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mellowswriting · 3 months

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HELLLLOOO sinful sunday (monday) is back?! ok with javi p - javi having his way with you infront of a mirror when y'all are newlyweds and the seeing your rings in the mirror together turns him on (idk does that make sense?)

married man

pairing || husband!Javier Peña x f!Reader

word count || 1k (oops)

summary || the sight of you with his ring on your finger, so proud to be his little wife, does something to Javier.

content || SMUT, unprotected p in v, ring kink (is that a... thing??), wife kink, mirror sex, oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, praise, unbeta'd

a/n || this got... out of hand. this was only supposed to be a few hundred words, yet here we are. i swear you're gonna give me a heart attack with these asks one of these days, cassidy. love u for it tho

sinful sunday | Javier Masterlist | Main masterlist

Four days have passed since Javier swept you away to a little tropical paradise. Four days since his shaking hands slipped that ring onto your finger. Four days since he made you his wife.

It still doesn’t feel real to him.

Javier watches you at the little bar on the beach. You’re waiting for the next round of drinks, a whiskey for him and something sweet and fruity for you. The woman next to you couldn’t help but compliment how beautiful you look - he can’t blame her, either. You’re simply radiant, especially in the glow of the sunset over the water. The smile on your face as you chat with her blows him away, as always. It’s the first thing he noticed about you all those years ago. That sweet smile as you held your hand out and introduced yourself has stuck with him every waking moment.

A small movement catches his eye - your thumb carefully rubbing the set of rings on your left hand. It sends an unexpected thrill up his spine. Javier shifts in his seat, his jeans suddenly together than before. The woman asks you about the rings and you happily tell her that you’re just married the love of your life a few days ago. You point him out to her and he tries his best to give a polite smile, despite the way his cock aches against his zipper. Her eyebrows raise as she returns her gaze to you, clearly admiring.

The conversation ends on a note of what a beautiful couple you make. Javier couldn’t agree more.

He doesn’t know how he manages to let you finish your drink. All he wants to do is whisk you back to your little bungalow of wedded bliss, but he bides his time. He can’t help but keep his hands on you, though - his hand squeezing your thigh, his lips brushing against your cheek, his fingertips tracing your wedding band.

The moment he has you alone, Javier strips you out of that pretty little dress and drags you into the bed. The sound of your playful laugh only makes him even more ravenous. His hands wrap around your thighs and force them open, his knees hitting the hardwood floor so hard that they’ll bruise. The taste of your cunt blooms across his tongue, all salt and woman. Your hands dig into his hair, wrenching his curls in your fingers and pressing him closer.

He eats you out like a man starved, all messy tongue and slicked fingers. He watches you take them, your cunt fluttering around his fingers. The sight of your slick drenching his wedding band ignites something inside him, something possessive and greedy that he just can’t rein back. His fingers curl up into that sensitive spot over and over, his tongue swirling around your clit until your back arches and your thighs tighten around his head.

He doesn’t care. If he suffocated right here, he would die a happy man.

Javier doesn’t bother giving you time to recover. He manhandles you to the edge of the bed and onto your knees. The huge mirror on the wall gives him the perfect view as he sinks into you in one easy stroke. The pace he sets is devastating. He pulls almost all the way out before burying himself to the hilt all over again, his fingers digging into your hips. Every thrust forces the sweetest sounds from your mouth. Your fingers twist in the sheets and you hide your face in the soft fabric. Javier can’t have that.

His bicep curls around your throat and he pulls you up, his chest pressed against your back. Careful not to restrict your breathing, he supports your body with his other arm wrapped around your waist. His pace doesn’t falter. His eyes never leave the sight of you in the mirror. Your head falls back onto his shoulder and he can hear those precious cries, sung right into his ear. Your hands find purchase on his forearm, little red lines following the rake of your nails. The light glints off of your wedding ring, the diamond refracting shimmers on your fingers.

It damn near sends him over the edge.

“My pretty little wife,” He grunts, pressing a sloppy kiss to your temple. “Takin’ it so good for me, aren’t you? That’s it… that’s my good girl.”

The praise ignites something in you. He can see it in your eyes. You work your hips back against him, meeting every thrust with a greediness that has fire singing in his blood. Goosebumps follow his touch as his hand skirts down your belly. You whimper his name as his fingers brush your clit. Every swipe of his fingertips makes you jerk and shudder against him. It doesn’t matter how much you squirm. He isn’t letting you out of this until you’re so fucked out you can’t remember your own name.

You can barely choke out a warning that you’re close, but he doesn’t need it. He can tell. He knows your body better than his own. Every quiver, every hitched breath, every sharp moan tells him he’s almost got you there. He fucks you through the crashing wave of euphoria, reveling in the wet gush that coats his thighs. He buries himself deep, his hips flush against your ass as he fills you with his cum.

Javier holds you there for a moment. He can feel the rapid flutter of your heart where his arm is pressed to your throat. You cling to him as your breathing evens out.

“I love you, Mrs. Peña.” He murmurs in your ear.

You huff out a laugh, a teasing lilt in your voice. “I love you too, Mr. Peña”

#javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javier peña smut #javier pena smut #javier peña x reader smut #sinful sunday

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all-the-things-2020 · 6 months

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All-The-Things-2020 Fan Fiction Masterlist

So I’ve decided to create a pinned Masterlist for all of my finished fics. Some of them are posted only on AO3 right now but I will migrate them here to tumblr as I have time.

Pedro Pascal Characters

Year of Fandom Crossovers Masterlist

Masterlist of all the fics I wrote this year as part of the Year of Creation Challenge.

Din Djarin x Reader - A Sprig of Silver & Blue

A holiday inspired one-shot featuring Din and The Child (written before we knew Grogu’s name).

Din Djarin x OFC (Tala Pavan) - Deeds Not Less Valiant

Completed series taking place after season 3. Demisexual Din finds out that maybe romance and love has a place in his life after all.

Din Djarin x OFC (Mariana Loxli) - Finding His Way series Masterlist. AO3 link to 1st title in series

Non-canon compliant series that takes place following season 1. It is canon-compliant up to that point and then diverges. Din and The Child meet a former Imperial slave who changes their lives for good. Featuring cameos from Luke Skywalker, Han Solo and Chewbacca.

Din Djarin - The Man in the Shiny Mask (Futurama crossover)

Futurama script bringing Din and Grogu into the 31st century where they meet the crew of Planet Express.

Javier Peña x OFC (Cassidy Yates) - No Better Place

Completed series taking place in Laredo after Javi leaves the DEA. Featuring horses and some smut.

Joel Miller - Kindred Spirits (Anne of Green Gables crossover)

Joel and Ellie’s relationship reimagined on Prince Edward Island.

