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fangs

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

Summary: You see Miguel’s fangs for the first time. 

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fangs, very minimal self-doubt, cum in pants (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 1.9k

A/N: I used google translate for the spanish so if anything is incorrect im sorry 

‘Your package was delivered’

Your face brightens at the notification as you hop out of bed and rush to the front door. When you open it you’re met with the broad, muscular back of your boyfriend, Miguel O’Hara.

“Miggy?” You say with a laugh. “What are you doing out here? Oh my god, are you my package?!” You’re hunched over, laughing at your own joke as Miguel stands from his seated position, casting his large shadow over you. 

“Hi, amor.” He places a kiss on your forehead and walks in. “How has your day been?” He asks as he strips off his suit top and walks to the bedroom but you don’t answer, still wondering about something. 

“Why were you just sitting out there?” You ask while closing the front door and taking your slippers off. Miguel hasn’t said anything, letting a long pause draw out before answering.

“I was calming down.” He comes back out in a t-shirt that’s tighter than it needs to be and some gray sweatpants. 

“The fight was pretty intense, a little demanding y’know? So I just wanted to- I wanted to calm down before coming inside… But how was your day?” You don’t let the subject change, still confused with his statement. 

There have been plenty of times when Miguel would burst in, still aggressive and amped up from the latest fight, adrenaline still coursing through him. The first time it happened you were a little scared of course, you’d never seen him like that, eyes clouded with violence, his claws out in the air and threatening, with a deep scowl on his face. But that was a long time ago.

You’ve mastered the art of turning him from Spider-Man to Miggy. You learned it quite some time ago, which just furthers your confusion from his response. He’s rummaging through the cabinets, muttering about how he’s starving and you realize he hasn’t met your gaze since you found him which is incredibly unlike him. 

“Miguel, is that the truth? I mean- You’ve come in all amped up before so…” You trail off as Miguel freezes in the kitchen before sighing and running a hand through his hair. He closes the cabinet gently and turns to you, eyes cast downward before meeting yours. He takes another breath and walks to you. “It’s the technical truth uh… The whole truth is that my fangs were out and… I just- I don’t want you to see them.” He finishes his sentence and walks past you, to the bathroom and closes the door. 

You stand at the entrance to the kitchen in a stupor as you process his words and go chasing after him. You’re pounding on the bathroom door, begging him to let you see them, to let you kiss him with them out, and every other thought that comes to your mind, hoping it lightens the situation. You stop pounding after a few minutes, arms growing tired and getting a little embarrassed at his silence. You make your way over to the couch as you wait for him. 

You think about what he said, that he doesn’t want you to see his fangs and you feel a little pang of hurt in your heart that ripples through your body. 

He doesn’t want me to see them? Why though… Does he think I won’t like them? Does he think my opinion of him will change or something? I love him though, doesn’t he understand that?? Maybe it’s something super intimate, maybe he just doesn’t feel enough for me, for him to expose himself like that. Maybe he doesn’t trust me enough to be that vulnerable, to give all of him to me… 

Your thoughts turn your mood sour as Miguel finally emerges from the bathroom, teeth brushed and face newly washed. “I don’t want to show them to you.” The words strike your heart again as you nod your head at him, not even looking up at him as you fall into your negative thoughts. He watches you stare into the carpet, obviously deep in thought but you look sad. 

“You okay, hermosa?” He wipes his hands in the towel around his neck as he sits beside you on the couch. You don’t hear him, too inside your own head, leaving him ignored. He watches you for a bit before grabbing one of your thighs and turning your body to face him, knocking you out of your trance. You have a deep, heartbreaking expression on your face that you quickly mask with happiness when your eyes meet his. “I asked if you were okay, baby.” 

“Oh! Y-yeah! Yeah, I’m fine, sorry.” You giggle at him but it sounds hollow, making him guilty. He already knows why, he knows how your mind works, he knows how you think. He pulls you in, one leg is extended past him and the other is folded on the couch, touching his leg, your face a few inches from his. 

“Mi cariño, no tiene nada to do with you, okay? Nothing. I just-” He emphasizes ‘nothing’, willing you to believe him. He’s absently rubbing your calf as he tries to piece together what he wants to say. “They’re weapons. I feel like… I don't think I want you to see that… A part of me that’s a weapon. You look at me like… como si fuera tu todo, like I hung the stars… I love that and I don’t want it to change. Nunca quiero que eso cambie.” His eyes are looking at your calf, how his hand wraps around it instead of you. 

(“My love, it has nothing to do with you okay?” “...like I'm your everything…” “I never want that to change.” )

If he had been looking at you he would’ve seen the look of utter disbelief that rested on your face. You put your hand over his and pull yourself closer to him, placing a kiss on his forehead before speaking. “Miguel, I look at you that way because, despite the way you feel about yourself, I believe that you deserve every good thing the world has to offer. I want you to know that you don’t have to show them to me if you really don’t want to but be aware… I will love you for the rest of my life.. and there is nothing that can change that, my feelings for you literally cannot decrease.” 

He stays silent, avoiding your gaze still but you let him. You know that expressing himself is hard for him and hearing people speak positively to him is even harder. You giggle softly at his silence and place another kiss on his head. You’re about to get up from the couch when he pulls you back in, pressing his lips to yours with a bruising intensity that has a fire starting up in your stomach. Your lips part for him as he sighs into you, his hand grips your hair and he grunts as you feel something push against your mouth. He’s breathing faster, kissing you more passionately as you try to pull away. 

Eventually, you break from his grasp and try to look at him but he’s already turned from you. You want to protest but don’t want to push him. You bring one of your hands to rest at his nape, playing with some of the hairs there, trying to soothe him. You’re about to tell him that he doesn’t need to turn away, you can leave until he’s calmed down but he turns to you. His mouth is shut but his eyes are so fragile, like they’re pleading with you to be gentle. He holds your eye contact for a bit before opening his mouth in a smile-grimace expression. 

A gasp slips from your mouth and your hands come up to hold his face, pulling it to yours. You inspect his fangs as his warm breath floats over your face. You bring one hand from his face to tail over one of them, earning a flinch from Miguel but you run your other thumb across his cheek, attempting to soothe his worries. 

They’re much bigger than you expected, they look like they’d barely fit in his mouth. They’re smooth and glossy like marble, cleaner than you expected too. You wonder silently if he lets them come out, brushes them, and then retracts them as your other hand comes from his cheek to his mouth. They’re thick, they look like they could leave a sizeable puncture wound if he bit you. Your fingers squeeze around both fangs, feeling their width for yourself. Your fingers run along the length of his fangs and then go up to his gums. 

You’re completely captivated by his teeth, you haven’t even looked back up at him since he opened his mouth. You absently caress his fangs while inspecting his gums, trying to understand where they go when retracted. You give up on that when your thumb runs over the bottom of his fangs. 

He groans out, loud and ragged against your face. 

Your eyes flicker up to look at him and his eyes are rolled back into his head, eyebrows furrowed as he moans out a loose rendition of your name. You’re staring at him in awe as he mutters out a mix of unfinished words. You immediately look down into his lap and see a patch of dark gray spreading out. 

A moan rips from your throat as you press your hand against his hard, twitching, leaking cock and kiss him. His hips instantly twitch up into your hand, using the friction to prolong his orgasm. He’s moaning into your mouth, his hands are frantic as they push your head into his face, his fangs digging into your lips almost painfully. You slide your tongue into his mouth when he moans again, you explore it, feeling the fangs instantly and running your tongue over them. 

The action earns a gut-wrenching whine from Miguel as he starts to tremble. His hips are still bucking up into your palm, overstimulating himself as his cock spurts out mini loads. 

You pull away from him slowly, your hand gently massaging his cock as he comes down. He drops his head onto your shoulder as he pants, unsteady syllables of your name falling from his lips. 

He lifts his head from your shoulder once his cock stops jumping in your hold. There’s a rare pink hue over his face as he leans in to kiss you. You accept it with a smile, kissing him back before pulling away again. 

“So…” You start semi-awkwardly, a light laugh in your tone as he groans out, embarrassed. “Did that feel good? Are they sensitive?” A shuddering breath leaves him as he recalls how your fingers felt gliding over his fangs, how arousal punched into his gut the moment you touched them. 

“Yeah… It felt-” His sentence is cut off with a whisper of a whine as he thinks about it, breathing speeding up, chest heaving at the fresh memory. You’re surprised at this, you’ve never seen him so delirious so… fucked out. “Me sentí tan bien, bebé. N-no sabía que me sentía así. I loved it so much, you made me feel so fucking good, amor. Te amo tanto, cariño.” 

(“I felt so good, baby. I-I didn't know I felt like that”... “I love you so much, darling.”)

A smile graces your face at the one phrase you understand, ‘Te amo’. You pull him in for another kiss before whispering. “Good.” He groans and pulls you into his lap, whining when your weight presses against his sensitive cock. You smile into his lips and kiss him again, pulling away again to giggle at him. 

“ ‘S not funny.” He grumbles out as he leans back, laying down on the couch with you on top of him. You continue giggling into his neck and you can feel his cheeks fatten up with his smile. 

You guys stay there for the rest of the night, intermittently waking up to smother the other in kisses before falling back to sleep. 

Thank you so much for reading!! Please please please give any feedback you may have! I want it all!

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Another Valentine's w/ Dadbod!Miguel

It’s that time of year again; A day you so dreaded turned into one of your favorite days of the year: Valentine’s. 

And even though you insist on telling each other you ‘won’t be getting each other anything’ because ‘all you need is each other’, both parties buy gifts anyway (and let’s face it; his were always pricier. The man’s a scientist.) 

Like the year prior, you cooked him breakfast in bed wearing something that was very much short-lived and ended up on the floor, ripped, before he even got to the toast. 

Having taken off from work, especially for the holiday, the both of you then rest in bed, the midday sun cascading across the bedroom floor. Just like last year, he’ll big spoon you, the plush of his stomach against your back and rumbling along with his rich chuckles. Just like last year, you two will snicker in bed, because he’s just murmured in your ear how he’ll need to renew that gym membership if you keep cooking for him like this; how his New Year’s resolutions are impossible with you around. But then he’ll immediately thank you, not for just loving him through food, but for being his rock; he would’ve never eaten this good before you. He would intertwine his fingers with yours under the sheets, the size difference in them endearing. Just like last year. 

After an accidental nap, Miguel groggily mutters in your ear how he’s gotten reservations somewhere nice and that he’s been wanting to take you. Here’s the kicker: it was in 30 minutes. 

“What?!” you jump out of bed and instantly retreat to your closet. Easy for him to stay calm, all he had to do was comb back those black curls of his, dress those muscles, and be ready to go. 

Miguel waits for you in the bedroom, announcing the time you have left through the bathroom door. When he hears your haste voice through the wall, he smiles to himself. 

His eyes wander, and maybe too far, because he finds a notebook. Curious and mindlessly looking for something to do while you finish getting ready, he goes to it and reads through it. It’s fine since there’s no secrets between you; you go into each other's things all the time. 

It doesn’t take too much reading to realize it’s a journal; your journal.  He remembers you mentioning wanting to start for this new year. A little part of him knows he shouldn’t… but the curiosity was killing him. He looks back at the door for a moment, ensuring you’re still occupied.

He turns to the book and resumes reading, but it’s not as wholesome as the first few entries.

His face falls, a certain, familiar wave of heat passing through him as he reads your handwriting. 

This entry was all about him. 

You two had just made love, and you raved about how romantic and tender it was, going into details of how sweetly he treated you. And you also praised the rougher side of Miguel; how he took control in bed, how his strength kept you in a trance, and that body…

You went on to list the many things you wanted Miguel to do to you. Bashfully written secrets of love kept away, in hopes that maybe, through manifestation, they’ll come true, rather than being upfront and telling him what you want. How you wanted to experiment with taking the control for a night, maybe making the entire performance be about his pleasures for a change. To kiss up his thighs and the little pudge of his stomach, until he was rock solid, placing kisses there as well until he was too worked up to resist begging. How you want to experiment with food and maybe use his entire torso as a plate for your enjoyment. 

‘Whipped cream off his chest and tummy… GAWD. I need a moment. Goodnight.’ was how the entry was sealed.

There was also mentions of wanted to be choked by him, tied, and other various things that Miguel would otherwise be shocked coming from you.

Miguel stares down at the notebook baffled. He knew you loved his body the way it was… but he guess he just didn’t realize how much. 

“Okay, baby, I’m ready. You got the-” a perplexed Miguel turns around to you, your notebook in his hand, and you immediately want to crawl in a hole.

“Miguel,” your voice shakes with shame, bracing yourself for an unbearably embarrassing response, ”How much of that did you read?”

Miguel’s lips curl into a wicked smile. 

“Whipped cream?” his brow quirks.

“Oh… so that much, huh?” he sheepishly nod. You’re stuck where you stand.

Miguel walks with purpose and ease until he’s right in front of you, his frame demanding the lift of your head and guilty gaze.

“Mamita, there’s no need to be hiding this stuff from me.” the tone of his voice is nothing but nurturing and reassuring.

You smile softly up at him, grateful that he at least isn’t disgusted by your twisted mind. Desperate to change the subject, you look at the time, “We can talk later, but aren’t gonna be late?” You ask in hopes he’ll take the bait.

“Late to where?”

Miguel’s hands find the flesh of your hips, giving them a light squeeze, pulling you closer to the plush of his muscles. The small yet dominant gesture making your heart flutter,

“We’re staying right in this room.” 

And he made alllllll your dreams come true in one night. 

Happy Valentine's Day <3 xoxo

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YIPPIE PART 6 IS HERE

IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

HUZZAH

Secrets Of The Duke Vampire Miguel O'Hara Part 6

Summary: During a chance encounter with the Duke of Nueva York, you discover he’s a Vampire when his compulsion doesn’t work on you. What happens when he holds you captive in hopes of keeping his century-old secret.....a secret?

Tags: Beauty and the Beast retelling, Vampire Miguel, arranged marriage, set in the 1800s(hence why he's a Duke), another ff where's he's mean in the beginning, Miguel being caring in his own little way, Miguel being nervous, pure fluffffffffff, 3.3k words

A/N: We're halfway finished with this one too. This is just pure fluffly goodness. But as they always say the calm before the storm....Enjoy lovelies<33

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

•°~°•

The following morning you wake up feeling as tired as ever although you had a full night's rest. After getting washed up when you head downstairs you end up being way too early so you're forced to wait for the Duke to arrive. Your nerves are a tangled mess; it feels like you can't even think straight. Last night was unexpected. You hadn't expected things between the two of you to get that far…but at last, they did. 

You cannot deny your attraction to the Duke for if you did you would surely call yourself a fool. But the attraction the two of you share is wrong no matter how much you want to feel his touch no matter how much you ache for it—it's still wrong. He's your captor you're being held here against your will. The heat that's shimmering between the two of you will most likely consume you both if you're not careful.

There are so many possibilities for how this relationship could go. You can ignore him for the rest of your days and hopefully find a way to break the curse or you can explore whatever it is that you have with the Duke. It's not like you're going anywhere you're quite literally stuck here forever.

A sigh escapes your lips and you run your fingers along your curls. You're pulled out of your thoughts the second you hear someone entering the dining hall.

“Good morning Duchess” It's the Duke.

You clear your throat you can't even look this man in the eyes after you've been thinking about him for the past five minutes. “Good morning Duke”

You both begin to eat in silence for a few moments before the Duke decides to speak again.

“It appears to have snowed again. Is your garden okay?���

“Oh I'm not sure but it should be fine since you made a little house for it”

It's his turn to clear his throat. “Right, that is correct. Sorry, it must've slipped my mind” You resume eating and try your best to ignore him. You can't lie and say that after the way you left yesterday, things are now awkward between the two of you now.

You think things over for a second before you decide to give up. It makes no use to ignore him since you live here and doing so for the rest of your time here will only eat you alive.

Screw it if you're making a grave mistake then you'll have the rest of your days to dwell on it.

“Would you like to join me to check on the garden?” He looks up the second you begin speaking. His eyes widen as he takes in your words. “You want me to join you?”

“Yes I would like that very much my lord” He nods as a fraction of what seems like a smile emerges on his face. “Then I will be joining you”

•°~°•

You already knew that the plants would be fine but truthfully you just wanted to test something—you wanted to test him. You need to know if this is just lust between you and the Duke or if this is actually something more.

You look over your shoulder to see the Duke standing a few feet behind you with his hands behind his back. You subtly gather a snowball in your hands. Let's see just how fun the Duke can be.

•°~°•

Miguel has been patiently waiting while you check on the garden. He was more than surprised when you asked him to join you today, especially the way things ended last night. But nonetheless, he's grateful for it. He has only a month and two weeks left to break this curse and he isn't quite confident that he'll be able to do it.

Miguel was busy staring at the cloud-filled sky when he felt something hit him in the chest. When he looks down there's snow all over the front of his jacket. Did you just-?

He takes note of how much color is in your cheeks as you speak. “Do you wish to play with me?” He looks at you confusingly. Are you asking him to have a snowball fight with you? No one has asked him to play anything in a very long time. 

