#pero tovar x Gn!reader

[deadhumourist]

YSC: Euphoria

Pairing: Pero X GN! Reader. No pronouns used for reader, some physical description of reader that is non-indicative of race. Vague but you'll see what I mean with that. POC friendly.

Summary: Something is afoot in Pero's village, and he has no interest in it...but it starts taking an interest in him.

Warnings: Fantasy and science fiction themes, mentions of medical procedures, gambling, unfaithfulness and religion. Please DM me if you have any questions before reading.

Words: 2700ish

Rating: 18+

A/N: It's been an extended break, but I'm determined to make up the months I missed in @oonajaeadira and @writeforfandoms' fabulous Year Of Creation Challenge. So here we go - Year of Science Fiction! Special shout-out to @beskarberry whose fantastic sci-fi stories warped my brain in the best way possible and @just-here-for-the-moment for generally being an angel and putting up with me and my writing.

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PART 1 (Part 2 to follow)

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It started in the dead of night in a small village in Seville, Spain.

A woman came running out of her cottage, hysterically screaming that her marido was gone. In the cold moonlight, her anguished sobs echoed against the worn brick-and-stone houses, with the wind carrying it further down the cobbled streets to be swept away into the night.

Slowly, doors on the street creaked open, the neighbours’ curiosity too much to contain behind windows and curtains. One or two of her acquaintances helped her up from where the grit between the cobbles was digging into her knees, and took her back inside, shushing and talking softly to her in scant comfort. A few men resolved to find him, as he could not go far in the small village surrounded by fragrant orange orchards.

They pulled on their jackets and work trousers, setting off with firelight to bring the wayward man home.

When the first rays of daylight painted the sky in light blue and gold, the intrepid men had not found a single trace, not one tell-tale sign that the man might have made his way over the hills.

That week, the strange occurrence was spun through the town gossip like twine. The fact that it was inexplicable didn’t stop the villagers from making it decidedly human.

“He always did have an eye for beautiful women, it looks like he has run off with one of them. Poor Lucía.”

“Gambling debts will be your downfall. I heard that he had unlucky fingers if you know what I mean.”

The woman bore the heavy brunt of judgemental pity. She could feel eyes following her, conversations suddenly hushed when she came closer. The scandalised widow, or divorcee, depending on which branch of gossip you were following.

Until another disappeared.

One by one, villagers seemed to be snatched from where they slept.

Men and women of working age.

Never children.

Never elders.

For weeks, in the darkest hours of night, the people of Seville would disappear without a trace, never to be seen or heard from again.

The town got scared.

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Pero Tovar picks up a lemon from the crate of fresh produce in the market, holding it to his nose - the fresh, invigorating smell was something he would never tire of. After his ordeal in the East all he wanted was to settle down in a small village and lead a simple life. The bag of gold that he was sent back with had allowed him to make a home here as the resident cooper - his casks, barrels and vats were known to be of excellent quality.

If Pero was completely honest with himself about his chosen profession, he enjoyed the repetitive, rote nature of the task. Taking something forged in fire and forged from nature and making it one, over and over.

For the last two years, Pero had delighted in enjoying the simple pleasures that life as a mercenary did not allow. Sleeping in the same bed, a relatively soft one. Going to the market to buy food for the week. Seeing the same faces in the predictable rhythm of a small town.

A rickety wagon barrelling down the street interrupts his reverie, and he turns in his stead to watch it.

The greengrocer leans over conspiratorially, answering a question that Pero didn’t ask.

“He’s arrived. The town elders have sent for a priest from two villages over to bless this place. Dark spirits are behind this, you know.”

The grocer smirks by himself like he is sharing the most delicious gossip.

“It is a pile of shit.” Pero replies in his usual blunt manner. But his eyes track the cart until it disappears around the corner of the street on its way to the church.

Huffing, he tosses the lemon back into the pile and picks up his purchases to walk away. He takes little notice of the people milling around him as he stalks home. He is no stranger to the supernatural, but he refuses to believe that there is something as simple, as banal, as evil at work here.

At home, he starts a pot of stew for supper and sits down at his rough-hewn table to sharpen his knives. Chants from the church are carried on the wind late at night - a haunting imploration for the spirits that have brought misfortune on the village to cease their machinations.

The sound grates Pero’s nerves and he tries to refocus on cleaning his hunting knives, gritting his teeth as he finds a tiny scuffmark on one of the blades. His sword lays to the side on a soft leather cloth, already polished to a glimmer even though it has not seen a battle for many years.

The chants die down eventually and Pero methodically sheathes every blade, carefully wrapping them up in the cloth and putting them away. Only his dagger remains, which he keeps under his bed, because he is retired but not naive.

After having a solitary meal of bread and game stew, Pero gets into bed and expects to drift into the dreamless sleep of a man that does physical labour all day and is at peace with his life.

But tonight Pero dreams.

In his dream, he drifts, feeling cold air rush past his limbs and through his hair. The warm light around him feels thick, tangible, and he tries to curl his fingers around wisps of it that shimmer around him. He can’t see much but the sensation of falling forward into warmth is comforting, enjoyable even. A smile curls around his sleep plush lips as he feels his body become heavy again.

When the cold air rush stops, his eyes flicker open and for a moment Pero tries to focus. When he does, he scrambles out of bed like lightning.

This is not his cottage.

He crouches by the side of the cot, looking around wildly. Bright blue lights bleed through a thick white smoke that surrounds him. A soft whirring sound, with an occasional crackle and snap, which sounds strange to Pero’s ears, are the only sounds in the space. Until you cough.

“Be greeted.”

A long beat follows.

You tap the translator arc lodged in your ear, turning to your colleague.

“Is this thing set to the correct dialect? He looks confused.”

Friiptrin crosses his arms and sighs. “He looks confused because he just woke up from their daily dormancy. At least this one is not screaming.”

You are thankful for that too. The screaming always rattles you, no matter how many times you hear it.

The man in front of you hesitantly waves in front of him, seemingly trying to clear the air.

"What is this smoke? Where am I?" he roars.

You chew your lip, trying to think of a way to explain what he calls smoke.

"It's an incorporeal containment field. It's just to keep you in one spot until you adjust to the new environment. We previously had physical restraints but they hurt themselves and…well that's just no good. Injury releases prostaglandins which muddy the har…"

Friiptrin gestures for you to cut it off, scowling. Your voice dies away as you realise you're rambling about something he won't understand.

Another long beat passes and you attempt to answer his second question.

"And you're aboard the Atriscemy, mark four." You finish lamely, half-sure he won't know what that means either.

Pero is no wiser and the words you’re using go over his head.

"What do you want? Are you going to kill me?" He hastily crosses himself, an old habit and source of comfort that started with his abuela.

You sigh, feeling a twinge of pity.

"No, no we aren't. Look, I'll even come say hello. But please promise not to hurt me, I don't have weapons."

Your colleague's face says that this is at least the third bad idea you've had since the human dropped into your ship.

Stepping out from behind the console, you slowly approach the centre of the room, the octagonal floor tiles softly illuminating as you step forward.

"I'm coming towards you, and I'm going to clear the containment field so you can see, okay?"

Pero huddles in tighter, anxious of what will appear in front of him when the thick smoke clears.

When it starts moving and swirling away from him, his jaw drops.

A human but very much not human.

He looks you up and down like he had never seen anything like you. You're humanoid alright, but your eyes are a warm purple colour with an overly large pupil, edged by a half-moon silver arch that almost glitters when you turn. On the outer edge of your hands, light, feathering scales run up to the edge of the pinky on your six-fingered hand. The fine gradient that fades from dark purple to light teal shimmers as it catches the light in the teleport bay.

"Heh, no one's looked at me like that since I showed them my glorbs at the triangular solstice party" you attempt a joke, laughing feebly. If it is meant to break the tension, it does nothing and you can feel the air change around you. Time to change tack.

"Okay, I know you have questions, but I think we need to get you into the lab first. There we can look you over and make sure you're fed and watered and free of any ailments and diseases. Sometimes the displacement field disrupts their gastrointestinal tract and.."

Pero doesn't like the sound of any of those words except for fed, but as soon as he moves to stand up, his body bends in half of its own volition and he vomits on the floor.

“...they forcefully empty their food organ. Great.” You finish your sentence flatly.

Pero wipes the last traces from his mouth with his sleeve and looks at you accusingly.

"Send me home, what do you want with me anyway? I am a simple cooper."

You slowly sink down onto your haunches, taking a risk because the human still looks like he wants to throw something at you.

You hold out a hand to him. "Come on, let me show you. You have so many questions and I can't fully answer all of them yet."

You beckon to him.

"Well do you wanna know or not?" you huff impatiently.

Pero scuffles closer like a feral cat reluctantly coming closer to a bowl of food.

You look him over for any obvious injuries and spot one.

"Okay, you have a near-ocular bisection. Now we just need to…"

The moment you raise your hand to touch it, he flinches away, hands raised in defence.

"I'm just going to touch it, okay?" you lie.

He brings his hands down but watches you from under a furrowed brow.

The moment your finger smoothes over his brow, a sharp pain shoots through it and Pero feels like he's reliving the blade slicing through his skin again.

He growls at you, pulling away but you grip his bicep and keep him steady.

"Hold on, it's almost over."

When you remove your finger Pero reaches up to feel the scar and…there's nothing. Disbelievingly, he pats his eyebrow in different spots, trying to find the puckered scar that had been there for years.

"Neat, huh?"

"How did you do that, witchcraft?" He scowls.

"I don't know what that is, but this? Localised temporal absolution, something we learn from a young age. It's really simple, all you do…"

"Stop talking, por favor" He growls at you.

You straighten up again, his bluntness reminding you that there's protocol to follow. This human doesn't seem to have any items on him and healing his scar seemed to have mollified him enough to reduce him to a simmering grumpiness instead of fury and fear. You could work with that.

Holding out a hand to him, you deactivate the containment field completely and pull him upright. Pointing to a sloped corridor behind him, you jut your chin out. "Lab's that way. I'll be accompanying you to your quarters once they've looked you over."

Walking by his side, you pass several pods on the way to the lab. The man seems to be cocking his head every now and then like he is trying to hear something. Occasionally as you pass a pod you can hear a low moan, sometimes a released sigh of breath. Nothing you haven't heard before passing these pods.

He decides not to ask yet, and you're grateful.

Entering the lab, you motion for him to stand under a moulded rubber frame. He opens his mouth to ask something but never gets to because the next moment his clothes disintegrate from his body and a fine mist bursts out of sprayers overhead.

When the spray dies down, his mouth opens in big sucking gasps, filling his lungs and he glowers at you.

You hold up your hands. "Earth is dirty, don't look at me like that. We washed a seriously contagious strain off someone just last week. It made humans break out in small red dots and some even perished from a high internal temperature. We lost three pods just from that."

Pero's brow furrows.

You motion for him to stand under the second frame, and a warm current of air slips over his naked body, drying him completely in the space of a few minutes.

While he stands there you forget all professionalism and allow yourself to take in the details of the human's body. Broad shoulders taper into a narrow waist, the lean but strong cords of muscle moving in the bright lab lights as he lightly shakes his arms to remove some of the wet residue from the impromptu shower.

A tuft of dark hair dusts his chest and when your eyes drift further down, you see strong legs move impatiently as the dryer whirrs back down and eventually stops.

This human is clearly not uncomfortable being in its natural state, and you find no reason to apologise as he meets your eyes.

"Seen enough?" he grumps at you.

"Your biology is not compatible with mine, so this is quite literally, for science." You quip.

A physician bobs into the lab, two of the lab technicians on his heels. He seems in a great mood and smiles at you both. "Well, well, a new incumbent. A male this time, fantastic." He sits down on a flat-seated chair and motions for the man to move closer to him for inspection.

Pero reluctantly steps closer. The darker, green colouring of the doctor is slightly different from yours, and he marvels and the brilliant colouring. The last time he saw anything like it was when a Taotie was barrelling towards him.

Even though you are clearly not from earth, no one here seems dangerous. And there was a promise of food. Even though his starving mercenary days are behind him, he never can resist a meal.

After some prodding at Pero and tapping on a small screen in his hand a few times, the doctor smiles up at the man, then turns to you.

"Excellent specimen. Highest levels of testosterone I've seen in a while, actually. Ensure he is comfortable, and you'll likely have a record harvest. His endocrine system is healthy, as are his extremities."

You nod knowingly. "So his shlip is in good condition."

The doctor looks baffled.

"His what?"

"His schlip" you repeat, pointing at Pero’s lower half.

The doctor flatly responds "You mean his penis?"

"His what now?"