Joel Miller - Joel’s Pony Party

You are planning a birthday party for your six year old niece. Turns out the guy who runs the pony party place offers you more than just a pony ride.

Dieter Bravo - Fifty Shades of Orange (The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy crossover)

Dieter ends up on the Heart of Gold and Arthur still can’t find a decent cup of tea.

Dieter Bravo x Orignal Female Character (Emily) - Late Night Talking

Regular person Emily meets celebrity Dieter Bravo. Romance ensues, along with plenty of humor and angst.

Frankie Morales - I Need a Pilot (Star Wars crossover)

Everyone’s favorite helicopter pilot transported to the Star Wars galaxy, with cameos by Finn and Poe.

Ezra x Reader - Lost, Only to Be Found (The Last of Us crossover)

Ezra and Cee in the Last Of Us universe. This one has a bittersweet ending.

Ezra x OFC (Claire) - All Our Future Prospects.

Ezra and Cee meet a corporate scientist and they all learn the importance of found family.

Marcus Morales - Not All Heroes Wear Capes (Star Trek: the Next Generation crossover)

Marcus tries to revive his Starfleet career after losing his wife.

Non-Pedro Pascal Characters

Legolas - A Grey Ship Sails.

How Legolas and Gimli came to leave the shores of Middle Earth after the death of Aragorn.

Samwise Gamgee - Into the West. AO3 link

How Samwise the Brave followed Mister Frodo into the West.

Poe Dameron x Finn - Family Is More Than Blood series Masterlist.

Pure Stormpilot fluff, featuring a few crossovers with characters from the Finding His Way series. Also a hint of Reylo.

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castlesrp · 3 months

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The Ramirez Family

Poseidon : Sea Transport & Shipping CONTENT WARNING: DEATH OF SPOUSE (CANCER), DEATH OF SPOUSE (CAR ACCIDENT)

The Ramirez family, synonymous with sea transport and shipping, tells a tale of both triumph and tragedy. At its patriarchal forefront is the esteemed retired heir, First Ramirez (84), who steered the Ramirez Transport and Shipping conglomerate to unparalleled success. Bereaved by the untimely demise of his first wife to cancer at 63, he found companionship in his retired attorney First Carter (78), remaining unmarried but enjoying their later years of life with one another. The eldest son, First Ramirez (50), now heads the family empire as CEO. Tragedy struck for the Ramirez family once again when his wife passed in a car accident, leaving him to bury himself in his work while raising their three children - in focusing on his work, he has started to forge a shaky alliance with the Johnson-Fitzgerald CEO in an attempt to find a mutually beneficial means to expand both businesses.

His younger sister and the eldest daughter First Ramirez-Valencia (55) serves as the CFO of the family conglomerate. Her husband, First Valencia (54), complements her in both business and family life, raising four children together, each carving their paths in the world. The middle child, First Ramirez (52) is an esteemed painter finding solace and passion in art, owning a successful gallery - thanks to a sizable investment by First Jones (61). Alongside her wife, First Cassidy (52) they have three sons and a daughter and choose to stay out of the family business to pave their own path in the arts.

The second son, First Ramirez (47), defies stereotypical convention as a stay at home dad and homemaker to support his wife, First Santos-Ramirez (45) who is a professor at NYU - where their only daughter is now attending. Shadows loom over the family in the form of the First Ramirez (44), involved in the dark underbelly of the city as a drug dealer for the NYC elite and members of the various families that the Ramirez family interacts with. His choices stand as a stark contrast to the success and stability that characterize the Ramirez legacy, leaving the family entangled in a web of secrets and challenges.

First Ramirez: 84 Years Old, Retired Heir and CEO of Montgomery Oil, Danny Trejo , Available + First Ramirez: Deceased, N/A, N/A, Unavailable + First Carter: 78 Years Old, Retired Attorney, Jean Smart, Available

First Ramirez: 57 Years Old, CEO of Ramirez Transport and Shipping, Mario Lopez, Available + First Ramirez: Deceased, N/A, N/A, Unavailable ----- First Ramirez: 33 Years Old, Open Occupation, Eiza González, Available ----- First Ramirez: 31 Years Old, Open Occupation, Melissa Barrera, Available ----- First Ramirez: 29 Years Old, Open Occupation, Taylor Zakhar Perez, Available

First Ramirez-Valencia: 55 Years Old, CFO of Ramirez Transport and Shipping, Eva Longoria, Available + First Valencia: 54 Years Old, Open Occupation, Mark Consuelos, Available ----- First Valencia: 30 Years Old, Open Occupation, Ryan Guzman, Available ----- First Valencia: 28 Years Old, Open Occupation, Tyler Posey, Available ----- First Valencia: 26 Years Old, Open Occupation, Selena Gomez, Available ----- First Valencia: 22 Years Old, Open Occupation, Froy Guitierez

First Ramirez: 52 Years Old, Artist and Gallery Owner, Sara Ramirez, Available + First Cassidy: 52 Years Old, Open Occupation, Sarah Paulson, Available ----- First Cassidy-Ramirez: 28 Years Old, Open Occupation, Avan Jogia, Available * ----- First Cassidy-Ramirez: 26 Years Old, Open Occupation, KJ Apa, Available * ----- First Cassidy-Ramirez: 23 Years Old, Open Occupation, Sophie Thatcher, Available * ----- First Cassidy-Ramirez: 22 Years Old, Open Occupation, Michael Cimino, Available * * Note: All of the Cassidy-Ramirez children are adopted.

First Ramirez: 48 Years Old, Stay at Home Parent, Michael Peña, Available + First Santos-Ramirez: 45 Years Old, Professor at NYU, Gina Rodriguez, Available ----- First Ramirez: 21 Years Old, NYU Student, Jenna Oretga, Available

First Ramirez: 44 Years Old, Drug Dealer, Manny Montana, Available

#jcink rp #roleplay #bio rp #canon rp #rp #canons

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wildemaven · 1 year

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hi Heidi! top 5 Pedro characters?

Cassidy! My Top 5 Pedro Characters…. My Top 2 are the easiest to list… it’s the rest that makes things difficult cause there such an amazing list of them to choose from!

1. Javier Peña… My number 1 always, My love 😍 (and this damn outfit)

2. Frankie Morales… Sweetest Man

3. Joel Miller… This Grump makes me weak

4. Dieter Bravo… He’s chaotic but I melt for him

5. Dave York…. This man is a soft and I will not be told otherwise

Marcus Pike and Agent Whiskey get honorable mentions

#pedro pascal #joel miller #frankie morales #dieter bravo #dave york #Javier Peña #wildemaven answers

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plentyoffandoms · 1 year

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I am going to finish up the requests I have which are about 13 or so, which is all for wrestling except for one which is Javier Peña.

My requests will remain closed as I will focus my writing on the stories I have already going on.

