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joel miller x afab reader
summary: after inviting joel to come find you at some bar downtown, you two finally meet. as expected, the best sex of your life quickly follows.
word count: 3.6k (sorry this got away from me)
a/n: thank you so much for the love on this series! it was a lot of fun. hopefully this will help stave off the sunday scaries for just a little bit longer. I had to fight with tumblr and the entire universe to finally get this posted. once again, I feel like I need to make it clear that I can't recommend a lot of this behavior in real life lol. stay safe. sorry about the tag list!!! it won't let me add anyone else??
tags: explicit sexual content (18+), dom!joel and sub!reader, heavy dirty talk, degrading language, joel is a little mean but like in a sexy way, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, a bit of exhibitionism I guess, public play, a bit of bondage too
“Let me buy you a drink.”
By the time you heard those words, spoken in Joel’s low, husky voice, you had already given up hope that he would meet you at the bar. After leaving the bathroom, you had returned to your table so that you could watch the front door like a hawk, feeling your quickened heartbeat. You couldn’t focus on whatever your friends were talking about anymore, ignoring their questions about Joel.
Various men had entered, but they had all been a part of a couple or a group. You began to give up hope, thinking that Joel wasn’t willing to take this whole thing one step further. You wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t show up.
After about thirty minutes of nervously glancing at the door, you’d decided to stop looking for him. You instead went up to the bar, waiting to order a few more drinks for your friends. The bartenders were backed up, though, and you ended up having to take a seat in a corner, while you waited for one to finally spot you.
You were zoned out, absentmindedly watching the bartenders make drinks and wipe up slopped liquor. So, when you finally heard Joel’s voice giving you your first command in person, you were taken completely off guard.
If your heart was beating fast before, it must have stopped beating altogether at that moment. You turned around fast, trying to hide your shock.
And goddamn.
He was beautiful. Even better than your fantasies and those dirty dreams you’d been having about finally meeting up with him. You locked eyes with him, adoring his deep, wide-eyed gaze, tanned skin, and mess of brown hair. He hadn’t lied to you; he had a nice build, with toned, thick arms and a tall frame.
“Fuck me,” you muttered practically involuntarily, shaking your head.
It helped to break the tension, it seemed, and Joel gave an earnest chuckle.
“How did you know it was me?” You asked, beaming at him with excitement.
Joel shrugged. “Found the prettiest girl in the bar and figured it was you.”
You rolled your eyes at him but smiled nevertheless. “Seriously, though, how did you know?”
“Your lips. I’d only ever seen them in that first picture you sent me, but they’re so beautiful I could’ve identified them even without the, uh… even with your mouth empty.”
“Oh, suddenly you’re shy?”
You two shared a smile, and you realized that maybe, despite your big talk online and over the phone, you were both a little shy. You liked watching Joel squirm a little, though, averting his gaze to look down to his boots, clearing his throat.
“I know I’m, uh, you know… I look old. Because I’m old.”
The irony of the situation made you want to laugh. Big dominant man, scared that his imperfect skin texture is going to scare you off.
You reached out, grabbing his hand with yours and holding it up, observing it with a smile. “Just as sexy as in the pictures.”
The small return finally returned to his smile, and he shook his head. “Weirdo.”
“So, um, have you ever been here before?”
He scoffed, looking around. “No… think I’m a bit too old for this place.”
You were happy that none of your friends had decided to get too drunk that night, meaning it was safe enough for you to just offer in a text to pay for their Ubers home. It would be expensive, but you weren’t going to give up your shot at getting fucked in real life by Joel. They were confused, so you told them that a certain Joel from your phone needed your help with something. Luckily, they cheered on your slutty behavior and accepted your offer.
He finally got the attention of a bartender and ordered you both a drink, and it looked like he was finally relaxing. But you could tell he was still uncomfortable and maybe a little insecure. You figured it must’ve been a while since he had his last in-person experience–not much unlike yourself.
If you were going to salvage the night, you realized you were going to have to give a few orders yourself. You decided to start off small, like he would.
“Tell me about your day.”
He gave you a look that made you wonder if he already knew what you were up to. Still, he played along, clearing his throat before giving you a short reply.
