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Pairing: Pero Tovar x Plus Size Fem!Reader Rating: M (Implied smutty fantasies, blood and violence) Word Count: 2.4k Prompt: Soft - Pero Tovar

Potential Warnings: Mentions of fighting, briefly mentioned harassment, Pero has very not safe for work fantasies that are skimmed over

Notes: This is my contribution to The 12 Days of Beecastle by @nothoughtsjustmeds to pay homage to the lovely and amazing @beecastle for being so sweet and lovely and a really great part of the PPCU comunity.

This is a Modern AU where Pero is an Underground Fighter, no scar (which is why I used a Zach GIF), and I am open to asks about these two or this little world of theirs.

His blurry vision made it nearly impossible to climb the stairs of the apartment building, hood pulled over his head as low as it would hang to hide the marks and swelling from curious neighbors, and his steps were clumsy as he reached his landing; to the point that his knee buckled when he stepped on it wrong, making him stagger and very nearly ram his face into one of the thick metal doors.

Instead, his hands slapped onto the surface flat, to catch himself, and Pero very nearly screamed a curse to any God that might be listening when he realized it wasn’t even his door. It took every bit of grace to not fall on his ass when he reeled back a step, then two, before he hurried to try and get into his own space before she came seeking the source of the noise.

His keys slipped right out of his shaking hands though, landing with a thud on the hideous dark green carpet, and the door behind him slid open.

“Hello- oh! Pero, you’re back very early tonight.” His jaw tightened, teeth clenched to avoid making her face the brunt of his self-inflicted anger, and he used his door as a balance to bend down and get his keys off the ground. He just knew that if he looked at her it would be over, she’d see the hideous discoloration on his skin and the swelling indicative of his job.

His very illegal job, at that.

He had some regrets for not taking Oberyn up on his offer for a ride to the man’s private physician to sleep off his injuries where he’d be asked less questions. But Pero didn’t trust strangers easy, he had been hurt more for less, and wanted to recover somewhere he felt safe. She made a noise of concern when he nearly buckled getting back up and Pero’s heart lurched at the sight of something, someone’s hand, in his peripheral.

Instinct won over self-control, snatching her hand before she could touch him and immediately letting go before he did something he would regret for the rest of his life, and instead of backing off she pressed on like he hadn’t just proven that he could do serious damage to her based on his reaction time alone.

Pero flinched at the softness in her voice as she whispered his name, trying -and failing- to get his key into the damn door from how badly blurred his vision was.

When he finally turned his head to look at her the sympathy in her expression left him unable to fight it, the way she held her hand out to his, she looked so damn pretty in her flour covered apron with a smudge of it sitting high on her cheekbone and on her nose, and he slipped his keys into her hand and watched her open the door to his place with ease.

“Can I- do you have a first aid kit? Pero?”

He didn’t deserve her kindness, her care, he was only good at breaking things like her. Something soft and delicate, gentle in a way he could never hope to be, was destined for destruction and ruin in his hands.

“Sí.”

But God did he want to just be around her for a little bit longer.

She followed him inside and Pero wondered what she thought of his sparse apartment, the couch was a ratty old thing he’d gotten off the curb and instead of a dining table he had his gym equipment in that space for when he wanted to weight train at home. He had two barstools that didn’t match at the counter between the kitchen and living room, both of which came from places he’d gotten kicked out of, and the best thing in his whole place was the lumpy full-size bed tucked away in the bedroom.

But she didn’t say anything about it, sitting him on the couch and returning with the white box; it needed to be restocked soon, he had less gauze and antiseptic than he thought, and his head hung a little in shame at the fact that she could see just how often he had to resort to using this kit of his.

Pero wondered if she was starting to finally wise up and have some fear of him or his life.

He would never forget his first day in this place, taking out his trash from the few boxes he had with him, when he’d found her being hassled by two men from another building that happened to share the dumpster. They hadn’t been so brave at his arrival, when he’d tossed his things into the recycling bin and put himself between her and the bastards with a threatening silence, and finding out she lived right next to him had been a happy coincidence on her part since he could escort her to her door without having to go too far out of his way.

Even now he insisted she let him be the one to take her trash out to the dumpster, regardless of how “uptown” this place was, and in return she would give him pastries and savory breads. The experiments, she’d confessed almost conspiratorially when she’d made a chorizo cheese braid, and he wasn’t going to tell her that he struggled not to just eat everything in one sitting.

“You should really restock this thing, if you’re going to keep coming back all beat up.”

His eyes lifted to her face, the almost sheepish look she wore was so fucking pretty, and Pero’s brain finally caught up with what she’d said.

“You have seen me like this before?”

He watched her bite her lower lip in a guilty fashion, wanting to stop her and press his thumb into that plush skin instead.

“Mhm, I had a loaf of bread for you and heard you come in so I planned to give it to you before you went to bed but- you were in pretty bad shape when I looked through the peephole and you seemed… dangerous. I was worried but also, well-“ she stopped herself before sighing and Pero had a feeling he knew what she would say next. “I was scared. What if whoever hurt you ended up coming into the building after you? I thought you were attacked, or mugged, until the second or third time I saw you all bruised up. At that time, I hadn’t wanted to keep you in the open, just in case you were followed.”

“You haven’t told anyone, have you?”

He watched her head shoot up, eyes round in shock, hands immediately raising as she shook her head rapidly; as if the more rapid and wild her motions were, the more sincere she could come across. Pero was ignoring the fact that she’d worried about him that first incident, that she had wanted to protect him, he just couldn’t handle that right now.

“Of course I didn’t, Pero, I wouldn’t- I don’t know what you do and I wasn’t going to make any assumptions of you when you’ve been so kind to me.”

His heart ached at her confession, at her belief that his pride was kindness, but he couldn’t find it in him to correct her. Pero wanted her to think good of him, he wanted to try not to ruin her the way he did everything else that was soft and gentle, and he captured her hands in his as lightly as he could.

“Gracias, I will re-stock when the bruising isn’t as noticeable.”

“I could- I could go and get what you need, that way you have it on hand.”

Pero was about to argue, to fight her on this choice, but stopped himself from doing so at the determination in her expression. He didn’t get it at all, she should be fucking scared of him or worried he would hurt her.

“Why do you want to help me?”

“You’re kind to me, Pero, you protected me when nobody else did. I appreciate you and I want- I don’t like seeing you hurt and now knowing how much of this stuff you go through? I don’t know what you do and it’s not really my business but you don’t have to deal with it alone, okay?”

Those earnest eyes, wide and sweet, lips pulled down in a slight pout… he was lost to her gentle care as he nodded once and leaned his forehead down to rest against hers. He could let himself be her friend, her protector, and that would be enough. The soft press of her fingers smearing antiseptic on the very slight cuts, the ones that wouldn’t need bandages, was featherlight and so different to what he was used to.

All while she chattered about her day, about the customers at the bakery who insisted on leaving tips or the man that came in once a day and would ask her on a date each time despite her refusing constantly, and Pero hoped she didn’t notice the way his jaw clenched so he didn’t say something stupid.

His resolve about being her friend was shattering as quickly as he decided it, wanting to go to her work like an overprotective boyfriend to assess the competition. He couldn’t no matter how much he fucking wanted to.

When the last cut was cleaned, after she used one of his spare washcloths to get the blood and sweat from his face, Pero finally looked at her only to feel exposed and vulnerable at the open kindness in her eyes. He reached up and brushed away the flour smear from her nose, to distract himself, and her confusion turned into a giggle that made his heart clench.

He wanted to know if her lips were as soft as they looked, to find out if the smell of vanilla that lingered around her was a result of her baking or if she always smelled that way, but he couldn’t allow himself to find out. She deserved better than a man that could hardly read and earned his money in an illegal fighting circuit.