Which are:

Chris Evans x f/Reader

Wardlow x f/Reader

George Luz x f/Reader

Orange Cassidy x f/Reader

Kenny Omega x f/Reader

Angel Reyes x f/Reader

The Riddler x f/Reader

Finn Shelby x f/Reader

Michael Gray x f/Reader

Jack Nelson x f/Reader

Serial Killer! Eddie Kingston x f/Reader

Mob!wrestlers x f/Reader

Joaquín Torres x f/Reader

Lee Bodecker x f/Reader

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ilovewhiteroses · 10 months

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Give me your top 5 ship pairings and top five favourite actors and their characters that gave you brainrot!!

Thank you, dear Bren! 🥰

Top 5 ship pairings:

Clement Mansell and Sandy Stanton (Justified: City Primeval) My current ship

Steve Murphy and Javier Peña (Narcos) I ship them but not in a romantic way, I just loved their chemistry and work relationship

Sherlock Holmes and Joan Watson (Elementary) The same as Steve and Javi

Jesse Custer and Tulip O'Hare (Preacher) They were so badass together, but I will never forgive Tulip for sleeping with Cassidy, my fictional crush at the time

Takeshi Kovacs and Kristin Ortega (Altered Carbon) It's been a while since I have seen this show, but I think Kristin was mainly with Tak, because he was wearing her boyfriend's sleeve. Regardless, they looked good together

Top five favourite actors and their characters that gave me brainrot:

Boyd Holbrook: The Corinthian (The Sandman) Clement Mansell (Justified: City Primeval) If you know me than no explanation is needed😁

Joel Kinnaman Takeshi Kovacs (Altered Carbon) He was so hot and badass, even with a pink backpack🥵

Jonny Lee Miller Sherlock Holmes (Elementary) I was surprised how many tattoos he has and they are all Jonny's, they were not fake😊

Bill Skarsgård Keith (Barbarian) He was so handsome and cute 🥰SPOILER! too bad his character died too soon😭

Max Riemelt Andi Werner (Berlin Syndrome) Wolfgang Bogdanow (Sense8) I know Andi was a psychopath, but he was so charming at times and Max looked great with dark hair🥵 I didn't really watch Sense8, only Wolfgang's scenes, but the few steamy nude scenes he had… Oh my God!🥵🥵

#inbox reply #spider-bren

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hearts-hunger · 3 years

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Hi Maddie! So I've been watching narcos for the first time and I just have to say that Javier Peña needs to be my husband 💁🏼‍♀️ also I just saw episodes 2x03 and 2x04....just want to give javi a hug 🥺

shbajhvhgvh OK i’m so excited you’re watching narcos because in addition to having the hotest lead of all time, i think it’s also a very good show. i still have a few episodes of season 3 left and i’ve been meaning to get back into it. husband!javi is...... the love of my life, for real. he has such potential for that exact brand of “big strong protective man who only lets those who are very close to him see his softer side” that i love. also 2x03!!!! that’s my favorite episode in the whole show. i’ve written a whole dissertation on why i love it so much, but suffice it to say that i love the way javi is so needy for love, or comfort, or anything that’s not death and violence. i’ve thought about writing something for that episode with mr. and mrs. peña, because i think he deserves to be comforted by his wife :’)

#i might still write it #because the world needs more mr. and mrs. peña #<3 #cassidy #maddie talks to friends!

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guillotineman · 3 years

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contemporaryartdaily · 4 years

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javisjeanjacket · 2 years

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for the winter/holiday prompt list can I get snuggling together under the covers with javier peña?

Cassidy thank you for asking!! I’m so happy to write about my beloved Javi during the most cozy time of the year!! I hope you enjoy🥰🎄❄️

Warnings: reading, drinking hot chocolate, snuggling, softness :)

Word count: 956

Winter in the Texan desert was close to unbearable. Winds whipped harshly across the plains and snow piled in the curves of the canyon lands. The sun sank low close to 4:00 PM and the unrelenting weather had reeked havoc on José Peña's ranch. His cattle were at risk with the cold chill and he had asked his son for help when the battle to save the livestock and the ranch became too much for him alone.

Christmas was closing in and Javi had insisted you come with him to Texas; him unwilling to spend the holidays away from you. With a few persuading kisses and homemade dinners, he had convinced you to fly to the border of Texas and Mexico with him for a week to help with the ranch and celebrate Christmas together.

A warm fire blazed in the Peña's living room fireplace and it's light shone happily upon the decorations littering the mantle. You pulled the warm quilt tighter around you and flipped to the next page in your book.

Javi and his father had been gone for a few hours to fix a fence and tend to the cows in the barn, so you had gotten some peace and time for uninterrupted reading.

You took a slurp of the steaming hot chocolate sitting on the coffee table just as you heard the sound of the front door opening. You smiled to yourself at the notion of seeing Javier again and tried to re-focus your attention on the book in your hands.

Two sets of heavy steps walked through the hallway and into the living room and before you could turn to greet them, a cold nose pressed into your neck.

You squealed and giggled at Javi's playfulness. You reached up to scratch his head through the chunky knit beanie. "Brr you're cold, baby."

Javier put his gloved hands on your shoulders and squeezed softly as he pressed his frozen lips to your neck. "Yeah it's cold out there." He stood straight and pulled his work gloves off, stuffing them into the pocket of his Carhartt coat.

You shifted on the couch, bookmarking your page and setting the book on the coffee table beside you. Lifting your blanket upwards, you patted the couch cushion beside you. "Come snuggle with me then."

Javi smirked, his dark eyes looking down into yours. He bent down and placed a tender kiss on your waiting lips. "Let me get out of my work clothes first."

"Javier." José called from the kitchen.

"Yeah, dad?" Javi responded, his back turned as he walked towards his childhood room to change clothes.

"Do you want some hot chocolate?"

There was silence for a moment as Javi changed that wasaccentuated by a sigh from José. When Javi re-emerged from his room he was now wearing sleep pants and a DEA sweatshirt. "Sure."

José asked if you wanted some as well and you lifted your mug up to his eye line, "I've got it covered, thank you though."

José acknowledged you with a grunt and you heard him in the kitchen as he worked.

You smiled up at Javi as he moved towards the couch and you could feel heat climbing into your chest when he took each of your legs in his hands and pulled them up to lay over his own. He ran a big hand over your leg and squeezed softly when he reached your thigh.

You threw the blanket over Javi and wriggled closer, nestling yourself into his side.

He pressed his frozen face against your neck and your shoulders tensed. "Mmm," He hummed contentedly. "You're so warm."

You beamed and let your eyelashes flutter closed for a moment. Sneaking under the blanket, you found Javi's hand and took it between both of yours. You brought it up to your lips and kissed the chilled skin softly, flicking your eyes up to his.