Pero, alarmed at the turn of the conversation, anxiously pipes up with "What about my penis?"

"Wait, that thing is called a penis?" You ask.

"Yes" the doctor looks at you flatly.

"So I've been calling it the wrong name this whole time?"

The doctor just stares at you.

One of the lab techs unsuccessfully suppresses a giggle and disappears around a corner.

Embarrassed, you bring your palm to your face and motion to Pero with your other hand.

"Just…let's get you to your quarters."

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[simpingcowboy]

Un Millón de Primaveras//A Million Springs

Pairing: Pero Tovar x GN!Reader, no use of Y/N, ambiguous Spanish speaker don't worry translations are provided, reader runs an innn

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Yearning! Softness!! Kinda enemies to lovers??? Stalkerish tendencies, mentions of people drinking, Pero being annoying and weird

Summary: Since his first day at your inn, Pero Tovar has dutifully followed you without either of you knowing why.

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day!!! Enjoy Pero and reader both not knowing how to deal with their feelings. Can y'all tell I like making songs into fics lol? I am not super great at Spanish so if any of this is wrong please don't be afraid to correct me I am well aware that Pero is a Spaniard idc he loves Vicente Fernández. Ranchero music sLAPS

Everyday.

Everyday.

Everyday since Pero had arrived at your inn, he'd been following your every move.

Stalking you in the kitchen.

Watching as you swept the main hall.

Peering over your shoulder from the front desk.

Even doing his morning sparring routine off the side of your cabin, waiting to see you first thing in the morning.

All of this and yet, Pero had barely spoken to you. Most of his communication came in grunts and nods. His silence drowned out by his companion, William's, sweet talk and polite conversation.

It hadn't always been like this. It started slowly. The first few days upon their arrival you'd discovered the mercenary lurking outside the kitchen before meal time. Glaring up at you through the service window, barely out of view. You'd only noticed him as you moved to set out dishes. He catches you off guard, almost making you drop the bowls you held.

"Oh Pero! You know food will not be served for another hour, right?"

"Yes, I know." He said in his usual monotone tone. His glance shifts to the dishes you've set on the counter. He takes a bowl in hand. "I will wait."

You shrugged it off trying to rationalize his odd behavior. Pero was usually first in line anyways…and always came back for seconds when available. Maybe life as a mercenary had made him weary of eating food he had not seen be prepared. Maybe he really was just that eager to eat your cooking. It could be plenty of things you suppose. As long as he kept out of your way, you could live with it.

And then- you'd noticed him taking a peak at you at the front desk. You were sitting at the desk, doing some bookkeeping when a creaky floorboard alerted you to someone approaching the desk. When you looked up, Pero, wide eyed and silent, stood a couple feet off the desk.

"Pero, can I help you with something?"

His right hand fidgets at his side. "No." He says solemnly.

"A-are you sure?" You ask curiously, unsure of why he'd be here if he didn't need anything. He still had another month paid for so he needn't worry about that.

He responds with a grunt and a nod, "Mmm."

"Okay…well I'm here if you need me."

He nods again before turning on his heels and settling over on a chair in the far corner of the lobby. Pero simply sat, busying himself with cleaning his weapons. Every couple minutes you'd caught him staring up at you. He remained there until the end of the day, waiting to see you off. You wished him a goodnight as you stepped out to return to your cabin for the night. Even as you turned back to look at the inn, you swore you saw Pero's silhouette watching you through the window.

After that night, you decided to ask William a bit more about Pero. Eager to get some answers about this strange man. You tried not to make much of a habit of bothering guests, but this was a more than reasonable exception. You managed to catch him alone when Pero went off to the bathhouse.

"William? I'm sorry to bother you, but may I ask you a question or two?"

He offers you a bright smile in turn. "Of course! How may I be of assistance?"

"It's about Pero."

The blonde man chuckles when you mention Pero's name. "Is he causing you trouble?"

"Not exactly, he's just been…around alot. Around me alot to be exact. I was just wondering if I've offended him or anything? If you know?"

William flashes you a slightly mischievous grin. "Offended? Oh no not at all. In fact, I'd say he's rather fond of you!"

"Fond?" You repeat.

He nods "Very fond."

It continued on through the weeks. You'd slowly grown accustomed to Pero's silent presence. Making use of him once or twice a week to help around the inn. Putting his body to work to help clear the snow, or set the dining hall for more formal dinners. If he was going to be in your way, the least he could do was help out a bit. You'd learned more about him. Learned the most whenever you watched him work.

Pero was a quiet man, this was certain. His strengths are not so much in his tongue. Nor charm. Nor sensibility. No- that was where his partner shone. Pero's qualities were not so surface level. It took a bit of pressure to reveal his best qualities. The first you noticed, grace.

Though he trudged through the house with all the elegance of a drunken fool, when given a task he moved so beautifully. Reorganizing furniture as if it were the sole key to your heart. With total care and efficiency. You saw it in his sparring too. Pero had absolute control of his body, and welded his weapon with an unimaginable ease. You'd learned he was once a bull fighter. Though it was obvious by his tone, he did not care much to discuss it.

Secondly, you saw more of his character. How noble he was. "A sellsword with morals!" William had laughed at you when you said as much. But it was true. Pero would steal, yes. Fight, often. Even kill, for the right price. Yet through it, he'd maintained his empathy. His honor. You'd seen him stand up to brutish figures who'd picked on those weaker than themselves. Witnessed him aid a child who was lost late at night wandering the halls. Pero Tovar was not a good man…but certainly not a bad one either.

The last quality you grew to admire had appeared rather abruptly on a cold winter morning. You and Pero had grown into quite the routine. Every morning long before the other guests had awoken, Pero would be waiting patiently at the door for your arrival. Greeting you with a silent nod as you entered. You did your usual opening tasks at the Inn, before settling in and making your cup of coffee. Which had since grown to two cups of coffee. You rounded the kitchen, two mugs in hand, to sit with Pero by the fire when the strangest thing happened.

In the soft light of the fire, Pero's eyes looked so bright…so warm, so inviting. Suddenly, you wondered how his nose would feel nuzzling against yours, how his arms would feel wrapped around you. An urge awoke to sit in his lap, and play with the loose ties of his undershirt. Even the menacing scar he wore on his eye transformed into the perfect line to run your kisses across.

"Coffee." He grumbles, turning his face to you.

"Hmm?" You respond, snapping out of your day dream.

Pero sniffs the air, "You have our coffee, no?"

"I-I yes! Yes, I do." Your words stumble over the butterflies in your stomach. You jolted over to his side handing him his cup before taking your place next to him.

He silently takes a sip. "It's good."

"Thank you…" you murmur.

You realize, Pero Tovar is so handsome.

So yes, you'd grown well accustomed to his presence…maybe even enjoyed having Pero around on occasion. Perhaps you even missed him on the days he and William would go to town to do some work. Maybe you missed him even more when he would be away for a day or two, no doubt working to earn more coin in preparation to leave come Spring. Only in the quiet moments without him by your side did you think it was not so bad to have him around. Maybe you even silently wished Pero would stay by your side.

But what were you to say to the ill-tempered Spaniard…Tales of affection and romance? Admit your feelings and make a mockery of yourself; of your business? So, you remained silent. Willing the loneliness away that came without Pero. Remembering that come Spring, he will leave and you'd likely never meet again.

The last couple days had been excruciating. Several things in the inn had broken and needed repair. Some drunken guests had made a mess of the dining hall. The incessant snowfall meant continual clearing of both walkways and entrances. Not to mention the need for extra firewood. The last snowfall of the year was typically heavy and this year was certain not to disappoint. Though you knew it best to keep your mind on your tasks, your mind betrayed you with thoughts of Pero instead.

William had taken Pero off to town to be bodyguards for some state officials who'd come to visit. Right now you envision Pero in his armor, glaring menacingly at an empty hallway guarding the statesmen while they slept. Huffing his annoyance out at William for making them take this job. The vision makes you smile. You can't imagine he was in a good mood for the trip, considering how he left that morning.

"You will be okay?" He asked quietly as he saddled his horse.

"Yes, Pero I'll be fine." You roll your eyes at his sudden protective streak.

His dark brown eyes find yours "You do not need more wood or-"

"Pero!" Called William, already mounted on his horse. "Come on! You're gonna make us late!"

Pero shoots the blonde man a glare before turning back to you. "Take care, Girasol…" he sends you off with a nod before mounting his horse. "I will be back!"

That was four days ago…this was the longest you'd gone without him. It was beginning to feel like a lifetime. Silently you wondered, how you would ever survive Spring without him.

But for now, the snow fell. And the world was still cold. So you rest. Perched on a chair outside, overlooking the snowy forest surrounding your home. Letting your body sink into the padded chair. A February breeze sends chills up your spine with each low whisper. The rustling of the pine trees play their dashing melody. The air is seasoned with the first of Spring's pollen. You think maybe the first of the animals has awoken from their slumber, as the soft crunch of snow is heard. You smile for the first time in days. Finally free of the heavy burden these past days had presented you with.

He watches in admiration…catching glimpses of you from around the bend of your home, not wanting to frighten you. As soon as Pero had returned from his job, he came to find you. Wanting to asure to himself that you had been just fine without him, as you'd need to be soon when he was gone. Pero finds himself smiling at your cheerfulness. He feels at home.

The dark of night quickly catches up to you. A yawn escaping from your throat. As you turn your head to stretch you see him.

"Pero!" You screamed at the unexpected intrusion, causing you to jump out from your chair.

The mercenary steps out from the shadows into your view, hands held high. "Mira, it's okay mi coraz-"

You snap. The stress finally breaks you down, "Why do you always do that?"

Pero stood up straight when you yelled at him, a dumbstruck look on his face. "Do what?"

"Follow me everywhere. You're always watching me! You don't think maybe I would like a second with you not breathing down my neck, huh?"

Pero is quiet for a moment, eyes flicker between your eyes and the floor. "I- ¿Te molesta?" He asks, his voice sounding much softer than usual. "It bothers you?"

For just a moment, you feel a bit guilty. Seeing the big scary mercenary be humbled so quickly. "I well, only sometimes."

"I am sorry. I will go." Pero goes to turn on his heels back to the inn, head hanging down.

"W-why?" You manage to squeak out.

"¿Qué?" Pero turns his head back to you, slowly shifting his body back around.

"Why do you always follow me? I asked William and he said well…I haven't done something wrong have I?"

Pero's usual scowls scrunches up more into a look of annoyance. "No."

"Then why?"

Why? Why? Why? Pero thinks to himself. It's the same question he's asked himself everyday since arriving. Why do you make his brain go all blurry? Why does he have such an incessant urge to be near you every moment of the day? Why does he pray that Spring never comes?

And no answer came. At first he felt suspicious of you. His instincts telling him you were something nefarious. So he watched. Watched and watched. His permanent scowl matched with squinted eyes as he observed you. And nothing. You were not the evil innkeep his mind had made you out to be. No. You far exceeded his suspicions of you.

As he watched you work he learned just how incredible you were. Strong. Kind. Reasonable. Respectable. Pero watched in awe at the way you handled the inn and kept everything running smoothly. You were serious like him, but equipped with more than enough pleasantries about you to not frighten off every patron that came through your door. Far from the evil he once believed you to be.

It wasn't until that first cup of coffee he really understood. Pero lingered out by the front desk, keeping an eye out for you as you did your morning tasks. Dark eyes quickly fixate on you as you remerge from the backroom. Two cups of coffee in hand instead of your usual one.

"Pero, if you're gonna get up with me you might as well have some coffee." You say, sliding one mug towards him. You'd noted the grimace on his face at the offering. "Are you alright?"

Pero froze. No, he was not alright. The warm bright smell of coffee hitting him like a train. And his stomach flips again, as it did the first time he laid eyes on you. And finally he understands. His body did not react to you with distrust, but with desire. All at once, Pero Tovar's world fell apart.

The question swirls again in his mind, "Why do you follow me?" It was simple. Because you were far more than he'd ever seen before. More great than the royals of the Spanish court. More beautiful than the ocean shores. Stronger than any bull he'd slain. Kinder than any nurse who'd tended to him. Worth more than any coin. Rarer than black power. He followed you, because there was no greater honor than serving at your side.

He huffs, averting your gaze, eyes shifting around the blank snow. Mind racking with how to explain himself. Searching for those perfect fairytale romance words that always won the prince the heart of their beloved. But all Pero can muster is, "Solo falta un millón de Primaveras…" muttered under his breath.

Only a million Springs

"What was that?"