“Pero?” He felt his chest squeeze again, he’d been leaning up closer to her mouth as he stared at her this whole time, and he intended to back off until her breath was so close that it puffed against his lips. “Are you going to stare at me or kiss me?” His brain hadn’t quite caught up with the question but his body had, lips slanting to seal against hers, and he was right that they were so soft and sweet like the treats she made at home.

It was the first breath of air after being underwater too long, it was the spring sunshine breaking through winter’s lingering chill, it was water after walking through a desert for days. It was too much but not enough and Pero continued to ignore all the things telling him this was a bad idea, ignored all his worries and doubts, because he was right to believe that he couldn’t stop.

Now that she’d opened that door he was all but plowing through the threshold, pulling her against him to straddle his lap -she tried to fight him on that but he didn’t give her the chance because he wanted her to be as close to him as possible- as he tilted his head to slide his tongue past the seam of her lips; she yielded to him, a breathy little sound escaping her as her lips parted willingly and her tongue brushed against his.

He pulled back like he’d been struck to look at her, take in the expression of affection on her face, and even though it was a bad idea he was a greedy man.

“You want this? You want me?”

“I’ve been trying to flirt with you for weeks now, I don’t just give away things to everyone.”

The petulant look on her face made him smirk before his head tilted.

“I thought those were experiments?”

Watching her cheeks puff up as she was caught in her little white lie made him chuckle, until it really dawned on him that she’d made all those delicious little breads and pastries for him, and Pero cupped her face in his hands as if she were something fragile. He was trembling with restraint and the ache in his muscles, in the swelling on his face, began to truly set in with each little bit of time that passed.

“Thank you, I am sorry for not noticing sooner.”

“You can make it up to me by coming to mine whenever you’re coming home like this, I’ll keep my first aid kit more than stocked up.”

He wanted to argue but Pero was feeling too exposed and needed reprieve from the overwhelming softness she was practically pushing on him right now.

“Are you going to dress up like a nurse too?”

The lewd suggestion made her fluster and Pero was about to apologize, not wanting to push too far too soon, but she interrupted him with a tug on his stretched shirt collar.

“Maybe I will, if it means you’ll actually sit still and let me take care of you. If you- if you like that sort of thing I mean.”

It was his turn to fluster, his mind creating the image of her in the skintight mini-dress costume, and Pero captured her mouth in another kiss to silence the conversation before he could lose all semblance of self-control. His brain stopped him though, cutting through the desire with the blaring sirens of the implication of her words, the way she was trying to get off his lap.

He grabbed her waist, the skin and curves yielding to his hold, settling her back and bringing one hand back to hold her chin in place.

“You are beautiful, I know it’s hard for you to believe that with how many people try to tell you otherwise but it is true.” Pero could hardly care where her skin overlapped, where her clothes bunched or hung loose or even hugged tightly, none of that mattered to him and watching her eyes well up made him determined to prove to her that she was gorgeous and perfect and the one he wanted.

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nerdieforpedro · 8 months

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For your satisfaction Señora

Part One: Do you know what you want Señora?

Modern day Pero Tovar x plus size female OC

Fanfiction 18+ read the warnings!

Masterlist / Pero Tovar Masterlist

Summary: Cereza has an issue with her husband. He is alive. She plans to ask Tovar to help her with this delicate issue. Tovar finds that this works in his favor.

Warnings: planning a murder (I don't recommend it), harassment (Tovar and his questions), masturbation (male and female solos), mentions of sex work, violence, intimidation, stalking/voyerism (Tovar be messy), dismemberment

Notes: I couldn't think of a good name for the Dame so it is what it is. Not sure how many parts this will be, maybe three? I have a new appreciation for Pero Tovar. Let's see it together. 😎

“You can have a night for free you know; you’ve worked with me long enough Cereza.”

“I know he won’t do a night for free, Dame Chanel please arrange it for me. It needs to be more of a client thing, as much as it can be.”

She sighed; she didn’t want to pay such an outrageous price for one night with the man, but she knew him well. He would not tell her what she needed to know otherwise. She knew about her husband’s cheating ways; she has for years. The issue was that apparently now he wanted to leave her, and she would have to pay alimony. Cereza knew she would not only have to pay to talk to the man who could solve her issue, she would have to pay him to solve the issue separately.

“I’m surprised he won’t entertain a conversation with you. You’re the only handler he prefers to get his jobs through. He normally berates the others or doesn’t answer their calls despite being highly requested.”

“The man wouldn’t need a handler if he knew how to speak to the clients himself, he has no filter and is much too blunt. How is it that he…” Cereza struggled to form the words, not all the jobs were assassinations, threats, or bodyguard work, some were from women who wanted an escort. She could not picture that barbarian of a man be accommodating toward any woman unless he was getting an obscene amount of money. Nothing else seemed to interest him save for a friend he had mentioned, never by name. He sounded like a decent sort, how did he ever get to know Tovar?

“It doesn’t matter, just please set it up Ma’am.” Cereza left the Dame’s office, she could get a meeting with him sure, but how exactly would she ask him, how could this be pulled off so she could be eliminated as a suspect? Once at her office she sighed, if he would just play his role and be a proper trophy husband, things would be fine. She was even getting to the point she was fine masturbating and getting herself off, but to know that man not only had the gall to cheat on her, but he was also getting her hard-earned money after continuing his ‘graphic design’ career where he only had a few jobs a month and those she had to push him to take instead of being around the house all day. It pissed her off to no end and that’s clearly motive.

“I should have never gotten married. I thought he understood what I needed. I just needed him to be there. He used to be.”

Tovar was a man about his money. Do not mess with his money, get in the way of him making money and damn sure do not try to take any of his money. He was not above killing, maiming, threatening, fucking and whatever else was required for him to maintain his secure condo and sizable bank account. He and his friend William had gotten into this jack of all trades work together early in their twenties, but now that Tovar was in his mid-forties, he had only slowed down a little. William on the other hand, limited his jobs to bodyguard work, escorts with no happy endings and an assassination here or there. Will had married, settled down and had children. Other people to provide and care for. Tovar was happy for his friend but never saw the point in sharing his wealth or investing in anyone other than himself. You couldn’t guarantee a return on another person. He had found that with most of his handlers, they were always trying to get him to network and talk to people, Tovar felt it was unnecessary.

The only handler that seemed to understand business was business was Cereza or ‘Señora’ (Ma’am) he often called her. He knew she was married given the ring on her finger but not much more then that. She did not waste his time, was straightforward and he appreciated that. No meeting after things were finished with clients or dinners where jobs were not discussed. It did cause him to wonder, why she had no pictures of her husband on anyone in her office, other handlers had at least a few. Was she an island like himself, adrift in life with no one tethering them to the mainland? After two months of working with her he decided to bring it up in one of the many conversations in Señora’s office:

“The target was eliminated easily. I brought the proof the client asked for.” Tovar placed a wooden box on Cereza’s desk. She looked up at him and reached into one of her desk drawers, pulling out blue nitrile gloves and donned them. She opened the box to see a man’s foot cut clean at the ankle, she picked it up and examined it. Setting it back down, she threw her gloves in the trash and used some hand sanitizer.

“I’ll take it from here. The requested item is in excellent condition. They’ll likely give you a bonus for that. That’s all Tovar.” She told him curtly. It was to dismiss him; she knew he didn’t like being in her office any more than he had to. Tovar nodded but did not leave, instead he was direct.

