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mellowswriting · 4 days
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i would like to apologize in advance for who i'm about to become when Hozier's new song comes out 💀 he's only shared like four lines and I can already tell it's so Joel Miller coded oh my GOD
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mellowswriting · 10 days
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Um.
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mellowswriting · 21 days
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Okay okay,
this smutty idea has been plaguing my mind but imagine Ghoap x you but Simon gets a bit frustrated at how noisy you and Johnny are so he roughly grabs your hair and makes you kiss Johnny so you’ll both quiet down (please ignore if you don’t feel comfortable writing!)
content || SMUT, threesome, unprotected p in v sex, oral, multiple orgasms, dom/sub undertones, dom!Simon x sub!reader x sub!Johnny
a/n || no one look at me this is FILTHY lmao
sinful sunday
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It’s nearly three in the morning. Simon has been working the two of you over for hours. He couldn’t tell you just how many orgasms he’s put you through, even before he bullied his fat cock into your pussy. At least once with his tongue, maybe two more with his fingers and tongue together. You deserve each and every one of them. You’ve been such a good girl for him, so obedient and patient over the last few days since he’s been able to fuck you silly. 
Johnny, though? He’s been bad, too whiny and desperate. Pawing at him in every waking moment. Begging for the chance to get his cock wet. Trying to lure you into his bad behavior with those begging eyes and his persuasive tongue. 
This is his punishment. Simon made him watch every second of your reward. He snapped at Johnny the moment he palmed himself over his pants, growling at him to keep his hands off of his needy cock. The poor man had to shove his hands beneath his thighs to resist the temptation. Simon doesn’t make it easy for him. He makes the man lay next to you as Simon eats you out. He makes him kneel beside you as you take his cock in your mouth. 
But this… Even Simon has to admit that this is cruel. 
Johnny’s cock leaks against his belly as Simon fucks you, your knees straddling the Scot’s hips and your hands braced on either side of his head. Tempting him with the very thing Simon won’t let him have. Johnny takes his punishment with wide dopey eyes and desperate little groans, but his hand hasn’t wrapped around his cock once. 
Every slow, measured thrust forces broken little sounds from your throat. Those sounds soothe some prowling beast that lingers in his chest. Simon loves just how good you take him, how sweet you cry his name. But the two of you together, his two desperate little sluts, are making too much fucking noise. By now, the entire building knows what's happening in this little room. 
“You two need to shut the fuck up.” He hisses. Simon grabs a fistful of your hair and shoves you down onto your forearms. “Go on, Johnny boy. Shut her up and maybe I’ll let you come.” 
A desperate sound cleaves through Johnny, one that’s quickly muffled by his plush lips. Molten pleasure slithers down his spine at the sight. You cling to him, feeding each other little moans and whimpers. He can’t help but quicken his pace, his hands on your hips as he fucks you in short, brutal strokes. Ever dutiful, Johnny quiets your cries with his lips and tongue. Simon drapes himself over you, his chest flush with your back. 
“Go on, Johnny,” Simon grunts out. “Touch her. Make that pretty pussy come around my cock.” 
Simon can feel the moment Johnny’s nimble fingers find your clit. Your cunt spasms around him, choking his cock until it feels impossible to pull out. It doesn’t matter - he wasn’t planning on it, anyway. Every thrust sends wetness gushing against his thighs until you finally come with a cry that Johnny drinks right from the cup of your mouth. Simon can’t help but follow soon after, his cum adding to the messy mix between your thighs. 
It isn’t until Simon leans back to make good on his promise that he sees Johnny’s stomach covered in his own cum.
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mellowswriting · 21 days
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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
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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
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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”
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mellowswriting · 21 days
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stop this is so sweet???? I could just -
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How about slow, sweaty, make up sex with Din Djarin! Thank you!
a real apology
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pairing || Din Djarin x f!Reader
word count || ~ 900
summary || sweet, slow makeup sex
content || SMUT, unprotected p in v sex, din is whipped, fluff, no use of Y/N, unbeta'd (all mistakes are my own, and probably thanks to the tequila tbh)
a/n || I got progressively more drunk as I wrote this, so... enjoy!