“Not too bad. Got way better about an hour ago.”
You smiled at his response, watching him look back into your eyes. “Can I ask you about yours?”
“Same here.”
You looked around the bar for a moment, noticing that your friends had finally left and that the crowd had thinned out a bit. You were both still in the corner, which gave you a bit of privacy that the rest of the bar didn’t necessarily have.
You leaned in closer to him, practically speaking in his ear now.
“Touch me.”
Joel brought his hand to your forearm, gently rubbing your soft skin. It felt nice, but it wasn’t exactly what you had in mind. You just made a small ‘tsk’ noise, shaking your head.
“Dream bigger,” you whispered, grabbing his hand and placing it on your knee, exposed thanks to the short dress you were wearing.
Joel seemed to be gaining confidence, the nervousness in his eyes looking as though it had been replaced by the glint of desire.
He slowly moved his hand further up your leg, rubbing little circles with his thumb.
“I did something bad, though. Something without your permission.”
He stifled a little grin, maintaining eye contact with you as though you were the only person in that bar.
“What? Touched yourself in the bathroom before I could get here?”
You looked down to the bar, also trying to hide a little smirk so that you could instead play guilty for Joel. You felt his fingers getting higher and higher up your thigh, and you let out a deep sigh at how good they felt against your skin.
“No. I did take off my panties, though, after the call was over.”
At that moment, Joel’s fingers finally met your cunt, bare and embarrassingly wet.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “I’ll forgive you. You just wanted to give me easy access, huh?”
Just the sound of Joel’s voice in your ear made you want to moan, but the feeling of his fingers beginning to rub your clit certainly made it worse.
“I left them in there for you.”
You carefully slid your body a little further off the bar stool, giving Joel better access to your cunt. It couldn’t have been easy for him, navigating from that angle without any visual, all while trying to look like he was just having a normal conversation with you.
But, fuck, he was doing an amazing job.
“You weren’t lying when you said your pussy was always nice and wet, huh?”
You shook your head no, enjoying the feeling of his fingers running along your slit. You didn’t even realize that your body had begun to move on its own, grinding down against the bar stool, as though it were trying to coax Joel into finally pushing his thick fingers inside of you.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, watching you. “Trying to let everyone in this bar know how much of a fucking slut you are? Bet you’d like that, huh?”
You stared at him with wide eyes, loving the feeling of his stern gaze all over you.
“Such a pretty face,” he said, almost as though he were just noting it to himself. “Didn’t think a whore like you would be blushing at something so tame.”
Joel’s words were only spurring you on, and you were imagining what experiences Joel had that made him categorize being fingered in a bar as ‘tame.’ As your mind began to wander with thoughts of Joel, you couldn’t help yourself anymore. You jerked your body slightly and pushed yourself even further off the stool so that you could practically impale yourself on his fingers.
You gripped the edge of the bar, trying to suppress the moan building inside of you as you tried to keep rocking back and forth on his fingers.
Joel shook his head at you, making a “disappointed” face, though you could tell he was holding back a smug smirk.
“Naughty girl,” he muttered, pulling his fingers out of you before you could really enjoy the sensation. “So fucking eager that you forgot how this works.”
His hand was back above the bar, and he used it to grab the side of your face and pull you in closer to his. Any one who was looking at you both would have assumed you were sharing a soft, romantic moment together.
“I use you, not the other way around.”
You began to apologize, but he was quick to interrupt.
“Get back in the bathroom. Leave the door unlocked. Find those panties of yours and put them in your mouth. Bend over the sink and wait for me. Make sure to push your skirt up, too.”
You watched him with wide eyes, your mouth hanging open slightly. “What if someone else comes in?”
He shrugged. “Guess they’ll get to decide your punishment, too.”
Your body felt like it was on fire, flushed and hot with desire for Joel. You got off your stool and made your way to the bathroom, looking back just once before you got inside, spotting Joel quickly finishing off his whiskey.
You left the door unlocked just like he asked. Risky stuff usually terrified you, but you discovered that it also filled you with an irresistible thrill, as long as you were being a good girl and following Joel’s orders.