“Why don’t you have any pictures of anyone Señora? Like your husband.” He asked his head nodding in the direction of her left hand that wore her gold wedding ring. She used her thumb to roll it on her finger, her soft palms started to perspire. The woman studied his face, looking for any reason he may be asking this, there was none that she could see. His face remained the same as when he put the foot on her desk. A slight scowl but otherwise blank.

“It’s not like you to pry Tovar. What’s brought this about?” She asked confused. This was new. She did not like it. She had come to know what to expect from him, Tovar was predicable unlike her husband.

Tovar shrugged, “I was curious. Do you really have a husband? Do you like being called Señora? Is it a kink for you?” He asked, half-joking, though it may be why she did wear the ring. Women were slightly less likely to be pursed if there was a wedding ring.

Cereza rolled her eyes. Of course, he’s messing with her, this is a new angle though. Usually, he would ask why she always wears pants and never skirts, even when it’s warm. She had told him then it was because of her legs, though not in detail. It was true, but only because she didn’t feel like having her thighs rub together all day in and out of the office, plus she hadn’t really had any reason to wear dresses seeing that her husband didn’t care if she wore them or not. He was still meeting with his mistress. Why be uncomfortable for something that’s not going happen? “No, it is not a kink. Yes, I do have a husband. Please go Tovar.” She stood and walked to the door, opening it for him as she rubbed her temple, she felt a headache coming on.

“Señora, you seemed stressed. Maybe your esposo (husband) isn’t caring for you properly? Take something for that headache, would you? I’ll ask you again about you and your husband.” Tovar smiled, stopping to tap her shoulder being leaving. Cereza sat back down until her headache subsided slightly and she felt well enough to drink, she downed some ibuprofen she had in her desk and secured the foot in her office safe for delivery tomorrow. “Maybe he’s starting something because he wants a new handler, fine by me.”

In the subsequent months, Tovar would ask occasionally about Señora’s husband to which she would either ignore the questions completely or just tell Tovar that her husband is just fine. He was enjoying seeing her frustrated by his questions, she was normally stoic, so this was fun, having her slightly flustered to where he would only see. Tovar was an intelligent man despite most thinking he was the opposite given his imposing appearance. He was tall, had dark hair, cut close to his ears, the curls snaked near the tops of his ears. He had a scar over his left eye that divided that eyebrow in two. His jawline was peppered with a light beard that didn’t match the thick mustache under his nose. His face was normally neutral unless he was angry or annoyed. The assassin was enjoying himself, until one day she asked if he wanted a new handler.

“Wait, Señora what do you mean?” His eyes wide. Cereza shook her head and crossed her arms in front of her chest, they were waiting for their client to show up to a restaurant to discuss an escort job. The pair usually arrived ten minutes earlier to scope out the place and review the client’s file.

“After these next few jobs, I think you should have a new handler. One you can discuss matters with. I’m not one for discussing my personal life and you keep asking. I thought you told me you were business only.” Cerza reminded him. She wasn’t wrong, but he had been curious at first, just messing with her. But her responses became more defensive, and her frustration grew, and Tovar had noticed for the second week now she wasn’t wearing her ring. At times when they would discuss jobs, her mind wasn’t focused, she would lose track of what she was talking about and once called a client by the wrong name, the client didn’t hear her because they were too busy complaining about the person, they wanted Tovar to threaten but he noticed as he did most things with Señora. Her hair always in a tight bun at the back of her head, always pants never skirts or dresses. Tovar would give her calves some extra study in the off chance she wore capris, the were large and shapely like the rest of her. Normally in dark colors, almost always black from heat to toe. Small gold studs were in her ears to match the ring that she no longer wore. The only smile he ever saw from her was with a client, never toward him. Señora always frowned with him, even when he joked with her, he thought he may get a pity smile, but she wouldn’t give him that either.

“Señora, I’m actually worried. I was having a bit of fun with you before but these last few months you’ve been different. You also don’t wear your ring anymore.” Tovar took her hand and squeezed her ring finger to prove his point, then let go. “I will stop mentioning your husband, but I will not take another handler. You have adjusted to me, so I shall need to adjust to you.” He nodded and then put a fake smile on his face as he looked behind her. “It looks like our client is here.”

“So, it would seem. Fine, I’ll put it on hold for now.” She answered softly, the warmth of his hand was gone. When was the last time she was touched by a man? She was starved, that’s the only reason for that thought. The client was a woman in her mid-seventies. It turns out, she wanted Tovar to escort her to a black-tie charity event, fine, not like he hadn’t done it before. The client did ask about the happy ending service to which she was quote the price. The older woman looked at Cereza and asked in a hushed tone,

“How am I to know if what I pay for is gonna be any good? Have you slept with him? Do you know big he is below the belt and how well he uses it?” Señora’s entire face flushed, and she felt like she had been doused with hot sauce, her skin burned. She immediately looked at Tovar who had a shit eating grin on his face and took her hand again as he answered for his handler.

“I mean she does have to sample my work from time to time to make sure I’m good enough to be an escort right Señora?” He drew out the senora longer than it needed to be as his thumb ran across the back of her soft hand, pressing into it slightly. Cereza cleared her throat and nodded, pulled out of the trance that she was in.

“Y-Yes. I can guarantee that you will be fully satisfied Ma’am. He is rather generous with his partners and doesn’t stop until they reach completion. At least twice before the main event.” Cereza smiled back and Tovar as he raised an eyebrow, he released Señora’s hand and took both of the client’s hands. The older woman gasped and shook her head.

“I may just do the escort by itself. That actually sounds like too much. I got my hip replaced three years ago, or maybe so. Can I decide later?” The woman scanned Tovar up and down, she maybe should have listened to the doctor when he was talking all that nonsense about vitamin D and calcium.

Cerza shook her head and stated that things needed to be decided now so the client decided on just the escort and said she would revisit the happy ending another time when she felt up to it. The pair walked the woman to her car and Tovar did the same for Cerza. She went to open her door to which he sneered and opened it for her, he stood beside her car door and leaned in after she rolled her window down.

“You sold me pretty hard to that client. Is that what you like Señora? Twice before the main event? I’ll have to remember that.” He smirked. Cereza sighed.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to mention anything anymore.” She countered, picking up her phone to see a missed call from her husband. Further annoyed, she tossed it back in her purse. Tovar turned his head to the side.

“I didn’t mention your husband, only what you said to the client. I’m inferring that to mean he does not, especially the way you tossed your phone.” He pointed. “Maybe you should try me out. I make a point not to with those I work with, but I feel you’re different Señora. You need some tending to don’t you?” Cerza closed her eyes. She just needed to turn the keys, drive away, but here she was listening to this man propositioning her. Sure, all of the women who Tovar pleasured were paying for it and likely told him their preferences, but they were also starved for affection like her. It’s why they sought-out escorts, for the sex obviously but companionship as well, having someone warm next to you instead of a cold bed at home.

“No. It’s business, all business. You leave this shit right here. I may be…dammit.” She had almost told him in her frustration. The manipulative bastard was getting to her. She turned her keys and started her car. “Move Tovar. I need to sleep on it and decide if you’re going to have a new handler come tomorrow.” Tovar backed up and put his hands in his pockets still smiling, he knew she had thought about it and that’s why she got mad. He wasn’t getting a new handler tomorrow. Tovar then decided on a new project, he would back off his handler a bit, she did seem high-strung now. He needed to know why and for that, he would need to find out about her husband.

Cerza went home to a dark house. That man was out again, maybe with the mistress she knew of it could with someone else or he could be just out. It didn’t matter. Tonight made her angry in so many ways. Sure, they secured the client and Tovar would do his job as he always did fine. But why should she be annoyed at work and at home? At home she understood because her husband was MIA but at work as well? Where was she questioned about said husband all the time? And now this asshole had the stones to be asking about her preferences in bed? Had Cereza not been the one to set up the initial meeting with the client, she would have thought that Tovar had talk that old woman into bring up his performance.

