Mine
Din Djarin x Female Reader
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Word count: 3.7k
Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) dirty talk, praise kink, breeding kink, slight degradation, Dom!Din, choking (once), vaginal fingering, anal fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal sex, rough sex.
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A/N: oof this got away from me LOL.
I wrote this a HOT minute ago, so I may cringe while reading back on it. Who knows, lmao. Also, this is just a one-shot. It’s not related to the Blurred Lines Series.
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You walk down through the bazaar and into the covert you’ve called home for years now, back from an exhausting hunt and hoping to be able to rest among your tribe. Although you did not take the Mandalorian creed, you are welcomed here with open arms. All because you had caught the eye of a Mandalorian.
Walking down the stairs, you continue on through the halls as you walk toward the main common space. Small children run by you, covered by their shrunken helmets. They giggle while grasping their necklaces, proud to have a symbol of the great Mythosaur with them always. This was something you admired, and you too had one of these necklaces, the only symbol you were allowed to bear to link you to your tribe. Looking at your own adornment, you’re reminded of the incredible sadness that fills you each night you are away from your husband. But you had wanted this. You insist, every now and then, to go off on a mission of your own. After all, you still had the Mando’a spirit, you were not simply a riduur to one. And now that you were done catching your bounty, you decided to come back to the covert and wait for him to return from his own adventure.