grogu: can fight, hide, run, climb, protect himself to a certain extent, forage for food and water, dress himself, knows how to use paint guns and grenades, communicate nonverbally through motions and using assistive communication devices, understand others speaking around and to him, receive instructions, break into buildings and unlock doors, fucking MEDITATE
people: he can't speak so he's a stupid little helpless baby
the ableism becoming apparent in the fandom after the mandalorian and grogu movie is fucking staggering
Just started sobbing because I found out mark ruffalo will stop playing the hulk soon 😭 Hulk being the only “avengers” that I’ve rly loved was only happening because mark ruffalos depiction of him resonated with me sm. Man once’s he’s done I might drop marvel
Din comes back after a long, exhausting day and feels too tense to give you any attention. So you make it your mission to be impossible to ignore.
Contains: smut, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, praise kink, dom!din, brat-ish reader, dirty talk, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, babygirl), dom/sub dynamic, slight power imbalance, light degradation, fingers in mouth, mentions of violence (non-graphic), reader is needy & desperate, soft aftercare, established relationship, no use of y/n
Wordcount: 4,771
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Din practically rushes into the Razor Crest that day, his heavy boots dragging across the floor in a way that makes you sharpen your senses.
"Din?" you shout over your shoulder and rise to your feet to welcome him.
"Don't ask…" is the first thing he barks in your direction, plopping into a chair while you raise your eyebrows in concern.
"Are you alright?"
He only went out to do some miserably paid job for a smuggler today, so you didn't expect him to be that exhausted when he came back.
"Yeah. It was just… a fucking mess. The guy… I shouldn't've trusted him. He made it sound like it was just one guy who barely had any guards with him, but guess what… Had a whole fucking army."
"I'm sorry, Din…" you whisper and take his hand, which he quickly pushes away.
"It's fine. I just gotta calm down. Jesus… I should never work for smugglers again. They just rip you off."
"Can I do something for you?" you ask and sit down as well, crossing your legs while your boyfriend reaches for the map that's spread across the desk.
"No. I just… I'm just gonna focus on this. It's gonna distract me. I'm serious, I'm fine. Just – angry."
"Yeah, but I could help you too. Distract you… you know?"
You mischievously lift the corner of your mouth, but unfortunately it doesn't have the desired effect on Din. He just tilts his head to the side, the blinking red lights of the defense installation reflecting in his visor.
"It's fine. You don't have to."
"I want to, Din, really, I – "
He cuts you off by raising his hand, then points to the map in front of him.
"I said it's fine. Just… I don't know, go to bed. I'm okay."
Although you respect his wishes, you stay with him, hoping that your breathing isn't going to bother him and stress him more than he already is. Fortunately, he doesn't complain about your mere presence, though you feel frustrated regardless. On a normal day, he probably would have already swiped this stupid map off the desk and fucked your lights out. He claims he's alright, but he doesn't act that way, which irritates you.
"How was your day?" he asks after half an hour, lifting his gaze from the map for the very first time. You jump at the sound of his voice, eyes big as they take in his hands that are bare by now. Good, at last a first sign of calm nerves.
"Okay. I fixed the cooling system."
"Good," he wheezes and glares back down while you try to figure out what to make of this interaction. With his helmet on and even his voice distorted, it's always hard to read him. And then, this is just his personality. Not talking a lot, especially not about his emotions. Telling you to back off when you're positive he needs you most. But how are you supposed to help him when your priority is respecting his boundaries and avoiding annoying him further?
"Din?"
"Mhm?" he snorts and doesn't move a muscle.
"You have a wound on your wrist."
He twists his left hand, then stares at you. "It's nothing."
"Let me take care of it. Please." You add that little word because you know what it does to him. In addition to the plea you put into your voice, you have a good feeling about convincing him to grant you that freedom in no time…
"Fine. But it's not necessary. It's just a small cut."
You pretend you don't even hear him as you walk over to a cupboard where your medications are stored. He is right, it's really nothing more than a small wound that doesn't require any special attention, but on a day like that, you seize any opportunity to get closer to him, physically as well as spiritually.
"How did it happen?" you ask while you sit back down, shifting closer to him to take a look at the crust.
"I don't even remember…" Din sighs but offers you his arm willingly.
"Does it hurt?"
"No."