Honestly…. She wearily removed her clothes, not caring that she was dropping them in her living room, fully naked and walking around her house. She had more time to do this since her husband was out and came to like it over the years. She chuckled thinking of the few times he had come home, and she was naked, and he averted his eyes, embarrassed. She asked him why he was embarrassed to look at his own wife, he used to be following her around the house, craving her, stalking her, but now…none of that. Instead, it was a man who she wasn’t sure if he was just mocking the frustration he read on her. The handler could never tell if Tovar was serious of not, part of his job was to act like he liked all those women, she could well be one more he was pretending with.

She looked down at her left hand, the first day she really had forgotten to wear it, she washed her hands after using the bathroom before driving into work. She removed it to dry under it lest it get itchy later in the day. It wasn’t until she had been at the office for a few hours that she noticed it wasn’t on. When she came home, it was on the bathroom counter. She put it on but then later took it off before getting in the shower and left it off. One day turned into three, that turned into a week, then two, why did he of all people have to notice?

“Well of course he would, I see him most days, unlike my own damn husband.”

Tovar followed Señora’s car to her home. He only noted one car, so he assumed her husband was likely not home. He thought it was odd and earlier she seemed pissed that her husband was calling her. It appeared their relationship was bad; he just didn’t know how poor it really was. He would come back another day, for now, he knew where she lived, he could look the rest up, however, he did not expect to see a naked woman in the living room. He was too far away to make out details thought he desperately wanted to, but he was sure it was Señora, he guessed she was just in her own head as she always was lately, stark naked with her hand on the window almost like she was trying to go through it. Her generous curves had always intrigued Tovar, she looked soft, but he knew he would be able to bend her, stretch her, run his hands over her soft belly, breasts, thighs, and arms, finally be able to hear her scream Tovar in a sensual manner and not an angry one. He found her sexy while she was fuming too though.

To have a woman like that so pissed that she wouldn’t answer the phone from her own husband, Tovar chuckled. He recalled a day when he was his way to her office, and he overheard a conversation between a male client and Señora. She was reviewing escorts for some holiday party and apparently none of the available women met his standards, though he stupidly told Señora that he would like to see her out of her suit and in a dress with his arm around her. He would pay the double what he planned to pay the escort. Tovar came closer to the door so intervene, but Señora had pulled a knife and was holding it to his throat, a red line dripped down his neck. The man left and later was rumored to have paid a large sum for improper conduct. Tovar had held onto the wall that day as he hardened from the sight. He needed to catch himself though, because after the man left, Señora wiped off her knife and turned to him, asking him if he was here for his next job.

Tovar might even be able to have her say his first name in exchange for tasting her wet core as he made her climax twice times before entering her to have her devour his cock.

“As the lady wants...” A zipper cut through the night air and the jangle of a belt buckle becoming undone as he removed his engorged member felt the chill of the air on it, he groaned as he watched her at the window. He wondered how many nights she stood at the window like that, would he be able to see her tomorrow if he came back? He spat in his hand and held his shaft, circling his thumb over the head of his cock. Tovar wondered how many times she was alone like this, without her husband. It seemed ridiculous leaving her alone, a soft sigh left his lips, leaning back into the driver’s seat as he looked up at her, when did this longing start exactly? Only when he started asking about her husband or prior to that? Maybe it was the affinity he felt toward her no-nonsense business sense. His hand began to work up and down, matching his thirst for her, “I could bury myself in you Señora, fuck, you wouldn’t be able to get rid of me…” He exhaled after another groan, biting his own lips as he felt himself start to let go, envisioning her body covered with a thin sheen of sweat below him. He would kiss her and wrap himself around her as he lay beside her, touching her shoulder and neck with his lips. He would finally take her hair out of the little bun she always wore, it would expand from their amorous pursuits and he run his fingers through her hair, feeling her simply breathe next to him as she slept. Tovar quickly grabbed a tissue out of the cup holder and gave himself half a dozen more pumps before releasing into the napkin. Peering back up at Señora’s home, he questioned if he was losing his mind. Smiling to himself, he knew that it was gone long ago, otherwise he wouldn’t be in such a hidden business that required go-betweens. Tovar knew he would have to approach this carefully. His hand would have to do outside of escort work, for now.

Señora was not aware Tovar saw her. She had absent-mindly gone to gaze at the moon. Feeling cold, she made her way up her shower and washed, using her favorite body was that smelled of vanilla figs. The last part of her night was to get out her wand and use it to stimulate herself though a disturbing trend was occurring, at least to her. It had been more difficult to climax on her own, so she began watching some porn, but it didn’t get her going, however, one of the nights shortly after telling Tovar against not to mention her husband, she said his name and felt a spark. She said it again and felt it a bit more.

“Damn Tovar, I can’t escape him even here…Ahh…” A moan left her as she thought of him, leaning over her desk, interrogating her about her husband. The image made her angry, but she started picturing him touching her hand, placing his hand on her forehead. He had large hands, calloused from bodyguard work and assassinations, but gentle with her.

“Señora, your husband no longer knows what you like. Tell me so I can do it for you. Tell me what you need.”

“Relax Señora, sit here on your desk. You’ll forget about everything. I’ll make sure of it.”

“How many fingers do you want Señora? You want me to cum on your face or breasts? Spread yourself for me. I want to see you unravel for me. Is your pussy as tight as your hair bun?”

Cerzea, fingers rolled her nipples and tugged on them while her thighs trapped the vibrating want between them, hips attempting to ride it, the wetter she became.

“Your husband can’t make you drip like this can he? Cry out my name and I’ll give you more Señora. I can bend you over the desk and fill you to the brim.”

Her moans became louder, bordering on screams, she said his name, “P-Pero…yes, fill me Pero. Spread me on…Ugh.. the desk and ruin my pussy…Pero…Pero please…Ahhh!!” Cereza screamed as her heat peaked, arching her back, the waves crashed over her as she continued to whisper his name.

“Pero…Pero…Pero, Pero.” She fell asleep across the bed, her headache non-existent, replaced with guilt for thinking Pero Tovar as she pleasured herself. Her hands covered her face, groaning at what she had done, again. She hated what she was doing, yet she hadn’t stopped these past months. Tonight, had made it worse, he actually said words similar to what she longed to hear in her office. For Tovar to ask her what she wanted and to give it to her without further questions or expectations.

“I’m going insane. Maybe I should fly away somewhere. I need to not see him. Maybe I can find Pero an overseas assignment.” Cereza paused. She just said his first name aloud. “It’s so loathsome. That man’s name should not be that cute.”

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rainontherooftops · 1 year

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Six Wives - Part 1 of ?

Summary: After being honorably discharged, Pero Tovar moved to London where his old friend got him a job as a security guard. His new job? Guarding the ladies of he Muscial “Six”. And one of the Queen Bees on stage might just be what the doctor ordered to get the grumpy ex-military man out of his shell.

Fandom: The Great Wall - Pedro Pascal as PERO TOVAR Genre: Modern! AU, Romance, Colleagues to Friends to Lovers, Drama Pairing: Modern! Pero Tovar x plus size reader Triggers (Chapter): Mentions of War, Gunshotwounds Rating Chapter: All Ages Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTER PERO TOVAR or THE RIGHTS TO THE MUSCIAL "SIX". THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION FOR PRIVATE ENTERTAINMENT ONLY.