He brushed his free hand over your cheek just as his father entered the living room with two mugs of steaming hot chocolate.

You looked from Javi up to José and smiled as he sat one mug down on the coffee table beside Javier. "Here you go, son." He said with a nod.

Javi grinned up at his father and took the mug in his hands. "Thanks, dad."

José nodded and walked across the living room to his favorite chair. He sat his mug on his chair side table and then sank into it with a groan that seems to only emit from dad's falling into their favorite chairs.

Javi smirked at his father and asked with a chuckle, "Dad, why don't we watch your favorite Christmas movie?"

José shook his head and laughed before taking a sip of his hot chocolate. "Javier." He smirked.

Javi laughed and patted your legs as you looked back and forth between father and son. "Oh, come on, I think it's someone else's favorite too." He cocked an eyebrow in your direction and you gasped.

"José, your favorite Christmas movie is The Holiday?"

José waved his hand in Javi's direction and shook his head. He let out an annoyed grunt and took another drink of his hot chocolate.

Javi leaned down to whisper in your ear, "He loves it, we watch it every year."

You laughed and pulled Javi's arms tighter around you. "José, I won't tell if you don't."

The man looked from you to Javi and then pointed the remote at the TV and clicked it on.

You and Javi snickered and snuggled into each other, a tangle of limbs and hearts beating one on top of the other. Hours passed like this, warm and safe in each others arms until you followed each other into sleep.

Winter/Holiday Prompts

JAVI TAGLIST: @mndalorians @hoodedbirdie @insideafictionaluniverse @artsymaddie @jedi-mando @edencherries @buckysalefty @happy-beeeps @triggerhappyflygirl @alwritey-aphrodite @mando-writings @okilover02 @demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol @mrschiltoncat @darnitdraco @rougeskywalker @marvelousmermaid @jenrebloggingfics @auroraariza @petersunderoos96 @yoditorian @knivesareout @princess76179 @coldlilheart @dobbyjen @voteforpedro09

GENERAL TAGLIST: @over300books @autumnleaves1991-blog @phoenixhalliwell @ntlmundy @myheart-pedro @intu-witch-tion @frietiemeloen @greeneyedblondie44 @mssbridgerton @amneris21 @disasterhann @aana4664 @freeshavacadoooo @prostitute-robot-from-the-future @goddessofsprings

#javier peña x reader #javier peña x y/n #javier pena #javier pena x reader #javier pena x y/n #narcos #narcos fanfiction #hai writes #todo mi corazón #christmas tw #tw christmas

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pennyserenade · 2 years

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may has been an incredibly busy month for me in many ways, and i’ve found i’ve consumed a lot of media because of it. some of it i’ve stumbled upon because of school, sometimes i’ve found it here, written by you lovely individuals, and some of it i’ve just happened upon myself. here is a compiled list of all the new media i enjoyed in may and that i recommend to you all: books, movies, and fanfics.

MOVIES:

all about eve (1950)

rebecca (1940) [much thanks to [ @just-here-for-the-moment ]

funny girl (1968)

cat on a hot tin roof (1958)

butch cassidy and the sundance kid (1969) [thanks to the lovely @iamskyereads ]

ordinary people (1980)

giant (1956)

suspicion (1941)

it happened one night (1934)

mr. smith goes to washington (1939)

the way we were (1973)

BOOKS:

how german is it by walter abish

“'How German Is It is perhaps his most celebrated novel, and certainly his most complex. It is a novel that probes Germany's recent past through the brothers Ulrich and Helmuth Hargenau, whose father defected against Hitler in the last days of the Second World War and was killed by firing squad”

FANFICS:

funny girl by @radiowallet

this fanfic manages to be so funny and original, and i’m absolutely blown away by cat’s ability to write -- it is godly. you might have noticed that i recommended funny girl this month, and that is absolutely because of cat and this lovely, lovely dieter bravo fic. i could not have imagined for the world i would care so much about dieter bravo after watching the bubble, but in this fic he is truly a delightful wonder and i am happy to admit i’d give my soul to him. cat provides such an interesting dynamic between dieter and resident snl funny girl, and though i haven’t been able to read the next chapter yet, i’m so excited to. every interaction between these two characters makes me ache for more.

stay on the screenplay by @jazzelsaur

another amazing dieter bravo fic and another amazing author that i cannot recommend enough is this one and jess. this fandom is so talented, but i have to give it to jess for putting dieter bravo in my heart. stumbling upon this was perhaps one of the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, and i just enjoy it so much. jess really brings dieter bravo to life in this fic and it is all the beautiful achy, yearning material one could want. i have a chapter to catch up on, but i can say without a doubt that this is one of the very best fics i’ve read this year. it combines all the things i love and if you haven’t read it yet, you should, because i know you will find that you love it too. jess is truly a genius

lie to me by @iamskyereads

to my core, i’m a javier peña girl. he’s my favorite pedro character and he will always have that number one spot in my soul. lie to me does him so much justice, i could probably cry about it. i’ve been in a bit of fanfic lull the past few months, but reading this reminded me just how much i love it and for why. skye is such a beautiful writer, one whom i’ve always admired greatly and strived to be like, and this is a testament to her talent. with her expert pacing, her fantastic sex scenes, her spot on javi characterization, and her deeply fascinating reader, lie to me is everything one needs to show that fanfic can be art. that’s exactly what this is too: art.

red flags 2 by @thirstworldproblemss & @astroboots

i’m half convinced that the words ‘dynamic’ and ‘duo’ were first put together to describe these two because my god, the things they do when they combine their brains. this is nasty in all the very best ways and the steven characterization is so spot on that it softens the blow of moon knight having ended a few weeks ago. these two are keeping him alive and well in this fic, and it is perfectly delightful, on top of thrilling. there’s a sneak of marc to keep you on your toes, but there’s the lovely, awkward, stumbling steven we all know and love taking the reigns for the most part, and some of the most delicious smut known to man. this is truly a master guide in both characterization and sex scenes.

#misc.#fic rec.