Din Masterlist | Main Masterlist
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You have no idea how long Din has had you like this - pinned beneath the heft of his body, your thighs shaking as his fingers and tongue coax yet another orgasm from you. He moans against you as he feels it hit. Your back arches, your nails dig into his scalp, and you cry his name so sweetly he damn near finishes right then and there. It feels like you’re floating, your body and soul detached under his talented touch. He doesn’t stop until you push his head away. Even then, he just occupies his mouth by trailing wet, sloppy kisses along your thigh. Goosebumps follow the brush of his stubble. 
Those dark eyes stare up at you, his pupils dilated as he takes in the vision you make beneath him. He can’t get enough of you. It’s been too long - damn near a week without those soft words and sweet touches he has grown so addicted to. It was stupid, a silly argument about a bounty of all things. Din knew almost immediately that he was in the wrong. Pride caught the apology he owed you between his teeth. 
None of that matters, now. Not when he’s searing his repentance into your body with every touch. 
“Have you forgiven me yet?” He asks before he presses a kiss to your navel. You hum a contemplative sound as he works his way up your body. The air is thick with the scent of sex, something he’s missed more than he realized. Your skin shimmers with sweat and Din just can’t stop himself. The flat of his tongue drags up your sternum. He just can’t get enough of your taste, even as you squirm beneath him. 
“I think you’re getting there.” You finally sigh, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and pulling his body flush against yours. The closeness settles that restless, agitated animal that has paced in his chest all week. Din leans closer, his arms bracketing your head, and he kisses you. It’s soft and sweet despite the way his cock throbs against your thigh. Your warmth soaks into him, bare skin against bare skin. As your hands cup his face, only one thought runs through his head. 
The only place in the universe he truly belongs to is in your arms. 
“Mmm…” You hum against his lips. “Definitely getting there.” 
Din can’t help but chuckle at that cheeky stubbornness he’s come to love. He drags his lips across your throat, reveling in the way your sass melts into a heady sigh. Your hands skirt down the planes of his back and settle on his ass with a playful squeeze. 
“C’mon, Djarin.” There’s an edge of demand in your tone, a little desperation. “Show me how sorry you really are.” 
That’s all it takes for him to sink into you with one devastating roll of his hips. All words slip away at the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him. Din presses you into the soft mattress, pinned beneath his full weight as if to keep you there forever. As if you would ever dream of going anywhere. The pace he sets is slow, a steady rock of his hips that leaves you wrecked beneath him. Your nails dig into his back, pulling him impossibly closer. 
“I’ve got you,” The whisper is soaked in affection and longing, a promise he always intends to keep. Din presses his forehead against yours, his dark eyes wide as he greedily consumes the sight of you. So pliant and vulnerable, consumed by the feeling only he can pull from you. 
Your eyes flutter and roll as he arches his hips just so, dragging against that sensitive spot until you shake. The angle lets him grind against your clit. He doesn’t let up, far too insatiable for the feeling of you falling apart under his touch. You’re so sensitive, so responsive to everything he gives you. Every sweet sound he pulls from you only makes him want more. It drives him fucking wild. 
“Don’t stop,” Your whispered plea slithers down his spine and pools in his belly, pure warmth and need searing into his very DNA. He has to bury his face in your neck. The way you look, all strung out and cockdrunk, threatens to end this far too soon. Your fingers dig into his hair as he works you closer to another devastating orgasm. “Oh, fuck -” 
A broken growl rips from his chest as you fall apart for him. He swears this is the closest he’ll ever get to nirvana in this damned life - the sound of you crying out his name, the wet gush of your cunt wetting his thighs, the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him. He follows after you only a beat after. His teeth dig into your shoulder as he buries himself to the hilt, stuffing you full of his cock as he spills inside you. 