Song used in this chapter: EX-WIVES - SIX Muscial

Pero did not often thank the gods. In fact, he didn’t really believe in a god – or gods for that matter.

But he was thankful for Will, his old friend, who had gotten him a job after his honorable discharge from the army.

He had no attachments anywhere in the world, so he could have moved anywhere – but London it turned out to be. While he had still been pointing guns at soldiers and innocents alike in the warzones of the world, Will had founded his own security firm and had invited Pero to come work for him.

That was three months ago, four months after a bullet to the gut had ended his career.

London’s West End was like a warzone in a lot of ways. Chaos, loud noises, people all around – and emotions that could boil up at any minute due to the shows that were showing.

People were leaving the theatres crying, laughing, with broken hearts or just starstruck.

No wonder Will thought that guarding the ladies of one of the shows would be a job fit for him.

Today he was just here to watch a rehearsal and get to know the team, get introduced by the director to the rest of the crew. And to get a lay of the land a.k.a. the theatre.

It was still early afternoon when he got off the tube at Leicester Square station. The people of London were buzzing about like busy bees, either going or coming for work, looking for a drink or eager to get home or see a show.

“Stage Door, Stage Door”, Pero mumbled, holding a hand drawn map from Will in his hand, trying to find the right alley to turn into. It took him a while to find the right one until he found the right door; only to find it locked.

Taking a few steps back and looking for a bell or some kind of knocker, he didn’t look where he was going – and promptly had someone knock into his back.

“Eeep!”

He turned around, alarmed, to see that a woman only half his size was sitting on her butt, looking up at him.

She was wearing a pair of black trainers, a green pair of leggings, a hoodie and carried a gym bag and a purse. The screeching-pink headphones she had worn had slipped off one of her ears. She had some healthy meat on her ribs and thankfully didn’t seem to be hurt.

“Sorry”, he grumbled, holding out his hand. “You okay?”

Typical. First day on the job and he had already knocked someone down.

“ ‘m fine…”, the woman said, accepting his hand letting him pull her up. “I wasn’t watching where I was going. Late for practice.”

Just then the Stage Door opened and the stage manager, who Pero knew from a video call, peeked his head out.

“Thought I heard a ruckus out here. Mr. Tovar! You’re here!”

Pero only nodded.

“Wife number Five, the others are waiting. Chop chop, off to practice.”

The woman excused herself and ran into the building to join the cast he was soon to guard.

It took about an hour for the Stage Manager to show him around the theatre, show him all the emergency exits, the staff rooms, the workshops and his own room where he would be able to put his gear.

“All that’s left”, said the manager – Gary – as he showed Pero through another door, “is to meet the ladies. They should be up for a break soon.”

They were standing in the lobby of the theatre and Pero could hear music coming from the stage behind the wooden doors to the auditorium.

Gary put a finger to his lips to bid him to be quiet and follow him. As soon as he pushed the doors open, the voices and the booming voices of six women, singing their hearts and lungs out.

Welcome to the show, to the histo-remix Switching up the flow, as we add the prefix Everybody knows that we used to be six wives

Raising up the roof, 'til we hit the ceiling Get ready for the truth that we'll be revealing Everybody knows that we used to be six wives But now we're ex-wives

The music was not to Pero’s liking. Too much… he couldn’t even explain it. Techno-y? Pop-y? But for some reason the lyrics were catching his attention and sticking with him. The harmony and melody of the six women on stage was mesmerizing.

They were dancing and singing in work-out clothes and hand-microphones, going through a dance routine.

Gary stopped walking and started watching.

“Her you already know, I think..:”, he whispered, as the woman who had bumped into him took up the microphone to sing her solo part.

Prick up your ears, I'm the Katherine who lost her head For my promiscuity outside of wed Lock up your husbands, lock up your sons K Howard is here, and the fun's begun

Pero knew that the show was about the six wives of Henry VIII – but not that it would be so flashy, colorful and modern.

He didn’t know what to think. But he had read some of the reviews on the internet to prepare – and apparently SIX was popular.

The song continued and the six ex-wives of Henry told everyone about their lament, while having a blast on stage. Pero was astounded that his heartbeat was adjusting to the beat of the music and the women singing.

Intriguing.

His gaze stuck with the woman he had met at the Stage Door – Wife Number Five – and he wondered where the sheer volume and power of her voice was hiding in her body. She was booming. They all were.

Pero himself didn’t have a single musical bone in his body, but even he could hear that the ladies were extremely talented.

I bet you wanna know how I got this far I said, I bet you wanna know how I got this far

Do you wanna know how we got this far?

Pero realized that – as the lyrics said – the six Queen Bees on stages were now his to protect. And he would do anything in his power to do so.

AN: Welcome to my AU! Pero fic. Sit back and enjoy the show!

#pedro pascal #pero tovar #modern! AU #pedro pascal fanfiction #pero tovar fanfiction #six the musical #pero tovar x reader #plus size reader #modern pero x reader

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artemiseamoon · 1 year

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Preview: The Barmaid & The Spaniard chapter 2

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Before your mind could wonder any further, the sound of horse's hooves in the distance pulls you back to the present. It's such a distinct sound against the cobblestone streets. Though you can't see too far in the distance due to the fog, a feeling of excitement washes over you for whatever is approaching.

A group of four men on horses breaks through the fog and one immediately captures your attention. He's wearing that signature scowl and grumpy expression of his, it's the only time a scowl has ever been sexy to you. Combined with his scar and dark features, it makes him look deliciously dangerous, your desire for him grows deeper.

You're like a huntress watching her prey and at the same time, the moment his dark eyes meet yours, you feel equally hunted by him. If you have your way, things could get interesting later. It's clear this man is anything but submissive and neither are you. Though, you wouldn't mind pretending for a night with him in your bed. He seems like a rough lover, the intense type, the blow your back out kind of lover and that's exactly what you need right now.

As the group of men near, clearly visible now, you catch the stable boy, Sam, coming up on your left side. Ahead, the Spaniards expression seems unchanged except for an almost hidden glint in his eyes at the sight of you. It brings a smile to your lips, he's as happy to see you as you are him.

Leaning against the wall, you cross your arms strategically under your breasts, you know how good you look in this bodice, and his eyes go straight there, just as you knew they would.

"Back again? You guys missed me that much?" You ask teasingly.

The guys come to a stop. The blonde on is first to speak,

"The foods good, and Pero insisted."

His words quickly gain him a kick in the leg by the Spaniard, followed by a grumbled curse under his breath. The other guys laugh, Pero is not amused.

"I just want food." He insists.

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#Pero Tovar #pero tovar x plus size f reader #fic: the barmaid & the spaniard

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wild-karrde · 2 years

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I will just move to the next haha.

@ezrasbirdie with Stay Close ( part V ). This story is not from Star Wars, it is about Pero Tovar, from the Great Wall. It is showing us a modern Pero who is still that grumpy man with a past but it also shows us what happens when he opens his heart to someone again and oh my is it intriguing! https://ezrasbirdie.tumblr.com/post/692967647990677504/stay-close-v-summary-after-retiring-from-a

Listen, I cannot tell you how much I appreciate all your recs this week, so LET'S DO THIS! As an avid Pedro Pascal fan, this film has been on my "to watch" lit for a bit (does everyone do that? Just watch all the films their favorite actor(s) have ever made? Am I weird? Probably). We love a good modern AU featuring a grump that gets his heart softened by someone/reader. Thank you again for all the recs this week!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

#FANDOM FRIDAY #creator appreciation #the great wall #pero tovar #pero tovar x reader #pero tovar x you #fanfiction #fan fic #nsft #lemon #lemony lemon #romance #modern au #plus size reader #pedro pascal

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prolix-yuy · 1 year

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Welcome to a fun little event where you get to ask for all sorts of filth! Spin the Wheel, Pick a Pedro Boy, and Get a Drabble! Bring your jammies, snuggle up in your sleeping bag, charge your favorite toys (just kidding) and come join me for some filthy fun with our favorite boys!