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incorrectqus · 4 years

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Canon LGBTQ+ DC Comic Character from Live Action Adaptations

Arrowverse:

Alexandra Danvers (Earth-38) Lesbian

Ava Sharpe Lesbian

Batwwoman (Katherine Kane) Lesbian

Black Condor (John Trujillo) (Earth-X) Gay

Citizen Cold (Leonard Snart) (Earth-X) Gay

David Singh Gay

Desmond Gay

Dreamer (Nia Nal) Transgender

Gary Green Bisexual

Guinevere Bisexual

John Constantine Bisexual

Kelly Olsen (Earth-38) Lesbian

Keven Dale Gay

Lindsay Claricle Lesbian

Margarita Sawyer (Earth-38) Lesbian

Mr. Terrific (Curtis Holt) (Earth-1&2) Gay

Nick Anastas (Earth-1&2) Gay

Nyssa al Ghul Lesbian

Obsidian (Todd Rice) Gay

Paul Holt Gay

Pied Piper (Hartley Rathaway) Gay

Rob Gay

Sophie Moore Bisexual

The Ray (Raymond Terrill) (Earth-1&X) Gay

Tuxedo One (Julia Pennyworth) Bisexual

White Canary (Sara Lance) Bisexual

William Clayton Gay

XS (Nora West-Allen) Lesbian

Black Lightning TV Show:

Grace Choi (Shay Li Wylde) Bisexual

Jamillah Olsen Lesbian

Thunder/Blackbird (Anissa Pierce) Lesbian

DC Extended Universe:

Black Mask (Roman Sionis) Bisexual

Harley Quinn (Harleen Quinzel) Bisexual

Pedro Peña Gay

Victor Zsasz Gay

Wonder Woman (Diana Prince) Bisexual

Doom Patrol TV Show:

Danny the Street Transgender

John Bowers Gay

Maura Lee Karupt (Morris Wilson) Gay

Negativeman (Lawrence Trainor) Gay

Gotham:

Barbara Kean Bisexual

Penguin (Oswald Cobblepot) Gay

Renee Montoya Lesbian

Tabitha Galavan Bisexual

Krypton TV Show:

Adam Strange Bisexual

Araame Lesbian

Nyssa-Vex Bisexual

Lucifer TV Show:

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No Better Place - Chapter 9

Summary: Javi and Cassidy open up to each other and their relationship heats up.

Warnings: language, mention of past abusive relationship, explicit sexual content NO MINORS

Word count: 5500+

Notes: Here we go! The smut has arrived and it’s Javier Peña so hold onto your cowboy hats …

“Relax!” Cassidy called out. Javi was stiff in the saddle and Buster was reacting to it. His head was too high and his gait was choppy. “Come on, you trust him. Let him feel it.”

The irony of her words weren’t lost on her. Here she was scolding Javi for not trusting his horse when she couldn’t even trust herself. After the dance on Saturday night, she’d lain awake in bed for hours, debating whether or not to just give in and follow her heart. In the end, she’d decided she couldn’t move forward until she’d gotten some sign that Javi trusted her. Until he was willing to talk about his past, she wouldn’t let things go any further than a kiss. Of course, her resolve was tested every day. After doing the evening barn chores, she and Javi shared a beer or pitcher of iced tea on the back porch; nothing different about that, but there was a tension between them now that was driving her nuts. Every night that week, when Javi had stood up and said “I’d better get going,” she’d wanted to tell him to stay, to come inside. But she’d held firm and they’d kissed tenderly and he’d left, even though she knew without a doubt that if he’d made the slightest hint at more she’d have been on her back in a hot minute.

“Stop,” she said. She crossed the arena to stand next to Buster’s shoulder. The gelding tossed his head and played with the bit, his eyes curious and a bit wild. “Okay, close your eyes. Just sit in the saddle and relax. Feel him. And don’t worry, I’ve got him under control. Don’t think about who’s in charge. Just be one with the horse.” She hooked a finger around the closest rein, putting barely any pressure on it and started to lead Buster forward. She glanced back at Javi, who was still stiff as a board but did have his eyes closed. “Relax your hips and back,” she said. “Drop your hands down on your thighs. Just move with the rhythm of his walk. He’s your legs. Feel his hooves on the ground.”

She led them around the arena twice and then let go of the reins. Buster flicked an ear at her but she didn’t say anything, just kept walking beside him. He willingly walked with her and after a moment, he was flicking his ear back at Javi. “Open your eyes,” she said quietly. “And pick up the reins.” She stepped back and watched them make a circuit of the arena without her. Javi was still not relaxed enough, but he was a lot looser than he had been, and Buster’s head was lower, his neck stretched out and his stride more elastic.

“That’s good,” she called out. “Let’s end it there, on a good note. You can put him away now.”

She left them to it and went inside the house to fill a mixing bowl with ice and nestle two bottles of beer inside it. Javi’d earned a cold drink as a reward.

When he climbed the steps to take a seat in the sagging lawn chair next to her, she offered him a beer. “Thanks,” he said, pressing the cold bottle against his forehead. Beads of condensation dripped onto his face and hands as he held it there for a few seconds, then took a long pull. The plastic webbing on the chair creaked as he settled down.

“You did good out there today,” Cassidy said, taking a sip of her own beer.

Javi shook his head. “No, I sucked,” he said matter of factly.

“You did not,” she replied. “You had some trouble but you got through it. Buster was walking out nicely at the end and he was happy. So all's well that ends well.” She took another drink, then turned to look at Javi. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot,” he said, taking another pull at his beer.

“Why’d you quit the DEA?”

Javi stiffened again, his jaw clenched like a horse fighting the bit. “None of your business,” he said gruffly, setting his beer down on the ground. He leaned forward in the chair. “I should get going, I think Dad has something he needs me to do …”

“Why won’t you talk to me?” She didn’t mean to sound whiny but it just came out that way.

“I talk to you all the fucking time,” he growled. “I talk to you too much, to be honest.” He ran his hand through his hair, scrubbing at it until it stood on end. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.” He stood up and headed for his truck.

“Javi,” Cassidy said, but he just waved his hand in the air and kept walking.

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“You walked out on her?” Chucho asked. “Are you a fucking idiot?”

“I didn’t want to talk about it,” Javi said shortly. “She was prying.”

“She asked you a perfectly reasonable question,” Chucho shot back. “One I’ve been asking for months, by the way.”

“And if I won’t answer you, what makes you think I’d answer her?” Javi shouted. “You’re my goddamn father and I don’t want to talk to you about it. What gives her the right to think she can demand to know anything about me?”

Chucho folded his arms across his chest. “Well, she’s your friend, for one thing. And she cares about you. Hell if I know why, though. You’re being an asshole.”

Javi just shook his head and left the living room. Dad couldn’t understand; no one here in the States could. He stalked into his bedroom and closed the door firmly. Back to cigarettes and whiskey and picking up cheap women at the bar. It was no more than he deserved. He couldn’t believe he’d thought he could have something more.

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Cassidy picked up the phone and put it down again for the fifth time. She hadn’t seen Javi in five days. Chucho had called two days after he’d stormed off and apologized for his son’s behavior. He’d promised her he wouldn’t let Javi go to the Lobo on Saturday night but she hadn’t heard a thing from either of them since that call. Even the horses couldn’t entirely soothe her heart; she knew she’d been too blunt, the equivalent of trying to ride a bronco before she’d fully gained its trust. It was as if she’d thrown a saddle on an abused horse, tightened the cinch and hopped on with spurs on her heels. Of course he’d bucked.