The bathroom had an old school mini-vending machine for condoms, just a little tin box screwed to the wall with a coin slot, advertising ribbed Trojans for seventy five cents each.
You had shoved your panties behind it, and, luckily, no one found them before you. The thought of putting them in your mouth and waiting for some man from the internet to come into the bathroom and fuck you seemed absurd to you, but, then again, so did hiding your panties in a bar bathroom in the first place.
But you did that, you reminded yourself as you walked back to the sink, bending over it. You slipped the dress to your back, exposing your ass to whoever may walk in. Finally, you twisted up the panties and slipped them inside your mouth.
The door opened, and your eyes darted to the reflection of the entrance in the mirror, terrified about who may be entering.
You let out a sigh of relief (as best as you could while gagged) when you realized it was Joel. He moved straight to you, his dark gaze running up and down your body.
“Glad you decided to start being good for me,” he said while he yanked the panties out of your mouth, admiring the lacy cutouts for a moment before tossing them in the sink.
Joel took a second to familiarize himself with the small room, eyes catching on the condom vending machine behind which you had stored your panties. He let out a small chuckle.
“Haven’t seen one of these in a few years.”
You watched him pull out some quarters from his pocket, dropping them in the machine.
“Bet it’s not your first time using one.”
He smiled, flipping the condom over in his hands before ripping the packet open and pulling the rubber out.
“You’re not exactly the first slut I’ve fucked in a bar bathroom.”
His words went straight to your cunt, and you felt yourself clench down on nothing, desperate to finally feel Joel’s girthy length inside of you. You watched him in the mirror, but he wasn’t pulling his dick out yet.
Instead, he walked back over to you and grabbed your wrists, pulling them behind your back. “Remember,” he began, voice low as he spoke in your ear. “Just use the safeword if you want me to stop, and I will. Immediately.”
You nodded along, but you had a hard time imagining yourself saying no to nearly anything Joel asked of you at that point.
You realized he was using the condom to tie your hands together behind your back. You had imagined yourself being tied up by Joel plenty of times– including one particularly long session in which you detailed your fantasy of being tied up and used by Joel and his contractor coworkers–but none of those fantasies had come close to feeling as hot as the real thing felt.
He moved his crotch against your ass, running his hands along the curve of it, groping at you before grabbing your hips and holding you as close to him as he could. You could feel the vague outline of his erection, covered by his thick denim pants.
He unzipped his pants, finally pulling his cock out, and you felt his now bare cock prod against your ass. As hot as the position was, you were a little sad that you weren’t able to see it in person just yet.
“Spread your legs,” Joel muttered in your ear, making eye contact with you from the mirror.
You complied immediately, leaning further into the sink so you could better arch your back and spread your legs from him.
His hand snaked around to your front, fingers spreading you apart, rubbing your wetness across your folds.
“When’s the last time you touched yourself?”
You answered fast, hoping to fast forward to the part where his dick was finally inside you. “Not since we last spoke.”
He made a soft coo noise. “Poor girl. A whole week and no release? Must be aching for it, huh?”
“I’m sure you feel just how bad I need it—you, how bad I need you.”
You let out a pathetic moan as his fingers stilled.
“I know. Just wanna hear you say it.” He pulled his hand out from under your dress and brought it up to your face, giving your cheek a few little slaps, grabbing it with a slight force. “So say it.”
“I’m fucking aching for it, Joel. Have been since the second our call ended last week.”
Suddenly, he let go of your face and grasped both sides of your hips, pulling you away from the sink by about an inch in one sharp movement.
“Must be why you’re rubbing yourself on any solid object you see like a whore in heat.”
“Please, Joel,” you whimpered. “No more teasing, please.”
“You’re too cute, you know that,” he whispered, continuing to rub himself against you, letting out a soft groan. “But if you keep begging like a whiny brat, I’m gonna stuff these panties back in your mouth.”
You just nodded at him, ready to stay quiet while you waited for his next orders. He seemed more interested in feeling your body, though; he ran his hands along the exposed skin of your neck and collarbone, dipping down into your dress to grope at your breasts.
His rough hands tweaking your nipples felt indescribably good, but you knew you couldn’t beg for him anymore. To try and stop yourself, you leaned your head back and buried it in Joel’s neck, trying to stifle a moan.