Bangathon requests are closed, thank you all for submitting your ideas!

Complete Bangathon Masterlist:

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x Marcus Pike, Kneeling Reach-Around

Dieter Bravo x F!Reader, 69

Pero Tovar x F!Reader, Cowgirl

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x Plus Size F!Reader, 69

Max Phillips x F!Reader, Reverse Cowgirl

Ezra x F!Reader, Spooning

Pero Tovar x F!Reader, Missionary

Francisco "Catfish" Morales x F!Reader, Cowgirl

Din Djarin x F!Reader, 69

Dieter Bravo x F!Reader, Snuggled Spoon

Francisco “Catfish” Morales x F!Wife Reader, Mermaid

Marcus Pike x F!Reader, Kneeling Reach-Around

Oberyn Martell x OFC, Sit on the Throne

Ezra x F!Reader, Advanced Crab Walk

Joel Miller x F!Reader, Blowjob

Javier Peña x F!Reader, Honey Bear

Francisco "Catfish" Morales x F!Reader "Ms Jackson", Seated Oral

Oberyn Martell x OFC, Snuggled Spoon

Ezra x F!Reader, Missionary with a Pillow

Marcus Moreno x F!Reader, Spooning

Dieter Bravo x F!Reader "Murch", Sit on the Throne

Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader, Honey Bear

Joel Miller x F!Reader, Snuggled Spoon

Dieter Bravo x M!Reader, Kneeling Reach-Around

Javier Peña x F!Reader, Octopus

Din Djarin x F!Reader, Sit on the Throne

Dieter Bravo x F!Reader, Honey Bear

Dieter Bravo x F!Reader, Froggy Style

Ezra x F!Reader, Honey Bear

#LJ's Bangathon 2023 #come to sexy sleepaway came with me!#prolix fics #LJ's Bangathon 2023 Masterlist

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osped · 6 months

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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.

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absurdthirst · 5 months

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Halloween Haunts

Halloween based stories with various characters. Ratings and Warnings included in individual stories.

Frankie Morales:

Fangs & Fur {Werewolf!Catfish x F!Reader x Max Phillips}

Moonlight Madness {Werewolf!Catfish x F!Reader x Benny}

I'd Sell My Soul For You {Catfish/Max Phillips x F!Reader}

Pero Tovar:

The Halloween Hit {Pero Tovar x F!Reader}

Marcus Pike:

Halloween Party {Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

Sell My Soul For You {Possessed!Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

The Wolf in the Woods {Werewolf!Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

Max Phillips:

Noaptea Vampirului {Max Phillips x F!Reader}

Dave York:

Ghost of a Lover {Ghost!Dave York x F!Reader}

Halloween Home Intruder {Dave York x F!Reader}

Dieter Bravo:

Crashing the Party {Dieter Bravo x Plus Sized!F!Reader}

#pedro pascal #the mandalorian #pero tovar #marcus moreno #agent whiskey #dieter bravo #max phillips #javier peña #ezra prospect #frankie morales #marcus pike #max lord #zach wellison #tim rockford #javi gutierrez #joel miller #oberyn martell #dave york

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boliv-jenta · 9 months

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9/10/23

Fic recs

With Pleasured Hands Tommy Miller x AFAB reader, Joel Miller x AFAB reader

@magpiepills

Seven Minutes in Heaven (various Pedro boys) @firstofficerwiggles @oonajaeadira @okdeedee

Seven Minutes in Heaven (The Bathroom) Frankie Morales x f!reader

@tieronecrush

You Need to Relax, Sweetheart (18+) Joel Miller x Babysitter!reader (fem) ((with some Tess)) @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Frankie Fic Recs @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Yoga (Agent Whiskey) @heyhilana

My Writing

Part 6 of And It Just Keeps Getting Better

Jack Whiskey Daniels x plus sized f!reader

Riches Beyond Your Wildest Dreams

Pero Tovar x f!reader

Tags: @kirsteng42 @prolix-yuy @thegreenkid2 @hquinzelle @fangirl-316 @gracie7209 @jedifarmerr @doommommy @scorpio-marionette @sturkillerbase @harriedandharassed @aynsleywalker @mswarriorbabe80 @rise-my-angel @adancedivasmom @kinda-nobody @movievillainess721 @munsonownsmyass @mandoloriancookie @faceache111 @elegantduckturtle @manazo @simpingcowboy @pedrit0-pascalit0 @yourcoolauntie @pedrostories @geekrenaissance @its-nebuleuse @sherala007

#joel miller #tommy miller #frankie morales #jack daniels #pero tovar #pedro pascal character fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader #tommy miler x f!reader #frankie morales x f!reader #jack whiskey daniels x f!reader #pero tovar x f!reader #my weekly round up

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nerdieforpedro · 2 months

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Her smile was worth it

Pero Tovar (modern AU) x plus size female reader (La jefa)

Word Count: 1882

Warnings: DARK FIC, mobs and their enforcers, mentions of general violence and graphic violence, mentions and descriptions of torture, descriptions of injuries, solving problems Tovar style, comfort food and tea

Summary: Pero Tovar only has a few people he chooses to interact with willingly. The bookstore owner is one of them. Someone made a very stupid mistake, Tovar will handle it and still have his tea.

Notes: This was written for @iamasaddie ‘s writing challenge 2.0. My color was Mob Enforcer and the prompt was “Hurt/Comfort” and “Who did this to you?” We're longer than a Drabble again, we dribbled quite a bit. Such is Nerdie.

I may have leaned too hard into the ‘hurt portion’ but we’ll see. 👀

Main Masterlist/ Pero Tovar Masterlist/ Writing Challenges

The only good thing about doing collections, was that most of the time, Pero wasn’t using violence. Just intimidation. The shopkeepers knew why he was here and knew the amount they needed to pay to The Family. It’s been the same amount for the past six months, in was raised temporarily for some needed repairs on the club the Valentino family owned. The actual story was that a few of the younger members had been ordered to torture a few members of a rival family and went overboard. The walls, floors and everything needed to be scrubbed.

Tovar’s been with the Valentino family for fifteen years and as one of their premier enforcers for the last seven working his way up from errand boy. His height and broad frame discourage crossing him, and even if someone is dumb enough to do so, they find themselves bloodied, battered and with at least one thing broken.

Today’s last stop for collections was planned and one that Pero normally did by himself. The bookstore owner also functions as the town’s librarian since the town doesn’t have one. It’s a smaller town and to get to a library you must drive two towns over. She normally offers him tea and some type of baked goodies. He wouldn’t admit it, but he’s grown to have a slight sweet tooth. Maybe. Really, he could care less about the sweets, he usually chats up the owner and barrows books. Considering he is collecting money from her, he felt he should pay but she always said no. He got the sense it wasn’t out of fear, she liked knowing his thoughts on different books. At first, he didn’t like the idea of discussing them. The enforcer wasn’t sure if he could really talk about different themes, symbols, characters and the like he often heard people talk about when discussing these books.

La jefa (the boss) as he often greeted her didn’t judge him on his answers or lack of them. He’d talk the best he could about what he read, even if he didn’t understand it all. She listens and sips her tea, then asks him questions to draw more answers out of him. It fustrated him at first. But he grew to enjoy the bi-weekly sit downs with her.