The air fills with the sound of heavy breathing as you both come down, your bodies still entwined with one another. An atmosphere of peace settles around you like a thick, warm blanket. The way he melts into you only adds to that feeling. It’s impossible to tell just how long the two of you stay like this - so wrapped up in each other that you can’t tell who begins where. Neither of you wants to break that peace. His lips find that sweet spot over your pulse.
“I am sorry, cyare.” Din murmurs between short, sweet kisses. “Truly.” 
“I know.” You whisper. Your fingers drag through his messy mop of curls, scratching his scalp until he turns into a purring beast above you. “I forgive you.”
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mellowswriting · 21 days
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How about slow, sweaty, make up sex with Din Djarin! Thank you!
a real apology
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pairing || Din Djarin x f!Reader
word count || ~ 900
summary || sweet, slow makeup sex
content || SMUT, unprotected p in v sex, din is whipped, fluff, no use of Y/N, unbeta'd (all mistakes are my own, and probably thanks to the tequila tbh)
a/n || I got progressively more drunk as I wrote this, so... enjoy!
Din Masterlist | Main Masterlist
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You have no idea how long Din has had you like this - pinned beneath the heft of his body, your thighs shaking as his fingers and tongue coax yet another orgasm from you. He moans against you as he feels it hit. Your back arches, your nails dig into his scalp, and you cry his name so sweetly he damn near finishes right then and there. It feels like you’re floating, your body and soul detached under his talented touch. He doesn’t stop until you push his head away. Even then, he just occupies his mouth by trailing wet, sloppy kisses along your thigh. Goosebumps follow the brush of his stubble. 
Those dark eyes stare up at you, his pupils dilated as he takes in the vision you make beneath him. He can’t get enough of you. It’s been too long - damn near a week without those soft words and sweet touches he has grown so addicted to. It was stupid, a silly argument about a bounty of all things. Din knew almost immediately that he was in the wrong. Pride caught the apology he owed you between his teeth. 
None of that matters, now. Not when he’s searing his repentance into your body with every touch. 
“Have you forgiven me yet?” He asks before he presses a kiss to your navel. You hum a contemplative sound as he works his way up your body. The air is thick with the scent of sex, something he’s missed more than he realized. Your skin shimmers with sweat and Din just can’t stop himself. The flat of his tongue drags up your sternum. He just can’t get enough of your taste, even as you squirm beneath him. 
“I think you’re getting there.” You finally sigh, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and pulling his body flush against yours. The closeness settles that restless, agitated animal that has paced in his chest all week. Din leans closer, his arms bracketing your head, and he kisses you. It’s soft and sweet despite the way his cock throbs against your thigh. Your warmth soaks into him, bare skin against bare skin. As your hands cup his face, only one thought runs through his head. 
The only place in the universe he truly belongs to is in your arms. 
“Mmm…” You hum against his lips. “Definitely getting there.” 
Din can’t help but chuckle at that cheeky stubbornness he’s come to love. He drags his lips across your throat, reveling in the way your sass melts into a heady sigh. Your hands skirt down the planes of his back and settle on his ass with a playful squeeze. 
“C’mon, Djarin.” There’s an edge of demand in your tone, a little desperation. “Show me how sorry you really are.” 
That’s all it takes for him to sink into you with one devastating roll of his hips. All words slip away at the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him. Din presses you into the soft mattress, pinned beneath his full weight as if to keep you there forever. As if you would ever dream of going anywhere. The pace he sets is slow, a steady rock of his hips that leaves you wrecked beneath him. Your nails dig into his back, pulling him impossibly closer. 
“I’ve got you,” The whisper is soaked in affection and longing, a promise he always intends to keep. Din presses his forehead against yours, his dark eyes wide as he greedily consumes the sight of you. So pliant and vulnerable, consumed by the feeling only he can pull from you. 