"Only a million Springs." He repeats in English. Dark brown eyes matching your gaze, a look of wonder captivating him. As he looks upon you, his words and his world falls back into place. Pero marches through the snow, standing before you. His chest threatens to push against you. "Please wait, mi amor. Sí te molesta que I follow you." His eyes look into yours, a large hand cupping your cheek.

Please wait, my love. If it bothers you that I follow you.

"Pero I don't-"

Another hand greets your waist, pulling you in against him. "Solo falta un millón de Primaveras. A few centuries he de adorarte. Give me that at least, Hermose." He pleads.

Only a million Springs. A few centuries I have left to adore you. Give me that at least, gorgeous.

A warmth spreads through you. The look of annoyance on your face washed away with his touch. "Only a million Springs, huh?" Your arms move to encase Pero in your grasp.

He nods, the most subtle of a smile on his face. "Sí."

You smile back to him. "And after that?"

Pero smirks, his wide hand rubbing up your spine, "Después de eso…I'll never bother you again."

After that…I'll never bother you again.

"And if I want you to stay?"

"My time here…" Pero falters, wishing his words were not true, "William and I will need to go back to work, but after. Next winter, I will return for you."

"And begin our Springs?" You ask, eyes full of hope.

Pero's eyes relax as he looks down at you, joy radiating through his body. "Sí, mí amor…let there be a million of them."

Spring.

Summer.

Fall.

Winter.

You waited patiently. Looking over the hill each day in hopes of seeing your mercenary bounding over the fallen leaves. The shortened days grew long and weary, but you remained eager. Knowing once he returned, he would never again depart.

You'd seen lakes thaw and freeze again. Seen ducklings be born and since leave. The leaves turn green, then red, then yellow, then fall off the trees. You'd seen the wonders of each season, yet you only dreamt of Spring.

Just dreams…until one early morning, after making your cup of coffee.

"No coffee for me?" A voice comes from behind where you sat in front of the fireplace.

A faint tear pricks at your eye at the voice. It's one you'd know anywhere. "Pero!" You jump out of your chair in excitement, tossing your mug haphazardly on the side table.

"Aye, mi alma!" He greets you, enrapturing you in his arms. "Knew you'd wait for me…" he whispers into your neck.

"Of course, Pero." You snuggle as close as possible into his body.

He smirks teasing lightly "I thought maybe…te olvidaste de mí. Maybe you forgot about me."

"I could never forget about you…not in a million years."

"No?" He chuckles.

"Never."

And though the snow had just begun to fall, the whole world felt like Spring. With Pero back in your arms, you only wished for a million more.

[nerdieforpedro]

Day One - Flowers with Pero Tovar and GN reader

The start of the daily March Spring Prompts! 🤗

Word Count: 309

Warnings: brief mention of death and mourning, fluff

Notes: A little heavy to start off with but it has a sweet end. It’s where the flowers led me. Maybe why I can’t grow them. I gotta stick to writing. Poor plants. ���

Main Masterlist/ March Spring Prompts 2024 / Writing Challenge

The tulips sway in the wind as you stand before the grave, they surround you under the powder blue sky. A few clouds hang in the air. Brushing away the dried daisies from the weathered headstone, you smile, placing fresh ones where they once were. With your head bowed, you hope that your father continues to be at peace in his eternal rest. It’s been three years and always when the snow melts and the flowers bloom you come to pay your respects.

He'd been the one to push for your apprenticeship with salve-maker. He knew your knowledge of flora would serve you and the village well and that it did. Thankfully, when the salve-maker’s eyes began to falter you were there to make up their lack of vision. With that, it was easy to argue for a bump in pay and for unrestricted use of the tonics and potions. Your life was steady and predictable, save for one aspect.

“Mi amor (my love), there you are. I see it is that time again.” The variable in question is on his way toward you. Dark matted curls atop his head and his armor still on. He hadn’t stopped by the house to even remove it. When he was by your side, he paused, looking down at the grave you’d just cleaned and dressed with flowers. “I picked some flowers on the way home, but it appears I have the wrong kind. Lo siento (I am sorry). I would have liked to have met him. You always speak so highly of him.” A gentle kiss graces your forehead, an arm wraps around you as he places pips next to the daises in front of the grave. 

“Thank you for always coming Pero. Your choice of flowers matters not. You are here with them mi vida (my life), by my side.”

[crowandmousewritingco]

🌧️= Angst ✨= Fluff 🌶️= Spicy 🌈=gn!reader 🏳️‍⚧️= trans!reader

One Shots

Good Pup, Bad Pup: You give your subs exactly what they deserve.🌶️🌈

Series

[wannab-urs]

The Dom That Middle Aged Man Campaign 2025 - Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who participated in this challenge! And big thanks to @pedgito Ali for the graphic and helping me run this event!

Without further ado, here are the fics!

Cuffed to the Grind - tim rockford x f!reader - @whocaresstillthelouvre

Summary: You're working late 'cause you're a detective. Oh Tim looks so good handcuffed to a chair. Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, riding, handcuffs, domming the detective, vag badge, commingled cum, fucking your boss, panty gag, holding on to holsters, whiskey, cop stuff

Serpentine - javier peña x f!reader - @pedgito

Summary: Authority looks good on him, but you think he'd look ever better on his knees. Warnings: sub!javier, dom!reader (but lbr, they’re both switch) obviously. reader has vague backstory (related to work), enemies to fwb, they fuck a lot oops, unprotected piv, oral (f receiving), restraints, brat!javi as god intended, choking, coming untouched, edging for the greater good, amen.

Bedroom hymns - din djarin x f!reader - @saradika

Summary: You’d liked this, when you first got together. His desire. How much he wanted to consume you. To take - the weight of his armor pressing into your back, as he drove you into the thin mattress of his bunk. But this is what you like more. The leash he offers so willingly to you. Eager to obey, even as the collar tightens. Following at your heels. After all, his duty is to his people. But it’s you that he serves. Warnings: mand’alor!din, sub!din, soft dom!wife!reader, breeding kink, beskar cock cage, reference to needles & birth control, enthusiastic oral sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, references to pregnancy

Letting Go - dave york x f!reader - @auteurdelabre

Summary: Dave meets his match in more ways than one Warnings: subbish!Dave, scenes of violence (guns, blood), descriptions of alcohol, Dave fights the sub life, edging, oral (f receiving), Dom/sub dynamics.

Hotline to Heaven - joel miller x f!reader - @chaotic-mystery

Summary: An inquisitive man gets more than what he's used to when he pushes the wrong number on a phone sex hotline Warnings: dom!reader, sub!joel, pre outbreak, empty house means he's up to no good, porn connoisseur, phone sex, dirty talk ( i mean duh) mutual masturbation, swearing, orgasm denial, safeword mentioned but not used, talking him through it this time, a little aftercare, slight mention of one of my favorite movies bc I know Joel would've liked it too.

Good Pup, Bad Pup - pero tovar x gn!reader x trans!javi g - @crowandmousewritingco (mouse)

Summary: You give your subs exactly what they deserve. Warnings: Pup play, spankings, praise AND degradation, strap ons, dildos, Javi's genitalia is referred to as a T dick, pet names, and other debauchery.

It's so obvious, I'm your Number One - din djarin x f!reader - @hapan-in-exile

Summary: You are a courtesan at the Dark Garden, Coruscant’s most prestigious pleasure house. Owned by the Mandalorian's employer, crimelord Boss Set’ki, and operated by his lieutenant Mistress Anassa. After years of meaningful glances and missed connections, Din Djarin finally claims you as his own. But now…he’d like to switch up the roles. Warnings: Bondage, blindfold, oral sex (everyone receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, slapping, hair pulling, choking, biting, unprotected piv, rough sex, orgasm denial, prostate play, explicit consent, aftercare.

Never Have I Ever - dieter bravo x f!reader - @wannab-urs

Summary: You and Dieter play never have I ever and it gets spicy. Warnings: sub!dieter, dom!reader, alcohol consumption (not during the smut), pet names, SMUT, discussion of safe words (not used), referring to your dildo as your cock, aftercare.

love's a weed: fish on friday - frankie morales x OFC!Ruby - @tinytinymenace

Summary: Ruby, an avowed atheist, decides to explore this fish on Fridays business. Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics (consensual!), restraints (consensual!), edging (consensual!), exhibitionism, masturbation, shitty ex-partners, sub drop, mentions of Catholicism

Chaos Angel - dieter bravo x f!reader - @always-andromeda

Summary: It's Emmy night. And your infamous ex-boyfriend is stirring up all kinds of trouble for you. Warnings: smut (minors, do not interact), minimally edited lol, a tiny bit of angst, no reader description given aside from reader wearing makeup and being able-bodied, one minor suicide joke, toxic relationships, shaky descriptions of the goings on of award shows (sorry, I do not keep up with them well enough to know everything <3), mentions of addiction, infidelity (reader is in a PR relationship, shoutout to Roman Roy lmao), oral, heavy mommy kink lol, pegging, some fluffy aftercare, reader is a fucking mess, dieter is a fucking mess, it's all chaos, nothing else I can think of but feel free to let me know if anything else should be added!!

Want You to Beg For Me - frankie morales x trans masc!reader - @miindjack

Summary: reader wants to take their new dick for a test drive, frankie happily volunteers. Warnings: dom!reader, sub!frankie, oral (r!receiving), begging, edging, one (1) singular gentle face slap (more like a face tap, honestly), hair pulling (frankie receiving), no honorifics used for reader

She Comes First (Part 1) - frankie morales x f!reader - @just-here-for-the-moment

Summary: none Warnings: Femdom; Frankie is brand new to SSC (safe/sane/consensual) BDSM; characters drink alcohol; curse words and vulgar language (all the good stuff you expect from one of my smutfics); eventual smut; lots and lots and lots of talking about BDSM limits (but I tried to make it hot). 

Yes Ma'am - dave york x f!reader - @sizzlingcloudmentality

Summary: life goes sideways and Dave is close to snapping. he needs professional help. aka let himself be dominated and be at the receiving end for once. good thing he has your number. Warnings: sub-ish!Dave (how sub can a born dom be?), dominatrix!reader, no use of y/n, reader is able-bodied, Dave is a good husband and father™️, Molly throwing up, slight humiliation (the boy being called dummy <3), slight ball torture, (guided) masturbation (m), finger sucking, petnames (ma'am, good boy, love), cum eating, slight shoe worship, dick+pussy pronouns, reader wears lipstick, nail polish and stilettos, squint and you miss unprotected PinV

Leather and Lace - javier peña x f!reader - @probablyreadinsmut

Summary: Javier Peña is back in Loredo after retiring from the DEA. He's horny and looking for something new. That's when he finds you. Warnings: Reader is a dommy mommy, that's obvious. Reader has a 'stage name' but it's only mentioned twice, rest of the time you're referred to as ma'am, mistress or queen. Degradation, Praise, use of a cane, use of a sex toy, name calling e.g 'Cock-sucker' 'Pig/Piggy' (referring to his law enforcement career), discussions of safe words, no descriptions of reader other than you wear a leather bodysuit and heels, have lipstick on and long nails. Begging, submissive Javi, Javier gives head to a dildo 👀, clitoral stimulation, teasing, use of handcuffs, dirty talk, obedience, edging, saliva play, orgasm denial, Unprotected P in V (IF YOU DON'T WRAP THAT THANG IRL ISTG I AIN'T BEING HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR BASTARDS), Creampie, Face sitting, cum eating, Sexy threats. Squirting (if you squint) And a partridge in a pair tree.

Prisoner (part 1) - din djarin x f!reader - @almostempty

Summary: this time our fav bounty hunter is the bounty and you're on a mission to capture him and claim your reward Warnings: my interpretation of pre-canon younger din djarin aka as they said in the 1991 action/thriller classic Point Break he's "young, dumb, and full of cum" aka moody reckless and virile din, some canon typical violence, one (1) tranquilizer injected by needle, dirty talkin' din, bulge riding, opposite of a virgin kink if u squint? mayhaps a filthy whore kink?  (dubcon to come in part two bc of course i would, sub!din djarin will also be coming in part two)

[burntheedges]

Roll-A-Trope Challenge Masterlist

Y'all the response to this challenge blew me away!! 🥺🥰 We are going to have so many amazing fics to read! 🧡 Check here for all of the character/trope pairings from when people joined.

I'll link each one as they're posted. Under the cut you'll soon find fics for Dave York, Dieter Bravo, Din Djarin, Dio Morrissey, Ezra (Prospect), Frankie Morales, Jack Daniels, Javi Gutierrez, Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Marcus Acacius, Marcus Moreno, Marcus Pike, Max Phillips, Nathan Landry, Oberyn Martell, Pero Tovar, and Tim Rockford! And so many amazing tropes!!