She took a deep breath, lifted the receiver again and punched in the phone number. Chucho picked up after five rings. “Hello,” he said, sounding a bit out of breath.

“Oh, hi, Chucho, it’s, um, it’s Cassidy. Is Javi there?”

“Yeah, sitting on his lazy ass while his father nearly breaks his leg running for the phone,” he said loudly.

“Um, sorry,” Cassidy stuttered. “Can … can I talk to him?”

“I’ll ask,” Chucho said, more quietly this time. “No, actually, I’ll make him. Hold on.” She heard the clunk as he laid the receiver down and then some muffled arguing in the background that went on for several minutes. She was just about to hang up when she heard a clatter and a huff that could only come from Javi.

“What?” he said gruffly.

“Javi,” she said hesitantly. “I … I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I know it’s none of my business, and you’ll tell me when you’re ready. Or not.” She was rambling. “Um, would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow? I got a nice chicken from Mrs. Ramirez and I thought I’d roast it.” She bought her eggs from the Ramirez farm a few miles away, and this week they’d culled a bunch of layers who were getting too old to produce. Juanita had insisted she take one “for that novio of yours.”

Javi was silent for several seconds and she was afraid he’d hung up while she was nattering on. “Okay,” he said finally. “I’ll see you tomorrow. What time?”

“Um, about six? No, seven. That’ll give me more time to get the barn chores done before I put the bird in the oven.” Oh, lord, you sound like your mother, Cassidy.

“Sounds good. See you then,” Javi said. There was a click as he disconnected the line and Cassidy stared at the receiver for a long moment before she hung up herself.

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Cassidy paced back and forth between the kitchen, where she compulsively checked on the chicken, to the front window where she would be able to see Javi’s truck the moment it turned into her drive. It was five minutes to seven and she hadn’t heard anything from him since the phone call the day before. Maybe he’d changed his mind. Maybe he wasn’t ready to forgive her.

She turned the oven off so the chicken wouldn’t get overdone, and took one last look around the kitchen. Everything was ready. A green salad sat in the refrigerator along with a bottle of white wine she’d rushed off to buy that morning. A basket of fresh dinner rolls was cooling on the counter, covered with a clean dish cloth to keep the flies off (it was impossible to keep them out of the house, despite strips of flypaper next to every door and Linus’ best attempts at fly eradication).

“What do you think?” she asked the cat, who was perched hopefully on a stool next to the counter, waiting to beg for some chicken. “Is he going to show, or are you and I going to have to eat the whole thing?”

Linus blinked his gold-green eyes at her and looked satisfied. Either way, he knew he’d get a bite of chicken and that was all he cared about. Cassidy ruffled his cheeks, eliciting a deep rumbling purr. Then his ears pricked up and he looked toward the front of the house.

Cassidy heard it too, the crunch of gravel as a vehicle came up the driveway. Her heart was pounding as she went to the front door, trying not to be too obvious about peeking through the curtains. Javi stopped the truck, opened the door and stepped out. He had a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and Cassidy’s heart flipped.

She waited patiently until he’d climbed the steps, crossed the porch, and knocked hesitantly at the door. She took a deep breath and opened the door. “Hi,” she said shyly.

“Hi,” he replied. He held out the flowers. “Dad insisted I bring you flowers. Said I owed you an apology, too.”

She took the flowers, a simple bouquet of cheery sunflowers and daisies. “Tell your dad thank you,” she said. “And you don’t have anything to apologize for. I’m the one who pushed you.”

“I know, but I may have overreacted a bit,” Javi said with a shrug. “Okay, a lot. Dad says you owe him for putting up with me this past week.”

“I’ll bake him some cookies or something,” she said. “Come on in. Dinner’s just about ready.” She led him into the kitchen, where she found a jug to put the flowers in. They would make a perfect centerpiece.

Javi helped her move the food to the table, careful not to trip over Linus, who had begun his best starving cat act the moment the chicken emerged from the oven. “Don’t listen to him,” she said. “I fed him his dinner already, he’s just a greedy bastard.” She looked down at the cat’s pitiful face. “Besides, I’ll set some aside for him.”

She carved up the chicken while Javi poured the wine and soon they were sitting at the table, Linus weaving back and forth between their feet. The bird had come out okay, a little on the dry side, but what could you expect from an old hen? Javi complimented her cooking, she demurred, and after an awkward moment, they started talking about Buster and things were back to normal.

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When dinner was over, Javi refilled their wine glasses while Cassidy put the leftovers in the fridge, stopping to drop a few scraps of chicken in Linus’s bowl. “Need help with the dishes?” he asked.

“Just put them in the sink,” she said. “I’ll do them later.” She picked up her wineglass and took a sip. They’d just about finished off the bottle.

After Javi sat the dirty plates and utensils in the sink, Cassidy handed him his wine. “Let’s go sit on the couch,” she said. “It’s more comfortable.” Soon they were on her beat up old sofa. “Take off your boots if you want,” she said, tugging at her own. She curled up with her feet under her once they were off. Javi removed his boots as well and sat with his feet stretched out in front of him, watching Cassidy sip her wine.

He took a deep breath and plunged in. It was now or never and he couldn’t string her along anymore. “Look,” he said. “I overreacted when you asked me about the DEA.”

“Forget about it,” she said.

“No, you deserve to know the truth,” he said. “And better now than before things get more serious between us.” He leaned back and closed his eyes. “I was in Colombia. We took out Pablo Escobar, and we were making headway with some of the other cartels. The partner I’d worked with went back to the States with his wife and I was … well, I was kind of the resident expert on things and people looked to me to make decisions, figure out which intel to follow up on and which to ignore.” He took a gulp of wine.

“I’d been after this one guy, total piece of shit who went by the name El Tigre. I’d gotten some information out of an informant but I wasn’t sure how reliable she was. So I asked another agent to tail her, find out if she was telling the truth. He said he didn’t see anything suspicious, so I kept in contact with her. Finally got a location from her. She swore El Tigre would be there. Just him and some of his men.”

“They were meeting up at a house on the outskirts of Medellin. I assembled a team.” His mouth was dry, and he took another drink of wine. “We went in. It was dark, all the lights were out except the room where they were meeting. And they were there. El Tigre and four of his lieutenants. We had them. But they weren’t the only ones in the house.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” Cassidy said softly, laying her hand on his arm. He shrugged her off. No, he had to get it out before he lost his courage.

“I do,” he said softly. “So, we went in, and there was a noise behind us. It was a kid. Maybe nine or ten. He was standing in the hallway in his pajamas. He saw us and yelled and then …” He stopped and took a deep breath. “He had a gun. A goddamned gun. Little kid had a fucking pistol in his hand, so heavy he could hardly hold it up, and it was wobbling all over the place. And one of my guys shot him. Just fucking shot him in the chest.”