The chime of the bell goes off as he opens the door. The sun is at Pero’s back as he enters the bookstore. He comes early in the afternoon around two. She’s not at the counter, though the shop is listed as open. Calling out for her, she doesn’t answer, and he sucks his teeth. It isn’t like her at all. There’s no tea out either. There are no books that appear out of place and making his way behind the counter, nothing appears to be wrong with the register.

The enforcer goes into the back of the shop, he only knew where the bathroom was back here. He was looking for anything that resembled an office, as he walked down the hallway, there was a sniffle. As he kept going, they got louder. Taking a breath while he stood in front of a door that was slightly ajar, he tried to prepare himself. Maybe it was a bad day, maybe she got a papercut or was reading a sad book or something. Tovar instantly knew none of those were the case when he opened the door.

Sitting behind the desk, her shoulders were slumped, and her hands were covering her face. He saw the scabs on the back of her hands, defensive marks. “Jefa dejame ver. (Boss, let me have a look).” Her sniffles stop for a moment as she shakes her head, turning her body away from him in the swivel chair. His eyes widen at the mark on her neck he spies it when she turns, it looks like it could be from a palm. Moving to her side, Pero places a hand on her shoulder, “I need to see cariño (sweetheart) or just give me a name. Who did this to you?” She finally drops her hands, but she turns her face away.

“I don’t want you to see. The envelope is on the desk Pero. Please.” It is on the table, and he’ll put it in his jacket shortly - it is why he came here in the first place, but he can’t just leave like this. On top of her being one of a small number of people who he wants to be around, it could get around that the protection money the shops pay isn’t worth a damn because you could get beat in your own shop, and nothing will happen to whoever did it.

“Then tell me a name.” It’s sterner this time, but he’s released her shoulder and instead picked up her hand, his thumb tracing the scabs on her knuckles. She’d tried to fight back at least. She’s biting her lips when she finally looks at him, most of the discoloration is on the left side of her face though there’s a cut on her chin and one on her bottom lip. A large bruise is on her chest across her right clavicle, partly covered by her shirt. Pero’s able to keep his face motionless. “Por favor cariño (please sweetheart).” He doesn’t recognize the name she says, but he kisses her forehead and wraps an arm around her. “Gracias (thank you). I’ll be back princesa (princess).”

Pero puts the envelope in his jacket pocket and heads out of the office. “Close the shop now and have the tea ready when I come back. Between eight and nine tonight.” He’s going to be quick about dropping the money off and he’s texted one of his associates with the name she gave. Within fifteen minutes, Pero has a picture to go with the name and a location. Marcello talks way too much, but he’s the best Tovar knows at tracking people.

Pero finds this man himself and tells Marcello to tell the higher ups that he needs to demonstrate a lesson in messaging with the family. He’ll need the basement and he’ll keep the clean up to a minimum. It’s not that there wouldn’t be blood. There might be too much blood so the powers at be approve the basement use but ask that Marcello and a second enforcer be there so that the man isn’t killed. There’s only murder when necessary and it wasn’t they viewed in this case. Pero sucked his teeth for the second time today but would make sure the man in question lives. Just not with all functioning limbs.

After the submission of the money and subsequent torture was complete, the man’s body was bandaged by one of their doctors on the payroll and dropped off at his home, during a time they knew his family would be home with the message, “The Valentino family suffers no fools.” Pero carved it into his back to emphasize the point. He was still alive but would not be the same. Not after, as Tovar saw it, he’s violated one of his favorite places.

La jefa has long closed her shop and made herself dinner. Now that she thought about it, she’s never made Pero any of her food, just cookies, brownies and the like. Since he said he was coming back, she would make extra. The worst that would happen would be that he would say he didn't want any. It also dawned on her that she has not made a book recommendation today. She should pick one out before he comes, straightening out her mint green dress. Turning off the stove, she went downstairs to look for a book and saw Pero standing at the door ready to knock. It was a quarter after eight, he was glad he’d taken the extra time to shower. He didn’t want to be late, but he didn’t want to be dirty either.

“Ah! Mi princesa del librios es bonita (My Princess of books is pretty). You have our tea ready tonight?” His question follows the chime of the bell above the door as she unlocks it and lets him in. She then locks it again and nods.

“I have tea and I made some extra for dinner. I didn’t pick out a book for you yet.” She seems a bit brighter than this afternoon but still trying to make sure she was facing him with her right side. Pero takes her left hand and tugs it a little, not hard, just enough so she faces him fully.

“Hermosa (gorgeous) you don’t have a bad side. Don’t worry about the book. I haven’t finished with the other one yet. I want my tea and I want to see what you made for dinner.” The corners of her mouth curve and finally she smiles, squeezing his hand and leading him up the stairs. Pero watches her walk up and into her living area. It’s cozy as it has books scattered about as well.

“I don’t know if you like stew, but I made that and heated up some rolls. There’s butter too. I have water, apple juice, coke, and some rum.” The last option surprised him as he didn’t picture her drinking at all. Maybe she had a glass or two when she sat up here before bed. She poured herself a glass of water as Pero pointed to her glass and held up an empty bowel on the table. She filled both and they sat down across from each other. “I hope you enjoy Pero.”

“I don’t doubt that I will cariño.” The food went quickly as they ate, and she asked what other kind of foods he liked. Pero felt he might be getting greedy. Perhaps he’s been gluttonous of her attention each time he comes here. She gives it so willingly.

Tonight’s tea is mint like her dress which makes Tovar chuckle as he takes up half of her loveseat sitting down. She takes up the other and they sip tea, speaking of past books they’ve read and things he may want to read.

Even if he got an urgent call, he’ll ignore it because he’s having his tea. Pero Tovar doesn’t feel like an enforcer or a conduit for violence. He just has an arm around one of his favorite people as she places her head on his shoulder. The tough pads of his fingers touch the injured side of her face while he tells her that it’s been taken care of. He won’t tell her details. Tovar figures she can put it together. If he can just have moments like these where he’s just a man with someone he cares for, Pero can use that to sleep. He prays she can rest without crying or being scared.

The loveseat has his feet hanging off outside of the blanket he found on the back of it. So far, he hasn’t heard her sniffle again. Pero carried her to bed after she fell asleep in his arms. The faint scent of mint mingling with the earthy smell of the books lulls him to sleep. He had blood on his hands again today, but it was fine. It was for her sake, and she hasn’t cried again.

It was worth it.

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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I know I've been making a lot of polls lately but in my defense, it has been helping me organize what to work on and it's always interesting to see what you guys prefer 💜

as always, brief summaries of every series listed below!

I've Got You Darlin'

you find yourself in the middle of a dangerous race of who will steal priam's treasure first; a mysterious cloaked figure who calls himself moon knight or a man in clad armor who calls himself the mandalorian. amongst the chaos, you and steven try to protect the remnants of history.

Ego & Black Powder

A prison guard shouldn’t be infatuated with a prisoner. Simple as that. But this new prisoner who you didn’t know the name of, made this rule very difficult to follow.

Million Dollar Man

Two years had passed since your break up with Jack, a fellow Statesmen agent. But everything re-ignites again when Champ asks you to go San Francisco to investigate the disappearance of multiple women across the country and, sadly enough, agent Malibu. While doing anything with Jack is chaos enough, you also run in to another ex, a man that actually showed you kindness and someone you thought you could spend the rest of your days with that is until he started asking too many questions about your job, Frankie Morales.

We Fall Like Snow

After the events that took place at the Cliff Beasts set, needless to say as his bodyguard (and friend) you became overprotective of Dieter. You have all your worries under control until you accidentally flip over a young fan by grabbing her wrist, causing the media to stir with speculations as to why. Luckily Dieter's family arrives in the nick of time, scooping you both from New York to their cozy cabin; however winter wonderland can't last forever and you need to face the consequences of your actions sooner or later.