Last updated: 12/27 | Fic count: 56!

Dave York

Audience of One by @katareyoudrilling | 3k | Dave x f!reader Trope: famous person AU

Can You Remember Who You Were? by @punkshort | 9.1k | Dave x f!reader Trope: reincarnation

Danger Zone by @almostempty | 6k | Dave x Lana Kane (you) x Sterling Archer (crossover with Archer (TV)) Trope: snowed in

Down Bad by @schnarfer | 6.1k | Dave x f!reader | part 2 Trope: only one bed (and bonus, it's a coffee shop AU!)

It's Only Make Believe by @jennaispunk | 7k | Dieter x f!actress!reader Trope: fake dating

Sunshine & Rainbows by @jeewrites | 10.1k | Dave x f!reader Trope: amnesia

Dieter Bravo

Broken Hearts Mended by @bitchesuntitled | 6.1k | Dieter x f!reader Trope: time travel

Just like the Picture by @nerdieforpedro | 936 | Dieter x gn!reader Trope: landlord

Teleportation and Blue Whiskey (part 1) by @davnittbraes | 1.5k | Dieter x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator

this protector by @perotovar | 3.1k | Dieter x Din Trope: only one bed

Din Djarin

Familiar yet Foreign by @whxtedreams | 3.7k | Din x f!reader Trope: fake marriage

New Home (Part 1) by @weirdoneattheparty | 2.1k | Din x f!reader Trope: friends to lovers

something worse by @corazondebeskar-reads | 3.2k | Din x f!reader Trope: enemies to lovers

The Long Way Round by @din-cognito | 3.17k | Din x gn!reader Trope: road trip

Dio Morrissey

Crimes Against Each Other by @crowandmousewritingco | 2.9k | Dio x trans!reader Trope: enemies to lovers

Ezra (Prospect)

To Leave the Green by @cas-readsandwrites | 2k | Ezra & Cee, gen Trope: time loop

Frankie Morales

a kiss, my panacea by @skittlesfics | 917 | Frankie x gn!reader Trope: sickfic

Better Love by @docharleythegeekqueen | 3.4k | Frankie x reader Trope: snowed in

Dreamers (part 1) by @beefrobeefcal | 3.4k | Frankie x reader Trope: soulmates | now with Part 2!

Forever starts tonight by @sawymredfox | 3.6k | Frankie x f!reader Trope: pining

GOING DOWN by @aurorawritestoescape | 3.4k | Frankie x f!reader and Joel x f!reader Trope: exes

I Like You A Latte by @inept-the-magnificent | 752 | Frankie x f!reader Trope: coffee shop AU

I'm Yours by @ashleyfilm | 3.2k | Frankie x reader Trope: secret relationship

To Feel Your Body Against Mine by @flightlessangelwings | 4.5k | Frankie x f!reader Trope: secret relationship

Jack Daniels

i'd give anything for more time by @penvisions | 2k | Jack x f!reader trope: time loop

If I should die before you do by @maggiemayhemnj | 1.7k | Jack x f!reader trope: soulmates

Life's a Dance by @wordywarriorwrites | 2k | Jack x reader Trope: didn't know they were dating

Lucid Dreams by @fhatbhabiee | 3.2k | Jack x reader Trope: friends to lovers

Javi Gutierrez

Things You Knew by @eff4freddie | 8k | Javi G x reader Trope: soulmates

To Make a Day for You by @yopossum | 3k? | Javi G x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator

Javier Peña

3 sides of a man by @milla-frenchy | 3.3k | Javi x f!reader Trope: secret relationship

between two floors by @glowingxeyes | 1k | Javi x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator | there’s a part 2 and 3!

GOING DOWN by @almostfoxglove | 3.3k | Javi P x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator

good guys, bad deeds by @miss-oranje-disco-dancer | 3.9k | Javi x f!reader Trope: only one bed

Joel Miller

Birds of a Feather by @whocaresstillthelouvre | 5.3k | Joel x f!reader Trope: snowed in

Besties by @butterphii | >1k | Joel x f!reader

drive by @kedsandtubesocks | 2k | Joel x f!reader Trope: road trip

For Better or Worse by @captainredspade | Joel x f!reader Trope: fake marriage

Fragile State by @galway-girlatwork | 2.5k | Joel x OFC!Tara Trope: amnesia

Galway Girl by @yxtkiwiyxt | 7k | Joel x f!reader | part 2!! Trope: soulmates

If You're Reading This by @crowandmousewritingco | 4.5k | Joel x nb!reader Trope: epistolary

It Had To Be You by @jobean12-blog | 4.8k | Joel x f!reader Trope: enemies to lovers

Wish by @hotgirlbedtimescenarios | 1.7k Trope: time travel

Marcus Acacius

Searching for the stars by @the-mandawhor1an | 2.7k | Marcus x f!reader Trope: time travel

Marcus Moreno

Through Every Lifetime by @joelalorian | 4.5k | Marcus x f!reader Trope: reincarnation

Marcus Pike

Pike's Place by @pedges-world | Marcus x reader Trope: snowed in | series!!

Max Phillips

A Little Broken by @clawdeewritesfanfic | 3.2k | Max x f!reader Trope: pining

Time After Time by @grogusmum | drabble | Max x f!reader Trope: reincarnation

Nathan Landry

consensus ad idem by @sunshinehaze1 | 4.9k | Nathan x f!reader Trope: snowed in

Oberyn Martell

sweet and sour by @iamasaddie | 5.5k | Oberyn x f!reader Trope: fake relationship

The Correspondence of the Contagious by @crowandmousewritingco | 1.4k | Oberyn x gn!reader x Ellaria Trope: epistolary

Pero Tovar

Memories made, memories lost by @avastrasposts | 7.9k | Pero x f!reader Trope: amnesia

nothing is sure by @tinytinymenace | 2.5k | Pero x OFC Trope: didn't know they were dating

Tim Rockford

|Bump in the Night| by @dc418writes | Tim x black!reader Trope: friends to lovers

Keep Quiet by @auteurdelabre | Tim x f!reader Trope: secret relationship

When Only Memories Remain by @artsy-girl-76 | 3.4k | Tim x f!reader Trope: "shop" AU

[berryispunk]

By The Fire

Pairing: Pero Tovar x gn! reader

summary: All your friends cancelled last minute on your planned camping trip so you're left with the new guy in your friend group.

tags: fluff, developing feelings, alcohol mention, i don't even know if this is Pero but in my head he is

notes: This was a struggle honestly. Second entry for the summer week over at @fanfictionoverload. Way too many words for way too little happening. Unbeta'd, we die with the sinking ship :)

word count: ~ 700

The camping trip was planned months in advance.

Given the size of the group and their busy schedules it was a wonder y’all were able to narrow down a date for it in the first place.

And now you sit here, all alone with Pero, the new one in your friend group and you’re kind of mad that they all cancelled except for this guy you not even once talked much with. 

Maybe, you thought, he’s just not that big of a talker.

But now the both of you sit in your car and the silence is heavy and kinda awkward.

“So no one else will join us ?” he breaks the silence, but doesn’t look at you as you turn down the volume of the car radio. 

“Yeah, no. They all cancelled. Lastly Jess because her boyfriend got food poisoning and this man is a grown baby and not able to exist on his own...” you shake your head while sighing heavily. 

He scoffs. 

“Yeah, I figured. But Jess is so caring. I love that about her. It speaks for her, you know…”

You nod. 

“She’s an angel." 

A while later the sun is already setting behind the horizon and tinting everything in orange hues when both of ýou arrive at the camspide.

As you leave the car you stretch your stiffened limbs and groan. 

“I set up the tent”, Pero suddenly says and you blink at him. 

“I can help you…” you suggest but he shakes his head.

“You can set up the fire if you want to instead…” 

You agree and start doing but in all honesty you suck at this and you forgot to bring a lighter in your hurry so after a while Pero joins your side.

“Everything alright here?”he asks softly leaning a bit over the fireplace and you rub your neck sheepishly.

“I forgot a lighter…”

He laughs deeply. 

“Oh, really? Well, good for you I know a thing or two about lighting a fire..” he winks at you and you have to bite back a smirk.

“Lucky for us we don’t have to freeze tonight, huh?” you chuckle and he answers with a smirk and you catch yourself mustering him for a moment before you tear your gaze away. 

Only a few minutes later the fire burns bright just in time as the night falls.

It’s just now that you recognize the big scar on the left side of his face, starting over his eyebrow all the way up to his cheek. 

“If you don’t mind… how did you get that scar?” you ask as softly as you can, really not wanting to overstep. 

“Ah, this old thing? Well… it’s a longer story I don’t know if–”

“Yes”, you interrupt him. “Tell me all about it. What else do we have to do?” 

He gives you an almost shy smile in return, clearly not expecting someone to really care about it.

You take a seat next to him on the log he sits on and find yourself hanging on his every word.

The two of you end up talking the whole night, longing glances, shared laughter and alcohol is all it takes for you to develop a crush on him. 

When you wobbly stand up to go over to your tent you’re way more tipsy than anticipated and almost fall over your own feet but he catches you. 

“Easy there…” he says and supports you to stand. 

“‘M-sorry… I think I overestimated myself…” you murmur and he gives you a warm smile. 

“You need any help?” his face is suddenly so damn close to yours and in all honesty he’s even more pretty up close. 

You shake your head. 

“You’re really pretty, you know that?” you almost purr and if the alcohol wouldn’t make your tongue that lose and your mind this hazy you would regret this. 

“Your scar too by the way…” 

Pero just looks at you for a long moment, his brown eyes locking with yours before he gently pinches your cheek. 

“How drunk are you?”, he laughs.

“Maybe a bit, but I mean it…” you protest with a pout. 

“I know” he answers and then adds “Thank you.” 

His smile is genuine, but so are your words. 

my masterlist

[osped]

JOSE PEDRO BALMACEDA PASCAL

HIS CHARACTERS

🌟 Good Morning, Bachelor Nation! 🌟 by @elvinaa

You have a big ass by @pedros-husband

How about 7 Pedros for a minute each? by @oonajaeadira

scary movie typa guy ; genre of movies pedro boys are into by @creedslove

Having Triplets: by @absurdthirst

PEDRO PASCAL

reader calls, telling him they had to go to the emergency room by @judysxnd

he hated the feeling or thought of reader ever leaving ; protective pedro ; blind date ; comforts him ; none of that really matters ; him just loving being a girl dad ; pedro x sick!reader ; whole pregnancy by @talaok (at this point I sould've just put her masterlist link here, lol)

it's not that kind of cold shower (pedro x gn/m!reader) ; 🎯MASTERLIST🎯pedro pascal x gn/m!reader by @pedge-stuff

PERO TOVAR

Pero Tovar and his Guerrera by @prolix-yuy

friend sets Pedro and (y/n) on a blind date by @talaok

take my hand - pero tovar x fem!reader by @pedrito-friskito

Temple of Love ; Grumpy Pumpkin by @sirowsky-stories

OBERYN MARTELL

Window Shopping by @the-dendrophile-bookdragon

Birfday - Oberyn by @writeforfandoms

MARCUS PIKE

I’m Here by @davnittbraes

Forgive These Bones I'm Hiding (Part 2 of 2) by @whataperfectwasteoftime

JAVIER PENA

I know that I shouldn't... but I love you. by @odetodilfs

Nᴏᴛ Iɴᴛᴏ Bᴏʏs (Jᴀᴠɪᴇʀ Pᴇñᴀ) by @obsessedwithpedritoofc

Crossroads (Javier Peña x AFAB!Reader) ; Narcos Masterlist by @ithebookhoarder 

wait, what? by @plentyoffandoms

Trick and Treat by @jobean12-blog

tolerate it [javi peña x gn!reader] by @mandoalorian

quickie at the party ; LA LLUVIA 🌧️ by @creedslove

JOEL MILLER

the sun will shine again by @foli-vora

loads of hickeys by @talaok

doing a million steps nightly skin care routine ; The Millers 💖 by @creedslove

Joel Miller Masterlist by @jobean12-blog

sated by @softlyspector

Feral Masterlist by @ohraicodoll

"a gentle hand" — joel miller by @louswrld11

All Good Things [a Joel x f!reader fic] by @criticallyacclaimedstranger

a sheep in wolf's clothing by @jupiter-soups

Halloween Special by @strang3lov3

I wanna show you off by @joelscurls

crying for the first time ever by @joels-shitty-puns

grumpy!husband!joel by @cruelfvkingsummer

JAVI GUTIERREZ

Skinny Dipping by @second-axis-point

Kinktober Day 13: Javi Gutiérrez w/overstimulation and bondage. by @odetodilfs

DIN DJARIN

In The Silence by @dindjarindiaries

D.D. - "Then we'll find out together." by @missredherring

Uncut by @beskarandblasters

the cantina by @spctrsgf

trying boba tea for the first time by @toxic-seduction

50. Nothing is wrong with you. 55. I’m not going anywhere. ; Soft!Din by @ezrasbirdie

Familiar & Unfamiliar by @theidiotwhowritesthings

DIETER BRAVO

2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #10: Dieter Bravo - A Kiss While Baking by @something-tofightfor

DAVE YORK

Surrogate Love {Dave York x F!Reader} by @absurdthirst

FRANKIE MORALES

Broken by @musings-of-a-rose

sweet treat (frankie morales x f!plus-size!reader) by @mrsmando

Kɪʟʟ ғᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ (Fʀᴀɴᴋɪᴇ Mᴏʀᴀʟᴇs) by @obsessedwithpedritoofc

Telltale Heart by @astroboots

fading ; something new [plus size fem reader] by @ezrasbirdie

MARCUS PIKE

pretending to be him ; RE-ENCOUNTER 🎨 by @creedslove

used by you by @foli-vora 

SILVA

Tʜᴇ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Mᴀɴ (Sɪʟᴠᴀ) by @obsessedwithpedritoofc

PS : I reblog all this amazing fanfic on my other tumblr account on @uwiuwi. I just like to reread, but it got me so stressfull when my main blog so full with reblogs, so I make this masterlist for my future self. I hope none of the authors of the fanfics I put in here mad. Sorry and Thank you for your hardwork guys.