“I’m a mean man, aren’t I?” He asked, and you could practically hear the smug smirk on his face.
“It’s okay,” you whispered. “That’s why I’m here. So that you can use me.”
“Sound even meaner when you say it like that, like I just see you as some glorified cumrag.”
You couldn’t hold back the moan, continuing to rub your ass against Joel’s cock. He angled it perfectly to rub against your folds without beginning to penetrate you. Every time he humped his hips forward, the head of his cock would rub against your clit, making you whimper and moan and bite your lip.
“Even if it’s the truth,” Joel whispered in your ear. “That’s why you go on those nasty sites in the first place, right? Looking for older pervs to turn you into their little braindead cockwhore?”
Your resolve broke, and you were no longer able to stop yourself from begging. “Fuck! Please, please, please Joel.”
He let out a scoff, smiling. “Well, you fucking asked for it, baby.”
You didn’t have time to process his words before his cock was inside of you, stretching you open just like the dildo he got you did, making you moan.
Joel let out a devastating groan once he finally bottomed out inside of you. “Never told me how fucking tight this cunt was.”
The music from the bar was loud, but you knew you still couldn’t moan as much as you wanted to–as much as Joel’s cock made you need to. Joel must’ve known this, too.
You finally let out a moan that you just couldn’t hold back any longer, and he brought his hand up to your mouth, covering it with his hand.
“You know I love those fucking noises, baby, but you gotta shup up,” he said through gritted teeth as he continued to fuck you, obviously holding back his own moans. “Or else they’re gonna have to kick us outta the bar, and everyone out there will know that you’re just a dirty little barslut who can’t keep her mouth shut.”
He moved his hand down to your neck, not pressing hard but keeping a firm grasp on you.
“Just as long as they know it’s all for you.”
You watched him grow somehow more desperate in the mirror, and suddenly he was grabbing your ass and pushing you up further on the sink, one of your legs now off the ground and bent, the knee practically inside of the sink bowl.
From the new angle, Joel was able to get even deeper, no matter how impossible that felt. It seemed to only spur him on, and suddenly he was grabbing at the base of your hair, tugging on it as he kept your body close to his.
In an act of benevolence, Joel began rubbing your clit with his other hand, and your body struggled to decide whether to push back against his cock or to thrust forward into his fingers. For the first time since you’d started, you began to wish your fingers weren't tied behind your back, only so that you could grip down on something to ground you; Joel was providing you with more sensations than you were used to.
You had only been joking with your friends earlier when you referred to Joel as being the ‘best fuck of your life,’ but you knew before it was even over that the statement would end up being the truth.
Joel tried to pull the top of your dress down so that he could see your breasts, but, in his overexcited state, accidentally pulled too hard and ripped the dress at the seams that connected one side to the sleeve. You were too far gone in the moment to worry about the near future, when you’d have to walk out of that bathroom and act as though you hadn’t just been fucked within an inch of your life.
You were happy you went with no bra, happy that Joel could see and grope at your tits while he slammed into you.
“I need to come,” you whimpered, hoping he’d take pity on you.
“I know you do, baby. I can feel how bad you need to come. Your pussy’s just milking my cock.”
You closed your eyes, hiding your face in Joel’s neck once again.
“No, no,” he cooed. “Look me in the eyes while you come all over my cock.”
You couldn’t believe he was actually giving you permission at your first request, that he wasn’t going to make you beg and beg for it like he usually did.
Once you met his fucked-out gaze in the mirror, you couldn’t hold your orgasm back anymore. It ripped through your body, and you felt yourself actually seize up on the sink. Joel held you tight through it, though, continuing his thrusts while your cunt contracted all over it.
“Taking it so fucking well,” Joel muttered, practically biting down on your shoulder blade, the soft spot where it met your neck.
You had done everything he’d asked of you, so you decided it would be okay if you made one order to him.
“Please, Joel, please come in me.”
You felt his hips stutter, and watched his eyes snap shut in the mirror while he let out a deep groan. The warmth of his come spread inside of you, and–if you weren't already so sensitive and sore–you could’ve gotten yourself off again just based on the feeling.