Advanced Politics Of Human Sexuality

He only saw you only once, before you moved away with your father, far from your mother but now you’re back with no clue what to do with the rest of your life.

The first time was an accident. One day Javi sees you getting out of the shower and can’t help himself. It’s not his fault you never heard of closing the curtains before. After that he should’ve stopped. You’re the daughter of his favorite house keeper after all. But he can’t help the way your body calls out to him again and again.

Blocked By Snow

With everyone out of town for the holidays, a lonely Santiago wanders the streets. His nightly walk leads him to your coffee shop.

Bound For Carnage

Dave lost everything: His divorce has been finalized. He sees his daughters only on the weekends. He has nothing except for the horrific job he keeps on doing just so he can give his children the best life that he can in such conditions.

But then, well, he meets you.

He tells himself it's nothing serious. It's clear that you like him and he flirts a little, some harmless fun. Never once did he think of taking you back to his place, he knows that if you seep through the cracks of his armor he's as good as gone.

But what happens when the little paper he receives has your name written inside of it instead of someone else?

#my polls <3 #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #din djarin x reader #dave york x reader #jack daniels x reader #javi gutierrez x reader #frankie morales x you #santiago garcia x reader #dieter bravo x reader

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simpingcowboy · 2 years

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🩷Under-construction!But here is a comprehensive list of my works!🩷

Join my taglist!

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Year of ABBA Masterlist

*** indicates explicit smut

Din Djarin Masterlist

Trans!Din Masterlist

Max Lord Masterlist

Pero Tovar Masterlist

Marcus Moreno Masterlist

Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey

A Stranger in a Bar GN!Reader

Javier Peña

Take Care of Me*** GN!Reader

On The Clock*** M!Reader

Frankie Morales

Circles, GN!Reader

Nail Painting Headcannon

Joel Miller

Not a Meet Cute*** AFAB!Reader \\ AMAB!Reader

Max Phillips

Warmth*** F!Plus sized!Fair skinned! Reader

Marcus Pike

Pike and His Cat Headcanon GN!Reader

Dieter Bravo

Art Studio*** GN!Reader

Pedro Boys Masterlist

Misc

A Love That Was Bill x Frank TLOU

Love Will Abide Bill x Frank TLOU

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ladyxskywalker · 2 years

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July 2022 (part two)

fandoms featured on this list; moon knight, pedro pascal characters, the batman, the amazing spider man, bridgerton, oscar isaac, charlie hunnam, the originals / tvd, & misc./multi fandom 💫

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only

mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **

be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you

& of course, enjoy responsibly

all the love xo A ☕

✨️ apologies for this month’s list being a little shorter than usual ! I had some things going on, so some of these are comfort reads, & repeats that I’ve read again, new things I’ve read, or various series that I’ve started. hope you enjoy ! & happy reading ! 🤗

please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌

find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, Aug 2022 coming soon ! ✨

please let me know if you would like to be removed

✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

MOON KNIGHT

✨ Jake Lockley

Six Stops by @lcvenderblues (gn!reader)

Love in Bloom, & Sunday Kind of Love by @egcdeath

✨ Marc Spector

Happy Birthday by @writingforcurrentobsessions

✨ Steven Grant

Spirals And Skin by @clints-lucky-arrow (artist!steven) (tattooed!f!reader) **

Tilt, Shift, & Balance by @the-little-ewok (steven x f!reader, marc x f!reader) **

Who Wouldn’t Want That? & Darling, I Fancy You by @yespolkadotkitty (f!reader)

PEDRO PASCAL

✨ Ezra (Prospect)

Clarity by @ezrasbirdie (dentist!ezra universe) (f!reader) **

Daze by @iamskyereads (slice of life) (domestic ezra universe) (prof!f!reader) (cw: children) **

In the Dark (series) by @frannyzooey (cw: age gap) (f!reader) **

Where the Foxglove Grows by @mandoblowmybackout (plus size, neurodivergent, f!reader)

✨ Jack (Agent Whiskey) Daniels

Tangled Up (series) by @writeforfandoms (dragon rancher au) (f!reader)

✨ Marcus Pike

Desperado by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

Starting Over (series) by @wardenparker , & @absurdthirst (f!reader) (cw: pregnancy, divorce)

✨ Oberyn Martell

Yes, I do? by @toomanystoriessolittletime (modern au) (escort!oberyn) (f!reader)

✨ Pero Tovar

Full Moon Confessions by @artemiseamoon (f!reader)

Risk by @forever-rogue (f!reader) (cw: pregnancy mention) **

✨ The Thief (Casillero del Diablo)

The Painting by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

✨ Misc. Pedro Pascal Characters

Euclidean Geometry by @leslie-lyman (modern au) (poly!relationship) (f!reader) **

How Did You Love (series) by @writeforfandoms (f!reader)

MISC./MULTI FANDOM

✨ Alfred Pennyworth (The Batman)

Penny For Your Thoughts (series) by @eupheme (cw: age gap, daddy kink) (f!reader) **

✨ The Amazing Spider Man (Andrew Garfield)

Approach Shift (series) by @psithurista (f!reader) **

Beautiful Distraction by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader) **

✨ Bridgerton (Benedict Bridgerton)

Truth Unseen by @make-me-imagine (gn!reader)

✨ Bud Cooper (Oscar Isaac, Suburbicon 2017)

A Softer Side by @leiakenobi (f!reader) **

✨ Clash of the Titans (Draco, Mads Mikkelsen)

Of Gods and Men (series) by @KrystalFlare on fanfiction.net (draco x goddess oc) **

✨ Cobra Kai (Johnny Lawrence)

Challenger by @SecretSecret on ao3 (f!reader) **

✨ Duke Leto Atreides (Oscar Isaac, Dune)

The Sun on Your Skin by @writefightandflightclub (gn!reader) (touch starved reader)

✨ Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Safe With You by @flightlessangelwings (f!reader)

Under the Cherry Blossom Trees by @flightlessangelwings (fluff, angst) (gn!reader)

✨ John Watson (Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows)

The Doctor Is In by @cinewhore (black!f!reader) **

✨ The Originals / The Vampire Diaries

An Act That Brought You Joy (series) by @Merontheshore on ao3 (elena gilbert x klaus mikaelson, elena x elijah mikaelson, elena x kol mikaelson) **

The Artist (series) (a choose your own outcome story) by @brittishmenorbust on ao3 (f!reader)

Bienvenue (series) by @Merontheshore on ao3 (klaus mikaelson x ofc) (kol mikaelson x ofc) (elijah mikaelson & ofc) **

Endlessly Enough (series) by @brittishmenorbust on ao3 (damon salvatore x f!reader)

Labyrinth: A Bonnie Bennett x Klaus centric universe (series) by @artemiseamoon (bonnie bennett x klaus mikaleson) **

✨ Raymond Smith (Charlie Hunnam, The Gentlemen)

Right Hand Woman by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **

✨ Rick Flag (DC, Joel Kinnaman)

Motivation by @loverhymeswith (f!reader)

✨ Roswell New Mexico (2019) (Alex Manes x Micheal Guerin)

here everyone knows (you’re the way to my heart) by @catchingpapermoons on ao3 (malex) **

** be sure to check out part one for star wars, the mandalorian, kenobi, rogue one, & triple frontier fic recs 📖

#moon knight fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #tasm fanfiction #dune fanfiction #the originals fanfiction #oscar isaac character fanfiction #charlie hunnam character fanfiction #misc. multi fandom #pxk monthly fic recs 💫#pxk monthly reading list 💌

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