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The cast of the Original Trilogy had cliched, boring character concepts that were executed wonderfully enough for it not to matter. 

 The cast of the Prequel Trilogy had interesting concepts that were executed poorly enough to make them seem utterly stupid. 

The cast of the Sequel Trilogy had amazing, thought-provoking concepts that were executed in the town square and put up on pikes as a warning to others.

Weakness

Din Djarin x afab!reader (smut with no pronoun use, no use of y/n)

Word count: 6k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), sex pollen, unprotected sex, fingering, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, feelings, pining, protective!Din, feelings confessions, mild violence, bounty hunting, minor character death (please let me know if I missed anything but I think I got it all)

Notes: There’s so many fics where Din is the one who gets pollened, so I wanted to do something a little different. This is a beast of a fic omg this is so long by my standards lol! And of course, lots of pining and protective!Din too cause you know me lol! Enjoy! And as of posting this, I’m getting real close to a big follower milestone so give me a follow if you liked this!!

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Blaster fire cut though the hot wind of the Tatooine desert. You grunted as you ran ahead of the Mandalorian in pursuit of your current bounty. The two of you worked as a team, and you each were able to anticipate the other’s actions before it happened. Even without words, you both somehow appeared to read the other’s thoughts, and it made you a very dangerous and deadly team.

Vaguely you wondered if your feelings for Mando were a part of the reason why, but you didn’t let yourself dwell on it too much. Instead, you buried your true feelings deep down and kept it a hidden secret from him.

“Never a dull moment on this planet huh?” you snarked through your comms as a gust of sand blocked your view of your partner.

“Keep your guard up,” was his response as you both moved in tandem to surround your target.

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That moment when you have to give back Daddy’s helmet but you REALLY don’t want to!!!

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he’s a child din

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Din Djarin holding his son🥺💚

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drabble with mando + breeding 👀

utter filth for you, my love 💜

f!reader cw: explicit, 18+, unprotected p in v, excessive cum play, breeding kink of course, baby mention

He won't say it—not yet. It's too soon, too early in your relationship, and you both have implants.

But you know he's obsessed.

Din is obsessed with fucking you full and then doing it again, spilling inside you until it leaks out around the fat base of his cock. Until a thick, hot trickle slips down the curve of your ass and leaves a sticky spot on the sheet underneath you. Until your pussy is a little sore from taking the girth of him over and over—hard, because that's how he needs to give it to you.

He doesn't say it, won't make a demand, but he insists on keeping you tucked under him for a while, even after. For as long as you allow it, he keeps his face buried in your neck, sucking sweet kisses under your ear, petting you like you're something precious. Soft inside you, his solid weight a grounding presence, he relaxes on top of you to keep his cum where it belongs.

Eventually, reluctantly, he pulls away. He drops back to his heels and pushes your thighs open and up, dipping his head to admire the sight of it, the gloss where it wells at your entrance. There's a specific wistful groan you've come to recognize—a sound square between deep satisfaction and unspoken desire.

He's looking at something so close to what he really wants.

And even then, he uses his fingers, slick and gentle, to catch the rogue milky drops and press them back inside you, humming low in filthy contentment as he puts it back in its rightful place.

Sometimes, once he's satisfied with his work, he ducks his head to kiss you there, where you're full of him. As if to claim...that's mine.

No, he won't say it yet.

But you know Din will fuck a baby into you the very moment you ask.