okay here it is, i finally made an edit of my favorite fanfic. i started one months ago, but the project file got corrupted somehow, and it took me forever to restart. anyway, long story short, this fic got me back into fanfiction and introduced me to the big wide world of tumblr... so thank you, kat, for this absolutely beautiful work of art. i hope my little edit does it at least a tiny bit of justice.
fic summary: after being reassigned from colombia to a small town in rural texas, former DEA agent javier peña takes on the role of deputy sheriff to tackle a series of mysterious murders plaguing the community. as rumors swirl about a sacrilegious group lurking in the shadows, tension mounts among the townsfolk. amidst the chaos, javier finds himself drawn to paloma, the sheriff’s daughter, who captivates him not only with her beauty but also with her enchanting performances at a local bar. as javier delves deeper into the investigation, he becomes increasingly entangled in the complexities of the case and his relationship with her. inspired by ethel cain’s album ‘preacher’s daughter,’ javier navigates a web of deceit and intrigue, uncovering shocking truths about the town and its inhabitants.
p.s. ignore the glitches and the end, i didnt know what to do with it.
i did not make this to promote my tiktok or anything lol, but it is posted there too if you want to check it out for any reason.
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if mimi wasn’t in the circumstances she’s now—what do you think she’d be doing career wise? also—do you think she’d want kids (with javi)?
hii bby <3
if mimi wasn't in the situation she's in and her mother was still alive, i think she would've studied english lit. i don't think i've ever talked about it in the fic, but i imagine she read a lot when she was younger to pass the time, which is why her family says that she lives in a fantasy world. she views the world so vividly but is surrounded by so much violence and grief that she's losing that spark.
of course she'd want kids with her man 🤭 once she's safe and got her footing, i think she'd want to settle down.
Authors Note: So this came from me chugging entirely too many energy drinks and then projectile vomiting in Taylors inbox. I'd like to warn
A/n: So this is just me needing to get my thoughts out about one Javier Peña. Pretty much just smut so be warned. The title came from my bestie @karinamay (we're so unserious and she's hilarious).
Javi had only been retired for six months, but being out on the ranch, his ranch, with you was a godsend. The change in pace from Colombia and the DEA was like night and day. No more guns, no more rushing, no more deaths to eat away at his conscience. Through it all, he still had you, and he would be damned if he didn’t keep it that way. Which was why he was currently in the situation he was in, a date. A date that had gone wrong in every way possible, from the restaurant not having your reservation to your food coming out wrong. He was so sure that he’d fucked it all up that he didn’t even notice you looking at him, trying to get his attention. “Javi, it’s fine, I promise.”, you said, reaching for his hand as you both exited the restaurant, “Let’s just go home.” You smirked at him, making him wonder what on earth you were thinking.
You were on him as soon as he kicked the front door shut, kissing him fiercely. Javier’s eyes widened before sliding shut as he groaned into your mouth, arms wrapping tightly around your waist. You grabbed his hand, pulling him up the stairs and into the bedroom with you. The backs of your knees hit the bed and you both tumbled down onto it, his weight on you a welcome pressure. He slid a thigh in between yours, grinding down against you, making you whine. Kissing and nipping at your jawline and neck, he pulled back only to pull your dress up and over your head. Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, and he chuckled as your face scrunched up in frustration before finally succeeding.
Soon, the two of you were completely bare, and Javi started down your body, the usual thing with him. He always loved to be in control, and while usually that was something you were more than okay with, you wanted something different tonight. “Baby, wait.”, you murmured, grabbing one of his hands. Javi looked up at you through hooded eyes, cocking an eyebrow at you. “Wanna ride you”, you confessed, eyes looking anywhere but at him. His breath stuttered as he considered it. Your sex life had never been stagnant, but he was always in control; it had been that way since the two of you had met. But now, the thought of you on top, sliding up and down his cock, was almost too much to bear and he groaned into your stomach. He moved up to lay beside you, hands never straying far from you. You rolled over on top of him, silencing any noises with a fiery kiss. Grinding down against his cock as it slid through your folds was the closest thing to heaven either of you would get to in this life.
You grasped his cock, pumping your hand up and down it a few times before lining it up with your entrance. You both gasped as you slid down onto it, finally bottoming out; the stretch always felt like just this side of too much, but so was everything with Javier. You panted, leaning forward on him to meet his lips before straightening back up. You started to move your hips, slowly at first, just grinding down against him really. Javi groaned, hands coming to rest on your hips as he struggled not to give in, flip you over, and pound into you. When you started to rise up and down on his cock, his grip tightened until you were sure you’d have bruises later. You alternated your pace back and forth between slow grinds and bouncing up and down, drawing out the pleasure for as long as you could. His eyes were closed, mouth slightly open as a whine was drawn from his throat. “Fuck, cariño. You feel so fucking good on my cock.”, he groaned, a hand trailing up your spine. You were close, so close as whines and moans spilled from your mouth, but you were determined for him to cum first for once. “C’mon Javi, I know you’re close.”, you murmured, hands braced on his solid chest as you moved your hips faster.