“I’m not sure what-” You cut him off before he finished speaking. His facial expression gives you the wrong idea because you begin to walk back to the estate at a quick pace. “You're right I'm sorry I don't know what I was thinking you're a Duke you don't have time to play games”

Before he can think he gathers up a snowball and aims it at your back. A gasp leaves your lips the second the snowball comes in contact with you.

“Did you just-”

“I thought my wife said she wishes to play a game?” The beautiful smile that emerges on your face is surely going to remain in his thoughts for the rest of his days. He needs to tell you how beautiful you are more often.

•°~°•

You don't know how long the snowball fight lasts between you and the Duke. All you know is that your face is numb from smiling too hard or is it from the cold weather?

You're running away from the Duke but you take a peek behind you to see how far he is. “You're too slow!”

“I'm just allowing you to get more hits—my lady what out!” You look at him in confusion turning to look ahead and oh my you're about to head straight first into a tree! Before you can bring your feet to stop you're yanked backwards. The force alone makes you lose your footing causing you and the Duke to stumble.

You feel a hand on the back of your head and a hand around your waist tightens as the two of you begin to roll on the ground. When you stop your faces are inches apart and you're breathing in each other's air as you both try to catch your breath. You stare at him and decide to take him all in. His fangs are peaking through with every breath he takes but his eyes remain brown his cheeks are rosy and—

“With how you're staring at me, one would think you weren't upset with me?”

You sigh as you hide your face in the crook of his neck. “I'm not upset with you”

“You left my study so quickly yesterday it was easy for me to assume that you are” The hand around your head moves and he hooks a finger under your chin. “Why must you hide your pretty face from me?”

“I—you make me nervous and this thing between us makes it even worse. Don't you feel it Duke or am I the only one?”

“I've felt it the moment I looked upon you in the gardens on the day of the ball. It never went away if anything it only kept going to more time I spent with you” You can feel the tears beginning to sting your eyes as you continue to watch him. “Do you mean it?”

He nods and uses his thumb to stroke the end of your chin. “I mean it with every fiber in my being”

“You're my captor”

“I know and for that I'm sorry”

“I don't wanna get hurt, Duke”

“I know and I won't hurt you. I'll spend the rest of my days worshiping the ground you walk on you're my wife”

His words catch you off guard so you laugh. “That won't be necessary but if you must. And if whatever this is doesn't work out between the two of us, promise me that we'll still work on trying to get rid of the curse together” For a moment you swear a flicker of emotion shines through in his eyes. It's almost as if his face saddens. His hand moves from your chin to cradle the side of your face.

“If we don't work then I don't know what I will do” What does he mean by that?

Before you can ask him he places a kiss on your forehead and sits up taking you along with him. “Now let's go inside before you freeze”

•°~°•

The rest of the day passed by in a blur. Now that the air has been cleared with the Duke there's nothing holding either of you back. But you are more nervous than anything the both of you stealing glances at each other when you think the other isn't looking. Then the second that your eyes meet you're left grinning like a fool.

It's the end of the night and you just finished washing up Lyla and Jess helped you get ready for bed although you don't need them to. Apparently all the servants saw the moment you and the Duke shared outside in the snow. For some reason, all of the servants are buzzing with excitement over this. 

Jess detangles your curls while Lyla adds shine to your lips. They are making a fuss over nothing. Nothing is happening between the two of you except you both acknowledge the connection between the two of you. Once you're finished you head over to the Duke's room with hesitant but excited steps. You both agreed to just rest for tonight instead of staying in his study.

You stop directly in front of the door before you can bring yourself to knock the door opens.“Oh—were you waiting for me?”

“I heard you walking down the corridor. My apologies” He invites you in and you walk in dragging your duvet behind you. Without wasting any time you make a beeline for the bed. Expecting the Duke to join you he doesn't; he takes a seat in the chair by the fireplace and places an open book on his lap.

“Are you not going to join me?” You say as you get under the covers.

“I don't sleep very often and when I do I'm apparently known for talking in my sleep”

A quiet laugh escapes your lips as you pat the bed. “That doesn't matter to me, this bed is big enough for the both of us I just want you near me” He nods before he slowly strides over to you. His white tunic is loosely tied allowing his chest hair to peek through. When he gets on the bed he leans on his right elbow so he has a clear view of your face.

“Do you truly not sleep?”

“I sleep when I know I can't go another day without sleep. So it's not very often no”

You try to bite back a yawn but fail. “Well I hope you can sleep well when the curse is lifted”

“Yeah me too” That's the last thing you hear before sleep claims you.

•°~°•

Miguel stretches his arm and finds the other side of the bed empty and cold. Oh my did he—did he fall asleep? The last time he checked the clock it read 5 am. It's now 7 am which is the time you usually wake up to start the day. Although he didn't sleep for very long he still slept and that's what counts. Stretching out the rest of his limbs Miguel heads to the washroom to get ready. 

Today he must look his best, today marks the official day the two of you have decided to make things official or as official whatever it is that is happening between the two of you. Does he like you? Yes. He cannot hide the affection he feels toward you but it’s been decades since he last had felt any sort of romantic feelings for another. He knows about courting a woman he would’ve never had a wife if he didn’t know how to do that. But once again it’s been so long will it be enough? 

Miguel wants nothing more than to give you all that you deserve and then some and not just because of the curse he has grown to care for you. He has grown to appreciate the smiles you give him and the sound of your laughter. 

He is pulled out of his thoughts when he hears a knock on his door. Before he can answer the person walks right on through and based on that action alone it’s Peter.

“Since you and the lady have made things official I hope you will be on your best behavior today” Yup that's Peter all right.

Miguel pays him no mind and continues working on his tie. “I know how to treat a woman Peter”

“With no disrespect my lord but there was a point in time were you weren't treating the lady so well”

A sigh escapes his lips as he thinks back on all of the times when he mistreated you. He truly didn’t mean it then but he won’t lie and say that his anger didn’t get the best of him because it did. When he’s done fixing his tie he turns around to face Peter. Although he hates to admit it Peter is the closest thing Miguel has to a…friend. Surely a friend will tell him if he currently looks decent enough to court a woman. 

Running a quick hand through his brown curls to make sure nothing is out of place he then runs a hand down the front of his suit jacket to take out any creases. Miguel is not nervous he isn’t a man who gets nervous he just doesn't want to look a fool in front of his wife.

“Do I look decent?”

Peter begins to walk from one end to another as if to get a proper look. He hates the way he’s being accessed right now but he has no choice. “Uh is that a trick question my lord?” Miguel can feel a growl beginning to work up his throat. “Peter it’s a simple question with a simple answer”

The laugh that escapes Peter almost makes him lose his cool but he decides against it. “You look fine. I would flirt with you if I were a woman”

“You would? This isn’t trying too much I even put on a new mist and I also want to give her another gift I think—I think it’s time to give her the library or is that too much too soon?” 

Peter begins to shake his head so much he’s surprised Peter doesn't go dizzy from it. “That's more than enough she will love-”

His words are cut off as a piercing scream comes from somewhere outside the mansion that sounds awfully a lot like you. Miguel doesn’t even think twice before he’s using his powers to get to you.

•°~°•

You can't even comprehend what you're seeing right now. Although the sun is out it's still very cold but that's the least of your concerns as you look at the small green sprouts coming out from all of the rows of flowers you planted. 

It's finally growing!

After almost 2 months of being here working on them so day in and day out, it's finally growing. Oh, you just have to tell the—Without warning two large hands grab each side of your forearms and turn you around forcefully. 

“What is it? Tell me what's wrong, did something happen?” You blink rapidly as the Duke's face comes into focus. Why does he look frazzled right now? Is everything okay?

He begins to shake you in his arms before patting you down as if to look for any signs of cuts and bruises along your body. “Why aren't you saying anything? Show me where you're hurt I'll heal you” 

You can't help it as a smile forms on your lips. You were just thinking of him. “No, I'm okay! But Miguel come look the garden is finally growing—ugh it smells like something is burning” Before you can drag him along you notice the side of his face is burning. Oh gosh, the sun is burning him. With no hesitation, you work the buttons of your coat and yank it off of you. With the height of the Duke, you're forced to stand on your tippy toes as you drape it over his head.

You immediately begin to do the buttons although the jacket isn't properly on him you don't care every inch of him must be covered so he doesn't get burned any further. “What is wrong with you? Do you not feel the burning of your skin?”

Oh my, he looks so dazed as if he's barely even present. “Duke are-”

“You said my name”

“What are you talking about?”

“You said my name the last time you said it you were mad at me but you said it just now because you were happy” You stare up at him so confusingly this man is just so—surprising.

“I guess I did but why did you run out here with no protection when the sun is out?” That seems to knock him out of whatever trance he was just in. He straightens his back but with your jacket draped over his face, he just looks ridiculous. 

“I heard you scream so I came here as fast as I could but you clearly aren't in any kind of trouble. You were just excited…” His words trail off as if he's trying to make sense of it all and you can't help but smile sheepishly. “I'm sorry you got burned because of me. Do you need anything?” You tap your neck so he can know exactly what you are implying.

He shakes his head and stretches out his hand under the jacket. “I'm okay but there's something I want to show you” You nod and grab onto his hand allowing him to lead you.

•°~°•

He leads you to a room you've never been in. The double doors are humongous and have gold door knobs with gold lines going all throughout it.

With your jacket in his hand, he walks ahead placing his free hand on the doorknob.

 “If it gets too much we can leave” You nod suddenly feeling unsure of what is he hiding behind those doors.

Slowly he opens the door and you follow him into the dark room he walks off to the side to turn on the lights and the sight that's in front of you has you gasping for air. This room is so wide and tall that it must've taken months for someone to build this. Not to mention the rows and rows of….books?

You take another step inside and notice that every shelf is filled with books. There has to be a thousand books in here. You turn to face Miguel his hands are behind his back as he stares at you intently.

“This room is yours if you-”

You don't even think as you rush towards him wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in till your chests are flushed against each other. “Oh Miguel, do you mean it this is for me truly?” The rumbling in his chest tells you that he's laughing. You feel as his arms wrap around you. “Yes I mean it this is all for you. I wanted to give it to you sooner but I didn't know if it would be too much”

You pull back to get a clear look at his face. “A girl could never have too many books. Thank you this means a lot to me”

“It's not too much?”

“Nope, not one bit” Shyly you place a kiss on his cheek, and to your surprise he does the same. As you stare into his eyes for far too long the emotions that you're feeling begin to overwhelm you as they always do when you're with him. You push away from him, placing the back of your palms against your face since you feel too hot.

“Stop staring at me and let's go eat breakfast”

“I'll be staring at you while we eat too so it doesn't make a difference”

Oh gosh, you don't think you'll be able to handle when he's like this either.

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I cut out this gif of Miguel running while rewatching ATSV and I just keep... staring.

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Secrets Of The Duke Vampire Miguel O'Hara Part 5

Summary: During a chance encounter with the Duke of Nueva York, you discover he’s a Vampire when his compulsion doesn’t work on you. What happens when he holds you captive in hopes of keeping his century-old secret.....a secret?

Tags: Beauty and the Beast retelling, Vampire Miguel, arranged marriage, set in the 1800s(hence why he's a Duke), another ff where's he's mean in the beginning, Miguel being caring in his own little way, they do get a little close in the ending....iykyk, 7.5k words

A/N: Since I took a while to update enjoy this longer chapter mwah<33

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You don't know how you were able to continue working on the garden after his little performance, but you managed. All throughout, you felt just how hot your face was, and you knew it wasn't because of the extra layer he gave you; it was because of him.

After working in the gardens you guys spent the rest of the day ignoring each other, only seeing each other at the designated meal times. After washing up you sent back his coat only for him to send you a new one.

The following day, after breakfast, you wear his coat to go outside. It only makes sense; why else would he have given it to you? A handful of servants are outside playing in the snow, and since there's nothing else for you to do, you join them. You make as many snowballs as it takes for your hands to go numb. 

You're laughing now unable to contain your excitement. You manage to dodge a snowball from Gwen running to duck behind a tree only to share that hiding spot with Lyla. Both are unable to contain your giggles causing your hiding spot to be intercepted by Peter. You break off into a sprint and thankfully he gives you a head start. Looking behind you to see just how far away he is when you collide with something the force alone sends you backward. 

Preparing for the impact of the fall two hands hold you at the elbows bringing you upright again.

You're breathing heavily the adrenaline from the snowball fight and almost falling courses through your body. You peek open an eye to find the Duke staring at you. “I don't think I ever seen you with this much energy”

“Well we don't really see each other at all outside of meals and your study”

He nods. “That is true. Your dresses have arrived” It isn't until you feel his thumbs drawing circles on your arm that you realize he’s still holding you. It seems to dawn on him at the same time because he takes a step back forcing his hands behind his back.

“Do you wish to try them on?”

“Uh yeah I do actually just give me a moment I wish to finish play” 

“No the seamstress are here now-” 

You turn away from him eager to get back to the fight. “I’ll be there shortly Duke” Gathering a snowball in your hands you launch the next snowball at Peter who's passing through. You're grateful that they aren't using their super speed so you have a fair chance of catching them. A few minutes pass by and you expect him to no longer be there but when you look in his direction you realize he’s still there watching you in the doorway.

Maybe it’s rude of you to have him wait. Quickly you make your way over to him feeling embarrassed. “If I knew you were going to wait down here I would’ve-”

“It’s fine it seems like you were enjoying yourself”

He holds the door open for you as he leads you back inside the mansion. “Yes, I was. Thank you, my lord” When he leads you to one of the empty rooms you expect him to leave but instead, he sits down in a nearby chair. Oh heavens does he plan on watching you?

You stand hesitantly by the door. “Are you planning on watching me get dressed?”

“No, I only wish to see what fits and what doesn’t and I would like to know how my money is being spent. But if you wish for me to leave just say the word” You narrow your eyes at him you’re not sure if you want him to stay but you’re not sure if you want him to leave either. You have to swallow the lump in your throat before you can answer. “No, I want you to stay” 

Now fully entering the room you step behind the panel where two servants are waiting as well as the seamstress you feel quite embarrassed knowing that they listened in on the conversation. The first article of clothing is a pretty dress in the shade of magenta with a matching velvet corset. The sleeves stop right at your wrists so it's a perfect length. You step out of the panel and stand on the square box to showcase the dress.

You have no other choice but to fiddle with it since looking at the Duke will make things even more awkward. “Well, do you like it?”

“Yes I do I love the color”

This time he addresses the seamstress behind the panel. You forget that he doesn't really let so many people see his face apart from his household. “Great so we'll get four more dresses in the exact color” Your eyes grow wide as the seamstress replies in agreement.

“Now why do I ever need four dresses in the same color? Have you gone mad?”

“You are a Duchess are you not?”

“Yes but-”

“And you like the color don't you?”

“Well yes but-”

He claps his hands. “Then it's settled you'll get four more dresses in this exact color”

You stand there stunned for a second before you go back behind the panel. The next dress is made with another velvet material in the color black and this one comes with an added shawl and hood. When you step out he barely spares you a glance he's looking everywhere but at you. “Do you like the dress? The design of it?”

“I do it's lovely and very comfortable”

“Great then we'll get one in every color”

“No, we will not. Don't listen to him seamstress this black one will be just fine”

“No, it will not, next dress” He then has the nerve to wave you say with his fingers. Hastily you turn around to retreat behind the panel again and this goes on for the next seven dresses. You try them on then he requests an insane amount of dresses with the exact design just different colors and you argue about it and it just ends with you annoyingly walking away. 

Finally, it's the last and final dress however this one is just a little bit more…. revealing. The bodice is cut very low and the shoulders hang off with sleeves that drape past your fingers since there's no petticoat the dress hangs loosely on your curves outlining your figure. My goodness, it looks like you're trying to seduce the man. Immediately you turn to the seamstress shaking your head no and making a big X sign with your hands. You can't speak since the Duke has unique hearing.

Expecting them to agree with you you move to take it off however, they shake their head no ushering you to keep it on. The servants move to pull down the sleeves of your dress and the seamstress pushes up your chest making it more revealing. 

Your voice comes out in a harsh whisper. “Not you too guys stop it, it's not like that between us”

The seamstress turns to you giving you a thumbs up. “No, you look wonderful go go”

“No guys I can't-” But they don't listen, all three of the women push you out the panel causing you to trip over your own feet. Luckily you regain your footing and you can't help it as you glance at the Duke. 

But his face is unreadable and he's staring at something above your head. You knew he wouldn't be affected by you. “The ladies forced me to wear this but I will not be getting this since I have no use for it” You don't even wait for his reply and you're suddenly behind the panel again. Hastily you take off the dress not bothering to allow the servants to help you. You're embarrassed you knew there was an attraction between the two of you. You both knew that and you thought that maybe…just maybe you would get to see a glimmer of it but clearly that was not the case.

After changing you make your way out of the room going back to the snow fight outside you don't even bother sparing him another glance.