[multimuseficreblogs]

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 ❅ all pedro pascal masterlists ❅ all marcus moreno masterlists ❅ all marcus pike masterlists ❅ all max lord masterlists ❅ all max phillips masterlists ❅ all oberyn martell masterlists ❅ all pero tovar masterlists

𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥 ❅ all pedro pascal ❅ all pedro smut ❅ all pedro fluff ❅ all pedro angst ❅ all pedro pascal x gn reader ❅ all pedro pascal x male reader ❅ all pedro x plus size reader 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐨 (𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒆𝒔) ❅ all marcus moreno ❅ all marcus smut ❅ all marcus fluff ❅ all marcus angst ❅ all marcus x gn reader ❅ all marcus x male reader 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐞 (𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕) ❅ all marcus pike ❅ all marcus smut ❅ all marcus fluff ❅ all marcus angst ❅ all marcus x gn reader ❅ all marcus x male reader

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𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚 - 𝐣

[simpingcowboy]

The Rancher's Kid

Pairing: Pero Tovar x GN!Reader, no use of Y/N, reader is described as short, use of pet names

Word Count: 2.6k+

Warnings: SMUT!! size kink (mostly fixated on height, but Pero does kind of lift up reader), very quick mention of family, passing reference to sex work, reference to oral sex, slightly degrading language, height insecurities, pentrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming, bit of aftercare

Summary: A handsome stranger has a personal request for you and offers you an opportunity you cannot pass up.

A/N: Soooo this has kinda maybe been in my WIPs since Kinktober hehehe but it's heRE NOW!!! :) I did include a handy-dandy Kamasutra illustration of the position I was trying to describe at the bottom (drawing is M/F but this fic is inclusive to all! I simply could not find a M/M illustration to include 😭)

You were grabbing some water over at the local pub. Standing in the small corner where the jug of cool water sat for thirsty patrons. "The Rancher's Kid" the town's folk called you. Though it'd been many moons since you were actually a kid, the name stuck. You often were seen running around town to fulfill delivery orders for your family.

As you drink your water in the corner, a disgruntled noise interrupts your peace. You turn around, your eyes meeting the chainmail armor of the large man behind you. Looking up, you see a very handsome, rather bothered looking face. His dark brown eyes looking down straight into yours. A large scar covering over his right eye. The curls atop his head peeking over his brow as he bows his head to look down at you. He's broad, practically filling the small corner up with his width. The armor only enhances his large features, filling up even more space around him.

"Hello?" You offer up conversation meekly, unsure of the nature of his intrusion.

"You are in my way." He speaks in a thick Spanish accent.

"S-sorry" you stutter feeling intimidated. You step off to the side, clutching onto your cup of water.

You watch the stranger closely. He ridgedly approaches the water pitcher and pours himself a cup of water. You squeeze up closely to the wall behind you, finding yourself barricaded in the corner. The stranger's hand lifts the glass up to his lips to drink. You note the way his hand grips the cup with ease. His thick fingers taking up the height of the cup; his thumb and middle finger almost touching around its circumference. Looking back to your own hand you see you've barely been able to reach around the middle of the cup.

The stranger speaks again. "You are the ranchero's kid? Sí?"

"Y-yes I am…"

"What do you sell?" He asks, turning his body towards you.

"Different things, I don't have anything with me now, but I could bring whatever you need to you tomorrow?"

The stranger brings himself closer, his broad chest threatening to push into your face with each breath he takes. His harsh gaze brings itself down across your body, lingering over your form.

He hasn't taken a lover in many moons, the area around your town baren of most life. It was not unusual of him to go stretches of time without sex, the life of a mercenary not always affording him the luxury of someone to warm his bed. But he knew it. As soon as he saw you, he wanted you. You looked like the perfect little toy for him to play with.

"Are you for sale?" He asks coldly with a curious arch of his eyebrow.

"Am…am I for sale?" You repeat his question, certain you must have misheard him.

He answers you with a grunt and a nod.

An embarrassed heat runs across your face. You hastily shake your head no. "No. I'm not for sale." The stranger's gaze on you suddenly feels much heavier than before.

He pouts, and ponders for a moment. Still trapping you in the corner. "Then, what should I do- to convince you to lay with me?"

You swallow around your pride, the weight of which is sitting heavy in your throat. "I'm not sure…why should I lay with you?"

You didn't have many viable prospects realistically. The town was small, with limited availability at any one time. You certainly could not deny your attraction to the stranger, no matter how gruff he may be. With each passing moment, he grew more tempting.

The smallest smirk comes over the stranger's face. "Because little one…" He reaches up, taking your face in his hand. His large hand stretches the length from one temple to your other cheek, consuming your face in his grasp. "I will make you feel better than any man ever has before."

As much as you may like to deny this stranger the satisfaction, you couldn't deny the urge to feel those thick fingers in other places…

He'd returned you to his chamber for the night, a rented out little room off the side of a home. Pero was his name so you learned when he asked you to scream it out for him. You had learned very quickly that he was keen on keeping his promise of pleasuring you. It'd been over an hour of him teasing you with his mouth, licking, kissing, sucking. All the while stretching you out on his fingers. One…then two, and now three of his thick fingers eagerly stretching you out to take him.

"You are doing so well."

Pero greedily takes in the sight of your stretched out hole around his fingers before slowly removing them. He sits back in his haunches, towering over you laid on your back. His face and golden chest glimmering in the warm candle light. Warm brown eyes look up to peer into yours. His sulky expression is much softer than it was before.

"So stretched yet …" Unbreaking his eye contact with you, he steadily unlaces his breeches revealing his cock to you. "Maybe it will not fit." Pero says with the crook on his mouth. A teasing smirk growing on his face. He's big, long, thick. Even in his large hands, he barely fits around himself. Pero leans forward, resting his heavy cock along your hip. "Dimé, do you think your tight little hole can take me?"

You return his smirk, wrapping your thighs around his hips. "Only one way to find out."

He lets out a groan, your warm legs pulling him closer. His cock rubbing against your stomach.

"We will see, Quierde."

Pero pulls back enough to line himself up. He pushes in agonizingly slow. Letting you feel the stretch of his cock filling you up. The heavy weight of him pinning your hips to the bed. Inch after inch after inch he stuffs you full of him. Finally he plants his hips tight against yours. You swear you can feel him in your stomach.

"Bueno…muy bueno." He sighs out, satisfied with the way you've taken all of him.

He leans forward, caging you in under him as he slowly rocks his hips against you. Pero's body fills up your vision, casting his broad shadow over you. Even while lying above you, he still has a height advantage. His head starts where yours ends. You eagerly nip at Pero's neck, being the only thing really within your reach. You lap at the pulsing vein running up the length of it. Your arms stretch around his wide chest, nails scraping over his shoulders.

"More, I can take it." You plead.

Pero moans loudly on top of you. It's like you'd read his mind. He'd felt nervous about hurting you. You were well stretched out for him, but he didn't wanna break you. He was a heavy man,tall and sturdy. If he put his weight behind his thrusts he knew he'd risk hurting you, or knocking your head up against the headboard. But Pero Tovar was a man of great improvisation.

"Hold onto me."

As swiftly as he snuck into your life, he grips your hips and turns you both over. He sits back against the headboard with your legs still wrapped around him. A satisfied moan comes from his lips as he looks down at you sitting on his cock.

"Ride me." Pero asks of you.

You nod, a desire to satisfy him burning through you. Though, try as you might, your legs only barely made it from one side of his hips to the other. Your body didn't permit you the extra room needed to properly take him like this. You whine in frustration, only able to rock against him. He chuckles at your whine, causing his cock to twitch inside you.

"Shh, little one. I see." Pero's hand goes to your thighs, already so spread to accommodate his hips. "Turn around."

You do as he says, hopping off and quickly retaking your position on his lap now facing away from him. A moan coming from both of you as you sink down on him.

"Lean back against me, Girasol."

You recline against his warm chest, tucking your head under his. Reaching back to wrap your arms against his neck for support.

Without warning, Pero grabs your legs out from under you. Pulling your legs up and keeping them spread wide on either side of your body His large hands holding you tight in his grasp. Experimentally, he lifts you up on his cock, moving your whole body. Before slowly lowering you back down on him. Each muscle in his arms and chest was so controlled. Shit- how had you not noticed just how strong he was?

"There you do, Quierde." Pero bites back a growl. "Just like a pretty toy for me. You still want more?"

"P-please Pero. Play with your toy."

"Mierda" he moans loudly.

That sends him over. Any semblance of self control he had was quickly slipping from him. He lifts you again and again. Fucking you harder and faster with each lift of your hips. Enjoying the way your hands cling to his neck and shoulders.

"So good Little One…so small" his nails dig into your hips. "So tight for me."

Pero's head rolls back in pleasure. He knew you'd be so perfect for him. Letting him fulfill a fantasy, getting to use his body to its full advantage to fuck you. Even the slight burn in his arms turned to pleasure as you relinquished any power over to him. Sometimes Pero hates the mirror. His body is evidence of the many difficulties in life he's overcome. The scars, his muscles, even the scowl he wore on his face all evidence of his marred existence. But in this moment? He was so grateful to this body for bringing him to you. And for being strong enough to bring you pleasure like this.

Your moans echo off the cabin walls as you tuck your head into Pero's neck. You didn't always love your short stature. It came in handy sometimes on the farm. Being lower to the ground was convenient for gardening, or for lots of miscellaneous things here or there. Not like any of the animals cared, but other people? It felt hard to not feel a sense of inferiority. So many people towering over you, literally looking down at you. Right now though, you felt so grateful to be shorter. Letting Pero use you in ways that'd be impossible otherwise. Allowing him to fill and stretch you to your brink. You felt so safe in his grasp.

Pero's hips piston up to meet your bouncing form. Delicious groans spill from him with each thrust. A hand comes up between your legs, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look up at Pero. He growls as he leans down, meeting you in a feverish kiss. He's all tongues and teeth. Brash, but no less passionate.

"Need you to cum." He grunts into your mouth. Teeth nibbling at your bottom lip.

Pero shifts beneath you. The other snakes down and takes you in his hand. Fingers rubbing in circles and short flicks with perfect precision. Making you whine out at the way he works you. With one hand firmly in place, the other arm stretches across your thighs. Pressing them close together and pulling you as tight as he can against him. Each thrust has him slamming you back down on his cock.

"Pero!" You cry out. The tightly wound knot in your stomach threatening to snap. "I'm s-so close." You mumble, barely able to speak over the vigor with which he fills you.

"Cum Girasol!" Pero demands, lips tracing over your face and neck. As much as he longs to kiss you, he needs to hear your cries for him. His fingers work you faster, harder.

You're eager to comply. It's just too perfect. His large form, keeping you safe in his embrace, arms wrapped around you. His warm breath in your neck. Feverish kisses pressing in your skin. The way his beautiful cock stuffs you full with every hard thrust. The feeling of Pero's hair just barely brushing over your finger tips. The sound reverberating off the walls and filling your ears with the sound of delicious sin. His hand working you even closer to orgasm. Pero feels like a dream around you. A dream you happily let yourself give into. The band snaps as you cry out for the mercenary for the final time that night.

