Summary: In the aftermath of illness, Mando takes another step.
Word Count: 3200
Warnings:Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, illness (not graphic), descriptions of male and female bodies, fingering (f receiving), grinding, male masturbation, allusions to sexual acts, we’re still yearning because we have trouble letting ourselves have nice things.
Notes: First I’m making up things about space banks, now we’re speculating about space doctors. I hope in the great Star Wars universe they’ve figured out things like (galactic?) health care and insurance premiums. Poor little Grogu is suffering in this one, but I promise he’s in good hands.
I read this before bed and now I am mad as hell that I have to just go asleep without being taken care of by a board man in armour!
Look at my baby making moves now, he saw an opportunity and he took it. Yes, throw caution to the wind! Then he let her sleep.
Then getting off on the thought of giving her pleasure.
Also, the I feel like this is the most Grogu sentence ever written “….he tipped his ration pouch out onto Mando’s lap while looking him right in his visor, deadpan baby face daring you to be angry about it.”