Joel pulled out of you slowly, with one final sinful squelching noise caused by your wetness mixing with his come as it slowly began to leak out of you.
He reached into the sink and pulled out your panties. You looked back and watched him rubbing his cock clean on them, before tossing them back in the sink.
“Put them on.”
You returned his cocky little smile, but you complied. After all that had happened that night, nothing made you feel more like a whore than when you pulled the panties back on, covered in both of your come. Joel pulled up your dress one last time to admire how they looked on you.
“I’m gonna go first,” Joel whispered, looking down at you with a soft smile. “Meet me outside. You know, uh… if you want.”
You looked at him with wide eyes; it was one of the few times Joel had ever added a caveat to one of his orders. You had a feeling he would end up being pleased with the decision you made.
Summary: Your complicated relationship with Miguel is pushed beyond the usual bounds when you ask him to give in to his deepest desire.
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Man 2099) x fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
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a/n: i'm unashamed to announce that all i thought about when Miguel was on that giant movie screen was writing a fic where Miguel bites reader...........clearly i was team edward.
warnings: porn with some plot, mostly just porn though, p in v sex, Miguel is sort of a grump, undefined relationship between reader and Miguel, biting kink???, mentions of blood, etc.
“Shhh, baby.” Miguel cooed, pressing his hand over your mouth to quiet your whimpering moans. “You’re taking me so well, honey. Y’just have to be a little quieter.”
You could barely hear him, so caught up in the pleasure of having him deep inside you that his voice was a gentle murmur in the back of your mind. You were on the verge of, yet another, orgasm at the hands of Miguel, who was currently thrusting into you so hard you were sure you’d go flying off his desk if he didn’t have a firm grip on your hip.
“No one’s here, Miguel.” You whined, albeit a little quieter than before, and muffled from the hand he still pressed against your lips. “They all went home hours ago. We’re the only ones crazy enough to still be working this late.”
Was this still considered working? You’d been going at it for at least an hour.
“You don’t know that.” He emphasized his words with a harsh thrust, seducing a rather loud whine from your throat. “Stop that.”
As annoyed as he probably sounded, you knew he didn’t mean a word he was saying to you. How many times had he pushed you into this desk and begged to feel you clenching around him? How many times had you let him? The cycle that made up you and Miguel’s relationship was vicious and addicting - a clash of skin on skin, teeth against teeth, body against body - if any of the other spider-people knew just how well Miguel knew your body, they’d raise even more hell about his favoritism of you.
Because of course it was obvious to any casual passer-by that Miguel and you were something. Friends? Miguel didn’t really have any, and neither did you. Lovers? You were almost positive that lovers communicated beyond ‘Can I take your pants off?’ and ‘Fuck me so hard I forget my name, please.” Co-workers? Well, if tearing each other’s clothes off every time you were alone counted, then sure, Miguel was your co-worker.
“Miguel.” You whined, arching into his bare chest and moaning when your nipples rubbed against the hard muscles that made up his body. Your current position - naked and being fucked into Miguel’s desk - was arguably a dangerous one. If someone did happen to still be at HQ and came anywhere near Miguel’s workspace, there was no chance you’d be able to hide what you were doing. “Use your super-hearing. No one’s here.”
Miguel faltered for a few seconds, pausing his movements - because God knows he couldn’t focus on anything but your sweet pussy while he was moving inside you - so that he could focus on the noises around his office. You tried to control your breathing, allowing him to move through each floor until he was certain no one was around to hear your moans.
“There’s no one here.” He bobbed his head once, confirming what you’d been trying to tell him for the better part of an hour. That was all you were going to get from him. He’d never say outright that you were right, but the softened caress of his fingers over your jaw was enough to tell you he at least acknowledged your contribution.
“So I can be loud again?” You questioned, spreading your legs wider so he could thrust into you as deep as possible.
“No, needy girl.” He shook his head, the softness in his eyes now replaced with something carnal and lusty. He cupped your jaw with both hands and thrusted all the way into you, grunting when you involuntarily clenched around his thick length.
“Why not?” You whined.