If he will not look at you then you will not look at him.

•°~°•

Miguel didn't have the heart to look at you as you tried on the dresses. The sight of you reminded him too much of the last time he was in this room with his previous wife. How could he have been so stupid? He should've never fought for him to stay but all he could think of at that moment was how pretty you would look in your new dresses. 

That and nothing else. 

He had picked these dresses from a catalog that the seamstress sent to him. He only stole a glance at you whenever you walked away.

What made things even worse was the raging feeling of his groin pressing against his trousers. He was aroused by just seeing you try on new dresses and liking the ones that he picked out for you. It didn't make sense but nothing did when it came to you.

He's not still mourning his dead wife and when he looks at you he doesn't think of her, it's just that being in this room for the first time after almost a century brought back unwanted memories. It was the last time he and his little family were happy before his wife took off with their daughter when his behavior became unbearable. 

This makes him wonder if he doesn't break the curse would you still want to stay? There will be no reason for him to keep you here. Or even if you did break the curse would you still want to be with him? Your heart can want one thing and your mind another. Maybe you'll flee like his wife did once you grow tired of him—of his presence.

Standing up to his full height he walks out of the room before the seamstress can see him. As he retreats to his study the sound of your laughter reaches his ears. He stops in the middle of the hall to peer out the window. Miguel stood there for the next 45 minutes watching you play amongst his servants. He just couldn't find the will to move.

•°~°•

A few days have passed since you were in the dressing room where the Duke refused to look at you. You've made it your business to ignore him since then. Well, ignore him as much as you can anyway you still have to come into his study in order to sleep. The Duke would try to speak to you but your answers have been short and sometimes one-worded.

Your monthly has finally ended and you can't help but feel relieved knowing that it's almost over. After you bleed there's always a period of time where you feel…very…very aroused to say the least. The desire to be with a man will sometimes become unbearable most times it's just plain annoying. Especially with the loss of your previous husband, there has been no one to help you relieve that ache that's between your thighs but yourself. 

However, it's just not the same if a man was with you, on top of you, inside of you. Your previous husband did a great job of relieving the aches but you're positive your current husband wouldn't be able to do so. Hell, he didn't even want to look at you as you tried on dresses how can he please you? Yet you would catch him staring at you during designated meal times and when you were in his study helping him look for facts about curses. You could always feel his stare.

Exiting your room you walk out to find many servants running around mainly the men. There was a loud chatter downstairs with your curiosity getting the better of you, you head down the trip to the Duke's study could wait.

You go straight to Lyla and Jess hoping that they will give you the answers that you seek. “Why is everyone running about? Are we preparing for something?”

Lyla looks rather awkward and Jess looks unsure. “Is no one going to tell me?” Jess clears her throat before responding. “Duchess the Duke is leaving and he will be gone for a few days” 

“What how-”

A loud but deep voice commands from behind you. “Leave us” Lyla and Jess bow as well as the nearby servants who are running around and preparing for departure move off to the far side of the room.

You turn around to face him. The Duke leaving was the last thing you expected from him and for days at that. What is he thinking? First, he decides to do little things that set your heart ablaze like putting your curls behind your ear or giving you his jacket to wear. Then he pulls back and refuses to even spare you a glance during your try-on as if he didn't practically request for him to be in the room. Hot and cold the Duke is and you refuse to address him first not looking him in the eye.

“I am leaving I will be gone for no more than 4 days”

“I was on my way to your study when were you going to tell me this? When I stayed waiting for you for hours or when you came back?”

He tilts his head at you before clasping his hands in front of him. “You're upset with me”

“No, I do not care what you do I am your captive after all. But a heads up would've been much appreciated”

“I intended to tell you at dinner but decided against it. I thought you would've been ecstatic to see that I was gone” You stare up at him confusingly but decide to hone in your expression.

You can't help it as you speak with gritted teeth. “How could you—you're right I will be very excited to know that you're gone. I couldn't care less have a safe trip or not I will be retiring early tonight” You turn preparing to walk away from him when a hand grabs your elbow preventing you from moving any farther. “I did not wish to upset you, and if you must know this trip is for you. I…” When his words begin to trail off you slowly turn to look at him. His eyes begin to dart all across the room as if he’s searching for something before eventually he looks you in the eye his nose slightly tilted in the air. “I was not planning on telling you because this trip is for you I venture out to obtain something for you”

You can’t help it as you stare at him confusingly. What could he possibly need to get for you that requires him to leave for days at a time?

“I don't understand what can be so important that you'll have to leave to get it. And I thought you hadn't left your estate in years. The only time you left was when I begged you to see my mother”

“That is true but after our last conversation I only realized how much I need to obtain this thing for you” He stares out the window before looking down to face you again. “I can only move at night. I need to leave now if I wish to be back in only 4 days. I'll write when I'm returning” You fold your hands across your chest suddenly feeling unsure. You were mad at him just a few seconds ago but now that he says this trip is for you, you aren't so sure if you can be that mad at him. Maybe you're just being selfish but if you're going to be held here against your will why not be pampered while you're at it?

But as you try to think back on your last conversation with him and nothing rings a bell, why is he still venturing out when there's a chance that his face can be seen—even recognized just for you?

“Well if you must go then go I couldn't stop you even if I tried but I can assure you I have everything that I need now that I've gotten my dresses….well okay maybe a few more lady products for my time of month since I had to make one of my own” You spew out the last words rather shyly speaking to a man about women products usually have you feeling this way. But he is now technically your husband so this should be fine right?

He nods before taking a step back and it's only then that you truly get to watch him from head to toe. He is covered in armor that is no doubt supposed to protect him from the sun if he were to get burned. And there's a sword on his hip probably for decoration because you're certain he doesn't need one. The Duke looks like a knight in shining armor…. literally. You give him a nod as well before you take a step back yourself and then he turns towards the exit. 

You watch as he and the others mount horses while being covered in armor he gives you one last look over his shoulder before leading them away—the sound of horses running echoes as the dirt begins to settle.

•°~°•

Miguel wasn't expecting your reaction. Maybe you're just mad that he's leaving you in this big mansion all by yourself. Well technically you won't be alone, you'll have the servants with you and it's clear that you've built a relationship with Lyla and Jess so why else could you be mad? He has no other explanation for your reaction but hopefully when he comes back with a perfect wedding ring that'll make you think otherwise. 

When you expressed to him that your relationship with him didn't feel martial he immediately thought of the first thing that you're missing: a ring. Granted he could've just had an owner of a ring shop come to the estate but that would've raised questions. So the only thing he could think of was going to them. After he gifts you a ring he hopes to put more effort into his relationship with you. He only has so much time left that Peter, Jess, Lyla, and Gwen remind him of it every time they see him. Not to mention the weary looks that the rest of his servants give him when he's holed up in his room or study and you're elsewhere around the estate. How can he break the curse if he doesn't bother to even be in your vicinity? 

The only time he truly interacts with you is at mealtimes and even that can barely be called an interaction since when he finally musters up the courage to speak to you meal time is more than halfway over.

But he has been trying though he just needs to try harder. Bringing your breakfast to you, and helping you with the garden shows that he's trying but is it really enough? His horse comes to a stop just as the sun begins to peak over the horizon. Light streaks of sunlight can be seen threading through the clouds as they are forced to come out. Immediately he leads him and his men to find shelter under a tree where they will spend the rest of their day resting and waiting till night falls.

He's been thinking about you since the moment he mounted his horse. He can't help but wonder if you're thinking about him as well.

•°~°•

When you ate breakfast for the first time all alone the silence was deafening. Granted you wished that you didn't have to eat with him every time he requested but to eat by yourself is just very odd. So you forced the rest of the servants who had yet to have their breakfast to sit and eat with you in order to make this less painful than it already is. You did this for every meal so you truly weren't alone.

The garden no longer needed attention since the extra help you received from the Duke had helped you tremendously so all there is to do now is sit and wait.

After washing up you made sure your curls were dry, grabbed your duvet, and headed to the Duke's room. Now is where the boredom settles in. Throughout the day talking to the servants had been fun. There were still so many to meet and so much to talk about you guys even played games. However, around this time you would've been in the study with the Duke still looking for more facts about the curse although you both came up empty most nights it still has been rather exciting learning about new things.

Hesitantly you tuck yourself under his covers and as you breathe in his scent you-

………….

Did you just sniff his sheets?

Oh my,  you—just sniffed this man's sheet! Does it smell really good and just like him yes but sniffing his sheets… oh come on! It does have a wonderful smell though. Sandalwood and roses drift through your nose causing you to sigh as you tuck your hand under a pillow. You wonder if he's alright if something happens to him out there then you will have no choice but to rule his estate since you're already the duchess. What does that mean for his people? What does that mean for the curse? You're still not sure if there's even a way for you to break the curse like Lyla and Jess have told you so many times. What if you don't manage to figure it out in time before the rest of the year is up?

You don't want to fail them.

Day 2

Another day has passed and night has finally fallen. He and his men can resume their journey. He is not that far from his destination now and once he reaches there he'll pick out your ring and resume his journey back home. The less time he's out here the better. He didn't even like the idea of leaving you by yourself in the estate for so long anyway. Miguel wonders if you decided to sleep in his bed or if you decided to sleep in his study either way the scent of you will still linger and he will be greeted by it when he returns. 

Do you still eat in the dining hall or do you have your meals in your room? Do you still sit in his study looking for facts about the curse or have you given up all hope? So many questions and yet no answers. It’s been 2 nights away from you and yet he can’t stop thinking about you. He's not worried about you or anything and he definitely doesn’t miss how annoying and infuriating you can be sometimes. You're his duchess after all and not to mention the Duchess of Nueva York he has every right to make sure you aren’t doing anything to mess up his feeble reputation. 

Mmhm—that’s it he’s worried that you’ll mess up his reputation while he’s gone.

Day 3

It's the third day now a letter should arrive by the time dusk falls that the Duke has made it there safely and is on his way back. It's raining today which means the snow will turn into mush and there will be no snow fight today. You can't even go outside otherwise you're sure the wind will try to blow you away.

Maybe you should try something new? You're positive the Duke would've hated it if you tried and stepped foot in the kitchen but he's not here right now, is he?

An hour or two before lunch you make your way to the kitchen eager to help. You've always loved cooking…well you only cooked sweets but it still counts. Upon entering you greet all the servants in the room you're grateful to see Lyla and Jess amongst them. They all seem startled to see you here. “Is it okay if I make a little something as dessert? I'll try to make enough for everyone”

Lyla reaches out to you first, breaking the silence every servant stopped what they were doing because they were so shocked to see you in here. “Of course, my lady come in ooouuu, what are we making cake, cookies, brownies!” Her enthusiasm rolls off in waves and immediately you get excited yourself. It's been so long since you've been in the kitchen. Too long if you don't say so yourself. As you think about what to make you can't help but think that maybe you should make something for the Duke.

Oh my, here you are thinking about that annoying Duke again!

By making something for him he might know you're thinking about him but you're not you're just being kind. He is venturing out far for 3 or more days just to get you something. You can't think of anything else to give him, he's the Duke for goodness sake.

“I think I might make a cake so that way enough people can get some…and for the Duke does he have a favorite sweet?” Lyla narrows her eyes at you just as Jes and Gwen slide up next to you.

 “You plan on making him something don't you” Before you have the chance to answer her Gwen chimes in. “Oh this will be so much fun I'll get the pots!” Another servant chimes in. “I'll gather the ingredients”

It's not long till almost all of the servants disregard lunch and begin helping you make something for them as well as the Duke.

Oh no—what have you gotten yourself into?

•°~°•

Miguel and his men reach the shop right before morning, thankfully it's raining so there will be little to no chance of sun today. So instead of making it back the following morning, he could be back by nightfall. The rain will turn the slush into snow, no more snowball fights for you. You'll probably be upset about that. He's sure you'll find something to do for yourself.

Walking into town next door to the shop is a library. Didn't you say you liked to read? He sighs as he runs his hands over his face it's hard not to think about you when this whole trip is for you.

After getting a ring that he hopes you will like he gets an extra ring just in case you didn't like the first. Right as he and his men pass the library he hears Peter coughing to his left. 

“What do you want Peter?”

“The lady has shown her interest in books, my lord”

“I know she has Peter she told me herself”

“We are just feet away from a library…sir” Miguel sighs but this time he looks up to the sky before turning to face Peter and the rest of his men. They must think that he should get her a book as well but he doesn't even know what books she likes nor does he know if it might be too much.

His next words feel…just wrong coming out of his mouth. He doesn't ask people for advice. Ever. “Is it too much if I get her a book?” His men start back at him in confusion before sharing a weary glance with each other. 

One of the men spoke up. “Is this a trick question my lord?” 

“No, it's not. The Duchess she likes to read I need-” Miguel hates doing this he really does. “I need help figuring out what book might interest her”

When no one gathers the courage to speak, Peter is the next one to do so. “Off into the library we go gentlemen we need to find a perfect book for the Duchess!”

•°~°•

Miguel ended up leaving with ten books because he couldn't manage to pick one. Pride swells in his chest as he thinks of your reaction. If you like the books that he's chosen for you and seek more then he'll give you his library next. He should've done that before but it hadn't passed his mind until now.

Miguel is writing off his letter indicating that he will be returning earlier than expected when he picks up on a nearby conversation with his ears.

“He's the one that brought the two rings right?”

“That's him alright. Look at his armor, you think we could sell it for money?”

“Hah after we sell those rings we won't be begging for money anymore!”

Glancing at his men with their super hearing as well he knows they heard the conversation too. It looks like their arrival is going to be delayed.

•°~°•

The letter from the Duke was supposed to arrive hours ago. It's already night time and not to mention it's the third day plus there wasn't any sun shining. He could've easily made it late in the night depending on their pace. 

“Have you heard anything from him? Any letters?” Gwen lowers her head as do the rest of the servants. Where is he? It's well past 1 am and you decided to rest in the dining hall just in case he came back later on.

•°~°•

It's almost lunchtime when you hear corruption outside. You had no choice but to get washed up and changed since it was clear the Duke wouldn't be arriving.

You can't believe you're saying this but you're worried what if that's his men returning only to say that the Duke has been killed? This will be all your fault too since this trip was for you.

Nervously you begin to play with your fingernails as the door begins to open. Next to you, the worried expressions that are on all the servant's faces do nothing to aid your fear. After a few more seconds the breath that everyone has been holding gets released when the Duke comes into view.

“We were attacked upon returning, men who wished to rob us for what we had, and then the journey back took longer than expected” He's addressing everyone but his eyes remain on you. All of his men including himself are covered in dirt and grime staining their armor brown. Once realizing that he and his men are okay, the servants who stayed begin to help them.

The Duke wastes no time making his way to you. Your breath hitches in your throat and you force yourself not to take a step back since you're not sure what to say. You're grateful that he speaks first.

“Wife”

“Husband”

“Duchess”

“Duke” 

You can't help but tilt your head. What are y'all doing? You take sight of him from head to toe his hair is all disheveled with a few strands sticking to his forehead. And for the most part, he looks exhausted. “Are you okay?”

“I am and I have returned with a few things for you. Do you wish to see them?” All you can do is nod. You watch as he pulls something out from the pocket of his armor before getting on one knee.

Your heart rate begins to pick up as you watch him. “What are you doing?” He doesn't answer you, instead he grabs your left hand and takes out…a ring?

“You said that it doesn't feel like we are married”  He places the ring on your finger—and oh my it's huge!

You turn your hand to examine it fully. It's a silver band with roses leading up to a big pretty diamond. “This is beautiful but do I really need such a thing?” He nods then looks behind him and subtly moves his bed in your direction. His men immediately start moving towards the two of you each carrying what looks like a book in their hands.

The Duke looks around the room standing before looking at you. “We passed by a library so I thought you might-”

“Yes! Yesyesyesyes you got me books?” You grab the first one that you see and you take note that it's a book that you've seen before in a library in town. “Thank you so much taking care of the gardens has been wonderful but I have missed reading”

“Then the rest are yours and I will bring them to your room” Without thinking you reach out grabbing his hand to give it a gentle squeeze. “Thank you, Duke” When your hand lingers for far too long you pull away and head straight to your room. Suddenly you become aware that you are not the only two present when Lyla, Gwen, Peter, and Jess give you a thumbs-up from behind his back.

•°~°•

After the Duke washes up you both have lunch and surprisingly you both engage in conversation. You felt compelled to ask him about his trip since it was for you. Thankfully he had a lot to say and he even described the library to you. He did however look alarmed when you asked for all the servants to sit and eat with you as well.

If you weren't so nervous you would've given the Duke the brownies that you made for him after lunch but you decided against it. It wasn't until dinnertime was over that you finally managed the courage to do so. You're freshly washed, there's shine to your lips and you even sprayed some perfume and in doing so you had Lyla and Jess giggling at you while they helped fix your curls.

You just wanted to look presentable, that's all. But as you look down at your nightgown, maybe coming in like this is a little too much.

Heistaintly you knock on the door and you hear his voice from within calling you inside. The grip that you have on the plate worsens.