Javi could feel himself coming undone, and his first instinct was to make sure you came first. However, it didn’t seem like you were interested in that tonight. You bounced up and down on his cock, making sure to take all of him in every time. Finally, his hips stuttered and he spilled into you with a guttural groan, ropes of his seed painting your insides. You grinned triumphantly, only for it to falter as his hand made its way to where you were joined and his thumb started to rub circles at your clit. You started grinding your hips again, this time faster and less coordinated as you chased your own high. “C’mon hermosa, come for me. I’ve got you.”, Javi said, smirking up at you as you came undone with a final swipe of his thumb. You leaned forward, resting your head on his chest as you came down slowly. “Fuck, baby. That was fucking amazing.”, he grinned at you as you lifted your head, your own smile mirroring his. “Yeah?”, you answered lazily, slowly rolling off of him with a hiss as he slid out of you. “C’mere cariño. Can’t believe we didn’t try that sooner.”, he muttered, pressing a kiss to your hair as you laid beside him. The two of you were tangled together as you drifted off to sleep, both of you utterly spent.
“What on earth has gotten into you?”, Javi’s dad asked. He eyed his son as he stumbled once more outside. “I um…nothing. I just….hurt myself.”, Javier replied, face turning red as he tried not to remember how you had ridden him last night. He woke up this morning with a soreness in his thighs, and to his dismay, he couldn’t even walk straight. Of course he had agreed to come help his father out on the ranch, and you had tagged along out of boredom. Hearing their conversation, you disguised your sudden bark of laughter as a cough, catching Javi’s eye as your own twinkled with mischief.
FREYA! it’s me @gothcsz and i rannnn to your inbox as soon as i saw your angsty writing challenge post!! i love angst you know this!! pretty please may i get 🍷 with lucien? thank u 🖤
KAT oh my gosh I cannot WAIT to see what you get up to with lucien :,) here's your board - I hope you like it!! <33
if you need a song to get you started (totally optional), how about sound of letting go?
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hola chikita 🖤 for the fanfic writer ask meme: #1, #10, #16 (with the title being OPEN HEARTS [😉] and #18 💫
hii my love 🤍 thank you for the ask!
1 ⧽. if you could sit down and finish any one of your wips without anything stopping you (time, tiredness, etc), which fic would you choose? tell us about it if you want!
the clint fic we talk about from time to time... (4 month old post abt it)
i think about it a lot, i just haven't figured out how to execute it properly. i think it's a little over 3k words rn and they've only just met 🌝
10 ⧽. what genre is generally the easiest or most enjoyable for you to write? which is the hardest?
if i said angst is the easiest... no but seriously i just think that's bc i write it the most. now, smut can suck my dick (pun fully intended) idk how people do that but props to all of you
16 ⧽. if you wrote a fic called [OPEN HEARTS] what character/ship would you want to write it for?
ngl first thing i thought of was a grey's anatomy or the pitt AU. most likely for Frankie with a Derek/Meredith vibe going on, except the reader is in Derek's position of power (this has been on my mind for a whileeee)
18 ⧽. how do you want your writing to feel to your readers?
not to induce pain on anybody but i want them to feel like they’re in the situation im writing. the biggest compliment ive gotten is that my writing is vivid and that genuinely makes me feel like im achieving something with my little stories
i was in the mood to spend literal hours on pinterest and canva, so naturallyyy i made a thoroughfare inspired moodboard. this is only the second time ive made one of these, so ignore the ugly text and other issues if you dont mind <3
PSA: there's a new chapter of thoroughfare out now!!
i haven't read the new part yet, because i fear ill be tempted to start rereading the whole thing, but i will VERY soon. if i do restart the series, my blog will probably become entirely a thoroughfare fanpage (it already is).
imo i think harry wouldn't at first, but his partner keeps asking for it. one night he does it while thrusting in deep, just a light little squeeze and he feels her frantic pulse underneath his fingertips. it sends a thrill through him and he pounds his hips into her until her eyes flutter. then he's backing off and making sure that she's okay.
i don't think he'd personally like being choked but he does like face sitting 🤭 he'd beg for her to put her entire weight on him and ride his face as she pleases. when he doesn't think he'll be able to breathe much longer, he gives her three squeezes on her hips, not only warning her but also saying 'i love you'