You smile and then lean in to kiss his helmet like you usually always do when he returns. You haven't done it tonight, and you have felt the consequences strain on your shoulders. He doesn't jerk back or protest, which causes relief to bubble in your stomach. When his hand roams up your back, briefly brushing against the fabric of your shirt, your lips curl and you start to think that everything might just be alright in a matter of seconds. Perhaps after you have cleaned the wound…
"I'm gonna go after this motherfucker, by the way. He owes me after this mission. He basically paid me nothing. At least compared to the shit that I did for him."
He forms a fist with his right hand, which gives you a great view of the massive size of his palm, his beautiful bulging veins. Fuck, you really haven't picked a good day to be so horny given that Din seems entirely elsewhere with his thoughts today. The only question standing in the room is whether or not he's going to remember the desire he normally feels for you after a long day.
"Are you gonna do that tomorrow?" you ask carefully while applying some disinfectant to the wound. He sharply inhales through his teeth but doesn't stop you.
"Probably. Depends on if he's still in his shithole or has fled the planet. We'll see."
"What are you doing with the map?" you want to know next and put the bottle back down as you're finished with the simple task.
"Just figuring out our route. Thanks… Can't be too safe with those cuts…"
You smile faintly and sit down, though you have no intention of ending the conversation you're holding with your boyfriend.
"Din?"
"What?"
You let a second pass before you grab his hand and slowly bring it to your face. Slowly, so that you can see his posture shift in real time.
"Sweetheart…" Din grunts, his fingers curling against your cheek just a tad.
"Please…?" you mutter and put all the despair and hope in your lingering gaze.
"Please what?"
"Please be with me… I need you." You hope that he knows in what way you need to be with him without having to spell it out. However, his body doesn't tell you if he knows what exactly you have in mind.
"Baby, I need to finish this stuff."
"But can't you do it tomorrow?"
At that point, the misery and pathetic yearning in your tone are of no concern to you. You know Din well enough to be comfortable wearing your feelings on your sleeve and telling him just how desperate you are for an ounce of his attention.
"I gotta know where to fly us, don't I?" he groans, gently pulling his hand away from your face, which causes your shoulders to slump.
"Please. I missed you all day."
"Babygirl, you know that I wanna make you feel good, but I can't do it right now. I got work to do."
"And would you let me? Make you feel good?"
Hope briefly flickers in your eyes, but then it vanishes as quickly as it appeared. Din shakes his head slowly and determinedly places your hand, which has awkwardly hovered in the air, in your lap.
"Just go to bed. You need your rest, sweetheart. And I have to focus, I can't be distracted from this, alright?"
Your lips involuntarily pucker, round eyes setting on his visor where a few inches below he's hopefully feeling a small amount of pity for you right now.
"But can I stay in here at least?" you breathe, finger twitching in his direction before you remember how cruelly he has just shoved your hand into your own lap. Instead of his, goddamnit.
"Okay. But please be quiet, baby, okay? We can cuddle later. But not now."
You nod weakly, although Din is already busy with his stupid map again, which he studies manically. You wonder what could even be mildly interesting about it. Sure, the ship needs a route and his way of earning money requires good planning, but you don't understand why he can't just do it another day, and why the two of you can't stay on this planet for a little while.
The city is big, there are many people who are looking for guys just like Din, and salt is cheap here. Once he has made a little more money and you can trade it on the black market for more of it, you might be able to sell it on Coruscant for a fortune. If those weren't good prospects.
"Alright, sweetheart…" he suddenly sneers, which prompts you to whirl around so suddenly your head spins.
"C'mere."
Lips parting in surprise, you don't react immediately, which makes Din sway his head to the side.
"You don't want to?"
"N-No, of course, I – Yes, I want to."
You smile brightly and move closer again, but once you're in reach, you realize that he hasn't specified what exactly he wants you to do, so you questioningly cock your eyebrows upward.
"Spread your legs. I'm gonna take care of you, but I still need you to be silent. Not quiet, silent."
As he tips his head toward the map, it hits you and you draw a deep breath.
"Yes, I – I can do it."
So he's going to touch you the way you crave it, but he's not going to give you his full attention. It's better than nothing, you find, and part your thighs like he has told you to.
"Spit in your palm," is his next command, harshly slipped past his lips so that it rather resembles a bark.
"Aren't you gonna…" you begin but bite onto your lip, watching his shoulders tense.
"Sweetheart… Do it. Or you're gonna have to take care of it yourself."
Okay, so you are playing with fire. Before that, you have been unsure whether you can permit yourself to get a tad more playful with him, hoping that his mood is going to brighten throughout the evening, but it seems like you're walking on glass around him tonight.
After Din has commanded you to open your pants, and you have obeyed his demand, you bring your spit to your pussy, smearing it all over your folds as best as you can while twisting your wrist like that. Only then does he take action for the first time.