As you look at him it looks like he too just washed up. His hair is wet causing a few of his brown curls to stick to his forehead. His white top is open revealing his chest and his chest is so—it’s so nothing you are not going to ogle the Duke's chest. He's your captor for goodness sake!

Your face heats as you open your mouth to speak. “Since the trip was for me I wanted to make you something and this was the only thing I could think of. Of course with the help of your servants,” You push the plates towards him practically shoving it in his hands.

“You made me something?”

“Yes I-I didn't know what else to give you if you don't like it you can just give it to the servants”

“No, I'll keep it…thank you” You nod and turn your attention to the sleeves of your nightgown. A gasp forces its way out of your throat when you see just how visible your breasts are. Your nipples are practically waving at him. Folding your arms across your chest as a way to cover up you turn your face up to the ceiling.

A low sound that emits from the Duke surprises you; it almost sounds like a laugh?

“There's no need to be embarrassed”

“I’m not I just—ugh whatever do you need anything from me? I was going to offer earlier but I got too engrossed in the books that you gave me” You try to read the look on his face and you can't but his eyes shift to red so you're guessing he's on board?

“If you don't mind then yes it would be much appreciated”

You nod. “Should we do this sitting or standing?”

“Whatever you feel comfortable with” You make your way to the couch since the last time you did it standing it got too intimate. Maybe sitting will change that?

Once seated you move your hair over to give him access to your neck. When he sits down his eyes are bright red and his left hand rests on the base of your neck. “If I'm too much you know what to do right?” You silently nod before looking the other way. You rather not look at him while he's sinking his fangs into your neck.

He gets close to the point where you can feel his breath on your neck and you brace for the pain when you hear him breathe in through his nose. It sounded like he smelled you.

You're about to ask him what's going on when he takes another sniff. And then another and another to the point where you can feel his nose drag across the side of your neck to the center of it.

“What's that smell?” 

“I’m not sure I just bathe my lord should I wash-”

“No no that's not if you smell…delectable good enough to eat. What did you do? I could barely think straight” What is he talking about?

“I haven't done anything, maybe it's the perfume I just sprayed-” You're cut off when you feel his fangs piercing your skin. The sound that you let out sounds way too close to a moan. You don't understand the science behind this. The first bite hurts but when he begins to feed the pain goes away.

The hand at the base of your neck stays and once again you feel tiny love bites on your neck as he gets his fill. Not expecting his hand to start wandering you barely registered as the hand on your neck disappears and glides down between the valley of your breasts and circles your waist drawing you in closer.

For you to think that sitting down would make this less intimate oh boy were you wrong.

The hand around your waist tightens which forces you to rest a hand on his forearm for support. A few more seconds go by and then finally you feel your body getting weak. 

But for some odd reason, you don't want him to stop.

You don't want him to let go.

When was the last time you've been held like this? 

Oh my, you really need to snap out of it before he takes too much!

“My lord?” From his forearm, you slide your hand up to the side of his neck and tug on his hair since it worked last time. He removes his fangs from your neck but hovers over the spot. His breath causes goosebumps to form on your skin. Without warning he changes the position using the arm on your waist to help. He brings you into a straddling position over his thighs. 

Although his fangs are gone the red in his eyes still remains. “Whatever you're doing you need to stop. You say you're not a witch but then explain why your scent is making me feel this way?”

“I already told you I'm not doing anything I—” And then it dawns on you it's been a few days since your last cycle. It's around this time your “arousal” will increase. Oh God does this mean he can smell that too? It's not like you can even control it; your body just produces more sensual feelings after your cycle and not to mention more slick as well.

You stare down at his both hands that are around your waist and the way your nightgown has bunched up causing most of your legs to be on display. You're not even fully seated on him, you're hovering over his thighs. The Duke is not even looking at you, he's more so hypnotized at the sight of your bare neck.

You're way too embarrassed to tell him exactly what he's been smelling. Maybe it's best if you just get off of him altogether. But as you move to do so he gives you a squeeze and he pulls you down to be seated on his lap. Your eyes widen as you feel him poking your inner thigh and trust it doesn't take a genius to know what that is.

The Duke leans forward and gives your neck a tiny bite; it almost feels playful. His teeth graze against your skin. He does it again.

And again.

And again. Subconsciously you let out a moan as he pulls your hips forward, your almost bare lower half rubbing against his hardened length causing friction where you most desire to be touched. It isn't until he reaches a spot in your neck that's ticklish that you laugh.

As if your laugh breaks him out of a trance he pulls away from you his eyes rapidly blinking. The color in his eyes flickers from red to his regular brown. It's like he's fighting an internal battle. 

His voice comes out as a whisper. “You laughed for me” You have to blink several times before you can respond. “I did?” It comes out more as a question than a statement.

“Do it again. You never laugh when you're with me” Before you can respond he bites the same spot on your neck again. You look down at him in confusion as another laugh escapes you. There's no way he really thinks this is going to work again…well it kind of did didn’t it?

You absentmindedly begin to play with the back of his hair.  His face is flushed but yet so full of life. “I’ve never seen you like this before”

“Well you've never been on top of me before”

“Touche” Silence falls between you, and it makes you nervous. You're sitting on the Duke in a very scandalous position not to mention there's only a tiny bit of fabric between the two of you. This shouldn't be happening. 

This is wrong. So wrong.

He's your captor and you are being held here against your will. This—whatever this is shouldn't be happening.

You move to get off of him. “I-I have to go”

He gives you a gentle squeeze on your waist. “Wait give me a second I have to calm down first” Your face heats up because you know what he means by “calm down” You can still feel it against your thigh.

“Would me staying here actually help?”

“It would just—just give me a minute” You nod and slowly you remove your hands from his hair to rest in between you. This just got too awkward. The only thing you can think of to pass the time is to not look at him. Twiddling your thumbs should make this better.

“I thought of you the moment I left. I truly didn't think my absence would affect so if I caused you any pain when I left I truly am sorry”

“It's fine I don't even know what came over me when I heard you were leaving. I was just angry that while I'm forced to be here you can go as you please. Duchess or not you're still my captor”

“You do know why I must keep you here right?”

“I do….but it still hurts nonetheless”

“I’m sorry but I'm trying to do whatever I can to make you feel comfortable”

You steal a glance at him only to find him staring at you so intently but when you look away he takes his index and places it under your chin till you're facing him again.

Damn him.

“I know and oddly enough I thank you? Not sure if I'm supposed to give you thanks but I do” You can't help it as another laugh escapes you but this one is more filled with nervousness than anything.

His right-hand leaves your waist and cradles the side of your face. His hand is so big it covers half of it. “You look so pretty when you laugh” You don't know how to explain it but this feels too intimate from the current position you're in, to his words and to the fire raging behind you. This is too much you're not sure if you can handle this. Tears begin to sting your eyes beige you have the chance to stop it.

“O’Hara I can't do this with you. T-This isn't right I'm sorry I have to go” You push off of him not waiting for a response.

He grabs your hand before you have a chance to make it to the door. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, I just can't do this with you not right now. Please let me go” He gives you a nod before letting go running his hand through his hair. He looks stressed completely different from how he looked at you just minutes ago.

“You can sleep in my room tonight. I won't go in there so you'll be completely alone” You give him a nod barely even having the courage to look him in the eye. With hurried steps, you walk into his room without looking bad.

You close the door to his room and lean against it resting your hand against your chest the tears forcing to escape from your eyes.

This was just too much to handle.

He's just too much to handle.

This is all wrong he's your captor, and you're his hostage this cannot be.

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Can you make a fic based off of wife!reader & husband!miguel?

Miguel was with his friends downstairs and they were pretty drunk after all those beers & Miguel had said something hurtful to reader? Just pure angst 🙂‍↕️🫶🏻

Your Spiderbite Hurts Me the Most

Miguel O’Hara x Wife Reader Oneshot

Sorry I haven’t answered this in so long!

Hope you enjoy it! 💕

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Your tired gaze stared half-heartedly at the paper in your hands. Another negative pregnancy test. As soon as you saw the result your crumbled up the paper and threw it into the bin underneath the sink. Taking a deep breath as you lean your hands against the marble counter top.

"Y/n! Where did you go?! We're out of beers down here!" Your husband's voice roared from downstairs followed by his boastful laugh.

You claw your nails against the palm of your hands daring for blood to spill. Not like your husband would care if you hurt yourself. Probably wouldn't blink an eye if you slit your wrists here and dropped dead on the bathroom floor. Your gaze went to the large sparkling rock on your left hand as you felt another piece of your heart break. With every fiber of your being did you miss the man who gave you this ring five years ago. How you would do anything in the universe to get that version of your husband back.

"Y/n!"

"Coming!"

You make sure you look presentable before rushing downstairs to the main living space. You put up a loving and happy smile as you head towards your husband who was sitting down on the sofa chair talking with his friends from work.

"Finally you come down. Can you get us more beer?"

"Is that seriously why you called me downstairs?" You chuckled trying to hide your annoyance.

"We're out of beer. I thought you could be a doll and go get us some more." Miguel slapped your ass making your face redden in embarrassment as you slap his hand away, glaring down at him. He and his friends only laughed in return as he grabbed you by the waist and placed you on his lap. You pulled back as you could smell the beer on his breath.

"Don't you think you've had enough?"

"I've heard enough of your complaining. Am I right?" He laughed followed by his other friends.

"Hey Miguel maybe you should go teach her a lesson in the bedroom." One of his guy friends chimed in. You felt your gut raise to your throat as you saw the creepy look on his face as he said that. God when did Miguel start hanging around such sleeze bags? You missed his old colleagues like Jess and Peter. But after your last miscarriage about a year ago you haven't seen them since. You honestly haven't seen your real husband either.

"How about you guys enjoy the football match and I'll pick up more beer and snacks for you." You get out of Miguel's lap before he can decide if he wants to take up his friend's suggestion.

Without evening a glance from your husband who went back to talking to his friends as you grab your coat, gloves, scarf, and purse and head out to the store.

The ice chill of a December night wrap around your body as you walk outside. Maybe you take the long way. Let him and his asshole friends wait longer.

As you walk on the street you notice all the Christmas decorations throughout the city. If anyone was in their apartment they wouldn't even know it was the festive holiday.

A couple not much older than you and Miguel walk past you, arm in arm enjoying each other company and whispering sweet comments. You felt extra cold on your right side, the side Miguel was always on when walking outside together arm in arm as you rest you head against his bicep. Now you rarely go anywhere together and when you do your always a foot a part from each other.

You quickly wipe a tear falling down your cheek as the couple walking past you briefly smiles at you in pity.

As you walk into the store you notice a woman look up at something in the sky in awe as you hear her say to someone, "Look! It's Spiderman."

You lazily walk down each isle trying your best to waste more time and annoy your husband. After getting the beer and chips your husband likes as well as a couple of bottles of Chardonnay for yourself you lazily push the cart passed the electronic section where quite a few people were stopped in front of the TVs watching the news.

"Wow that spiderman sure is amazing." Said one man.

"I saw him in person once. He is so big!" Said a woman.

"He has the perfect physique. I wonder if his face is just as attractive." Said another woman talking to her friend.

"I heard he has a deep voice." She replied.

"Whatever girl is with him is so lucky. I'm jealous."

You rolled your eyes from the conversation you eavesdropped as you decided you spent enough time in the store. Ever since this superhuman appeared from nowhere three years ago everyone in Nueva York has been adoring him. Sure, your grateful that the crime rate has gone down significantly, but you didn't understand the hype around him.

After checking out you head back to the penthouse apartment you supposedly called home. Despite such a horrible year between you and Miguel with the constant fights you still loved him with your whole being. You hope maybe one day the man you fell in love with would one day come back to you with a loving smile and open arms to hold you close.

You take a deep breath before sighing as you turn the key in the lock before entering. As you enter the living space all eyes were on you.

"Finally she's back. What took you so long? The store is only two blocks away."Miguel impatiently asked as he walked up to you and snatched the case of beer in your hands.

"Your welcome?" You lightly glare at him which he returns before heading back to the living space.

You stomp after him as he sits back in the same spot. He looks up to you in question for standing in front of him.

"Seriously Miguel?"

"Ooo someone is in trouble with the missus." Said one of his friends who became quiet when Miguel shot him a glare.

Miguel grabbed your waist and forced you to sit on his lap. With the death grip he has on your waist you dared not move.

"Your mind is in circles today. It must have been when you banged it earlier today when cleaning under the table. She such a clutz, no wonder she keeps having miscarriages. Even if we could have a full time pregnancy she probably wouldn't be a good mother either." Miguel chuckles.

A smack echoed in the room as his head was turned to the side with a large red mark and small scratch on his cheek from the large diamond on your wedding band. You immediately got out of his arms and stormed upstairs to your bedroom.

You laid on the bed facing the alarm clock on your side of the bed watching as the hours went by. It wasn't until the clock struck 3am that you heard Miguel stagger into the bedroom. You felt arms pull you against a warm body as lips met your neck.

You wiggled your body out of his grip.

"Por favor mi amor." (Please my love)

You turn your head to face him as you shoot him a light glare. "I'm not in the mood Miguel. Your words really hurt me. I can't barely stand to look at you right now."

You heard him sigh as a chill was felt against your back from the lack of his warmth. You felt the dagger in your heart press deeper, making it hard for air to come into your lungs.

The deafening silence was too much to bear as you immediately get up from the bed and head to the closet to get dressed. When your dressed you leave the bedroom to head downstairs, immediately your followed by your curious husband.

"Where are you going at this hour?"

"Out." You head to the front door to grab your purse. Before you could leave you were stopped by his hand around your wrist. You glared up at him.

"It's not safe for you to be out by yourself. If you need to go for a walk so badly let me come with you." You see concern in his brown eyes, making yourself almost consider his offer. His soft eyes briefly remind you of time before all this heartache. But his words from earlier appeared back in your mind and your bleeding heart once a again turned cold.

"I'm going on this walk to get space away from you." You opened the door a few inches before it was slammed closed again by an hand above you. Your back was against the door with Miguel right in front of you inches away. His fingers lift your chin as his eyes move from your lips to your eyes.

"Please don't go. At least wait till morning. Then we can go out and talk." His lips brushed against yours but before they fully met you pushed him back.

"No. I don't have anything to say to you. I'll only talk to the Miguel who loves me and treats me they way he use to and wouldn't dare speak the words you did today or have you been treating me this past year. If you keep this up...I don't...I don't think I can stay in this marriage any longer." You look to him, eyes wide in shock from your words before you opened the door and left.

As you made it outside you were relieved that he didn't follow you. You continue to walk until you find your self in Central Park where you find a bench.

As soon as you sit the tears fall down your face as you contemplate everything that's happen this year wondering what went wrong. Your weary body and mind succumb to the cold of the night as you pass out from exhaustion on the bench.

Miguel stood before your sleeping state. Reddish-brown eyes gaze down at the clear exhaustion shown in your face in worry as he picks you up bridal style, whispering, "I promise you'll shed no more tears after tonight."

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This definitely will have a sequel. I should have the next chapter of “An Unexpected Match,” out soon! Hope you enjoyed this one shot!

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MIGUELS HOT TOYS FIGURE !!

EVERYTHING LOOKS SO GOOD! HIS HAIR HIS FACE HIS-

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Happy Mother’s Day to all the wonderful mothers of spider verse 💕💐

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Kinktober Day 28- Miguel x F!Reader: Dirty Talk

Summary: Miguel wants to try something new in your relationship.

Warning: MINORS DNI, SMUT, dirty talk

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It had been over a year since you and Miguel had started dating. The two of you were nearly inseparable. The two of you had met at Alchemax and soon came to enjoy each other's company. The chemistry you shared was unique.

Eventually, you pieced together that Miguel was Spider-Man. Once that secret was out, there was not much holding the two of you back. You would help him with the best of your abilities, just as long as he was honest with you.

Miguel was a stressed man. You were happy to calm and ease his worries. Best way was with sex. Miguel had the stamina to go on for hours. You always joked that it would not help with stress, but Miguel always said otherwise.

Tonight...Miguel said that he wanted to try something new.

"You look exhausted, Miguel. Want me to set the bath first?" You offered as Miguel entered your place through the window.

"Not yet," Miguel sighed heavily, taking his mask off and embracing you with a deep kiss, "I would like to destress first."

"Hehe, such a brat," You teased, "So, what did you want to try?"

"Hmm," Miguel had his suit disappear as he hovered over you on the bed, "I'm going to say a lot of bad things, mi amor (my love). Just remember I don't mean it."

"Ahhhh, dirty talk," You chuckled, taking your pajamas off, "Want me to call you, Daddy?"

"Hn,"

Miguel grunted softly as he captured your lips in a deep kiss. His hands groping your body as he placed himself between your legs. You could feel Miguel's erection as he rubbed his dick against your damp panties.

"What a naughty girl. Already so wet and I barely did anything."

You shuddered towards his words, finding this rather exciting. Miguel being mean to you while having sex might be a good idea after all. Gasping softly, you arched your back as Miguel started to rub against you rougher.