Your eyes flutter and roll as he arches his hips just so, dragging against that sensitive spot until you shake. The angle lets him grind against your clit. He doesn’t let up, far too insatiable for the feeling of you falling apart under his touch. You’re so sensitive, so responsive to everything he gives you. Every sweet sound he pulls from you only makes him want more. It drives him fucking wild. 
“Don’t stop,” Your whispered plea slithers down his spine and pools in his belly, pure warmth and need searing into his very DNA. He has to bury his face in your neck. The way you look, all strung out and cockdrunk, threatens to end this far too soon. Your fingers dig into his hair as he works you closer to another devastating orgasm. “Oh, fuck -” 
A broken growl rips from his chest as you fall apart for him. He swears this is the closest he’ll ever get to nirvana in this damned life - the sound of you crying out his name, the wet gush of your cunt wetting his thighs, the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him. He follows after you only a beat after. His teeth dig into your shoulder as he buries himself to the hilt, stuffing you full of his cock as he spills inside you. 
The air fills with the sound of heavy breathing as you both come down, your bodies still entwined with one another. An atmosphere of peace settles around you like a thick, warm blanket. The way he melts into you only adds to that feeling. It’s impossible to tell just how long the two of you stay like this - so wrapped up in each other that you can’t tell who begins where. Neither of you wants to break that peace. His lips find that sweet spot over your pulse.
“I am sorry, cyare.” Din murmurs between short, sweet kisses. “Truly.” 
“I know.” You whisper. Your fingers drag through his messy mop of curls, scratching his scalp until he turns into a purring beast above you. “I forgive you.”
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mellowswriting · 22 days
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it's spring break (finally) which means i'm so very tempted to bring back our beloved sinful sunday (monday edition)
y'all know how this works! requests are open for any character on my masterlist.
if you've had an idea you've been aching for, send me an ask and you get a drabble in return!
i cannot wait to jump into this. i've missed all of you and the sin bin so much
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mellowswriting · 22 days
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How about slow, sweaty, make up sex with Din Djarin! Thank you!
a real apology
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pairing || Din Djarin x f!Reader
word count || ~ 900
summary || sweet, slow makeup sex
content || SMUT, unprotected p in v sex, din is whipped, fluff, no use of Y/N, unbeta'd (all mistakes are my own, and probably thanks to the tequila tbh)
a/n || I got progressively more drunk as I wrote this, so... enjoy!
Din Masterlist | Main Masterlist
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You have no idea how long Din has had you like this - pinned beneath the heft of his body, your thighs shaking as his fingers and tongue coax yet another orgasm from you. He moans against you as he feels it hit. Your back arches, your nails dig into his scalp, and you cry his name so sweetly he damn near finishes right then and there. It feels like you’re floating, your body and soul detached under his talented touch. He doesn’t stop until you push his head away. Even then, he just occupies his mouth by trailing wet, sloppy kisses along your thigh. Goosebumps follow the brush of his stubble. 
Those dark eyes stare up at you, his pupils dilated as he takes in the vision you make beneath him. He can’t get enough of you. It’s been too long - damn near a week without those soft words and sweet touches he has grown so addicted to. It was stupid, a silly argument about a bounty of all things. Din knew almost immediately that he was in the wrong. Pride caught the apology he owed you between his teeth. 
None of that matters, now. Not when he’s searing his repentance into your body with every touch. 
“Have you forgiven me yet?” He asks before he presses a kiss to your navel. You hum a contemplative sound as he works his way up your body. The air is thick with the scent of sex, something he’s missed more than he realized. Your skin shimmers with sweat and Din just can’t stop himself. The flat of his tongue drags up your sternum. He just can’t get enough of your taste, even as you squirm beneath him. 
“I think you’re getting there.” You finally sigh, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and pulling his body flush against yours. The closeness settles that restless, agitated animal that has paced in his chest all week. Din leans closer, his arms bracketing your head, and he kisses you. It’s soft and sweet despite the way his cock throbs against your thigh. Your warmth soaks into him, bare skin against bare skin. As your hands cup his face, only one thought runs through his head. 