“Because when you’re moaning like that in my ear, cariño, I can feel myself losing control.” He grunted, gently rocking in and out of you. He kissed your shoulder before softly resting his forehead against it. “Don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
You blinked once, twice. This was uncharted waters for you and Miguel. He’d never vocalized these fears before, and you weren’t sure what that meant.
“You won’t hurt me, Miguel.” You tentatively cradled his head against your body, running your fingers through his soft, black hair. “I trust you.”
He abruptly pulled away from you, meeting your gaze with what looked like both, confusion and hope in his eyes. You watched him watch you, unsure if you’d gone too far. Did co-workers/lovers/friends often have vulnerable conversations when tied together in the most intimate way possible?
“You trust me?” He was still softly thrusting in and out of you, and you wondered how long he’d been wanting to have this conversation. Had it been days? Weeks?
“Of course.” You scoffed, as if what you were saying had been obvious, though clearly it had been weighing on Miguel’s mind for quite some time. “You can let go with me, Miguel. I’ll tell you if it’s too much, okay?”
He paused, mulling over your words for a moment before tentatively nodding. You smiled, and suddenly Miguel’s mouth was on yours, and you couldn’t remember which way was up or down because his mouth was downright sinful. A spark erupted in your chest, eliciting a groan from deep in your throat. It was every skyscraper you’d ever jumped off of, every leap of faith you’d taken while swinging through the city, every goosebump you’d ever felt, tingling throughout every nerve in your body.
Miguel, in all his silent glory, must’ve felt it too, because he let out the most delicious moan you’d ever heard in your life before deepening the kiss even further. His tongue swiped over yours, and in a swift, thoughtless motion, he tugged at your lower lip with his teeth before trailing down to your neck. His thrusts were relentless and deep, a wild juxtaposition to the gentleness of his mouth nibbling at your throat. And Jesus, you’d never considered biting to be something that turned you on, but the thought of Miguel sinking his sharp fangs into your skin as he fucked you was, arguably, the hottest and most fucked up thing you’d ever thought about in your life.
An involuntary moan echoed out of you at the thought, and you found yourself mumbling incoherently into his ear.
“Miguel, Miguel, Miguel, Miguel, Mig-”
“You sound so sweet when you’re moaning my name, baby.”
He pressed a chaste kiss to your swollen lips before returning to your neck. He nibbled, licked, and sucked along the column of your throat, getting more aggressive the louder you moaned. The familiar heat that coiled in your core was so close to erupting that you started to talk before you realized what you were doing.
“Can you…” You trailed off, panting and a little embarrassed at the question you wanted to ask.
“Can I what, amor?” He gripped your hips, slamming into you with such force that you felt the words tumbling out of you.
“Can you bite me?”
A low groan slipped from his throat, so far gone in the pleasure that he barely hesitated before sinking his teeth into your shoulder. The pain was almost immediately coated by such an immense warmth that your orgasm suddenly and violently ricocheted through your body. You shook against Miguel, shuttering with every pass of his tongue over the mark he’d left on you.
Miguel wasn’t far behind you. You were unknowingly clenching around him so hard that he couldn’t stop the pleasure from overtaking him as well. He sunk his teeth into your throat, marking you harshly enough that you were sure it would leave a huge, purple bruise. He grunted, movements faltering, before thrusting into you deeply and coming.
Blood slowly trickled from the wounds on your neck and shoulder, and he eagerly licked at them while you tried to come down from what was arguably the highest you’d ever been. Every time his tongue passed over the sensitive marks, a spark of pleasure shot through you so violently that you eventually had to shove his mouth away from them.
“That was…insane.” You finally said, laughing at how blissed out Miguel looked. “But I liked it.”
“You’re going to be so bruised tomorrow.” He noted, mirroring your grin with a wide one of his own.
And you suddenly realized how fucking handsome he was when he smiled. You knew, of course, that Miguel was objectively the hottest person you’d ever seen, but he’d never smiled at you that way before - vulnerable, walls down for once - and you were suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to kiss him again.
“We should pro-”
You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him into another kiss. It was slow and sweet and even though he briefly tensed when your lips met his, he eventually eased into the kiss, allowing himself the sweet indulgence of kissing the pretty girl in front of him. When you finally pulled away from him, lips swollen and red and maddening, he let out a soft whimper in protest.