"Aye, mi putita linda (my pretty little slut). Want my dick that bad, huh? Want to be my fuck toy?"

"Mhm, yes~" You cooed.

Miguel chuckled as he ripped your panties off with his talons. You gasped, glaring towards him.

"Miguel! I just bought those!"

"Did I give you permission to speak?" Miguel asked with a raised brow.

Leaning down, Miguel started to gently bite your shoulders. He knew he couldn't bite down fully or his venom would paralyze you. Perhaps that would be something for another time.

"Tell me what it is you want." Miguel demanded as the tip of his dick poked at your throbbing hole.

"Mhm..."

"Speak. What does my pretty little fuck doll want?" Miguel taunted, biting your shoulder again.

Who would have thought this was so hot?

"Your dick," You begged, shaking your hips slightly, "I want your dick."

You gasped as Miguel gave you what you wanted. He threw your legs over his shoulder and inserted his large dick into your pussy. You moaned at the feeling of being stretched out, ready for another long night of passionate sex.

"So tight. Just for me," Miguel groaned as he started to thrust his hips into you, "Tell me, (Y/N), what are you good for?"

"Ah~ Hah~ Y-Your dick!" You cried out, his fast pace already making a mess of you, "T-To please you!"

"Your slutty pussy belongs to me. See how well you're sucking my dick in? So fucking naughty," Miguel chuckled.

Your core started to burn as Miguel kept insulting you. His rough thrusts matching his harsh words, making you wet with each one. His grip was tight against your waist, making sure you wouldn't squirm away from his thrusts.

"Fuck, look at you. A horny mess. Tell me, you like how my dick destroys you, right?"

"Y-Yes!" You moaned, flinching as you felt your orgasm appraoching.

"That's right. Keep sucking my dick with these tight lips. You're going to drink every last drop of my cum, right (Y/N)?"

"Yes! Yes!"

Miguel's dick was abusing your pussy. His tip kissing your cervix as his balls slapped against your burning core. You felt his dick twitch inside you as your orgasm began to wash over you. Crying his name out, you moaned breathlessly as he unloaded inside you.

"Tired already? I'm no where near done with you."

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You were on your knees, face pressed against the pillow as nothing but moans escaped your lips. You lost track of time and the amount of times Miguel has cummed inside you. His pace was still ongoing, but you were losing stamina.

"Done already?" Miguel questioned with a slap of your ass.

"Hn~"

"Your pussy is still begging for more. Let me guess, you want to get pregnant, do you? To have my baby?" Miguel chuckled, his hips thrusting faster, "You better not spill anything after this load, (Y/N). Si lo haces, no tendré más remedio que convertirte en mi basurero de esperma. Convertirte en una madre muy pronto. (If you do, I'll have no choice but to turn you into my cum dumpster. Make a mother out of you really soon.)"

You couldn't even understand what Miguel was saying. All you felt was your body give into one more explosion of pleasure as you saw stars. You swore that this was the moment you entered heaven, since you couldn't think anymore.

Miguel panted heavily as he held onto you for a moment longer. His dick finally falling limp after cumming inside you again. Slowly pulling out, Miguel was careful to lay you down. You body twitched as you slept soundly.

"Aye, my lovely (Y/N)." Miguel whispered, kissing your head, "You spoil me too much."

Getting the shower ready, Miguel returned to retrieve you. His eyes wandered your body, admiring his work. So many of his marks on you. Focusing on your cunt, Miguel's lips twitched into a smirk as his cum started to flow out of you.

"I owe you an apology after this," He chuckled, carrying you into the bathroom, "Perhaps after I get you pregnant."

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I cant wait for the next chapter ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Secrets Of The Duke Vampire Miguel O'Hara PT 4

Summary: During a chance encounter with the Duke of Nueva York, you discover he’s a Vampire when his compulsion doesn’t work on you. What happens when he holds you captive in hopes of keeping his century-old secret.....a secret?

Tags: Beauty and the Beast retelling, Vampire Miguel, arranged marriage, set in the 1800s(hence why he's a Duke), another ff where's he's mean in the beginning, fluff+sweet moments(finally), the plot thickens, 5.8k words

A/N: Super duper sorry for the long wait but I've had the flu+work+school. BUT for those still waiting on "The Fates That Tie" I promise it'll be out soon!Mwah xoxoxo<333

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Sleeping in this frozen room is horrible you're not sure if you can keep doing this. While your mind might be playing tricks on you, you swear you can see your breath.  Not to mention that when you awoke your stomach was in knots and sadly you know what that means: your time of the month is near.

As you make your way down to breakfast you bump into Lyla and Jess. They bow to you before leading you to the lowly lit dining hall.  “There's something I need to get off my chest. I'm sorry for yesterday I shouldn't have spoken like that. He's your Duke and-”

“Please my lady no we shouldn't have lied to you. Curse or no curse that wasn't right. We're sorry” You nod to them grabbing both of their hands to give it a gentle squeeze. 

“While you're both here is there any chance that I can get thicker dresses? I don't think I can last throughout the winter if I don't have any.  And then for my room is there any way I can get a fire going seems like no cover is thick enough to prevent the cold air from reaching me”                              

“Of course my lady we'll see to it we're not so sure about the fire however we haven't had the need for firewood in forever the fire in the Duke's rooms is magic”  You're about to say something in response when the rest of the servants bring in breakfast and the Duke strolls in.

When the Duke sits your eyes meet and immediately you're unsure of what to do. He gives you a nod and you find yourself doing the same. Silence coats the air as you eat and surprisingly he's the one that breaks it first. 

“Did you sleep well?”

“I did…and you”

“I wouldn't know I don't sleep”

Oh.

Ermmmm how are you supposed to respond to that?              

 “Well that's unfortunate” Silence fills the air again but soon breakfast is over and you're returning to your room. 

Yeah, that wasn’t awkward at all….

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Although snow coats the gardens you can't help it that you still want to try to work on it. You have faith. Faith that life would be restored to the lands once more.  Your thicker dresses haven’t arrived yet so you're forced to bundle up using multiple layers before heading outside. 

When you make it outside every piece of land that you worked on including the part that you didn’t get to is covered in snow. Your progress is ruined. Immediately you sink to your knees combing away the snow, having to pause occasionally as your hands grow uncomfortable due to the low temperature.  Just like yesterday, you feel someone watching you so you turn your head to see if they are hiding at the same window. Turning your head quickly hoping to catch a glimpse of them but all you catch is the curtain's movement, a sign that they did not want to be caught.       

“My lady, would you like some help? You can’t be out in the cold very long for your dresses haven’t arrived yet” You turn expecting only Lyla however it’s more than 6 servants that are there. “Lyla, what’s all this?”

“The lord requested that we help you” Confusion dances across your features. Was he the one watching you then? Maybe not. He's supposed to be resting during the day.  Jess or Lyla probably told him what you were up to. You give her a nod, and you need all the help you can get. Being so engrossed in your work you hadn’t realized your face grew wet causing your hair to stick to it and your nose started running. Gwen was the first to mention it.

She places a hand on your shoulder. “Why must you cry, my lady?”             

You tap at your face hoping to wipe the tears away. “I-I’m not sure I just really want this to work I suppose. Back home my neighbors and friends sometimes pay me to look after their gardens. It brings me joy to watch it flourish after weeks of hard work.”

“But our land is cursed”

“That doesn’t mean it can’t get care and attention, it deserves to grow”

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Miguel is sitting in his study when there’s a knock on the door. Enters Lyla with parts of her dress soaked from being in the snow. “Does she require more help?”

“No my lord we’re enough….it's just that the lady cries and I’m unsure of what to do”

Miguel can feel his anger rise. Someone has made you cry and for that, they must pay. “I want a name”                           

Lyla shakes her head. “No she cries for the gardens, the snow has ruined her hard work but with another storm approaching our work today will be for nothing” He could almost laugh. Of course, you would be the type to cry over gardens. You are a peculiar one indeed.  He thinks it over as he turns the pages of the book that has been no help to him. He's never had the need to worry about the gardens when he has servants for that.

Miguel sighs as he closes the book. It's daytime he's supposed to be resting and yet here he is reading books that are supposed to help him understand why his magic didn’t work on you.  “Build something large enough to cover the gardens. Only the men will build and make sure they start during the night when she’s sleeping. It should be done by the time she wakes in the morning” Lyla takes a bow as she leaves.                 

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By the time lunch rolls around your spirits are depleted. If you could skip dinner you would but you're in no mood to deal with the Duke and his commentary.      

It's when you're halfway through your meal he decides to speak. You know something changed between the two of you since that night but for him to begin a conversation with you again makes you uneasy….it feels like he's planning something. Because why else would he want to speak with you?

“You've grown attached to the gardens”

You nod. “I suppose so…I gardened a lot when I was home”

“You're wasting your time” 

You scoff. The audacity of this man who keeps you here giving you nothing to do but sit around and play his Duchess and he's mad that to pass time you tend to his garden…..“Well, what else do you think I should do with my time here? You don't even have books for me to read the most you have are dictionaries and even those are outdated and-”

“You like to read?”

“W-What?” You pause stunned by his question. “You said there's no books for you to read I'm assuming you like to read”

You pick up a napkin bringing it to your lips to hide your face. Suddenly feeling…shy. What's wrong with you?  “Oh yes I do I always have—but that's beside the point why are you getting mad at me for gardening?”

“I—dammit no that came out wrong I'm not mad it's just your wasting your time trying to bring life to something that's already dead”

“I have faith and you should too or are you lacking in that department as well?” He says nothing as he stares at you. Maybe you shouldn’t have added that last part. 

“My faith died the moment I was turned so yes I am lacking in that department—” He gets up from the table throwing a napkin on his plate. “If you'll excuse me” You watch as he leaves the dining hall he's probably retiring to his room. You’ve only seen him once after your shared meals are over so you’re sure won't see him till dinner time.

As you finish up your meal you can't help but head straight to your room. You didn't do anything wrong but why do you feel like you did?  He’s been nothing but awful to you since you’ve been here and so what if you hurt his feelings he’ll live.  

When dinner time rolls around, you feel even more awful when he isn’t sitting opposite of you. All it took was one comment, and now he’s ignoring you. It’s been a month since you had to endure his behavior, and yet you're fine….men are always so sensitive. 

You pull yourself out of your thoughts as you rake your fingers through your wet curls. Although the bath was great now that you no longer have the warmth of the hot water you’re back to the freezing cold. It seems like Lyla hasn't been able to get any wood for you.

Checking the clock you realize that it's half past one. Surely the Duke would be in his room right now and not in his study? The only two places that have a working fire all throughout the estate are his room and his study so you have to pick your poison.

Grabbing your duvet hesitantly you walk through the halls leading to his study you try to peek below the door to see if there's any light shining but you can't.

 Opening the door you poke your head through your eyes scanning the area to see if he's in there. When you don't find him you take a step inside and you almost let out a sigh of relief but as you turn your head to the side you see him standing in the corner leaning on one of the bookshelves. His white shirt is loosened revealing his chest and his hair is not kept out of his face like usual.

Oh my, he must've been getting ready for bed. You've probably been staring for far too long because his eyebrows raise as if to question you.

“I'm sorry I wasn't aware that you were in here. I'll take my leave”

He points to the fire. “Is it not warmth that you seek?”

“Yes, but this room is already occupied by you so…” Your words trail off as he points to the couch. “I will not stop you from sleeping” He then walks himself to the desk burying himself in his rows of books without sparing you another glance. You open your mouth to speak but you're unsure of what you should say next. You're not even sure if you can sleep if he'll be just a few feet away from you. Closing the door you make sure to make little noise so you won't upset him. 

You hold your duvet tightly around your chest you've suddenly become aware of the very little clothing that you wear underneath this. You're in just your nightgown, nothing else. Sitting down on the couch you look around the room. There has to be at least a hundred books here. You wonder if you asked him nicely if he'll allow you to read one. As your eyes continue to wander you can't help it as you watch him. From this perspective, he looks like a regular young man you wouldn't be able to tell that he's a blood-sucking monster or a hundred years old.

The hopes of you sleeping are now non-existent. How does he expect you to sleep when he's in the room? Granted you don't think he would try anything but….you just can't.  

“You're staring” You quickly look away because he is right you are staring. “I wish not to offend you I just can't sleep”

His eyes remain cast in the books, and he doesn't even spare a glance your way as he speaks to you. “Does my presence bother you?”

“No I just can't sleep anymore…my lord” You try to ignore that he's still trying to make conversation with you isn't this like the 3rd time for today? Silence fills the air between the two of you and you're about to say something when the sound of banging from outside reaches your ears. 

You begin to look around the room. “What is-” The Duke cuts you off as he clears his throat. “Do you wish to help me?”

“I'm sorry?”

He sighs. “I really don't like repeating myself” You narrow your eyes at him before slowly rising to your feet. “What is it that you need help with?”

“I need to look over all of these books about witches, curses, and vampires” 

“And you need my help for that?”

“If you choose not to sleep then it certainly would be easier if you can help” You nod as you begin to look around for a chair to drag to his desk. Dragging a chair to his desk you sit down waiting expectantly for him to give you a book.

“Which ones have you finished and which do we still need to look over?” He points to the large pile of books on the left side of him all without looking up from his book. Jeez if he didn't want to look at you he could've just said so. Or better yet why does he insist that you stay?

•°~°•

This is the second time you've been in his space. His personal sanctuary if you will. The first time this happened he was on the verge of bleeding out. Dire circumstances brought the two of you here but now you're here—just because.  He's not sure if he should even speak to you. But what would he say?

Miguel knows that time is running out. The snow falling on his estate is a clear indicator of that but how must he go about it? How must he go about having you fall in love with him and him falling in love with you?

It's different if he performed acts of kindness in the shadows but to do it in the light where you can see it is a whole nother territory. He sneaks a glance at you taking a break from staring at words on a paper. 

The flames dance across your skin wonderfully. But you're tired. The lines under your eyes give you away. Maybe he shouldn't have asked you to help him….but if he didn't he would risk you finding that he had his servants building something for you.

He notices that your hair is wet. The end of your curls leaves droplets to land on your duvet. He also noticed how fast your heartbeat has picked up since you first stepped in here. It's as if you can feel his stare on you. Surely you can't, right?

•°~°•

He's staring.

He's staring really hard.

And you don't know what to do about it. It's like you can feel the heat of his stare on you and no you don't mean the heat from the flames. The heat from his stare is a different kind of heat altogether.

You want to question him but what would you even say? As time went on you watched as the words began to jumble and your eyelids grew heavy. Falling asleep in his presence was definitely the last thing you wanted to do but something about being in this room felt so comforting.

•°~°•

You don't remember when exactly you fell asleep but you do remember hearing the sound of something sharp unsheathing from well—something.

With wide eyes, you wake to find another pair of wide eyes staring back at you. 

It's the Duke.

You also see his long nails that are dangerously close to your face. Is he trying to hurt you?

“A stray hair has fallen. I only wish to remove it with my nails so my touch wouldn't wake you. I was not trying to hurt you” Slowly you nod not sure of what else should you say and watch with hooded eyes as he drags your curl away from your face all while holding eye contact with you. This feels oddly too intimate.

“Do you still wish to reside here or should I take you to the couch?” He knows your answer before you do because he picks you up bridal style and brings you to his couch making sure your duvet is still tightly wrapped around you.

“Sleep, I will not hurt you” Is the last thing you hear before you fall under.

•°~°•

When you woke you were alone but the fire still raged. Quickly you retired to your own room to get ready for the day. No words despite “good morning” and “good afternoon” were the only things exchanged between you and the Duke during breakfast and lunch. It was weird yesterday it felt like you guys had shared a moment but then today it felt like you both didn't know how to move forward from it. This seems to be a regular occurrence between the two of you.

As the day went on you felt pain in your stomach. It was small but very noticeable. It happened at random hours during the day but you knew what that meant. It's just another reminder that your time of the month is even closer than you thought. Oh, how you dreaded when that moment came. Is there even a proper name for this time? When will we figure out why women bleed each month? 

Your stomach pains have kept you away all day from the gardens because it was well past dinner when you finally got the courage to go.

As Lyla escorts you to the gardens you can't help but notice how there's an extra pep in her step. Uh oh, that can't be good.

“Lyla, what did you do?”

She answers with a smile. “Well I haven't done anything but I'm still excited nonetheless”

“Lyla what-” You pause the moment the garden comes into view. Wooden planks surround the garden and it looks like glass is used at the top and along the sides of it so the plants can still get sunlight when needed. Oh my, they probably built it for you after you complained yesterday about the snow. You can feel your eyes sting with tears. This is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for you.

You throw your arms around Lyla without even thinking and when you see Jess out of the corner of your eyes you pull her for a hug as well.

“Thank you guys so much for this. How did you even build this? I was here just yesterday”

“Oh no, now I would love to take the credit but this wasn't us. We didn't even think of it this was all the Dukes doing. He made sure his instructions were to start once the lights went out in your room” Now that you think about it, that's probably the banging noise that you heard last night.