"Pero! Pero- fuck!" You moan into the room. Cumning all over his hand and leaking onto his cock. Your body pulsing around where he's still firmly fucking you. Filling you with himself all the way to the root.

"T-too good…dios Quierde. I-I" He cums with a loud cry of your name. His whole body tightening up around you. Thrusting one…two…three more times as he cums, filling your holes with rope after rope of his cum. Finishing by planting you down on his hips, keeping you on his now softening cock. His hips are just barely grinding up into you, enjoying the heat of your body. Pero heaves into your shoulder, breathing heavy from his orgasm. "Mierda…" he murmurs. His arms still wrapped tight around you, hugging you. A trail of soft kisses make their way up your neck. "Such a good toy. So good for me."

You chuckle as Pero tickles you with his moustache. You let your arms fall from behind his head to feel down along his arms. Feeling slightly dazed from the intensity of your orgasm.

Finally catching his breath, Pero asks, "Did I keep my promise, Quierde?"

"Promise?" You murmur.

He smirks, "To please you better than any man ever has before."

"Oh-" you feel your face run hot, "yes…I'd say so."

He huffs, obviously satisfied with himself. "Relax with me." He gives you little choice as he repositions the two of you together. His arms untangle from your thighs, slowly bringing them down to an outstretched position. The mercenary shimmies down off the headboard, lying down on his back and bringing you with. He's careful not to remove himself from inside you. He sighs out and closes his eyes. Strong hands come to your waist, just rubbing up along your sides. Imprinting your figure into Pero's mind. His skilled fingers draw delicate shapes into your skin where he touches you. With each deep breath of his, his stomach presses up into the curve of your back. He's so relaxed, unlike the way he was when you first encountered him.

"Pero?" You whisper, not wanting to interrupt his peace, but uncertain if he's planning on allowing you to stay or kicking you out.

"Hmm?" He groans, rubbing his eyes. "Need to rest-" he yawns "Or else I can't fuck you again."

Your face goes hot at the indication. "A-again?"

"Mhmm…you stay, Quierde." His hands hold onto your hips keeping you in place. A moan catches in his throat as you squeeze around him. "I'll clean you and then," Pero leans in to give you a soft kiss on the cheek. "Make you messy again. Okay?"

You nod quietly against his head. "Okay Pero." You say trying to hide your smile.

"Good, Little One. Now rest." He nuzzles you before planting his head back down on the pillow.

You yawn, a wave of exhaustion rushing over you. You press against Pero's warm body, letting yourself relax against him. Enjoying the gentle ache between your legs, and the light weight of Pero's soft cock inside you. His hands embrace you in a comforting hug. A soft snore coming from the man beneath you. A feeling of warmth encapsulates you as you slowly lull off to sleep. Grateful for your encounter with the mercenary.

Position name, Full Nelson

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 02/25/2024

Nerdie! You saw it right! He won! *hugs tightly*

Yes he did! 🥰 We're all so happy for him! Finally!

We're also buzzing about how he looks like he's on the cover of a romance novel. Maybe on a ranch, maybe in the 1800's. It's a pretty versatile look. He likes his deep V's....

As we all should. Also, I'm taking notes on that. *scribbles*

Anything new besides, well clearly pirate adventures?

Pirates have scurvy and Pedro is well nourished so none of that. Other ideas for his characters. Ezra and Pero might have scurvy though. I did manage to write some this week. It's been busy. 👀 Ugh...real life stuff. Nothing major. Just needs to be done.

Nerdie's fics:

Guiding Light (Ezra one shot - I was chatting with @lady-bess and had the idea for this. I always have Ezra in some crime. 😎)

Lunch is happening right? (Part two of my summer romance Javi G fic. Not sure how many parts.)

He told me his name (Din Djarin x plus size female reader) I wrote it after reading a new Din fic by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (will be listed below. I'd still call it moody because despite writing, I still have trouble with my vocabulary. 🤣 It is pretty though. I'm working on a follow-up since people asked 👀)

Can't win carino (Javi G one shot - for @i-own-loki because she gave me the idea and the moodboard so I ran with it.)

The Man Next Door (Jake Lockley one shot for @megamindsecretlair because she kinda asked, more like I asked her what she wanted in it. She asked for action and smut. I might try more action in fics later.)

Get a room you two and BONE (Part two of my Tim Rockford comedy series which now has romance? I binged too much B99, watched a bit of Castle and a few episodes of Kojak with my mom. The insanity will only increase with part three but maybe there might be some growth between Tim and Doc? Or a hippo.)

Nerdie I thought you said you were busy....that's six fics...

I was and some of them I had been working on for a while. I also had some insomnia (that lead to parts two and three of the Tim Rockford fic). Anyway, on to the main event! 😘

Nerdie's fic recommendations! or things I read this week. 😄

14 x kisses by @trulybetty (Jack Daniels x reader) Part of her 29 days of valentines for February.

Sorgan Girls Are Easy - Solo Din Djarin by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (the fic that inspired my Din - her Din has 100% more smut)

Half of you - chapter 3 by @foxilayde (Santiago Garcia x fem. reader) Slow burn series - love it and trying to read it slowly to savor it.

Falling for you by @toomanystoriessolittletime (Javi Pena x fem reader) A bittersweet read that had me wonder what was next but I was hopeful.

Sunday Naps by @javierpena-inatacvest (Frankie Morales x fem reader) More proof that cuddling with Frankie leads to wonderful things.

Poe Dameron falling in love with his shy best friend (GN reader) by @i-belong-to-the-stars What one hopes for if you're shy and you're in love with those curls...er Poe. 🫣

Mystery Strain by @rebel-held (Dieter Bravo x GN reader) All kinks are valid and who doesn't love Dieter with a belly? 😘

Bulletproof by @laurfilijames (Jax Teller x fem reader) She wrote poetic porn with feelings. I was overcome, titllated and confused.

A girl walks into a bookshop by @oonajaeadira (Ezra x fem reader) Soft Ezra with a bookshop, yes please! 😄

Beneath the mask by @saradika (Din Djarin x fem reader) A medieval knight Din...so where does one pick up the velvet dress?

Loneliness by @sirowsky (Pero Tovar x GN reader) Pondering Pero in your local Park? Highly recommended for Valentine's Day.

15 x cashmere by @trulybetty (Joel Miller x GN reader) What thread count was it that encouraged Joel to hop in bed in such a state? For my personal file. 👀

He sees you by @maggiemayhemnj (Joel Miller x reader) This writer will tell you she just loves words. I would argue that the words love her in a unique way that makes you see the things. 💜

16 x dance by @trulybetty (Tim Rockford x reader) I pictured him dancing with the reader in his trench coat. @secretelephanttattoo (El) is to the holsters as I am to the trench coat. 🤣 In my mind.

Quiet Moments Collection by @secretelephanttattoo (various Pedro characters x reader) It’s the small instances that you think don’t matter, that are the most meaningful.

Plus One by @always-andromeda (Frankie Morales x fem reader) Always a fan of two idiots in love, even with their spat.

A Strange Fate by @youandmeand5bucks (Silva x fem reader) Two people who came together because of life circumtances. Are they really satisfied?

A Beskar Valentine by @firstofficerwiggles (Din Djarin x female reader) Awesome username, it makes me giggle. Din will be ten steps ahead and still fifteen behind when it comes to matters of the heart. My guy is an overthinking champion.

Seven by @lokischocolatefountain (Javier Pena x reader) A simple discussion about children leads Javier to a drastic solution.

To be Explored Later by @legendary-pink-dot (Frankie Morales x fem reader x Santiago Garcia) aka Ms. Curls if ya nasty! 😘 Somehow I missed the gem of a sandwich. How the reader was able to think about anything is beyond me.

Red Light Glow by @missredherring (Lucian Flores x fem reader) This man has me and @rhoorl keeping track of his silk shirt and gold chain. We would accept his call. The guilt would go away too quickly if we felt it at all. 😌

Incarnadine by @iamskyereads (Pero Tovar x fem reader) This Pero has me swoon with his care toward the reader, his love of baths (I just want him to soak and relax - he's been earning coin!), and his word choice. This is another person that words appear to favor. 💜

Not like I fangirled over these writers this week or anything 👀

What on the docket for this week Nerdie?

Part three of the Javi G summer romance

Maybe...Roc & Doc part three I don't like sitting on finished parts but then I whine about having no motivation for the next part. 👀 I make no sense.

March is toward the end of the week so my March Spring Prompts will start! I scheduled the first six days I think. I got anxious about getting behind (which isn't the point of doing them but anxiety doesn't care) and did some in advance. I like how they're coming along and that they're short. Unlike this update. 🤣 They won't have summaries, but will have warnings, tags and notes.

And because I hear series and I think "I should start another one!" I decided to write an Ezra series. How did I happen upon our favorites prospector/scoundrel/reluctant father figure? I've been reading works by @morallyinept @maggiemayhemnj and @magpiepills

Ezra intimidated me because of his language, but actually, I think I'd get along with him because he puts on a persona with a great deal of performance. It's the audience's job to figure out if you're serious or not. Or at least that's how I approached him. 🤨 This could go badly. I stuck him on the bayou with an air boat and I want him to cook gumbo. *full delusional achievement unlocked*

Special shout-outs to @connectioneverywhere and @soft-girl-musings for sending me lovely asks this week.

Also to @inept-the-magnificent who called Tim Rockford her sidepiece and I am still very tickled. 🤣

This update was long 🤗 Hehe

Love Nerdie ❤️

[hopeamarsu]

First Kiss

Part of the Year of Themed Creation challenge by @yearofcreation2023

Pero Tovar x gn!reader (no pronouns, one nickname "amor") Word count 1,5k

Warnings None

Summary: Pero Tovar has never been kissed before.

It’s an odd feeling, nothing like Pero has ever experienced before.

Your lips are surprisingly soft.

Warm.

Pillowy.

A little dry, but not chapped or unpleasant in any way. Just unusual. He is still trying to get his bearings when you move again, sending another wave through him. His muscles tighten involuntarily as you push firm against him, your mouth massaging his gently, coaxing his pressed lips open with tiny movements. 

He can taste oranges, something sweet and tangy and his mind tries to chase all the notes to figure them out. Pero feels your body, all its contours and dips, how you fit against him. He can scent pine and field you must’ve been working on earlier. And then he’s back to your taste, this time something tart finding a way to tease his palette. It’s overwhelming, all his nerve endings are on fire. 

In order to try and center himself, he focuses on the feel of your mouth and how it’s pressed to him. It actually feels nice but a little confusing. After the first contact, it feels like your lips have softened further, and come more pliant and sweet. He likes the way your lips fit against him, how you hum softly at the contact. When your tongue peeks out again to lick his lower lip, he presses his lips tighter together, uncertain of the continued wetness of someone else’s tongue right there. It’s peculiar. 

Is he supposed to do something, Pero wonders, trying to keep up with the multitude of emotions crackling like embers inside him. He feels almost lost at sea, unable to move or respond. He’s never felt anything like this before. Should he mimic your movements? But how? He doesn’t know how. He’s never done anything like this before! And even if he did, Pero is frozen all over. You’ve woven a spell over his body and he cannot move. He just stands there, dumbstruck. 

Suddenly you pull away and his eyes finally blink, his brain still working its way through the myriad of things he feels right now. You watch him in silence before speaking, your eyes both unsure and curious. Maybe even a little sad. 

“Pero?” 

Your hesitant whisper is like a lightning bolt to his fried mind and he finally finds himself. Pero wraps a strong arm around your waist, halting your escape as it begins with your muscles twitching. He peers into your eyes, willing you to see that he doesn’t want you to move, doesn’t want you to run. Pero needs you here with him while he comes to terms with what just happened. And to do that, he has to stay connected to you. 

“Si?” His voice is equally quiet, unwilling to break the spell. 

“Was that… was that okay?”

The way you sound, dejected and shy, is far from what he felt from your lips just before. He hates it immediately and tightens his hold on you further. Even if he didn’t understand it, didn’t catch all the nuances, and most likely fucked it all up, Pero never wants you to feel like this around him. As unaware of human interactions as he is, he can’t help but want to be more for you.  

“Si.” He's not lying, per se, it was okay. Even if he didn’t know how to comprehend what transpired between you and why his lips still tingle even when you no longer touch, it was okay. More than okay really. 

“It’s something…” He tries to explain, cursing inwardly at the rapid heat spreading in his neck. Idiota, Pero berates himself and his inability to form words. 