He leaned forward, pressing his hands against his eyes, elbows braced on his knees. Cassidy laid a hand on his back, but didn’t say anything. She just gently rubbed her hand against his shirt. “All hell broke loose,” he went on. “El Tigre and his guys bolted but they got off a few shots first. One of them winged my arm, and another one … hit another kid. It was his brother’s house and he had five kids. A fucking cartel meeting in a house full of kids.” He started sobbing. “They got away, and two kids died, and they gave me a fucking commendation for being wounded in the line of duty.”

He took a moment to compose himself a bit. “Everybody told me it was a good lead on El Tigre. They didn’t do a damn thing to Jenkins for shooting the kid because we’d all seen he had a gun in his hand. It was justifiable. The other kid was collateral damage. And they all fussed over me, made me go to the hospital and get my arm patched up and then it was back to business.” He shook his head. “I just couldn’t take it anymore. I should have gotten reamed out for not double checking the intel on the house before we went in, for endangering those kids, for giving the cartel another reason to hate us, but instead they all told me ‘good job’ and patted me on the back. I stayed home a couple of days because of the arm, then I went in and turned in my badge and my letter of resignation. I ran away.”

Cassidy kept rubbing his back. “You didn’t run away,” she said quietly. “You got yourself out of a toxic situation. That takes a lot of courage, trust me.” She leaned closer and kissed his cheek.

He sat up and looked at her. She was smiling sadly, and reached up to wipe a tear from his face. “You don’t hate me?” he whispered.

She shook her head. “Of course not.”

“But I got those kids killed …” He had to stop; his throat was closing up.

“You made a mistake,” Cassidy said. “But we all make mistakes. You didn’t pull the trigger. It’s not your fault.”

“It is,” he insisted. He’d gone over and over it in his mind for months. If he’d just waited a little, done some reconnaissance, run a check on the address … “If I hadn’t sent my team in, those kids wouldn’t have died.”

“Those kids were in a house full of drug dealers,” she said. She pulled his head down on her chest and stroked his hair. He let his eyes close. “Who leaves a pistol out where a little kid can get his hands on it? And what kind of parent lets their brother hold a cartel meeting in the house while the kids are there? Some other rival gang could have been the ones to come in, not you. Those kids were in danger long before you showed up, Javi. It’s horrible, and sad, and they deserved better, but it wasn’t you who put them in harm’s way.”

He wanted to believe it, and as she carded her fingers through his hair, he let himself relax, just a little. Maybe she was right. Maybe it wasn’t entirely his fault. “Cry if you need to,” she whispered in his ear. “I’ve got you. Trust me.”

He shook his head, burrowing his face into her neck. “No, I don’t need to cry,” he said, his voice muffled against her skin. “Just … can you just hold me for a while, though?”

“Of course,” she said. And she held him while he tried to make sense of things.

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Cassidy held Javi, her heart aching for him. How long had he been beating himself up over this? It was a terrible tragedy, but the idea of the sweet, thoughtful man she’d come to know believing himself to be a monster was almost more than she could bear. And she kicked herself for dragging her feet. He’s not Travis, she told herself.

After a while, she pressed a kiss to Javi’s forehead. “Hey, when I said it takes a lot of courage to get yourself out of a toxic situation, I meant it,” she said gently.

He looked up at her. “What do you mean?”

She sighed and snuggled closer. “About a year ago, I walked out on my boyfriend,” she said. “He was … he wasn’t a nice guy.” Javi sat up and put his arms around her, laying her head on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he said.

“Yeah, I do,” she replied. “You trusted me. It’s time I trust you back.” She squirmed against him until she was basically in his lap, his strong arms wrapped tightly around her.

“He was great at first, but he started complaining that I wasn’t giving him enough attention. Yelled at me if I was late for something, if I spent time with my friends or my family or my horses. One time we were supposed to have dinner with some guy he was trying to impress at work, and I got there late because I’d had to change the wrapping on a horse’s hoof after he tore it off, and Travis -- that was his name, Travis -- was all sweet at the restaurant, but when we got back to his place he screamed at me for making him look stupid in front of this guy, and he hit me.” Javi’s arms tightened around her and she scrunched her eyes shut. “I thought I deserved it, because my mom thought he hung the moon and was always telling me to put him first, that kind of crap. Her dream for me was to be the happy homemaker, find a guy who could take care of me financially and be a soccer mom and bake brownies for the PTA fundraiser. Just like her.”

Javi chuckled. “Has your mother ever actually met you?” he asked.

“She thought I’d grow out of my horse phase,” she said. “Dad knew I wouldn’t but Mom never would listen to him. Anyway, I put up with Travis for almost two years. Moved in with him because he complained I didn’t spend enough time with him. And then one night, we were going to go out to the movies. It wasn’t even a good movie, just some dumb action flick he wanted to see because it had explosions and there was a girl with big boobs on the poster. Before we left, I went out to the barn to see how my new horse was. He was a big blue roan gelding I’d bought from a friend who had to move out of state. She called him Blue, which was incredibly boring, but I hadn’t had a chance to pick out a new name for him.” She paused, feeling a hitch in her breathing that promised to turn into sobs at the least provocation. She took a few deep, steadying breaths before she went on.

“He’d been acting a little funny earlier in the day, and I thought he looked colicky. But Travis said he looked fine, it was a warm night, and no wonder the damn horse was a little sweaty, the barn was like an oven. He told me to set up a box fan in the doorway and get ready to go. And I did, because I didn’t want him to get mad.”

She paused again, and Javi bumped her forehead with his own. “Take your time,” he said. She nodded.

“After the movie, Travis wanted to go out with some friends for drinks, even though I wanted to get back and check on Blue. It was close to two by the time we headed home, and he spent the whole drive telling me what a buzzkill I was and could I just shut up about the stupid horses for five minutes. Still, when we got home, I went straight to the barn and Blue was down in his stall, soaking wet and groaning. I ran back inside, called the vet, and then screamed at Travis for making me leave that poor horse alone in pain. He smacked me across the face and said, ‘It’s just a horse, get a grip.’ I went outside to wait for the vet, and when he got there, he said there wasn’t anything he could do except put Blue down. He’d twisted his gut rolling around in the stall. I felt horrible about it. I should have been there to watch him, to keep him from going down, to walk him and call the vet early, while there was still a chance. But I had to listen to Travis.” Tears streamed down her face and she didn’t even attempt to hold them back.

“I went back in the house and told him we’d had to kill Blue, and you know what he said? ‘It would have been cheaper to shoot him.’ Then he told me to come to bed and I just stood there and stared at him. And I went into the bedroom and I packed a bag and I walked out the door and all the way to my parents’ house.”