“But I don't understand why would he do such a thing”

You can tell by the way Lyla points her gaze to the floor and how Jess looks at Lyla expectantly you already know what happened. “We may—” Jess cuts her off. 

“You may-”

“Right, I may or may not have told him you were crying about it yesterday” Now you want to get annoyed but you know you can't so instead you pull her in for another hug before getting to work.

•°~°•

The moon is high in the sky when you finally decide to go back inside for the day. You're tired so all you do is wash up and grab your duvet. Should you check on the Duke? Give him thanks for the little house he made for your garden. 

 You’re in awe your own little garden house. Your face heats up at the thought of it. After cleaning up you head over to his study and knock.

“Enter” You take a deep breath as you do. 

“Good evening my lord” You walk all the way up to him. The chair that you left last night is in the same place so you take a seat. His eyes follow you till you are seated. 

“Hi,” He tilts his head at you as if he's confused. You tuck a curl behind your ear. Dammit, you can feel yourself getting shy. You didn't expect him to do something so—so nice for you.

“I want to say thank you Lyla told me that you had your servants build me a house for my—I mean your garden. That was very nice of you. You didn't have to do that” 

“She said that you were crying because of the storm damaging your progress and since you are my Duchess it's only right that I do something to make you happy”

My Duchess….Huh? You hadn't expected him to say that it sounded…weird, too intimate, and too domestic.  “I forget that we're married we don't do martial things”

“Are you suggesting we share a room? Sleep in the same bed?...Duchess”

You nearly choke on your saliva. “N-No I was just expecting…truthfully I don't know what I was thinking but it wasn't this. I've been married before and it was fun and we spent almost every waking minute together, but us—me and you….It doesn't feel like that at all. It almost makes me sad given that I am stuck here forever. Marriage is supposed to be beautiful” Oh Gods what are you saying? You're his captive he's your captor of course it's going to feel different. Oh girl, get a grip.

You can't even look him in the eye. You turn your face to the raging fire on your left. You hear as the Duke takes a deep breath. “You want me to spend more time with you-” Immediately you cut him off you blame the changes in your body for your foolishness. “No no no please just ignore me I don't know what came over me things are fine the way they are let's just continue looking for these answers yeah?”

You open up the same book you had yesterday. As you read on and on about the witches you scan their names and your eyes linger on the name circled in red ink. The more you look at it the more you realize you've seen that name before. Hell, the name even sounds familiar. Closing the book you rest your hand on your temples trying to figure it out.

The Duke seems to notice this because he closes his and rests his hand on your shoulder. “Is everything alright? Do you need any-”

“Oh…no I've heard of this name before” You're not sure why it's taken you so long to figure it out but you're sure of it that's her…she's one of your ancestors. They always talked about her your family has lots of powerful women it is even rumored that she was tempering with dark magic.

The Duke's voice shakes you out of your thoughts. “Tell me where have you heard of this name” 

“I believe this is one of my ancestors. I'm even sure we have her picture up somewhere in my estate. She was rumored to be a very powerful woman and before you say anything I swear on it I had no idea a-and I didn't plan this all to happen we don’t even share the same last name so-” He cuts you off giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “I trust you. But that means she gave me one of her ancestors to break the curse. She made me wait 100 years just to taunt me? Just because she knows how short my patience is? Could it be possible that she had your mind protected in some way?”

You think it over before you speak this is a lot and you're not sure what to make of this information yet. “Maybe she was able to see into the future but I don't know that seems a little far fetched” You pause as you think things over how can this be possible? It seems so unlikely that she would want you to break the spell. Why would she want her own family to do it? 

“I would say that on the night when I ran away…I swear I saw a saddle magically appear on the horse but I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me. Then not to mention after you fought the wolves I contemplated leaving you but I'm sure I heard someone say ‘Don’t leave him my child’ It's like someone or something was guiding me” You wrap your arms around yourself unsure of what to make out of all this. How can your ancestor do something like this? Curse all these innocent people all because of one man?

The Duke rests back in his chair, his eyes are closed and his fingers are running circles on his temples. You can practically see the wheels turning in his head. But he looks angry for the most part. If you were him and you just found out that the woman who is supposed to break your curse somehow is the same woman related to the person who cursed you, you would definitely need a moment.

 So you begin to gather up the books, closing each one before closing your own. “I should go it's pretty late already”

“Oh—right” He clears his throat before speaking again. “Do you wish to retire here for the night?” He points at the couch. “No I'll take my leave I'll give you some time to yourself” Gathering your things you begin to head out.

“Wait, no don't go” You stop dead in your tracks but you don't turn around. “How can you ask me to stay after what you just heard?” You pause as you think it over. You'll answer the question for him. “I'm actually not really feeling up to it tonight we can resume tomorrow Goodnight my lord”

•°~°•

Miguel doesn't sleep but tonight out of all nights he's found himself dozing off. That is until the smell of blood hits his nose. This blood is unlike anything he's ever smelled before it smells sweet but tangy. The more the smell assaults his senses the more he realizes that it's familiar.

It's your blood.

He springs into action without even giving it a second thought. He doesn’t have any time to waste you could be hurt bleeding out or worse: you could be dying. The minute he reaches your door he turns the knob only to find it locked. 

He pounds on the door with his fist the impact of it rattling the hinges. “Open the door! Are you hurt? Tell me what’s going on”

“I-I just a moment, please or actually come back later I’m kind of busy right now” He takes note of the tone in your voice. You sound alarmed and panicked even. Miguel bangs again. “No, I’m giving you five seconds before I break down the door”

“O’Hara—please just give me a moment.” He pauses for a second, your words playing like an echo in the back of his mind. You just said his name, you've never said his name before something is really wrong. That’s it he's coming in.  Using his shoulder the door opens with one push causing Miguel to stumble in. His eyes quickly find your eyes that are so wide they might be very close to popping out of the socket. He then notices the dark red stain in the front of your nightgown close to your pelvis and on the white sheets. The scene unfolds right before his eyes, where you are trying to take the sheets off the bed.

Oh.

Oh.

Well, this is rather… awkward.

He needs to break the ice before your hate for him grows. He straightens up rising to his full height. “My lady I swear I-”

“Get out”

“Please my lady it was by accident I smelled blood and I thought something was wrong-”

“Y-You can smell me?” He takes note of the way your voice shakes, dammit he shouldn’t have said anything. “Well, only your blood if you’re worried about how you smell then I can assure you that you smell wonderful just when I smelt your blood I thought you were hurt—dying” He pauses once he realizes he's rambling. 

He never rambles. 

“J-Just get out”

He takes a step closer. “I can he-”

“O’Hara leave”

He gives up right as he turns around Lyla and Jess come running in with extra sheets, a bowl of hot water, and rags. He manages to stop Jess before she enters the room.

“She's okay, right? This is just um…her woman's time of the month” Miguel makes rather awkward circles around his pelvic area. This seems to annoy Jess because she rolls her eyes. “Yes, this is the time of month when a woman bleeds from her lady parts. I know you were trying to help but leave her be. This is no place for a man” Before he can respond the door closes on his face.

He turns and walks away. He just wanted to help.

•°~°•

“Lyla, I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him” To say that you're embarrassed is an understatement. Why would he just barge in like that? You sink into the bathtub that is filled with hot water to ease your pain.

“He was only trying to help my lady don't think too much of it”

“Lyla I locked the door and he barged in like a madman and the fact that he can smell me makes it even worse”

“Oh hush he thought you were dying, cut him some slack” You hear Jess shout out as she helps Lyla with the sheets. Hastily you begin to scrub yourself eager to wash your embarrassment away ignoring both Jess and Lyla.

By the time you're finished, there are fresh sheets on the bed and your belt is in place. You grumble under your breath as you sit back on your bed. You turn to face Jess. “I can't even head down to breakfast I'm too embarrassed” 

“Should I bring it to you upstairs?”

“Yes, that would be great Jess thank you” When they get up there's a knock at the door. “My lady if all is well I have your breakfast…..I figured you might not want to come down and eat so I have it here. Should I leave it at the door or bring it inside?” You’re about to respond when both Lyla and Jess place a hand over your mouth answering for you instead. Your eyes grow wide once you realize what they’ve done. You do not want to eat with the Duke nor do you want him in your room. They quietly apologize to you before fussing with your hair and adding shine to your lips.

Once satisfied they head to the door, sneakily giving you a thumbs up right as he walks through with your breakfast in hand. You can feel your cheeks warm the second your eyes meet. You truly can’t wait to give Lyla and Jess an earful for leaving you with this man after being so embarrassed curse be damned.

“I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for my actions this morning,” He says while placing the tray of food on your lap, and setting the tea down on the bedside counter. You turn away from him as you begin to fiddle with your porridge. You hope he leaves soon; you're not sure how much you can take of this. 

He sits before speaking again. “Would you like to join me in the gardens when you’re finished?” This immediately catches your attention. He always speaks ill of the gardens but now he’s requesting you join him. 

“You never go down to the gardens”

“I know”

“You also never expressed care for the gardens either”

“Yes I also know that as well”

You look at him questionly with a raised brow.  “This is an extra attempt for me to accept your apology isn’t it”

“Well is it working?” You told your hands across your chest careful to not spill the porridge. “Meet me downstairs in the lobby once I’m done”

•°~°•

Unfortunately, your thicker dresses haven’t arrived yet so you’re forced to use your shawl once again. As you descend down the stairs, the Duke is waiting there for you. You feel rather nervous as his eyes are trained on you. You hate how intensely he stares at you. It feels as though he can see your inner thoughts, and your feelings without having to do anything.  When you reach he offers you his elbow and you look at it hesitantly before accepting.

As soon as you reach the gardens you're both down on your hands and knees tending to the garden. For a man who has been giving out orders for the past hundred years, he sure does listen well. You told him how to properly plant the seeds and how much space is needed in between each set. A brisk wind messes up your curls and causes a shiver to course through your body. 

At the corner of your eyes, you watch as he rises to his feet. He then grabs you by the arm forcing you to rise. You let out a huff. “What did I tell you about manhandling me?” He takes off his jacket all while making eye contact. His stare is once again so intense you have to look away. 

Damn him.

He holds it up in front of him and you turn around so he can help you put it on. You mentally curse yourself for being so submissive. He turns you around so you can button it up and this time you can’t help but stare at him. The winds cause his own hair to be blown around and you hate that he looks so….normal so handsome. Granted you knew he was attractive since the very first night. You wouldn’t have let him between your thighs then if he wasn't. 

In another world, this would seem like a courting gesture between a man and a woman. But you know better this is probably just him trying not to have his captive freeze to death. Getting tired of watching his hair be so misplaced your hand moves on its own tucking a loose strand behind his ear. Catching yourself all too late you take a step back and gasp in horror at what you just did. But he reaches out tugging you by his jacket closing the distance between you and does the same thing to you. However, he holds your curl twirling it in his fingers before tucking it behind your ear. 

His voice is low and raspy. He almost sounds breathless although his chest remains completely still. “Just returning the favor Duchess”

For a second everything outside disappears but then he pulls away and everything comes rushing back. He rolls up his sleeves and goes back to planting more seeds.

You’ve made up your mind bringing him back from the woods was not a good decision.

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okay.. hear me out

miguel o’hara as muriel from the arcana?!

this is still a wip, lol

(my art btwww :3)

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Kinktober Day 23 ~ Pegging

Miguel O'Hara x AFAB! Reader

Summary: After another thing goes wrong in Spider Society, you help him not worry about it anymore.

A/N: I need to write about messing with that Miguel booty more often. Enjoy!

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“He’s at it again.”

Jess says to you when you two stand in front of his lab. You can already hear stuff being thrown around, the angry growls of your husband resonating across the room.

“Uh, what happened this time?”

“We didn’t meet our quota of anomalies this quarter. I told Miguel it's stupid that we're tracking how many anomalies we grab, but he wants to make sure we're efficient.”

Another crash is heard, paired with an exhausted growl.

“Are we…not efficient?”

“We were off by one.” You can see how that would upset Miguel. He’s always particular, wanting to make sure things go the way he expects them to. “Time for you to go play ‘wife’!”

Jess waves you away when you disappear into the darkness of his lab. The throwing noises stops to your relief. All you saw is your husband fuming, arms folded with prominent frown lines across his forehead. He’s still cute when he’s angry.

“So…we’re only one off.”

Miguel throws his hands up, “I thought we were on track this quarter! Somebody screwed up and missed one or maybe didn't file a report or-”

The platform moves from a button press on your watch. You step up to take his hand, squeezing it.

“It's okay. We have another quarter.”

“Even if we make next quarter's goal, we'll still be off.”

Miguel’s arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest. His chin resting on the top of your head. At least he wasn't throwing things now.

“You know what I can do to help?” He hums, waiting for you to continue. “You haven't gotten that special thing in a while…”

“What special thing-oh.”

You know Miguel is getting flushed at your unexpected offer. You aren't sure why he gets embarrassed since he likes it so much.

“Can we do that tonight?”

“Yes, we can.” While parting you place your thumb and index finger on his cheeks, squeezing it a bit before giving his lips a quick peck.

Later that night, you pull out your tools, lying them on the bed as if you are about to do a medical procedure. Miguel’s naked self lying on the sheets, crimson eyes watching your every move. His cock standing hard and proud for you.

You hold up the red dildo shining bright in the bedroom light. You effortlessly put the strap on, as if you've done this hundreds of times. Before, you felt silly with it dangling in front of you. Now, you can definitely see the appeal.

“What does my baby prefer?” You climb on the bed, making the bed dip. “Missionary or doggy?”

“Missionary…”

Your eyes flicker with intrigue. Miguel hardly asks for missionary. That one anomaly off must've really affected him.

“I get to see your handsome face while I fuck you.” You stroke his cheek and he leans into it, desperation filling his eyes.

To make sure he's ready, you pour some lube on your finger.

Miguel gasps when you insert a digit in his hole, feeling how tight it is around you.

“Relax for me.” You lean forward, the fake cock brushing against his. Miguel’s tense muscles start to relax from your touch. How you're pumping in and out of him, not having much resistance.

“Good. Good job.”

Cum leaks from his tip and you reward him by sucking it off. Licking your lips while humming at the taste. Miguel whimpers while you keep fingering him, eyes lowered. You think he's ready enough so you add a second finger. He shifts at the sensation.

“How does that feel, Miggy?”

Miguel struggles to say anything coherent, “G-Good. Really good…”

It's been a while since you've fucked him. By the way his cock twitched, you know once you slide into him, he's practically gone. But this is to make your man feel better.

“I think you're ready…”

You pull out your fingers then get in between his legs. Miguel’s relieved expression made your core burn up. How submissive he is in this moment, you wanted to take a picture. You line yourself up with him. Your eyes on your husband’s face when you push inside him.

The way his eyes flutter, mouth agape, made your cunt squeeze. His groan much deserved while he grips the pillows. You ignore the tears, knowing you have a bunch of pillows on standby.

“O-Oh, oh s-shock…”

More cum trails down his shaft as he's taking your fake cock in perfectly. His eyes closed tight, chest heaving to not orgasm right now.

“You should look at me…” You put your hips back, causing a long, drawn out moan from him. “Don’t you wanna see how good I'm fucking you?”

Miguel’s eyes open, enough to see you slowly thrust into him. The red dildo disappearing inside him with ease. Your breasts moving in tandem with your movements.

“It's…it's too much.” Miguel moves, but he doesn't go anywhere. You hit a spot along his prostate that causes him to choke. You're starting to see stuffing in your line of vision.

“You know what the safe word is.”

You give a sharp thrust and his eyes roll back. Miguel’s abdomen clenching, sweat clinging on to his skin. He's so pretty when he's not in control. You lean down to kiss him. At the same time, your thrusts pick up speed, your thighs hitting the back of his own. His groans fill your mouth. Your tongue rubbing against his in an opposite pace of your thrusts.

Your stomach starts getting sticky from his leaking tip. You're continuing to pound into his walls, bumping against that nice little spot. Over and over and over again. Miguel starts gasping in your mouth, cotton all around, sticking to his skin and yours.

“I'm…I'm!”

A silent cry to escapes your husband. White, sticky cum covering his abs and your stomach. You don't stop your thrusts, wondering what it feels like having him squeeze around the toy. Miguel cums so much it trails down and stain the sheets.

For a moment, Miguel doesn't move. Your heartbeat picking up in worry. His eyes flicker and you sigh of relief. You pull out, him giving one last whimper.

After removing the strap, you get a piece of cotton away from his forehead, cupping his face.

“You okay?” You see him barely nod, mustering up the strength for a small smile. You give him a kiss before starting the routine of getting rid of your torn pillows.