You wait for him patiently, something Pero has never felt he’s worthy of. So he tries again, struggles past his own embarrassment to form the words to soothe you. “It’s just that I’ve never…” he trails off again, uncertain if he should reveal this part of himself to you. Will it make you see him weak if he tells you this? 

He doesn’t have to say it though. Understanding dawns on your face, your features transforming into something even more kind, gentle, and calm. Your hand finds his cheek, warmth spreading through his bones as smooth fingers trail up his temple and brush away an errant strand of hair. A soft smile dances on your lips - their ghost still lingering on him - and your eyes twinkle a little in the corners. 

“It was your first kiss?” 

He lets out a gruff huff and barely hides the sarcastic roll of his eyes at your question. How ever could you tell? Was it the way he resembled a stone statue more than a man confident in his skill with a partner? Or was it how he surely looked like a scared calf lost from its mother when you stepped into his space and pressed those magical lips to his? Or maybe it was the way his whole body sang an unknown song, but only in the wrong language. Surely none of these things clued you in.

He was merely 11 summers old when his family was taken from him and his only way of surviving was to become whatever he needed to be for his next meal, his next sleep, and his next day. Pero had no time for first crushes or stolen kisses in the orchard when he was whisked into the battlefield, one fight after the other. He survived, working his way from the gutter to glory, but it was at the cost of his innocence and his freedom to do as he wished deep inside.  

And it wasn’t like the brothels he found himself in were keen on the art of romancing someone. Sure, he got his cock wet and his needs met, but rarely he even spoke to the people he encountered. Transactions, where money and bodily fluids swapped places, were no time for delays. He was good with the lower half of his body and he didn’t leave unsatisfied lovers in his wake. That was enough.

But now, now when there is the incessant need inside him, a monster roaring at him to claim your lips on him, now Pero knows it wasn’t enough. This, this is what he has been missing, this is something he has been waiting for, even if he didn’t know it at the time. 

This feels like his entire world has shifted on its axis and he’s finally able to see clearly. He feels somehow … bigger. More full. It hits him like a surprise attack on the head.

This feels like something that could blossom into love. 

It should scare him, but that’s the last thing Pero feels. He feels the same high he felt when William suggested they join the group in search of black powder. He feels full of energy, full of hope and excitement. He feels the same greed as he did them. He’s had his first taste, he will never rest until he’s had that taste again and again and again. Until his dying breath, he will want your kiss. 

He is also a possessive bastard, Pero has no qualms over admitting that. Now that you’ve gifted this miracle to him, he shall not allow anyone to touch your lips and sample that sweet tangy taste ever again. Pero’s eyes turn darker over the idea and he splays his hand wide, capturing as much of your back as he can, allowing his carnal side to peek through. Your answering gasp pleases him greatly and he finds his composure and cockiness again. 

“Si, amor. It was my first. But it won’t be my last, not when I’ve gotten this from you. If I can, will you teach me more?” He murmurs, inching closer so your noses touch and you can share the same air. 

He waits for your answer with bated breath, equal parts nervous and excited. He still has no clue what to do, but if you allow him this, he will not remain frozen this time. He will learn how to please you, how to possess you, and how to kiss you in a way that leaves you just as breathless as he feels. 

Your eyes track his tiniest movements and just when Pero feels like he can’t take it any longer, you close the final distance and he’s back in your embrace, in your kiss.

And it’s true what they say, he muses as he fumbles to find the right rhythm. Practice does make everything perfect and Pero is nothing if not persistent in this quest. 

divider by @firefly-graphics

Year of Firsts masterlist

[writeforfandoms]

2k Masterlist

This will be the masterlist for all the drabbles from my 2k celebration!

Find the rules here

Valeria Garza x gn!reader - “You’re ten years too late, love.”

Pero Tovar x f!reader - Pulling their partner onto their lap

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x gn!reader - “Get behind me”

F!reader and Logan - first time treating him like a dad

Dragon!Price x f!reader - more of Glitter and Gold

Kyle "Gaz" Garric x gn!reader - help through a panic attack

Graves x f!reader - "close your eyes for me love"

Rodolfo Parra x f!reader - pressing foreheads together

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x f!reader - "When I say run..."

Bear shifter Price x f!reader - "Get behind me"

Multi x gn!reader - dealing with skin issues

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x gn!reader - “Hold my hand okay?” 

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x gn!reader - "I love me too"

Horangi x König x f!reader - A was cold so B sandwiched them with C

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader - "I think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me"

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader - helping after a nightmare

John-117/Master Chief x gn!reader - "I'm not going anywhere."

Dragon!Price x f!reader - Johnny joins the castle

[hellfire-state-of-mind]

i figured i have enough fics at this point that i should compile them all into a list to make them easier to find, though all of my writing is tagged with #the hellfire texts. my inbox is always open for any comments, questions, concerns, etc. so don't be shy! and happy reading 💛

can we stay here forever? // < 1k Mature | unspecified P-Boy x fem!reader just two people in love

27 seconds // < 1k Angst | Marcus Pike x fem!reader based on Last Kiss by Taylor Swift

Clandestine // 4.5k Mature | Mr. Ben (SNL) x fem!reader based on illicit affairs by Taylor Swift

i'll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) // 2.2k Explicit (18+) | Pero Tovar x fem!reader Pero hasn't been touched in a while...

don't you worry your pretty little mind // 1.3k PG | Dave York x fem!reader Dave and reader are getting ready for a Father's Day party

it's hell on earth to be heavenly // 5.2k Explicit (18+) | security guard!Frankie Morales x band leader!fem!reader it's Frankie's job to keep you and your band safe

handcuffed to the spell i was under // < 1k PG | Javier Peña x bartender!fem!reader blow a kiss to your mystery man

they don't know about the night in the hotel // < 1k PG | Frankie Morales x gn!reader there was only one bed...

Miller Bros Contracting and Car Wash PG | Joel Miller x fem!reader self-indulgent thoughts about the Miller brothers running a car wash

[quinnnfabrgay-writes]

The Masterlist

I wanted to thank each and every one of you for the outpouring of excitement for this challenge, and the abundance of absolute talent y'all have shared with @hauntedhowlett-writes and me. I am just blown away with how y'all have taken these characters and creatures and have created these incredible stories and worlds; I could just kiss every single one of your beautiful brains!

This list will be updated as the rest of the pieces are posted. Again, please do not feel bad if you haven't posted your story yet - I know more than anyone that sometimes the creative juices just ain't there. All I ask is that you tag us when you're ready so we can love up on you and show off your work!

Also if you have already posted your piece and it's not listed here, please let me know! My notifications have been spotty lately.

THE PRETTIEST - @almostfoxglove (ghost!Max Phillips x f!reader)

Sweet Sweet Girl - @whocaresstillthelouvre (incubus!Maxwell Lord x f!reader)

bite me nicely - @jolapeno (vampire!Javier Peña x f!reader)

Like A Man Without Skin - @thischarmingmandalorian (ghost!Jack Daniels x f!reader)

Sins of the Flesh - @ak-vintage (incubus!Pero Tovar x f!reader)

fire starter - @kedsandtubesocks (dragon!Dieter Bravo x f!reader)

A Certain Fae's Melancholy - @nerdieforpedro (fae!Jack Daniels x gn!reader)

Me and the Devil - @saradika (devil!Din Djarin) moodboard, playlist, and drabble

Foretold in the Scales - @crowandmousewritingco (dragon!Marcus Moreno x gn!reader)

Two for One - @max--phillips (alien!Frankie Morales x afab!reader)

Cosmic Kiss - @clawdeewritesfanfic (alien!Joel Miller x f!reader)

shadows - @burntheedges (tentacle monster!Din Djarin x f!reader)

limits - @perotovar (minotaur!Joel Miller x m!oc/reader)

divider credit goes to @saradika-graphics

[sirowsky]

Loneliness

Another thing that I wish I could celebrate is around the corner, and true to form, I'm turning to Pero for comfort.

Despite the title, this is actually a happy little story :)

Summary: Pero accidentally ruins your Valentine's celebration, and to make up for it, you kinda strongarm him into being your date.

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY

Warnings: Pero Tovar x Reader. Can be read as Gender Neutral. No use of Y/N. Modern!Pero. Cursing, mature themes, sort of public kissing but not really bc there's nobody else around, aggressive dog, attacking dog, blood, mild angst.

Word Count: 3921

Author's Masterlist

You had it all figured out.

Valentine’s Day wasn’t ordinarily something you celebrated, because you’d managed to be alone for that particular day most years, and thus, you’d grown to resent the love-celebration.

But that was also where your decision to go ahead and have a solo-lovefest had come from, because you weren’t a resentful person. You were a positive person and even though you were starting to give up on the whole happily ever after, there was no reason to start thinking of love as something to begrudge others, or to push away from yourself.

Love wasn’t the actual problem. The loneliness was.

including on you, your thermos had somehow been flung twenty feet away under a snow-covered bush, and most aggravating of all - your expensive headphones had somehow been broken in two by your fall.

So, that was why you were now sitting on a bench in a lovely park, despite the freezing temperatures and thick cover of snow, enjoying hot cocoa and fresh cinnamon rolls from your favourite bakery, whilst listening to a romance novel on audiobook.

You weren’t that much into audiobooks to be honest; you preferred the old-school turning of pages and getting to set your own pace and create your own mental voices to each of the characters. But you weren’t sitting in your cozy armchair today and turning pages was difficult with mittens.

As it were, you were enjoying yourself. It hadn’t seemed all that likely that you would, but you’d really only set out to do something outside of your normal routines that was maybe a little romantic in and of itself, just to mark the passing of this normally so negative day. And it that regard, you’d succeeded.

This was already the best Valentine’s Day you’d had since you were a kid, sending hand-drawn friendship-cards to everyone in your class, and getting a few back, most just out of politeness, but still, it had made you happy.

You were so lost in the fictional world streaming into your ears that you didn’t notice the dog at first.

It had snuck up on you from the side, quite clearly a stray based on the state of its coat and how thin it was, and when you eventually clocked the movement in your periphery, it was already right by the bench.

Now, you would’ve happily given it the remaining two buns in the paper bag sticking out of the big side pocket of your winter coat, but once it realized that you’d noticed it, the dog grew hostile. It had likely been badly treated by people that it had tried to beg for scraps from before and opted to try and scare you into leaving your food behind, rather than simply try wagging its tail at you.

You weren’t ordinarily nervous around dogs, regardless of size or breed, but you’d never met a desperate stray before. And this was a German Shepard, a breed known for their protective instincts towards their families, and willingness as well as capacity to harm those that threatened it.

You’d always loved this breed, although you’d never owned one for yourself, and could tell that this was a female, so for all you knew she could have puppies nearby, or just an adopted family of other strays that she cared for.

She growled and bared her teeth at you, barking a warning when you tried to reach for the bag to hand it to her, even though you moved slowly.

But the moment the bag was pulled free from your pocket, she launched after it, but rather than go for the food, she went for your arm.

She might just be scared that you’d pull you it away or that you’d come after her if she didn’t weaken you first, but you had no experience with aggressive canines and just froze at the sight of her gaping jaws about to close around your wrist.

But then something else appeared from behind, in between her mouth and your arm, and you heard a sharp exhale as she bit down on what was apparently the arm of a random stranger that seemed to have come out of nowhere.

In his rapid advance he shoved you out of the way, and you fell off the bench to the side, since it didn’t have a back or armrest.

You turned around while still on the ground to find out what was happening and saw this broad back moving from side to side and struggling with the starving dog. But you were amazed that he didn’t try and hit or kick her.

He just sort of growled back at her, not trying to lift her up or drag her along but instead kneeling down so that she wouldn’t feel compelled to bite down even harder to hang on, and even though it took several minutes, she eventually let him go and ran off.

You picked up the paper bag that you’d dropped when he’d knocked you over and threw it as hard as you could in the same direction she’d darted off to.

Then you looked around at the mess that had been your Valentine’s celebration just a few minutes earlier and felt your temper flare. It might just be the adrenaline spike, but still.

Your cocoa had spilled everywhere,

“Wow, you know for a good Samaritan you kinda suck.” you griped at him.

“Hey! These are three-hundred-dollar headphones that are completely destroyed because of you, so don’t you dare think I’m just gonna let you walk away!”

He just grunted, starting to turn to his side, but seeming to be trying to avoid looking at you.

And then he just started walking away, which really pissed you off.

“Sorry. I do appreciate what you did, I’m just… a little shocked, I guess. Let me dress that for you?” you said, turning the last part into a question, just in case he might not want you to.

He swung around just as you caught up to him, forcing you to stomp on your brakes not to barrel straight into the wide expanse of his chest.

And then you took in his face and his deep brown eyes somehow robbed you of your anger, or at least most of it.