"Come here," he snarls, keeping his eyes on the map but beckoning you closer with his hand. Once you do, he instantly finds the front of your pants as though the heat of your core has attracted his hand, and it has a magnetic effect on him.
He slips his fingers past the waistband silently, doesn't grunt or hum at the warmth of your cunt, doesn't inhale at the wetness coating your hole and doesn't praise you the way he normally does. Obviously, it's disappointing, but since Din still makes use of his talents, your brain is too distracted to get lost in your frustration.
"Ohh," you pant and immediately rock your hips against his hand, feeling the fat pad of his thumb press up against your clit. He circles the nub with such remarkable precision that you wonder how he manages to look at and understand the map, twist his hand in a way that must hurt, and find all the right spots at the same time.
But Din has always impressed you, and he continues to do so every single day you spend with him. The only thing bothering you is his silence, even though you pray that he might grow more vocal the longer he keeps his hand snug between your thighs.
"Din. Owww fuck. Yes…"
You place your elbow on the table, resting your cheek on your palm while he dives deeper to tap his middle finger against your hole. The fabric of your underwear is tight around his hand, giving him not much space to move, but by using some force, he is able to wander around your pussy effortlessly.
"Din. Din, fuck, yeah…" You probably look pathetic wincing and squirming in the chair like a madwoman, meanwhile your boyfriend couldn't have looked any more indifferent to the way you squeal and pant.
"Sweetheart…" he grumbles, sounding somewhere in the middle of annoyed and warning, but in your state of ecstasy you're unable to distinguish between the two.
"Please."
You don't know what you're asking for. Right now, for him to touch you where it burns, where your clit throbs until the tension is gone, but in the big picture, perhaps for him to give you more. Maybe to at least look at you while he fingers you so that you feel a bit more like he enjoys this too and doesn't just keep his hand between your legs to shut you up at last.
"F-Feels good," you stammer and place your hand over his wrist, rolling your hips in circles to meet his touch and show him where you most need him. Fuck, you wish he would at least acknowledge you and not utterly ignore what you have to say, no matter how brainless it may be. At least he huffs through his nose, though you can't tell whether he's referring to the big map in front of him or your relentless wriggling.
When he sinks two of his digits inside you, your toes curl and you can't help but stretch your legs away from you. You descend lower in the chair, arching your back, but Din just continues with his finger work as if he doesn't even notice any of your little reactions. Well, you can't be sure that he doesn't. He seems so focused on this map that you believe he might just be elsewhere with his thoughts, and his behavior isn't just a façade.
He's knuckles deep inside you now, gently scissoring you open while his thumb rolls around your stiff bundle of nerves. You have no idea how he does it blindly and from this angle, but to you there is no difference at all from how it feels normally. When you don't sit half behind him and his eyes aren't transfixed on his desk.
"Din…" you cry out and paw at his wrist, feeling the urge to drop your head to his arm to create more physical contact, but you're too scared that he will stop.
"Din, please."
He still shows no reaction. You could have slammed your brow on the surface of his table or scratched up your nails.
"Ohhh shit. Ah – Ah, fuck…"
He twists his fingers so delicately and perfectly that you involuntarily jerk, pressing your lips together to stay quiet before he's going to remind you to stay silent again. His thumb is so big and warm, much larger than your own, and it shows in the way he rubs tight circles over your clit. He touches you where it pulses uncomfortably, but at the same time, he doesn't overwhelm you. The pleasure always lingers right on the border of being too much, yet he never crosses it. You seriously don't know how he does it, if he just knows your body that well or if these are simply his instincts driving him to change the angle at the exact right time.
"Din," you choke out again, tugging at his hand to squeeze him closer against your core.
"Shh… I said quiet, sweetheart," he whispers. He probably thinks that his words are going to have an efficient effect on you, but what his voice does to you isn't something either of you could have possibly anticipated. His low, raspy tone sends shivers down your spine, your view blurring as you draw a heavy breath through your parted lips.
"Huh. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Din, fuck…"
His fingers hit you deeper, creating a steady rhythm against your cervix. He doesn't hurt you, nor does he lifelessly thrust them back and forth, but once more, seems to know where he needs to nudge his pads against.
From the corner of your eye, you see his left hand curl into a fist, which has previously moved the card around. You presume that it's a good sign, but his divine swipes across your pearl don't give you the time and concentration to analyze his behavior further.