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𝐰𝐜: 3.8𝐤

˜”*°•. ིྀ ˜”*°•. ✿ ིྀ mdni. ིྀ ✿ •°*”˜ ིྀ .•°*”˜

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the weight of the grocery bags hustled on your arms, your hand struggling to balance the heavy burden of the cheap paper bags that could rip in any second.

as you finally manage to balance them both with your palm, your free hand scrambled for the condo key in your pocket, pulling it out, the familiar noises of keychains and metal clacking together.

stabbing the key in the hole of the lock, twisting it anxiously and basically barging inside the place.

you push the door shut from behind with your foot, carefully placing the bags on the counter, before you heard a light hum emanating from behind, a familiar one.

curious, you’d turn your head around, glancing at the figure of his broad shoulders, accompanied with his curly hair.

miguel was home, you didn’t even know.

you’d take a few steps towards him, neglecting your groceries, placing the key on the table.

your hands rested on the headboard of the sofa, leaning above and glancing at him.

sitting down with a booklet in his large hands.

he’d look up at you, his medium square panels of glass gazing at you.

he was wearing those stupid and nerdy glasses again.

…along with that goddamn black shirt.

those sweatpants…-

“... ¿estás bien?”

he’d scoff gently, his his torso lightly shifting to gaze at you properly.

you swallowed a sigh, nodding.

“yeah.”

“…just didn’t expect you here.”

your voice was low, taking short strides towards the sofa, sitting next to him, the sofa lightly shifting under your weight, back leaned against it, head tilting upwards in exhaustion, sighing deeply.

you’d stay in complete silence for a few moments, your eyes shifting towards miguel, his outfit, specifically, before looking back up at the ceiling.

“what are you reading?”

a soft voice of yours would then break the silence, hands tapping against the edge of the sofa.

“…your taxes.”

“what?”

he’d flip a page, your head tilting to look at him directly.

his eyebrows were furrowed, narrowed pair of stressed eyes, it looked almost intimidating to see, but you were used to it.

he’d look up at your face, biting the inner cheek of his mouth.

“you told me you didn’t know how to do them, no?”

his head would tilt, your shoulders shrugging.

“that was a while ago, i got the hang of it now.”

“without my help?”

he would respond with a light tinge of disbelief, his lips lightly curving upwards.

“what, i can’t do things without you now?”

your eyebrows would lightly pop, arms folding against your chest.

“i never said that.”

his crimson eyes fell down to the placement of your forearms, attached to your chest, before blinking away the sight, back to the numbers on the paper.

“…but you know, there is some things you can’t do without me.”

your eyes squinted at his words, leaning towards him, your hand resting on top of the stack of papers, pulling it down to gain his eye contact.

“oh, really? like what?”

he’d give you a look, sighing and and tossing the papers carelessly on the coffee stand, staring at you now.

“i think you know.”

you’d give him a light grunt, sitting in front of him now.

“i don’t, so tell me.”

curls of dark hair would fall at the tilting of his head, all he’d give was a soft smile, speaking in a light whisper.

“…well, i mean, i helped you last night, no? you wouldn’t be satisfied without me.”

a light click of a tongue was heard from you, looking away in light embarrassment.

“that’s a whole different thing, migs.”

“why would you even bring that up?”

your forearms would fall off your chest, dainty hands resting on your knees.

“no it’s not.”

he’d reply with a snarky tone, choosing to ignore your second sentence, leaning close towards you.

“last time i checked-“

you’d immediately interrupt him with a light flick to his forehead, his chuckle vibrating the room, feeling his large hand resting on your thigh.

“i will not be letting you finish that sentence.”

you’d groan, feeling the soft skin of his hand place on your thigh.

“relax, amor, it’s a joke.”

he’d lightly wince at the flick you’d deliver towards his forehead, his hand patting your thigh, and leaving its touch.

“but i’m not wrong.”

he was right, but that was still a totally different subject.

maybe he was just a little stubborn to admit that.

“really?”

“i don’t seem to clearly remember what happened last night, so i can’t have a say.”

you lied.

you wanted to see where this was gonna go, how far he would go.

“oh, sí?”

his voice went down a notch, eyebrows rising.

“mhm.”

“but you could always refresh my memory.”

your tone was low, giving him a suggestive smile.

“i see,”

he’d give you a look, a familiar one.

“my pretty girl’s a little forgetful today, huh?”

you’d hum, speaking up.

“maybe.”

“what’re you gonna do about it?

his fingers pinched your chin, rubbing your soft skin with the pad of his thumb.

“i’ll jog your memory, that’s what i’ll do.”

before he could initiate anything, your hand would grasp on his wrist, puling the grip off of your chin.

“…or, you can just continue to do my taxes.”

he’d click his tongue, a small hum of disappointment leaving his lips.

“but i thought you already knew how to do them..”

his hand fell on your thigh, rubbing on it.

“doesn’t mean i willingly want to.”

“you can’t just tease me like that.”

his tone was a light whine, his tired glare boring into your eyes.

“i just did.”

you’d retort back, his hand tightening against your thigh, feeling his fingers lightly dig into the skin.

“i’ll do your taxes for the next time, just, lemme have this, cmon..”

well that was surprising.

usually you’d be the one whining lightly to miguel, doing things for him in order to sooth that little ache of want and desire in your body, although it wasn’t new at all to you, he’d barely do that.

“then you’ll do the other ones later as well.”

“hun, you know i’m a busy guy.”

“you want me or not?”

“cariño…”

you gave a raise of your eyebrows as an reply, your nails tapping on the fabric of your knees.

“..fine.”

“there you go.”

your tone was soft, his hands grabbing the sides of your face and pulling you in, lips pressing against each other.

you couldn’t even get a chance to process the act, your hands instinctively grabbing the material of the sofa, leaning in closer towards his presence.

your lips reciprocated his act, the tip of his tongue lightly dragging against yours, a light moan emanating in the back of your throat.

he’d hiss in reply, parting his lips away from yours, as you’d inhale a sharp breath, and string of saliva between you both.

“i missed you.”

he’d whine in your parted lips, your hands digging in the fabric of the sofa.

“let me have you, por favor.”

you couldn’t resist that whiney tone of his, your arms hooking between his neck.

“you want me?”

“mhm.”

“that much?”

“sí.”

your hands interlocked with each other behind his neck, against his lips once again, your tongue now seeping in between the gap of his own lips.

a quiet groan left his mouth, your body leaning on top of his, until you both fell on the sofa, his hands grasping onto your hips for the sake of your own composure, eyes fluttering shut.

hips stacked on hips, your back lightly arching to match his height, soft yet dainty hands resting on his chest, as you’d both continue to exchange kisses throughout.

“mmh..”

you tasted a light hint of mint in his mouth, one of his hands traversing to the back of your head, pushing it down with some pressure.

before grabbing your hair and parting away from you.

“you’re so pretty..”

he’d sigh, brushing a few strands of hair away from your forehead, settling himself as you’d lay your legs between his.

you’d hum contentedly, the compliment stirring something inside your stomach, a shivering yet warm feeling.

you took the time to swallow his attire, his black shirt doing nothing but highlighting his muscles immensely.

“my pretty girl.”

“stop that.”

“why? it’s true.”

your eyes would lightly roll, feeling his hand on your hip leave, before he’d speak up again.

“stay still.”

his hand went towards the buttons of your jeans, popping one of them open.

a sudden burst of want rushed inside you, your eyes gleaming at the sight of his focused face.

“i was thinking about you all day, hermosa, did you know that?”

he’d sigh, his lightly parted to speak once again.

“couldn’t even focus on your goddamn papers. all i thought of was you.”

all you did was giggle, your lips pressing together in shyness.

“you’re just too good.”

he’d immediately remark, his fingers pinching against the metallic zipper, lightly pulling it down.

you’d suggestively look down at him, eyes lightly squinting at his words, lifting your hips a little, letting him slide your jeans off, the uncomfortable feeling wrapped around your waist slightly fading away.

his eyes would reflect within the panels of his glasses, your finger pressing on the small bridge between them, letting him see clearer.

your thighs were now exposed to the cold breeze, kicking back the jean fabric behind you, sighing lightly at his gaze.

before you’d feel a source of heat against your panties, this fingers lightly rubbing against the lace, a grunt leaving your lips, watching him speak.

“gotta get you all easy f’me.”

“ah..-”

you’d whine, your back arching from the light spark of pleasure, before he’d immediately muffle your moans, pulling you in for another kiss.

which was way more sloppier, light grunts of frustration in both of your mouths, his fingers rubbing lightly against you, before he parted away with his lips and digits, a small hum of disappointment spewing off of you.

his free hand grabbed your hips lightly, shifting them against the fabric of his pants, the friction subtle yet shocking, your face collapsing onto the crook of his shoulder.

“miguel…”

you’d sigh instinctively, your hands grasping on his broad back, lightly scratching it, his breath fanning against your ear, grunts of pleasure leaving his lips.

his hands would guide your hips to rub against that light bulge arising in his pants, small huffs of pleasure leaving both of your lips desperately, one of your hands reading up and loosening the strands of his sweats.

tugging the waistband down, his boxers now lightly exposed enough to reveal his growing ache, his hands grasping on the plush of your thighs as the tip of your fingers would lightly rub against the hardening lump, feeling it twitch under your touch.

“…this hard already?”

you’d snicker; tilting your head up to gaze at him, a sharp inhale leaving his throat, a spike of horniness rising up in between your thighs.

“you can’t- mmh, blame me, look at you.”

your hips replaced the touch of your fingers, grinding against him slowly, you’d hear a light slur of spanish from his lips, yet he was incoherent.

your head would lightly tilt back in pleasure, moaning. hands squeezing against the thin material of his shirt covering his broad shoulders, his eyes falling at the sight of your body moving against his.

“keep going, cmon, mierda…”

the hard feel of his bulge rubbing up against your sweet and aching clit, the friction sparking waves of pleasure within every push, as his hips would instinctively buck up into yours, gaining another whine from you.

your forearms balanced themselves beside his head, face to face with your significant other, leaning in for a soft peck on his lips.

“mmh…”

his hands grasped against your midriff, feeling the plush of you beneath his fingers, his adam apple bobbing within every groan he could muster, your chest now lying against his own.

your lips would take the opportunity to kiss around his neck, sucking and biting gently at the skin, whilst his hands would control every thrust you’d deliver towards his hips, starting to grind into a circular motion.

a soft breath of yours would fan against his tanned skin, his pelvis right up against you, feeling his hips shift underneath.

“dios, so good, you’re too good.”

he’d groan, locks of curls falling onto the sofa as he’d tilt his head back fully, missing the touch of your lips against his skin already, his fingers drumming against your hips.

“…’m barely doing any-“

your sentence was interrupted with a light whine, feeling the warmth of his friction rubbing against your puffy clit, your hands tightening against his shirt.

“i’m sensitive..- it’s in my genes.”

and he wasn’t wrong, he did have some random code of a DNA that included some sort of spider in that manly body of his.

he’d groan loudly, the noise audible in your ears, finding it almost hypnotizing how he’d barely do anything, yet you loved every single subtle act he’d do.

your thighs were trembling at the difficulty of getting those precious spots of ache cured, breathless grunts leaving your lips, your finish edging close.

just a few more, just a few more pushes..

“i’m so close-“

lifting your head up away from the curved outline of his neck and shoulder, your vision was completely stuck towards the way his chest would lightly move within every sway of your hips moving against his.

you’d gasp, a few more shifts of your hips finally blazing towards your orgasm, a moan spewing off of the back of your throat in pure pleasure.

your body entire collapsed on his, the arch of your back loosening, as your face fell in the same place as before, a small puddle of arousal seeping between your thighs, a damp spot against his boxers.

“there you go…”

he’d sigh, his muscular forearm falling to rest on his forehead, gazing down at your breathless body, before tilting his head to the side of your hair, lightly snuggling onto it and leaving a light kiss in its strands.

“…that’s, that’s it?”

you’d muster, tilting your head to look at his, both of your noses bumping into each other.

“hm?”

“you- mh, didn’t come.”

“i just wanted to get you all prepped up.”

“seems like i did a good job.”

he’d admit with a lightly proud tone, you would scoff immediately at his response, your bare thighs rubbing together.

“you always do.”

your hips remained on his, breathing still labored from the expected bang of pleasure in your body.

before one of his spoken sentences hit you.

“…prepped?”

“uh-huh.”

his voice was a soft rasp, smiling gently at your lightly exhausted face, before his hand grasped onto your waist, his other hand gliding behind your head, pulling you in for a gentle kiss.

it was more lighter, softer, his head tilting to position his lips in an angle towards yours. copying the action in an instant, your hands cupping the sides of his neck, thumbs rubbing against his cheekbones.

he’d gently settle your body on the sofa, his own body hovering over yours without breaking the kiss, his hands now between your head, chest to chest.

he’d pull away with a light breath, his large hand cupping your jaw and tilting your head to look up at him, giving you a light smile.

“te amo.”

you’d huff with a flutter of your eyes in advance, speaking up.

“i love you too.”

you’d pull his head in for a deeper kiss, you hand strolling down towards his torso, feeling his hard abs beneath your touch.

his other hand gliding down to your panties, pulling the damp area of the crotch to the side, rubbing his clothed bulge lightly against your moist yet bare folds.

you’d sharply hiss, the feeling of his hardness rubbing against you almost bare a rapturous sensation, lips aggressively pressing against his.

your head would pull away, tightening your thighs together to prevent any further movement if he was leading to something bigger, his eyebrows lightly raising in surprise.

“…something wrong?”

strands of hair would sway while your head shook in disagreement, looking to the side for a second.

“no protection..?”

your face shown a light hint of worry, pupils shifting at the sight of his face.

“you’ll be okay.”

“you don’t know that.”

he’d bite the inside of his mouth, shifting his hips against you a little more as you’d grunt, a light whine leaving your lips as you heard him speak.

“are you sure?”

the gleam reflecting in his crimson pupils was never left unnoticed when you spoke like that.

“i know, lo siento, i thought you were on the pill.”

he’d sigh, knowing damn well you currently weren’t taking any plan b.

“but, please, mi niña, por favor.”

a rough scoff left your lips.

“be gentle.”

“yes, sí, i’ll be as soft as i can.”

his eyes scanned your features, his shirt lightly moving within each breath he’d take, one of his hands reaching towards the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down.

his hand positioned his hardness into your folds, seeping into the warmth, his brownish tip ejecting some pre cum, mixing itself with the liquid of your previous orgasm.

you’d gaze down, watching as his aching length would rub against your sensitive clit, your head lightly throwing back.

“migs- ah.”

a light hum of whines left your lips, the familiar feel of him rubbing against you only made your ecstasy worse, accompanied by his breathless groans.

his eyebrows would raise ever so gently as a signal for him to go in, your head subtly nodding.

he’d push his hips lightly, feeling his girth stretch your skin, a ragged moan instinctively leaving your throat, your dainty hands lightly clawing on his back.

“fuck, fuck-“

“that’s it…”

he’d groan, his muscular forearms supporting the thrusts he would then push inside of you, your head tilting back in the euphoric feeling of his aching length enveloping itself into your gummy walls.

your dainty hands clenching on the fabric of his thin shirt, arms hanging over his slanted shoulders. his vermillion pupils of light and desire boring into your eyes, grunts of pleasure spewing off of your lips.

he’d groan in a light blur of spanish within each push of his hips he’d gently deliver, his position managing to hit every single ache of your body, making your head tilt back from the feel.

the sounds of sex filled the air, wet skin on skin hitting against each other, whines of ecstasy driving off of your mouth.

“miggy… migs- m..-“

you’d groan, his large hand cupping your chin and letting his lips seep into yours, a light grunt of air leaving his throat as he’d continue to push inside you.

“por dios..”

he’d murmur against the soft plush of your lips, one of his thrusts managing to hit that sweet spot of yours, a breathless moan heard from you after.

he would continue pressing himself deep and slow into you, his head tilting and kissing around your ear, murmuring those light words of love.

his happy trail would tickle against your skin, his length coated with the liquids of your arousal, taking him deep into your cervix, cries of pleasure and slurred words all mixed together, like you were both in sync.

your mind almost melting at the feel of his tip stroking softly at the deepest place of yours, waves of stimulation showering both of you immensely.

“…god..”

“migueeell..”

one of your arms would collapse off around of his neck, hand resting beside your head, his own, large digits coming up and interlocking themselves within yours, feeling the soft skin of you on his.

“…’m close, corazón, mmh.”

he’d whisper gently in your ear, sparks of pleasure lighting up throughout your lower half, falling into a realm of intoxication within every push he’d bless your body with.

his lips gliding down and pressing softly into the contour of your jaw, your fingers tensing against the back of his hand, almost reaching your final push for your orgasm.

his girth of hardness now pressed up into your sweet ache this time, a cry of a whine spewing off of your lips, hand clenching against his.

he’d grumble at the feel, his own length twitching inside of you, his curved tip rubbing up inside your sweet walls of velvet, relishing the soft warmth of his body inside yours.

your body would lightly clench against his hardness, feeling the tension of your cushiony enclosure, he’d groan loudly, murmuring light slurs of how close he was.

“mig- ‘m there..”

before you’d cry, bursting in his thick length, your orgasm hitting its edge of pleasure once again, your hand covering your mouth, a light drop of a tear hanging on the corner of your eyelid.

