Big fan of Sebastian Stan & Pedro Pascal Love period dramas especially P&P 1995 Hopeless romantic despite my best efforts Newly turned 40 & thriving (kind of) INFJ • HSP
Focusing on writing Joel Miller stories at the moment but would love to start writing other PP characters sometime too!
Joel Miller
Fight or Flight
Synopsis: Shy OC Flora works in the greenhouses and catches the attention of Joel. (This was my first ever fanfic so please be gentle with me!)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
One night only
Synopsis: Maria’s best friend has a one night stand with a mysterious new arrival to Jackson, leading to unexpected consequences
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Epilogue
Second Chances
Synopsis: Enemies to lovers story involving a single mother and her coworker Joel. He has a lucky escape from death and he ends up having amnesia.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue
Speechless
Synopsis: Joel and Ellie take in a new resident to Jackson. She is deeply affected and has lost everything, including her voice. He has a shared history with her because she once was Sarah’s babysitter. Together they help her find herself again.
Pairing: Din Djarin x reader/The Mandalorian x reader
Word Count: 300
Summary: sometimes you wish you could just lie under the stars and steal kisses forever
Author’s Note: This is for day 9 of @societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox Scribbles and the song ‘Somebody that I used to know.” I used the lyric: “but I don’t wanna live that way.” Thank you both for hosting and thank you all so much for reading and sharing! Much love always!🩷🩷🩷Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy🥰
Warnings: kisses and fluff and daydreams
June Jukebox Scribbles Masterlist
Gently the waves kiss the shoreline, illuminated only by the moon’s glow and the twinkling stars above. You lie in Djarin’s arms on a tattered blanket strewn across the top of the Razor Crest, Grogu sleeping soundly an arm’s length away, curled up with his crumbs of cookie.
Djarin’s helmet sits just next to his head, and you savor every moment of having his face free of it, tracing the strong line of his jaw with your fingertips to following it soft kisses.
Angling his face closer, you press another kiss to his skin, this one closer to his mouth then raise yourself up slightly, kissing just below his ear before moving down the strong column of his throat.
When you stop he opens his eyes, finding you gazing down at him.
“What?” he says gruffly, lips curving upward.
“I could get used to this,” you whisper.
He takes your hand in his, bringing your knuckles to his mouth where he tenderly brushes his lips across each.
“I wish we could stay,” he says, pulling you closer.
You roll on top of him, adjusting yourself against the hard planes of his armor. “We should.”
He sighs and brushes his thumb across your cheek. “Not yet sweetheart. We still have to make sure Grogu continues training and that means traveling.”
“But I don’t wanna live that way,” you nearly whine. “I want this.”
And then you kiss him, palms cupping his face and he release a contented sigh, his hands traveling over every dip and curve of your body.
“You don’t play fair,” he murmurs against your lips.
Before you can give him a cheeky retort he rolls you over, claiming the kiss so you feel it from the place where your lips meet to the tips of your curling toes.
One of the most interesting parts of the exhibition featuring costumes from Pride and Prejudice (1995) was the chance to see tiny details that were included not even necessarily for the benefit of the audience at home (as they're too small to be properly seen or worn for such a short amount of time you wouldn't notice) but because the people who made the adaptation truly cared about those details.
The absolute highlight for me was this lovely detail on the fob of Mr Darcy's pocket watch on his wedding outfit... (fair warning that this might make you melt):
Can you see that little silver charm? It's the shape of a heart!
Quote from the information card next to it:
Mr Darcy's outfit is very fine, but restrained and tasteful in style, just like him. On his fob, attached to his waist, is a filigree heart. Perhaps his only nod towards whimsy.
I think this is almost too lovely for words. I love it SO much. It's a beautiful detail and I think it's perfect for his character. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it... it's ridiculously sweet.
I've been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.
And may one dare ask whose are the eyes that inspired these reflections?
Miss Elizabeth Bennet's.
—Mr. Darcy + Miss Bingley, Pride and Prejudice (1995), Episode 1
Elizabeth encounters something unexpected and shocking in the gardens of Pemberley
Inspired by this post and made for @janeuary-month Day 1: Garden. This one is slightly less stupid than the Darcy version I made, but still very silly. Enjoy!
Alan Grant and Ellie Sattler encounter something breathtaking in the gardens of Pemberley
Inspired by this post and made for @janeuary-month Day 1: Garden. Is this the stupidest thing I've ever made? Probably. But does it make me laugh every time I watch it. Yes. Enjoy!
Just me overanalyzing all the places Javier Peña would absolutely fuck someone and why each one says something different about him. From kitchen counters to late night bed sex, this somehow turned into a full character study of how emotionally repressed men show affection through sex.