You're just about to moan his name again, the syllables already bubbling in the back of your throat, when his touch is gone all of a sudden. It's only now that you realize your eyes are closed.
"N-No," you whine, blinking a few times when there are two hands on your waist, dragging you to your feet.
"Fuck it," Din groans, moves you over to the desk faster than you can process, and the next thing you feel are his massive hands opening your legs.
"You fucking know what you're doing… don't you?" he hisses darkly, cradling your face with his left hand while his right frees his cock from the restraints of his pants. You faintly feel satisfaction and arousal coil in your stomach, but you can't bring yourself to entirely taste the full extent. You feel too surprised, and your head is still spinning too fast from being hoisted to your feet so rapidly.
"You wanted this so badly, right? Wanted to distract me…"
Moving his left hand to your thigh, he trails the tip of his cock through your folds, gathering your wetness while you turn to jelly on top of the desk.
"I need you, Din…" Your hands loosely run up his armor that he has yet to take off. The surface has a cooling effect on your palms, still, you wish he were naked instead so that you can kiss him, feeling his muscles pulse under your flesh.
"I know you do. Didn't try to hide it, mhm?"
His cock enters you in one swift motion that causes your eyes to widen. You can't see it in his face, but based on the way he halts and rubs soothing patterns over your skin, you know that through his harsh demeanor your well-being is still his priority that outshines everything else. Even while he takes you roughly, and even while he's a little pissed at you for bringing chaos into his evening plans.
"That's it, sweetheart… Right there, mhm?"
You want to mewl as he connects his hand with your lower belly, gently pressing into your stomach.
"You're driving me fucking insane, do you know that?"
"I'm sorry…" you whisper and dip your head forward so that it can rest on his shoulder while he steadily drives his length in and out of you.
"I know you are… It's okay. You just can't help being a little slut for me sometimes. It's not your fault…"
You convulse at his words, lips agape and eyes half closed. His thumb on your clit, which you haven't even noticed to be there until now, presses into you harshly, building up more and more pressure until you shriek and jolt, which evokes deep panting in him.
"I know, baby…. I know. So responsive, isn't she?"
You paw at his strong arms, lips pursed as though you're mad at him for something, but in truth, you just want more of him. There is a hunger in your tummy that can never be slaked, no matter how many times he fucks his seed inside you.
"What is it, sweetheart, mhm? Are you mad at me for not taking proper care of you earlier?"
"N-No," you stutter shyly and glare down to where both his dick and his hand are working on you. You feel spoiled and finally taken care of, yet there's something missing and you can't make out what it is. Perhaps it's the many layers of clothing hiding him from you. There are so many that you don't even feel like starting to undo one button after the other because you know that by the time you're done, the two of you will probably have already reached your orgasms.
But when Din suddenly works two fingers inside your mouth, you flinch and feel your pussy clench around his manhood.
"There she is… Suck on them, baby. That's it, look at me."
You struggle to focus on so many things at once, staying still for him, twirling your tongue around his digits and keeping your eyelids open, which is why at times, you have to make compromises.
"No, baby… Eyes up here. C'mon, or I'm gonna have to stop."
You obey immediately, whimpering around his fingers, which earns you a light slap on your clit.
"Just suck on them… Suck on them like a good girl. You can do it. I know you can, princess."
The tears start to flow not soon after that, but Din is already used to the sight. You always cry at the smallest things, the stories that your boyfriend tells you about the criminals he has arrested, especially when it includes a separated parent and child, tales you read about in books, and even insignificant things such as a cute animal on the street. He knows that in 99% of the cases the salty drops coating your skin are not linked to discomfort but rather an intemperate longing to be with him, which is why he doesn't stop, though he slows down a tad, cradling your face in his palm.
"It's okay, baby… It's okay. I'm right here. And I'm gonna be here until you tell me to let go. Not any sooner than that."
You snivel, bringing your hands to the side of his helmet to yank him closer.
"It's okay…"
The top of his head is resting against yours, and although the feeling of the cold fabric couldn't have been further from his warm skin, you feel a special amount of intimacy while leaning against him like that.
"Do you wanna cum for me, sweetheart? I know that you're close… Can feel you clench around me. You can cum, baby, I'm right here."
"But I don't want it to stop…" you mutter against his fingers that are still stuffing your mouth full.
"But it has to stop at some point, baby. You need your rest."
"No I don't," you protest and give his digits a hard suck, hoping that it might cause other, darker desires in him. Some that involve your lips wrapped around his cock, perhaps.
"Yes, you do, princess."
"But you're gonna work on your stupid map all night. And I don't want that."