The only place in the universe he truly belongs to is in your arms. 
“Mmm…” You hum against his lips. “Definitely getting there.” 
Din can’t help but chuckle at that cheeky stubbornness he’s come to love. He drags his lips across your throat, reveling in the way your sass melts into a heady sigh. Your hands skirt down the planes of his back and settle on his ass with a playful squeeze. 
“C’mon, Djarin.” There’s an edge of demand in your tone, a little desperation. “Show me how sorry you really are.” 
That’s all it takes for him to sink into you with one devastating roll of his hips. All words slip away at the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him. Din presses you into the soft mattress, pinned beneath his full weight as if to keep you there forever. As if you would ever dream of going anywhere. The pace he sets is slow, a steady rock of his hips that leaves you wrecked beneath him. Your nails dig into his back, pulling him impossibly closer. 
“I’ve got you,” The whisper is soaked in affection and longing, a promise he always intends to keep. Din presses his forehead against yours, his dark eyes wide as he greedily consumes the sight of you. So pliant and vulnerable, consumed by the feeling only he can pull from you. 
Your eyes flutter and roll as he arches his hips just so, dragging against that sensitive spot until you shake. The angle lets him grind against your clit. He doesn’t let up, far too insatiable for the feeling of you falling apart under his touch. You’re so sensitive, so responsive to everything he gives you. Every sweet sound he pulls from you only makes him want more. It drives him fucking wild. 
“Don’t stop,” Your whispered plea slithers down his spine and pools in his belly, pure warmth and need searing into his very DNA. He has to bury his face in your neck. The way you look, all strung out and cockdrunk, threatens to end this far too soon. Your fingers dig into his hair as he works you closer to another devastating orgasm. “Oh, fuck -” 
A broken growl rips from his chest as you fall apart for him. He swears this is the closest he’ll ever get to nirvana in this damned life - the sound of you crying out his name, the wet gush of your cunt wetting his thighs, the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him. He follows after you only a beat after. His teeth dig into your shoulder as he buries himself to the hilt, stuffing you full of his cock as he spills inside you. 
The air fills with the sound of heavy breathing as you both come down, your bodies still entwined with one another. An atmosphere of peace settles around you like a thick, warm blanket. The way he melts into you only adds to that feeling. It’s impossible to tell just how long the two of you stay like this - so wrapped up in each other that you can’t tell who begins where. Neither of you wants to break that peace. His lips find that sweet spot over your pulse.
“I am sorry, cyare.” Din murmurs between short, sweet kisses. “Truly.” 
“I know.” You whisper. Your fingers drag through his messy mop of curls, scratching his scalp until he turns into a purring beast above you. “I forgive you.”
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mellowswriting · 22 days
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it's spring break (finally) which means i'm so very tempted to bring back our beloved sinful sunday (monday edition)
y'all know how this works! requests are open for any character on my masterlist.
if you've had an idea you've been aching for, send me an ask and you get a drabble in return!
i cannot wait to jump into this. i've missed all of you and the sin bin so much
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mellowswriting · 22 days
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it's spring break (finally) which means i'm so very tempted to bring back our beloved sinful sunday (monday edition)
y'all know how this works! requests are open for any character on my masterlist.
if you've had an idea you've been aching for, send me an ask and you get a drabble in return!
i cannot wait to jump into this. i've missed all of you and the sin bin so much
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mellowswriting · 22 days
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it's spring break (finally) which means i'm so very tempted to bring back our beloved sinful sunday (monday edition)
y'all know how this works! requests are open for any character on my masterlist.
if you've had an idea you've been aching for, send me an ask and you get a drabble in return!
i cannot wait to jump into this. i've missed all of you and the sin bin so much
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mellowswriting · 22 days
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i'm tequila drunk, so y'all know what that means
i'm making pasta and writing about how much I want din djarin to RAIL ME -
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mellowswriting · 24 days
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no one:
pedro:
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mellowswriting · 1 month
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there's nothing quite like writing out a thousand word fic outline for an idea you've been desperate to write for months, but could never quite figure out the execution
all at 2am too 😮‍💨
y'all hungry for some feral!Joel? i know i am 🥵
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mellowswriting · 1 month
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oh my GOD this has me -
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truly one of the best characterizations of Joel I've ever read. to capture this man so well in a short drabble is nothing short of magic.