The set of his mouth and the low shelf of his brows made him look hard and distant and possibly even mean. But those eyes spoke of pain and abandonment and loss, and you were so unprepared for something so soft to look back at you, that you just ended up standing there staring at those captivating and vulnerable eyes.

And he just stared right back, which soon made you uncomfortable and you let your head fall forwards, intending to inspect your clothes more closely, but finding your gaze landing on his right arm and the blood that was trickling down his hand instead.

Well, damnit, now you felt guilty.

“Shit… she really got you. Some of this is gonna need stitches. When was the last time you took a tetanus booster shot?”

He stood perfectly still, long enough that you began to wonder if he’d frozen solid, but then he nodded once while letting out a small sigh, so you gestured for him to come back to the bench with you.

You’d once been the first to arrive at a bad bicycle accident, and after having felt completely useless on that occasion, you’d made sure to learn some first aid and to always carry a small kit for emergencies.

He took a seat and you followed, taking his right side, unpacking the kit while he pulled that arm out of his jacket and rolled up the sleeve.

“Okay, you’re good for now, but I’m not kidding about the hospital. Or the tetanus.”

He offered no response of any kind, and since it wasn’t really any of your business you let it go and went to work on the fairly deep punctures.

His face didn’t move as far as you could tell, even though you were really thorough with the disinfectant, making sure that it got all the way into each wound, before you dressed them with tourniquets and wrapped half of the lower arm with gauze.

Still no response. He just got up and once again started walking away, and there was that anger again.

“You could at least say thank you!” you shouted after him, and he stopped.

But then, again, he just stood there, as though he needed to deliberate on whether he should be polite.

“Sorry about your headphones.” he finally said, without turning back, just angling his head slightly to the side.

“Sorry doesn’t buy me new ones.” you retorted, and saw a deep sigh make his shoulders slump.

“I don’t have that much money.” he griped.

“Well then, repay me some other way.” you suggested, and this time, he turned back to look at you.

“How?”

“Let me walk you to the hospital and… be my Valentine for as long as that takes.”

You hadn’t thought that far ahead, and if you were honest, you were somewhat convinced that this wasn’t a man to mess around with.

But he was also the man that had ruined what was about to be your first pleasant February 14th in a very long time.

He just stared at you, statuesque as ever, with the same hard expression he’d had throughout your exchange.

“Look, you kinda blew up my solo-celebration here, so could you just pretend that we’re on a date, let me pretend that not every guy is an ass, just for an hour, and I’ll forget about the headphones.” you suggested, wondering if you’d completely lost your mind.

The man looked like a narcos enforcer, for fucks sake. The Spanish accent, the scar over his eye, his tolerance of pain… it wasn’t unthinkable that he was into something bad, but he could just as easily be a carpenter or a veteran.

“Fine.” he interrupted your internal dialogue, and you sort of flinched in surprise.

“So, do you wrestle dogs often? Or just when there’s a person in distress?” you asked, attempting to break the silence and perhaps learn something about this odd stranger, but he didn’t answer.

He was really up for playing your pretend date? Really? Somehow that made you even more inclined to think he might be a thug. And somehow, that did not deter you at all.

You quickly gathered your things, getting a veritable snow-bath while retrieving your still half-full thermos, having to bend over and shake your coat to get it out from inside the collar, before you joined him where he’d been waiting for you.

You expected to see some amount of amusement in his face, since he would’ve seen your little upside-down dance, but it remained as though it had been carved in stone.

He turned as you got to him, following your lead, and the two of you set off in the general direction of the hospital.

“For a date, you’re rudely disinterested. Do I at least get to know your name?” you pressed.

“Pero. And I don’t wrestle dogs. Ever.”

You were already half expecting him to just endure your company in strained silence until you reached your destination.

But this time, he did answer, although with a fully apparent lack of enthusiasm.

“So why did you today?” you persisted, trying to keep him talking now that he’d started.

He seemed mostly annoyed, though.

“You were too scared. She would’ve killed you.”

“Which mattered to you because…?” you prodded, since he seemed to respond best to a more forward and firm approach.

You expected him to shrug it off as an instinctive reaction, or just not answer, but he surprised you again.

“Because you were just a person sitting in a park. That’s not something you should have to die for.”

You huffed, intending to make a joke, but losing all the mirth along the way.

“Well, that might be the kindest thing any guy has ever done for me.” you said, meaning every word and trying hard not to get too emotional about that.

But he seemed surprised, which in turn surprised you because it was the first shift you’d seen in his face since meeting him.

“What, no flowers or chocolate?”

“Not unless I asked for them. Never just because someone thought I should have them.” you answered weakly, feeling smaller somehow.

He offered no response to that, and you got lost in the memories of all the forgotten birthdays or anniversaries or just bad days you’d had in the relationships of your life, not just romantic but among family as well.

“Why were you celebrating outside in this cold? Who goes to sit in a park on a freezing day just to have cocoa all alone?” he suddenly blurted out, startling you out of your thoughts.

“Uh… I had decided to try and make this a good day, for once. I was just trying something different, and it was working, believe it or not, until the Shepard.”

Again, he fell silent instead of driving the conversation along. He obviously wasn’t fond of talking just for the sake of talking, which you had no problems with, except that you were getting curious about him.

“Why were you out in the park all alone, then?” you tried, hoping he’d warmed up enough to you to at least attempt an answer.

“I was just… walking.” he offered, but suddenly seemed to think he’d said something stupid, and turned his head away.

“Forgive my bluntness here, but are you homeless?” you asked, and then quickly added: “Not that you look shabby or anything, I’m just guessing.” when you saw him take offence.

“No, I just like to walk in the park, is that so strange?” he spat with a slightly accusatory tone.

“Not at all. I like to walk there too, especially in the winter because there’s less people around.” you said, trying to keep your voice soft despite feeling a bit attacked.

He was clearly more sensitive than he appeared, but adamant about hiding it. He did seem to relax more after your reply, though. Perhaps he’d really never come across someone else that liked to walk just for the sake of walking before.

“Sorry. The park just reminds me of home.” he said, finally allowing himself to ease up on his inner tension a little.

“That’s okay, you don’t have to apologize. I’m being nosy because I’m curious about you, but that doesn’t mean you’re obligated to answer.”

His voice had an incredible depth to it when he let it soften.

You wondered where home was for him, but it felt too intrusive to ask, when he was clearly very private.

He was quiet again for a bit, while you walked leisurely along the streets, getting closer to your destination.

“What were you listening to? In your headphones.” he suddenly asked, catching you off guard with his own curiosity, and you blurted out the answer before you’d had a chance to edit it in your head.

“A romance novel.”

He couldn’t help but smile and holy smokes did it light up his face. Even though it was just a small one, he went from looking like an enforcer to looking like a boy about to play a trick on someone.

“Any good?” he asked, but his tone was polite.

Well, you’d given him an open goal and he hadn’t taken the shot, so he wasn’t a total ass. Which made you wonder how he’d react if you told him exactly what you’d been listening to.

“It was quite… erotic, actually. I thought it’d be fitting for Valentine’s, and since there’s nothing going on in real life, why not enjoy some fictional pleasure instead.” you confessed, peeking over at him to gauge his response.

He looked bemused, but not teasingly or rudely so, more like he genuinely found it interesting that you’d gone looking for pleasure in a book.

“I know, it’s pathetic. But like I said, I’ve found little to no evidence suggesting that good men truly do exist, so I’m forced to rely on the imaginary ones.” you said, with a thick layer of disappointment unintentionally dripping from your words.

He didn’t answer that, and after another few minutes of walking, you’d reached the hospital emergency entrance, which seemed uncharacteristically quiet, and you both stopped outside.

“Well, thank you for being my unwilling date. Believe it or not, I enjoyed this walk with you, it was interesting. I hope you’ll be okay.” you offered, and since he didn’t respond, you gave him a smile and turned to leave.

“I’m not a good man, exactly. But I do know how to treat a partner, and I’d be happy to show you that, once I’m all stitched up. If you’d like me to.”

But his hand caught your upper arm and strongly pulled you back and around, until you had to put your hands up to catch yourself against his chest. At which point he took full advantage of your loss of balance and general confusion, to gently steady your neck and press his lips to yours.

And when you didn’t pull back, he kept going, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you in earnest, and he was damn good at it too.

When he eventually pulled back, you were breathless, and still just as confused. How could you already miss the confident dance of his tongue against yours, his plump lips skilfully guiding you into the heavens of all kissing.

He kept holding you close, so close that his nose brushed your cheek with each breath, which were just as strained as yours.

And when he spoke, his voice was a deep husky whisper that gave you goosebumps.

“I have no doubt that I’d enjoy that. The problem is that I think I’d enjoy it a little too much.”

While that did sound wonderful, it wasn’t what you were looking for, and even through the confusion and arousal you knew that this wouldn’t end the way you wanted it to.

You sighed unhappily and pushed a little against his chest and he loosened his hold around you.

“And that’s a bad thing?” he asked, still with that seductively husky voice.

“It will be. When I wanna see you again and you’re busy. When I wanna have dinner and you’re hanging out with ‘the guys’. When I wanna go to the movies and it’s not the movie you wanna see, or when you decide I’m too intense or too clingy or too sensitive.

I’ve heard it all and I’ve tried it all before and I don’t wanna do it again. So, let’s just part ways here while I can still remember you as that one man that wasn’t an ass.”

You almost took it all back when you saw a deep sadness settle into the lines around his eyes. But then he slowly let you go, and took a step back, and you suddenly felt so alone that you had to quell the urge to dive back into his arms.

He offered you a crooked half-smile and a nod, and then he walked inside and that was it.

“Hey there, gorgeous. Can I help you?” you said to the animal, while letting it smell your hand.

The mysterious Pero remained something positive to you, though. You thought about him often, wondering what he was doing, who he really was and why the park reminded him of home.

You dreamt about his kisses sometimes, and fantasized about other things too, and by spring, you couldn’t think about him at all without smiling to yourself.

You kept walking in the park, hoping to spot him from a distance someday, just to know he was doing okay, but even well into June you still hadn’t seen so much as a shadow of him.

And then one day, a German Shepard approached you while you were having a little solo picnic, and even though this one looked healthy and well-fed and was behaving calmly and curiously, of course that instantly brought it all back.

You chuckled at the memory of cocoa flying everywhere and the truly stupid idea of coercing a dangerous looking stranger to be your date. But in fairness, it had been intended as somewhat of a punishment, more than a date.

“She wanted to apologize.”

“For last time. She was being an idiot, and she just wanted you to know that she’s really sorry about that and to ask if maybe you could start over?” he said, a small smile playing around his eyes as they met yours.

The voice – that fucking voice – came from behind you and you gasped quietly as he walked into view, wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt and looking sexier than any man had a right to when simply strolling through a park.

He kneeled next to the dog and petted it affectionately, although there was still something worrisome in his features. Something nervous maybe.

“Oh… is this… is it really the same dog?” you answered, bewildered by the apparent complete shift in behaviour.

“I’ve missed you, Pero.”

“It’s her. I walked around here every day after meeting you, hoping our paths would cross again, and instead, I found her. Nearly dead from the cold and emaciation, so I took her home and took care of her, and it wasn’t long before whatever initial training she must’ve had started coming back. So, for the past few weeks, we’ve been looking for you together.”

He looked happier than you remembered him. More at ease, like something heavy had been lifted off his shoulders. And despite the ever-present worry, he looked at you as though you were the treasure at the end of the rainbow.

Ordinarily, that would’ve made you lean away, but this was the one guy that wasn’t an ass, and just seeing him again was making you unreasonably delighted.

His smile blossomed and he sat down next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. But the smile was replaced by something deeper, less giddy and more significant, when he spoke next.

“I wanna have dinner with you every night, I don’t have any ‘guys’, I wanna watch every movie with you, and I’m hoping to learn just how clingy and intense and sensitive you are.” he offered, and you were genuinely stunned.

“I can’t believe you remember all that.”

“I’ve regretted every moment from the one when I turned away from you. I’ve recited those words every day like prayers, trying to will you into my path once more. I never would’ve forgiven myself if I’d never found you again.”

THE END

There was just enough fear in his voice for you to know that he meant it. That the worry you saw in him was the fear of rejection. And you already loved him for that alone. For the notion that he had something, or perhaps even everything, to lose here, just like you.

You turned your head and kissed him, too emotional to say anything more, and he responded in kind.

This man that you’d spent just ninety minutes with, months ago, had somehow managed to fill every chamber of your heart in his subsequent absence, and you couldn’t understand how the hell that had happened. You didn’t even know him.

But then you remembered that love had never been the problem.

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