WARNINGS: 18+ obviously, smut, horny behavior, mentions of javi's big cock, kinda domestic javi vibe
Okay but let’s break this down for a second. Because I know y’all probably think I’m about to start with his living room couch, right? But no. I actually think there are WAY more spots in Javi’s apartment where this man likes to fuck. And honestly not just in the apartment either.
Kitchen
I just KNOW Javier is the kind of man who’d invite you over for a drink. He pours it for you in the kitchen, hands you the glass… and you end up sitting on the counter because why the hell not. You’re talking, laughing, just hanging out while Javi slowly drinks from his own glass and watches you the whole time. The way you talk. The way you smile. And then suddenly you realize he’s really fucking close. Leaning toward you. Staring at your lips. You stop talking.
And he almost looks like he’s in a trance when he slowly slides one hand between your knees and gently pushes them apart. Still watching your reaction the entire time, making sure he’s not crossing a line because let’s be honest, that man isn’t a fucking creep and he absolutely cares about consent!
But then he notices the way your body reacts. The way you shake a little under his touch. The way you clearly don’t wanna stop at just talking anymore. So he moves even closer between your thighs. Pushes your dress up slightly and slips his hand into your panties. At first he just touches you. Slow. Feeling around, getting you worked up on purpose.
And by that point your breathing is already uneven, so you carefully put your half-finished drink farther down the counter before you accidentally knock it over. Then you lean toward him while he’s practically pressed against you and whisper in his ear that you want him.
And for Javi? That’s the signal. Especially when he can already feel how wet you are. So he slides his fingers into you and fuck, that man knows EXACTLY what he’s doing. Where to touch you. How much pressure to use. When to slow down and when to speed up. Like he’s fully aware of how easily he can make you fall apart under his hands.
And after he’s gotten you properly worked up with his fingers, then comes the part you’ve both been thinking about the whole damn time. Him. And his big cock. And trust me, Javier Peña is not gentle when he finally takes you right there on that kitchen counter. He doesn’t bother carrying you to the bedroom or moving this to the couch first. Nope. He just fucks you right there, hard enough to make the counter shake a little while he keeps one hand tangled in your hair. Not rough enough to hurt, just enough to tilt your head back so he can get at your neck because yes, that man is absolutely a neck biter.
Shower
Yeah. Javi definitely likes shower sex. It’s wet everywhere, messy as hell, and hot. His hands keep slipping over your skin while he soaps you up, and trust me, that man does not miss a single inch of your body. He’s thorough. Especially when it comes to your tits. Pretty sure he suddenly finds it VERY important to make sure they’re properly covered in soap.
Of course, you don’t keep your hands to yourself either. You start washing him too. Running your hands over his neck, his chest… and when your palms slowly move lower across his stomach, you literally feel his breathing hitch under your touch. He looks down at you for a second, squeezes one of your breasts softly in his hand.
But you keep going lower. And the second your soapy hands wrap around his cock, you feel him get even harder in your grip. Not that you have to try very hard. Javier’s a visual man. He already likes the sight of you standing there naked and soaked in front of him, touching him, letting him touch you, so he’s been hard for a while already.
You stroke him a few times, slowly running your hand along him, thumb brushing over the exposed tip, and that man is completely fucked after that. He turns you around fast, pressing your back against his chest while he leans down close to your ear and quietly tells you to put your hands against the tiles.
And you do. You let him do whatever he wants with you.
His hands slide over your breasts, your stomach, before one arm pulls you tighter against him. You can feel his hard cock pressing against your ass while he fingers you slowly from behind.
And when you start squirming under his hands, he just quietly warns you: “Don’t move, princesa…” or something like that because yeah… Javi likes control. And in the shower, when you’re falling apart under his hands, he wants every bit of it.
But he’s not trying to make you come from his fingers tonight. So after a while he pulls them out, kisses your neck for a moment, palms all over your body, playing with your breasts while he keeps you there whining and desperate, not knowing if he’s actually gonna keep going or not.
And when you finally beg him because you can’t fucking take it anymore, arching your ass back against him to give him better access, he mutters a quiet curse in Spanish before finally pushing his cock into your pussy. His hands grip your hips while he fucks you under the hot water. Hard. Fast. But every now and then he slows down just enough to drag it out. Because tonight? He wants to hear you beg for him.
Couch
And yes, we finally got to the couch. Honestly there’s not even that much to say here. The couch is just one of Javi’s favorite convenient options. Like… imagine you’re watching a movie together or just laying there talking. And obviously it turns into sex. Because movie night with Javier Peña is NEVER just movie night. It always somehow turns into fucking too.
At first it starts innocent. Him pulling you closer against him little by little. His hand resting on your thigh before slowly sliding higher and higher between them. Testing you a little. Seeing if you’re into it too, if you want him just as much. Not that Javi’s some desperate sex pest, oh god NO. That man loves sex. Loves having a lot of sex too, yes. But he’s still respectful about it. Always paying attention to you first. But let’s be honest here… Javier Peña is really fucking hard to resist. Living with that man would probably feel like permanent ovulation that never ends. Actually no, it gets WORSE the more he’s around, so eventually you probably end up needing the sex more than he does.
