Pedro Pascal Characters x Reader

No Damsell in Distress (Din Djarin x Reader)

Summary: No one else is allowed to touch you, but your Mandalorian.

"Do you know why he wears that helmet? Because he looks hideous under it."

The bounty that you and Din were currently hunting held a knife to your neck as he laughed, looking at the Mandalorian who didn't move, just stood there in front of you. You knew he had a plan, you just have to wait. He always had a plan.

"But you, my dear, you are gorgeous." said the man as he started to run his other hand all over your body, pulling your dress up, exposing your leg.

You tried to fight but the blade at your neck didn't let you as you felt it almost cut into your skin. You saw Din's fists clench, and even if his face was hidden, you could tell that he was furious. Seeing such a low-life touch what's his, made his blood boil.

"Have you ever seen him without it?" the man behind you asked, his lips right on your ear, making you want to throw up as he leaned into your neck, taking a long sniff.

"I did." you answered.

Although it was a lie, it was enough to shock the man enough so that Din could act. But before he even got the chance, you already knocked the man down by headbutting him right in the nose and kicked him a few times when the man fell to the floor in the stomach as the man growled.

"Dirty pig! Don't you dare touch me ever again!" you yelled at the man. "You hear me?" you asked as Din had to literally grab you and lift you to pull you away from the groaning injured man.

Din saw the blood coming out of his now broken nose.

"Nice job out there, Cyar'ika." Din said as he froze the bounty once you got back to the ship.
What he didn't know is that you rushed to the refresher so you can remove the disgusting feeling the man left behind when he touched you. You hoped water and soap will get rid of it. But it didn't really help.

When you got out, you headed up to the cockpit.

"Din, could you..." you started to talk but when you saw that he was about to lift off, you sat down into your seat and waited until you were in hyper speed.

"You did well today." he said as the ship lifted off.

"Thank you. I swear I can still feel his filthy breath on my neck, makes me want to throw up." You felt a shiver run down your spine.

Once the Razor was in hyper speed, Din stood up and so did you, you grabbed his hand and placed it on your thigh, right where the man touched you.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting rid of him." you said as you moved his hand up and down. It was more silly than sexual, Din found it rather funny. "There." you said as you felt satisfied that you rubbed his hand over the spot, and the man's remains were gone. "Should I make us food? I can make something easy. And that tea you enjoy so much." Din only nodded. The fact that another man touched you still lit a fire inside him, but seeing you act the way you did, he felt assured that you were more than capable of saving yourself.

"You are no damsel in distress, Mesh'la."

"I'm sure as hell not. And later you still have to get rid of this for me." you said moving your hand around your neck, where the man whispered into your ear.

"I will."

"Thank you." you said placing a kiss on his helmet before heading down to prepare the food and tea you promised.

You were almost done when you felt his presence behind you, he turned the lights off, and you instantly knew what that meant. His tall frame soon stood behind you as you let out a long sigh. You heard his helmet hiss and it was placed on the counter next to you. You felt his hot breath on your neck, the same place the bounty was. 

But Din's breath made your body hot as you threw your head back, placing it against his chest plate. You gave his lips access. You felt his lips moved up and down your neck, he even pulled your dress down a little so he could access more skin. He moved to your ear, placing a kiss on it, you felt his gloved hands grab yours as they were moved to his hair. He went on for a long time, placing small kisses, bites and he even sucked on a place right where your neck and shoulder met, his soft lips leaving a wet trail behind. It was such an intimate and sweet moment, you enjoyed every second of it.

"There," he said once he was satisfied. "Did I get rid of it for you?" hearing his non-modulated voice, you melted into him even more.

"Hmm." you couldn't form a word, instead, you turned around in his arms as you pulled him down by his neck, his lips meeting yours for a short kiss. 

You tried to look at him, not to disrespect his creed, but out of reflex.

"Thank you, Din." you said and he didn't say anything.

Even if Din knew that you were in no need of saving, from that day on, every single living thing who dared to place a finger on you was met with the wrath of the Mandalorian, your Mandalorian.