“Good for you,” Javi said.

“It was a nightmare,” she said. “Mom told me to go back to him, he threatened to sell my other horses if I didn’t get them off his property ASAP, half of my friends told me I was crazy. So when my great uncle died and left me some money, I started looking for property for sale, somewhere away from my mother.”

“And you came here,” Javi said.

“And I came here.” She brushed his hair back from his forehead. “Guess we’re both kind of screwed up, huh?”

“You’re not screwed up,” Javi said quietly. “Your ex-boyfriend’s the one who’s screwed up. Who could even think of hitting you?” He gently traced his finger down the side of her face.

“Thank you,” she said. “And for the record, I don’t think you’re screwed up, just your reaction to what happened. You, Javier Pena, are a good man.”

He huffed. “Oh, honey, you are so wrong about that,” he said. “I’ve done terrible things.”

“But you aren’t doing them any more,” she insisted. “You are a good son to your father, you are amazing with Buster, and … you put up with my bullshit.” She tapped the end of his nose with her fingertip.

He chuckled. “Well, you put up with mine, and I have a whole lot more bullshit than you do,” he said. He sighed. “I should probably get going. I think Dad wants me to help them move some cattle in the morning.”

“Stay,” she said without thinking.

“What?” He looked her in the eye and she held his gaze without blinking.

“I don’t want you to go, Javi,” she said. “I want you to stay with me. Please.” She kissed him, using the tip of her tongue to tease his lips open. “Stay.”

“Are you sure?” he said, his voice husky as he spoke against her mouth.

“Yes,” she said. “I trust you, Javi. I’m ready to jump in with both feet.”

She felt him smile. “Off the deep end,” he said before he kissed her again, this time more fiercely than before. Then he pulled back. “Hold on a sec.” He jumped up, shoved his boots back on and dashed out the door. He was back less than a minute later, the box of condoms from the glove box in his hand. Cassidy laughed.

He held the box up. “I was never a Boy Scout, but my daddy taught me to always be prepared,” he said.

“Might as well keep those here instead of in your truck,” she told him. “You’re not going to be needing them anywhere else, are you?” She gave him a pointed look.

“Nope,” he said, tossing the box onto the coffee table. “Now, where were we?”

“Right about here,” she said, pulling him back onto the couch and climbing into his lap. She could feel her panties already getting wet and there was a definite bulge in his jeans as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She fumbled with his belt buckle, eager to see if he really did need those extra large condoms.

“Easy there,” he chuckled in between kisses. “We’ve got plenty of time.”

“I want you, Javi,” she said, pausing in her attempt to unfasten his pants to grind against his thigh. Oh, god, he felt good.

“I want you, too,” he said. “But let’s not rush. I don’t want to just fuck you, Cassidy. I want to make love to you.” He slid his hand up the back of her shirt and ran his fingertips lightly up and down her spine.

“Fuck me first, then make love,” she said, desperate all of a sudden. Javi grabbed her around the waist and flipped her down on the couch. He undid the button on her jeans and slowly slid the zipper down. She arched her hips toward him.

“Calm down,” he whispered into her ear. He pushed her pants down and then moved her panties aside and slipped a finger between her legs. She gasped as he brushed past her clit and tentatively slid inside her. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You weren’t kidding.”

He added another finger and began circling her clit with his thumb. “Oh, god, Javi,” she panted. “Don’t tease me. I want you inside me.”

“I am inside you,” he said, licking and kissing his way down her throat. He pushed his fingers deeper, hooking them to press against her G-spot. She bucked her hips and squeezed her walls tightly around his fingers. “Fuck!” he cried as she clamped down around him. He pulled his hand out and finished undoing his own pants. He barely had the jeans down before she was tugging at his briefs, releasing his dick from its confinement.

“Holy shit, you weren’t just being conceited,” she said when she saw it. “No wonder that woman at the dance was mad you never called her back.”

“Ha ha,” he said as he fumbled with the condom box. He finally got one out and tore the packet open, then expertly rolled the condom down over his shaft. “You ready?”

“What do you think?” she shot back, spreading her legs as wide as she could with her jeans still around her knees. He shook his head, pulled her jeans all the way off, then her panties. He shed his own pants and underwear, then hovered over her.

“Last chance to back out,” he said, his pupils wide with passion. She reached down, grabbed his dick and guided it toward her vagina. He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said as he pushed into her. She gasped as he filled her, stretching her walls more than they’d ever been stretched before. “You okay?” he asked again.

“Yeah,” she managed to say. “Oh, god, you feel so good inside me.”

“You feel so good around me,” he replied. He pushed a bit more, getting himself firmly seated within her before he pulled back just a bit and then rocked back inside. “So wet, so tight,” he muttered.

Slowly, they began to move together, in and out, his dick sliding easily within her despite his size, thanks to the moisture dripping from her. She didn’t think she’d ever been this wet before, and it was amazing. “Faster,” she urged, and he thrust harder, pulling out just a bit more, then slamming back into her.

Soon, he was pumping away frantically, but he kept a steady rhythm. One hand slipped down so he could touch her clit with his thumb and she nearly came right then and there. She felt his laugh rather than heard it, the sound of their grunts and pants loud enough to disguise it. “Like that?,” he crooned.

“Yeah,” she gasped. “Yeah.” He picked up the pace and she felt him start to falter.

“I’m close,” he panted into her ear. “You need any help?”

“No,” she said. She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her fingers into his ass. “Almost … there.”

He shuddered against her and she arched her back against him. The pressure against her clit sent her over the edge and she cried out his name. “Oh, god, Javi, oh, oh, OH!”

He bit down on her shoulder, stifling his own cry against her shirt. She felt him twitching inside her as he ejaculated and then went limp on top of her. He lay there panting for a moment, then pulled out and peeled off the condom.

“Oh, my god,” she said, watching him look around for somewhere to toss it. “That … that was … oh my god, Javi.”

He chuckled. “And that was just the fucking,” he said. He stood up, walked over to the wastebasket near the kitchen door and then swaggered back. “Time for the love making.” He held out his hand and helped her stand. She felt absolutely filthy, her thighs sticky from the flood of discharge from her orgasm. “Where’s the bedroom?,” he asked.

“Through there,” she said, pointing down the hall.

“Then let’s go,” Javi said. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor next to his jeans. Cassidy laughed.

“Oh, god, I didn’t even take my bra off,” she said giddily. Javi quickly stripped her shirt off and unfastened her bra.

“Like I said,” he said, cupping her breasts in his hands and gently stroking her nipples with his thumbs. “Time for some proper love making.” He kissed her again and she stumbled backwards toward the bedroom. She wasn’t sure she’d survive till morning, but what a way to go.

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