Anyway. The couch is comfortable for him. He’s got his favorite afghan blanket there, yes, the S1E2 afghan blanket, and he likes fucking there because it can be both rough and comfortable at the same time. Sometimes exactly like we saw with Helena in Narcos. But honestly? I think he likes it even more when he’s sitting down and you’re riding him.
Not because he’s lazy. Not because it’s easier. But because then you control the pace. And he gets to just sit there and watch you bounce on his cock, watch the way you take him, the way your body reacts to him. And he’s deep too. Javi LOVES being deep inside you. Plus he gets to look right into your eyes the whole time. Hands all over your back, your waist, your thighs. It feels more intimate to him that way.
And honestly? I don’t think he’d fuck just anybody like that. With Helena or random hookups it’d probably stay more like the Narcos couch scene. Hot, messy, fast. But softer, more domestic Javi? That man LOVES when you climb into his lap and ride him with his hands all over you. And when he finally comes with those loud groans slipping out of him, he’s got perfect access to your neck and collarbones so he can bite and kiss all over the spots he’s obsessed with.
Car
Yeah, you heard me right. The car. And not because Javi’s some horny teenager who can’t fuck anywhere else. But because sometimes neither of you can wait that long. You or him. Or honestly both of you. Like after a bar or dinner where, according to Javi, the waiter was looking at you a little too obviously for his liking.
And sure, ideally he’d wanna “punish” you for it later in bed or maybe in the shower like I already said above… but let’s be honest. Just imagining it already has him half hard behind the steering wheel, so at that point there’s really no saving either of you anymore.
Yeah, climbing into the backseat feels kinda ridiculous at first. Knees everywhere, awkward positioning for two seconds. But then Javi just casually pushes your panties aside like he’s done this a hundred times before, pulls you onto his lap and doesn’t waste a second before guiding you down on his cock. And fuck… the second you sink down onto him, you can already feel his hips pushing back up against you. He doesn’t wanna give you full control now. Not completely. Javi likes being active too much for that. But there’s only so many positions you can manage in the backseat of a car before somebody breaks a fucking leg. Still… it works! Especially because once you’re both moving together, sweaty and desperate in the cramped backseat, it honestly just makes it hotter.
And let’s be real here… I lowkey think part of Javi likes the risk too. Not in a reckless way, but the thought that someone could catch you? The tinted windows fogging up while he’s fucking you in the backseat? Yeah. That definitely does something to him. Especially when you start trying to stay quiet and fail miserably.
At some point he slides one hand between your bodies, finds your clit with his fingers while his cock keeps thrusting deep inside you, and suddenly it’s way too much all at once. And after a while, once he’s got you shaking and coming around him from both his cock and his fingers, you’re practically falling apart in his lap while you clamp down hard around him just as he groans and comes inside you.
And honestly? You both already know this was only round one. Round two’s waiting at home. Probably in that shower.
Bed
Classic. But for Javi? Definitely not boring. The thing is, he doesn’t fuck just anybody in his bed. Hookups stay on the couch. Maybe the kitchen if things get heated enough. But the bed? That’s for the more domestic kind of sex. The kind that only happens once he trusts you enough to actually be vulnerable around you. That’s where the more intimate positions come in. Classic missionary. Spooning sex too, and honestly that one feels VERY personal with Javi.
Sometimes when he really wants to get deep, he’ll throw your legs over his shoulders during missionary and pull your ass up toward him so he can fuck into you deeper. And he LOVES it like that. Deep inside you, full view of your body underneath him, while his fingers are still rubbing your clit at the same time. Honestly that combination is heaven for him. The visual part of it. The sounds you make. Feeling your body react under him while he watches you completely fall apart.
And I fully believe Javier LOVES late night sex too. Like waking up in the middle of the night while the fan hums softly somewhere in the room and he can feel your body beside him under the sheets. At first he doesn’t even mean to wake you up. He just wants the closeness. So he starts moving against you a little. Touching you. Sleepy kisses against your shoulder, your neck, your back. Hands slowly wandering over your body until eventually you wake up anyway because there’s absolutely no way you’d sleep through Javier Peña touching you like that. And because it’s him, resisting never really lasts long. So either he slowly rolls you onto your back and settles himself between your thighs again… or you climb on top of him yourself and sink down onto his cock like this was your idea all along and not exactly what he wanted from the second he woke up hard next to you.
If we had a nickel for every time Colin Firth played a posh and repressed British character named 'Darcy' who openly swoons at their love interest, we'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird godsent that it happened twice
