting that spot that makes your brain short circuit. His hands are all over you, groping your soft flesh, feeling you up and gripping the sheets until his knuckles turn white. You cling onto him, scratching his back and pulling his hair.

“Maybe I should keep you like this, huh? Keep you nice and pregnant,” he lets out an animalistic growling moan, laughing deliriously at the idea, “Keep fuckin’ brats into you as quick as you can push em out…”

His cock twitches at the mere thought. He’s drunk on you, on the idea of breeding you, keeping you constantly filled up to the brim. Honestly, he seems a little unhinged at this point, and it’s really, really hot.

He cums again as he finishes the thought, and you're sure you can't possibly feel any more full than you do right now. Eventually he begins to slow down, finally stopping still, and you can feel his cock and balls twitching against your sensitive walls. Still sheathed inside you, he collapses his weight on top of you, causing your breathing to shallow slightly. His hot breath fans over your face and neck as he kisses your jawline, exhausted, and praises you for a job well done.

"Such a good girl for me… taking daddy's cock so well…"

He rubs soothing shapes into your skin.

"Gonna make such cute little babies…"

His touch is enamored as ever, providing a sense of comfort entirely unique to him.

"... Be fuckin' gorgeous, all soft and round…"

He continues to murmur every loving, still very hot thought that crosses his mind into your ear as he kisses your neck. You're both totally blissed out, and you lay in each other's embrace, enjoying the warmth and touch you share.

After a little while, you're not sure how Iong, he begins to push himself up slightly.

"I should get cleaned up…" you begin, feeling his cum sloshing around inside you, kept firmly in place by his cock. You move to scoot out from under him, but he stops you. He pushes you back down to the bed, tits jiggling.

"Ah ah ah," he says in a warning.

"Billy," you start, fighting off a flustered giggle. He grabs a pillow, sliding his hand under the small of your back. In one swift motion, he lifts you up and places the pillow under your hips. He lays back down on top of you, all without pulling out of you for a moment. You let out a noise as he moves against your sensitive flesh, grunting as he settles against you.

"I have to get cleaned up…" you trail off with a giggle.

"Oh no, no you don't sugarlips," he says, in that cocky, dominant tone of voice, "I'm gonna keep you stuffed full of me like this for a while."

He thrusts into you once or twice to emphasize his point, causing you to squirm against him - a feeling he really, truly can not get enough of.

"Cause otherwise," he continues once he’s settled back on top of you, gently crushing you with his weight, "I'd have to fill you up all over again. And I know how much you would hate that." Cloying sarcasm drips from his lips, and he feels you flutter around him and the statement, unsure if it's a threat or a promise or both.

You know he definitely knocked you up, there’s no way this didn't work exactly how he wanted it to. But you don't think that you’d mind trying a couple more times, just to make sure. On top of you, fighting off sleep to revel in your presence, your touch, your warmth, and press even more kisses into your soft skin, Billy is thinking the exact same thing.

My husband❤️‍🔥🥵😩

PEDRO PASCAL as JAVI GUTIERREZ in The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent (2022) trailer

Tease; (Post Azkaban) Sirius Black

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Req: Maybe something about the reader being the eldest weasley, or either Bill or Charlie’s twin and they sneak around behind Molly and Arthur’s back in Order of the Phoenix? Ideal scenario, Sirius and the reader are having seggsy times in his room (kinky, degradation/breeding kink if poss) and Sirius has to keep her quiet if people are in hallway? No worries if not 😘🥰

C.W.: Soft dom Sirius in the beginning, Molly’s a cockblock, some thigh riding in the beginning as a lil treat, mentions of Sirius’ family issues and his time in Azkaban, D/s dynamics, bratty reader, exhibition kink, fingering, oral sex (male recieving), punishment sex, breeding kink, degradation, spanking with a belt, Sirius has a crying kink.

Word Count: 5.1k

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I sat on Sirius’ bed at twelve Grimmauld place and admired him. The book I had been trying to read laid on the bed, long forgotten as I studied the man in front of me.

Sirius was standing in front of the floor length window looking longingly outside. After being cooped up here for a summer, save for the time he took Harry to Kings Cross, it’s only natural to want to be free.

Recently however, he seemed much more content now that he had constant company, between members of my family and the Order he was scarcely ever alone. The Weasley’s are not a small family, dad often jokes that we have enough people in our immediate family to form a Quidditch team and still have some people left over.

But just because they had a large family doesn’t mean that my parents weren’t keen on taking in one more, even if really Sirius had been the one to take us in. Despite the portrait of Walburga’s protests, My family, along with Harry and Hermione, had stayed with Sirius for the better half of the summer, and my parents and I were still staying with him now late into the fall.

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