Your lips are forming a pout now, more tears stinging in the corner of your eyes, and this time, Din can't be certain that these are just a result of being doused with love and yearning. Therefore, he stops his thrusts, although he remains buried inside you, his thumb hovering an inch over your hard clit.
"Okay, hon, I promise I'm not gonna work on the map tonight. Not until you fall asleep."
"And after that?"
Fuck, you're smart. Sometimes he forgets how smart, especially when you give him your pretty doe eyes and wide, blissful smile.
"I might work on it after you've fallen asleep. But you're not gonna notice any of that, baby, I promise. You're gonna be sound asleep, I'm just gonna be away for a little while and then come back to bed. I'll hold you until you've dozed off."
He removes his hand from your mouth to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear lovingly, then brushes his knuckles over your cheekbone.
"No. Then I won't cum," you hiss, brows drawn together.
Din is so close to snapping at you that he has to take a beat to inhale. He's lucky you can't see his facial responses because he's sure that the lines around his eyes and mouth are hard and stern, a view that might either upset you further or prompt a new wave of tears to cascade upon you. None of those options were very desirable to him at the moment.
"Sweetheart…"
"No. I will only cum if you promise me you won't work on the stupid map today. I wanna be with you, Din… Please. You've been away all day, and I – I just missed you so much. You always work, and you – you're busy and – and stressed."
There are a thousand explanations and justifications suffusing his brain, but he knows that none of them are going to calm you, let alone satisfy you. You're not in the right state of mind to be reassured by reason but by the patience and steadiness he wears like a second skin.
Another glance at your quivering lips, as well as the way you grip his shoulders, tells him all he needs to know. This isn't going to work the way he wants it to, and if he wants to fall asleep peacefully later, there is no way around giving in.
Screw it. The two of you can stay on this planet another day. The delay is worth preserving the peace, especially because he knows how bratty and stubborn you can get once you've worked yourself into a frenzy.
"Okay, baby, I promise. I won't touch the map again tonight. I promise you, I'm gonna cuddle you to sleep, and then I'm gonna stay with you. How does that sound, mhm?"
Finally, your face lights up, and he can spot brief surprise around your pupils.
"Yes, please… Yes, I want that."
He can't help the way his lips tilt upward, peace settling in his stomach just like it surely does in yours. If this isn't worth maintaining the balance, it's definitely worth regarding the joy etched into your features. How could he have possibly forgotten that?
"Okay, baby… Then cum for me. It's okay..."
After giving you a few more slow rubs around your bundle of nerves as well as gentle nudges against your g-spot, you unravel for him, just like he intended.
Part of him guesses that he could have made you climax anyway, and that you don't really possess the willpower to resist the urge to control your body as you claimed, but everything is easier like that. You surely would have thrown a tantrum, being driven over the edge by his nimble fingers without settling your deal with him first.
The second you reach your high, you collapse on the desk like a sack of potatoes, which is why you don't even realize or complain about the fact that Din hasn't spilled his seed inside you. Instead, you almost instantly fall asleep on the spot, so if it weren't for his arms slinging around your back, you might have hit your head on the hard surface.
"Shhh…" he coos in your ear and holds you up against his chest, listening to your breathing.
Fuck, you really are adorable like that, all hot-tempered and stubborn until his feather-light touch on your clit puts you into a coma-like kind of state.
He carefully pulls his cock out of you, tucks himself in, and then pulls your pants up your legs. His dick is still rock hard and strains under the confines of his underwear, but that's an issue he's going to take care of later. Or more likely, in the morning.
Before he can even consider taking any action to solve his problem, he carries you to bed, lying you down on your back and covering you with the blanket. The idea of leaving you to get some more work done flares in his head for a very quick moment before he discards it and takes his place to your left.
No, a promise is a promise. Even when you would never find out the truth. Besides, he suddenly doesn't feel like being alone in the dark, cold room anymore at all. He would much rather rest as well, being snuggled up against your warm body and feeling you pressed up against his front.
There is his straining dick in his pants, of course… Maybe it was a mistake not cumming inside you, but he was too focused on bringing you there safely and holding you through the aftermath, so his personal pleasure has been pushed to the margins.
Tomorrow, he thinks, possessively sprawling his hand out on top of your stomach.
Fuck, you're so incredibly warm and supple, the ground below Din shifts, and the following thoughts slip away before he is able to catch them.
And what if my Star Wars oc was a super cunty force user??? Not a Jedi but something in between??? I think I’m gonna actually try and come up with something