I just wanna sink my teeth into him oh my GOD
Han okay hear me out.. [disclaimer please be responsible] pussy blinded joel, just... HAS to fill reader up.. just as to.. they can worry about it later but for now he just needs to see that pretty little thing dripping with his seed.. thank you for coming to my TEDtalk
ok but like
pairing: joel miller x f!reader word count: 500 rating: 18+
warnings: post-outbreak, smut, bad idea unprotected piv, oral (f receiving), masturbation (m), vaginal fingering, dirty talkin' pussy drunk joel miller is back on his bullshit, some thoughts about cum and imaginary creampies (very me tbh), guilt and other such emotions on account of it's joel pov. no use of y/n.
joel turning you over onto your tummy, yanking your hips back so your ass is up, face pressed into his sheets...big hands spreading you open so he can admire your pussy, sighing and achingly hard when he sees how your pretty little hole flutters and drips for him...planting wet kisses there just so he can feel you against his mouth, so warm and soft and inviting.
how can he help himself from wrapping a hand around his cock? to squeeze and stroke and pretend he's actually worthy of your cunt?
but then he pushes his tongue inside you, darts it in and out of that perfect fucking hole in time with the steady pumps of his fist around his cock and you whine and squirm as slick coats his chin and moustache and jesus christ he's going to go crazy if he doesn't fuck you right now.
he groans but it's a tortured sound - agonized - because he can't - he shouldn't. instead, he sinks one thick finger into the heat of your pussy, watching the digit disappear inside you, watching you stretch and drip around him, watching you just - take it.
you're so goddamn perfect. he squeezes his throbbing length tighter, imagines the tight clench of your pussy around him as he adds a second finger and feels precum bead at his slit at the sight.
he wants his cum all over you. wants it painted across your back and your face and your lips and your ass. he wants it inside you, marking the deepest parts of you, just so he can watch it leaking out of you.
he can't.
this could be enough anyway. your desperate little whines and your cunt swallowing his fingers, his fist around his cock, pumping pumping pumping. already he's close, that warm coil of climax building somewhere deep in his guts. only then you push your hips back, take his fingers deeper and begin to fuck yourself on them in search of more, and with a ravenous, animalistic growl, his resolve shatters in an instant.
"fuck," he groans, long and low, pulling his fingers free and dropping his cock to grip your sides, burying his face into the soaking seam of your cunt. inhaling deeply as though he could drown there.
"goddamnit, i need to fuck this pussy, baby," he rasps, sounding crazed even to his own ears. his hips rock pathetically against the backs of your legs, unconsciously seeking friction. "please...i need to. i fuckin' - i need to come inside you. oh god - fuck, you can tell me no. please tell me no."
you're the only thing that could stop him now, he thinks. but of course you don't deny him. you never do.
"please, joel, please fuck me. come inside me - "
god, he doesn't deserve you. right now, he doesn't care.
the words have barely left your mouth before he's lining himself up with your centre and pressing forward with an appreciative, raucous groan until he's sheathed entirely in your warmth and his chest is sewn to your spine.
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mellowswriting · 2 months
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okay but what if I said I love writing for Joel Miller because I am also southern and love using stupid southern sayings when i write 💀🤠
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mellowswriting · 2 months
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Hi! Do you have particular guidelines for readers that want to request something?
I don't have any guidelines in particular! I just reserve the choice not to write something in particular if it makes me uncomfy :)
feel free to send something in, anon! or you can dm me to ask if I'm okay with the topic, you're always welcome 💛
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