Warnings: oh boy SMUT (c’mon), not quite breeding kink but something like that, masturbation maybe?, bondage, penetrative sex, edging, a bunch of stuff i dont know how to name, let’s just say this is nasty
Every man, at some point, has to come to terms with the fact that he will never be his father. For some that means despair; for others, relief. For Din Djarin, it was only confirmation of a life-long suspicion: He will never be a good man. What little he remembers of his biological parents is tinted by childish idealism or repressed grief, but his father was a good man. He was an honest, hardworking family man, that much he remembers. Which means that Din will never be one. Ever since he hit the ground on that discovery he spends every day shoveling into that dark pit, digging out more evidence to back it up: A good man would not have run with Ran’s crew. A good man would not have gotten tangled with Xi’an. A good man would have stayed with Omera, learnt how to work the land and built something instead of destroying, for once. A good man would not have given up the kid. He can never undo that, delivering him to the Empire. It doesn’t matter that he went back, he can never take back the couple of hours between the delivery and the return, when he became a man who’d exchange a child’s life for credits. And maker, he wants to. He would like nothing more than to erase every stain on that self-flagellating list, but every day he adds more items instead. The latest addition: A good man would not have put you in danger.
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