“It’s only midnight.” He mumbled, glancing at the clock before kissing you again.
“If you try to make me get back to work after this, I’m going to slap you, Miguel O’Hara.” You breathed.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “I was going to say let’s call it a night.”
You suddenly became very aware of his length still buried in you. Surely, if he didn’t want this to continue, he would’ve pulled out earlier, right? He wouldn’t be kissing you like you were the only girl in the world, right? But Miguel had always been temperamental, sometimes hot, usually cold. Unease coiled in your gut as you tried to figure out where his head was at. This joining had certainly felt different than the other times you’d been with him, but did that really mean anything when it came to Miguel?
“My place or yours, Mami?”
Your heart thundered at the nickname, and all the doubt from moments before was replaced with thoughts of him, him, him.
“Either one.” You shrugged, “We’ll have to stagger our arrival times tomorrow so no one suspects us. Especially with these.” You pointed to the bite marks on your shoulder and neck.
“Or,” he shrugged nonchalantly, “we could say fuck it and show up together.”
You blinked up at him, wondering if he meant what you thought he meant.
“What about the bites? Don’t you think people might think they’re…weird?”
He shrugged again. “Let them. I don’t care. They make you feel good, so fuck everyone else, baby.”
“Is this ‘nice-Miguel’ going to stick around or is it just because you’re high on blood right now?” You teased.
He scowled, but you noticed the tiny tick in his jaw that indicated a hidden smile. “You saying I’m not nice, baby?”
“You’re a perpetually grumpy person, Miguel.”
“Not with you.” He grumbled.
“Especially with me.” You corrected, kissing the tip of his nose. “But I like that about you.”
“You do?” He perked up, grinning slightly.
“Yes.” You nodded earnestly. “Of course I do.”
He nuzzled into your neck, resting his head on your unmarked shoulder, and mumbled, “I like you too.”
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SEASON TWO — Adjusting for inflation, say $45,000 a year, two kids, four years of college: $360,000. Remaining mortgage on the home: $107,000. Home equity line: $30,000, that’s $137,000. Cost of living, food, clothing, utilities – say, two grand a month? I mean, that should put a dent in it, anyway. 24k a year provides for, say, ten years. That’s $240,000, plus 360 plus 137…seven thirty-seven. $737,000, that’s what I need. That is what I need.
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every positive comment i receive is a delight, but the ones who get really detailed make me unbelievably happy. 🥰 i tend to leave many easter eggs in my fics and i'm so glad when you find them
whenever you mention you blushed or got that funny feeling in your stomach while reading one of my works i'm also filled with joy sjdbdj
✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it?
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. y'all have been pretty democratic in the love you've been giving my works, even my obi-wan fic! so i don't really have an answer for this one...
i'll give you something to talk about with my axe woves wip + dilf!ani collab w indy though 🤭 both are coming soon i promise
✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)
💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?
💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?
🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?
🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?
🌻what makes you want to give up on writing? what makes you keep going?
🌿how does creating make you feel?
🍉in what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life?
🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing
🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?
🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)
💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language
💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?
🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?
🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?
💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.
🍭why did you start writing?
💎why is writing important to you?
📡why is writing and sharing your writing important for fandom?
🪄what is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you've finished a fic?
🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?
🤲what do YOU get out of writing?
💋when you leave comments on a fic, do you want to hear back from the writer?
☯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?
🧿what steps do you take to not take things personally if a fic doesn't do well, or if your writing/posting/sharing experience isn't going how you'd like it to?
💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
Din’s new Nevarro neighbors realizing pretty quickly that the new guy will help you with anything if you ask him nicely. Got a leaky roof? He’ll climb up there and patch it and clean out the gutters while he’s at it. Old and need someone to run into town and pick up some groceries for you? How many potatoes do you need, ma’am? Some creep keeps harassing you? Don’t worry about it, it’s taken care of.
Din has all the thank-you pies, cakes, and pastries he and Grogu can eat.
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augustinthewinter posted a SW-themed audio featuring a mandalorian character and i just fucking died. god bless his soul (and possibly the patreon who made this request as well)