“good girl, good- shit..-“

he’d sharply inhale, feeling the wave of your liquids dribbling out as he’d pump back his hips, coming inside of your body.

you’d feel his fluids seep inside you deep, moans of pleasure and exhaustion filling up the room. the sofa now stained from the mess you both made.

he’d gently pull his hips out of your body, a light popping noise emanating from it.

he’d collapse on you, sighing roughly in your ear, hands tensing on your thighs, the aftershock of your orgasm leaving you breathless.

a few moments later of silence, his now lightly soft length resting on in between your legs; thought you didn’t care much, still wanting the feeling of him near you, even after all of this.

“you did so good, god, god i love you.”

he’d murmur gently, kissing your ear and rubbing the sides of your thighs.

you would continue whining from the light overstimulation your body experienced, though- at least it was over,

your arms wrapped around his back, head still tilting back a bit.

the sounds of grunts and sighs was only heard, your hand starting to gently scratch against his hair, feeling the soft locks of curls in between your fingers.

“miggy.”

you’d mumble, wanting his attention, his head tilting up at you.

“yeah, i know.”

“i think i made you a mami, hermosa, just now.”

tilting your head and looking down at his face, your eyes scanning the crimson hues of his exhausted pupils.

“maybe.”

your word made his heart skip a beat, his face slightly warming at your feel.

“we gonna brainstorm some names now?”

you’d sigh, digits twirling in his curls.

“please dont get so ahead of yourself.”

he’d scoff in advance, his plump lips pressing against your nose for a light moment, before he’d start resting his forehead up against yours, giving you a soft look.

“let’s get you a towel.”

“and i’ll deal with your taxes afterwards.”

thanks for readin. 💖

[dark-garfield-is-hot]

Secrets Of The Duke Vampire Miguel O'Hara PT 3

Summary: During a chance encounter with the Duke of Nueva York, you discover he’s a Vampire when his compulsion doesn’t work on you. What happens when he holds you captive in hopes of keeping his century-old secret.....a secret?

Tags: Beauty and the Beast retelling, Vampire Miguel, arranged marriage, set in the 1800s(hence why he's a Duke), another ff where's he's mean in the beginning, he's still an a-hole here(sorry not sorry), Jealous Miguel, 6.2k words

A/N: Still busy as always but I'll manage. Enjoy<333

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

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You're not quite sure how the ground below you has gotten so soft but you're grateful for it. You move around just a little but the more you move the more you realize you're no longer on the floor. Forcing yourself to wake you try to make out your surroundings but the room is still blacked out with only the fire giving you very little light. As you feel around you're sure you're in a bed but how did you get there?

Maybe you shouldn't have come in here who knows whose room this is? Quietly you make sure to grab your duvet and slip out of the room. After freshening up you head downstairs for breakfast only to find the dining hall lowly lit. The curtains are closed so there's no morning light illuminating the room.

“Oh, my lady come let me help you to your seat”

“Lyla, what's going on?”

“The Duke will be joining you for breakfast today isn't it exciting” You let out a huff and turn on your heels. “I will not be eating with that man Lyla” She pulls you in closer redirecting you to the dining hall.

“Just give it a try you are officially the new Lady of the house it is custom that you eat with the lord who is now your husband might I add”

“Lyla no no no he forced my hand I didn't want any of this” 

She ushers you to sit down in a chair. “Just please my lady I even put you both on opposite ends of the table so you won't be forced into a conversation” You let out an appreciative smile. “Just one breakfast?”

“Uh, yes……and then lunch and dinner.” She grabs your hands, holding onto them tenderly and giving you a little squeeze. “My lady, you may be able to break the curse; please just try for us.” You're about to speak when you hear someone entering the room. When Lyla bows, it doesn't take a wild guess to figure out who it is. As Lyla departs, the Duke comes into view and takes the seat across from you at the opposite end of the table.

The silence is palpable. Granted you both have nothing to speak about but sitting through this with only the sounds of your cutlery scraping the plates is maddening. Now that you think of it if he's a monster wouldn't he only need blood to sustain himself? Quickly you steal a glance at him to see what he could be eating only for him to already be staring at you. You nearly flinch when your eyes meet.

 You use a napkin to wipe nonexistent crumbs from your face. “Gods be, do you really have to frighten me?”

“I have done no such thing I'm simply just sitting here”

“Well…you scared me”

He shrugs. “Good to know” 

……….

You can't take it anymore you must know. “Does food sustain you?” You point to his plate of picked at food.

A beat passes before he speaks. For a second, you weren't quite sure if he would respond. “No, it doesn't I have no taste now…. it's been that way since I was turned”

“Oh, so you weren't born this way? Does this have to do with a curse?” He looks taken aback. Crap, you forgot he's not supposed to know that you know about it. “Lyla that woman-”

“No please don't be mad at her I've been coaxing information out of her for a while so she caved don't punish her for anything” He stares at you for a moment before turning away. “Well yes, it has to do with the curse. I was cursed by a witch and I have 100 years to break the curse and if not then me and everyone are stuck here forever” Dread fills your bones as you let his words sink in. You couldn't even imagine being forced to be a monster for 100 years but being stuck in that way forever..? You'd probably go insane.

“Lyla said that there's a way for me to break the curse just tell me what you need to-” Abruptly he stands his chair scraping against the floor. He downs whatever dark liquid in his wine goblet(you really don't want to know what it is) and begins to walk—more like stomp away. What's his problem?

Quickly you follow behind him. “What's the matter is it something I said? If there's a way to break the curse let me know and I'll do it”

He waves his hands in dismissal by his ear as if saying he can't bear to listen to you any longer. “Just stop talking”

“Excuse me, I'm offering my help. Do I need to help you look for something? Do I need to give you-”

 His feet come to a halt and his voice rises. “For goodness sake just stop you can't help me Lyla didn't know what she was talking about so ignore her and ignore me”

You take a step back in disbelief all you're doing is trying to help him and the people of his estate if anyone deserves to be free it's them and you'll do whatever you can to help them. It's just so unfortunate that their fate is tied to his.“I'm simply just trying to help you you're nothing but a big ball of negativity. I hope you rot in this mansion for the rest of your days” You make your way out of the dining hall and to your room on your way there you run into Lyla.

She places a gentle hand on your arm. “My lady, what happened?”

“I tried Lyla I really did but I don't think I could help break the curse. Your Duke is impossible” And with that, you retire to your room.

•°~°•

That night you do the same as yesterday you sneak into the room with the lit fire deciding to rest on the floor but somehow when you wake you're in a bed. This goes on for the rest of the week before you finally muster up the courage to say something to Lyla it's after lunchtime when you ask her.

“Lyla um….do you happen to know whose room is opposite to mine?”

“My lady, what are you asking me? Have you—you've been in that room?”

Jess chimes in as she brings in a bowl of fruits. “It's best if you don't go in that room”

“Well, it's a little too late for that I've been sleeping in that room for over a week-” 

“Oh my that's the,-” Lyla speaks but Jess cuts her off with an elbow to her stomach. You give them both a once over but they both encourage you to continue. “But something strange happens whenever I wake up. I always reappear in the bed in that room. I don’t know why that happens given I don’t remember walking there” Both Lyla and Jess share a look before speaking.

“This is progress yes yes this is good”

“This is good indeed” Jess chimes in.

“Must you have a conversation as if I’m not here? And what are you talking about what's good progress I don’t understand”

“You need not concern yourself with this my lady everything is fine” You turn to Lyla because you’re sure she’ll tell you the truth. It’s like you can see the wheels turning in her head. She's contemplating if she should tell you whatever it is that they're hiding from you.

 “Lyla don’t do it”

“I know Jess it’s just-”

 “Lyla, what's going on? Whose room is that?” She waves her hands in dismissal before speaking. “It’s just the servant's room he goes by the name of Peter You've seen him yes?” You slowly nod as you think it over. You've only seen him a handful of times and he’s always with the Duke. “So he’s the one who has been carrying me to the bed each night?”

“Yes, my lady” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Thank the sky above it’s him I would’ve hated it if it was the Duke”  You pick up a few grapes before changing into more casual attire. There's no need to wear a lovely dress while you're gardening. 

As you exit the room with your basket of tools you're surprised when you run into the Duke and Peter. You can feel yourself smile as you get closer. You must at least acknowledge him if he's the one bringing you into the bed each evening. It's very unexpected you only see him the same amount of times you see the Duke and that's only 3 times for the day. You don’t even interact with the man but you suppose that will all change.

“Good afternoon Peter” He looks surprised that you're even speaking to him. You make sure to keep your attention only to him, completely ignoring the Duke in front of him. 

He bows. “Oh, good afternoon my lady. Are you going to the gardens?”

“Yes, I am. I'm very determined that with constant care we will see life in there once more”

He turns to look through a nearby window. “I don't know it's been far too long since we've seen life there. I would hate to have your hard work go down the drain. But it's amazing what you're doing. I've never seen a woman so passionate about-” 

The Duke clears his throat drawing both the attention of you and Peter. “We don't have all day Peter let's not engage in useless conversation” When he glances your way you can't help but roll your eyes. Quickly you turn on your heels. “Have a good day Peter” 

“You too my–”

“Peter let's go”

•°~°•

Now why in the world are you talking to Peter? And then you smiled at Peter and yet ignored him. He's the Duke of the estate. You need to go back and retake manners classes.

Miguel stops walking and speaks to Peter without facing him. “Why does she speak to you with a smile?”

“I don't know my Lord. This is the first time I’ve spoken to her” He lets out a huff, not the answer he was looking for so he continues walking. 

……………….

But he then stops as he thinks things over. “I need her to break the curse”

“Yes my Lord”

This time he turns to face Peter. “And she is my wife”

“Yes I'm very aware my lord”

•°~°•

You've been tending to the gardens for the past 4 hours with nothing but the chirping of the birds to keep you company. Pulling out what seems to be hundreds of weeds and changing the soil does take a lot as a one-woman job. Deciding that it's time you take a break you get up dusting off as much dirt as you can before you begin to walk around. It's unfortunate to say but you've been here for over a month and you haven't really explored the outside of the estate. You've always kept to your room reading the dictionary since there are no books here to read. 

As you walk further away from the gardens you come across a stable. There are only two horses there.  Heistaintly you reach out to pet one and to your surprise it allows you to do so. “Well, aren't you a cutie?”

“The other horses unfortunately didn't make it they are the only 2 left” You let out a gasp as you turn to the voice behind you. “My goodness Lyla, how are you so quiet? I didn't hear you coming” 

“Perks of the curse I guess” You nod suddenly filled with regret that you said that in the first place. “Did the others die because of the curse?”

“Yes and no they were old already when the curse fell upon the estate so even as time slowed they eventually passed away”

“Lyla the curse how did it-”

“Oh no you mustn't concern yourself with such things actually the horses are due for a bath would you care to help?” You nod not wanting to push her any further than necessary. As you help her with the horses you can help but feel like someone's watching you. Deciding to look around to your surprise you see a person in one of the rooms move away from the window. The curtains are now drawing close.

•°~°•

After bathing the horses you get ready for dinner arriving a few minutes late as much as you dislike having to ask the Duke for anything you might have to tell Lyla that you'll need thicker dresses. You're wearing a rather beautiful dress. It's black with long sleeves with crystals going down the front of the corset. The dress is…however rather cut low if the estate was filled with other Dukes, Barons, and Baroness this would've been a scandal. But there's no one here so this should be fine right..?

Quickly you make your way down heading straight for the dining hall. When you reach the Duke, his face is plagued with annoyance and you roll your eyes the second you see him. 

You've been doing that so much since you've been here so it seems.

“I know I'm late but must you give me that face?”

“You're late every evening excluding mornings and afternoons it's getting tiring”

You take a seat picking up your salad fork. “Well, have you ever thought that I don't want to have dinner with you? It's already unfortunate that I have to eat the first two meals with you. I hate to break it to you but I do not want to end my evenings seeing your face” Maybe your words are harsh but who cares he's the one who's holding you here against your will and to top it all off he’s incredibly rude and a troubled man.

“You're such a-”

You cut him off suddenly feeling rebellious. “And not to mention you don't even try to make conversation with me and I refuse to pry you for-” He returns the favor by cutting you off as well. Getting up so fast from the table his chair falls. This causes Lyla, Jess, and Peter to rush in. They all speak at the same time.

“My lady, what has happened?”

“My lord please”

“Control your temper”

“I can't control anything if she chooses to act like this” He walks away from the table heading straight for you. Everyone in the room holds their breath anticipating his next move, even you. “For someone so adamant about not seeing my face you sure love coming into my-” Jess cuts him off before he can finish. “My lord don’t do it you’ll only bring this back to square one and we are running out of time”

You glance between the two of them with sudden curiosity. What's going on? “Jess, what are you talking about?” But before she can respond the Duke turns in your direction taking multiple steps towards you till you can feel his breath on your face. “Well if you hate me so much stop sneaking into my chambers each night…wife”

Instinctively you push the chair back standing up to meet him in the eye. “What lies are you spewing now?”

“Don’t act like you don't know”

You glance at Lyla and then at him. “I really don't I—Lyla and Jess told me it was Peter's room” He steps back and laughs and dang he looks like a maniac when he does that. “Well they lied it's my room you snuck in and it's my bed you sleep in”

So it was him all along out of all the people why did it have to be him? You would've never gone in there if you knew. You want to direct all of your anger towards him but you know you can't. Lyla and Jess lied to you; they were the closest thing to a friend…and they lied. 

This time you speak to all of them looking them each in the eye but you point to him first. “Don't you ever touch me–” You turn to face Lyla and Jess. “And to you both your help will no longer be needed just leave my meals at the door”

Quickly you make your way to your room. With your emotions in a whirlwind you lean against the door suddenly the dress feels too constricting you just want to claw it off. Waiting for what feels like forever until your emotions calm down you change into something more warm since you'll be spending your nights back in your room. Instead of your nightgown, you're wearing the same dress you wore on the night everything changed because you had a shawl. 

Your mind is racing as you bask in the silence of your room. This might be the most insane thing you do but if they want to keep secrets from you then they have no problem with you uncovering some of their own. Right now you couldn't care less if you got in trouble.

Opening the door as quietly as you can, you take note that all the lights are off, the moon shining through the windows is the only thing to guide you as you tiptoe through the halls. When you finally reach the West Wing you take a quick look around and slip inside. 

As your eyes adjust to the sudden darkness the state of the room causes a gasp to leave your lips. This room is a mess. There are broken mirrors and glass shards all over the floor. Too many broken items on the floor to count. Cobwebs lie in each corner of the room and it's 10x colder in here as well. You can even see your breath in front of you

This is horrible.

 Is this what he was trying so hard for you not to see a bunch of broken things? You venture further into the room when a large painting catches your eye. You're not sure how you overlooked it directly in the middle of the room. The painting is large and takes up a whole wall. 

The bottom of the plaque reads “Princess Gabriella and her Parents”

You only see a woman and her daughter. They both have big grins on their faces and it doesn't take long to know that they love each other. Their outfits aren't of this time either you guess he wasn't lying about being stuck here for 100 years. The longer you stare you realize that there's a large gash across the face of someone else. This may be the father. You reach up to fix the gash but you only manage to see the bottom half of the face before something shiny at the far end of the room catches your eye.

You follow the light and come face to face with a glass…rose? It's beyond beautiful. Maybe this was what he was hiding? You take off the case and reach out to touch when red eyes come into your view. You take a large step back stumbling on a broken chair leg. 

He moves so fast your eyes can't keep up.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Do you not know what you could've done?” You never heard his voice this loud before. The look on his face is murderous. With each step that he takes towards you, you take a step back. You can't even hide how scared you are.

“I-”

His nails extend to an inhumane length and he throws something large in your direction and it lands on the wall beside your head. You let out a scream that makes your throat burn.

“Why did you come here?”

“I-I”  You stutter suddenly finding it hard to formulate words.

“Get out!”

“I-I’m s-sorry just-”

 This time he doesn't respond to you he just throws another item your way baring his fangs.

Speaking to him is no use, he was right you never should've come here. Before he can throw another item you take off running, tripping on something along the way.

Hot tears sting your eyes as you race out of the West Wing. How can you be so stupid? He told you not to come in here and you didn’t listen. His exact words were if he found you in the West Wing he would kill you. Scared for your life you glance over your shoulder to see if he is following you but you can’t see or hear anything except for the loud beating of your heart pounding through your ears. You race down the stairs heading straight to the front doors. 

You see Lyla, Jess and Peter racing into the halls. Great, you really didn't want their last time seeing you to end like this.

“My lady we heard you scream-”

“I-I can't stay here anymore. I wish you all nothing but the best but….” Your words trail off as you try to get the door open. You can hear their pleas and you swear you even feel someone touch your shoulder but you don't want to hear any of it. You would die a miserable death if you stayed here.

As the doors swung open you were hit with a harsh gust of cold wind. It's so strong you have to shield your eyes, goosebumps ignite on your skin like wildfire and there's nothing you can do. You can't turn back now. The light flurries of snow obscure your vision so you pull your hood over your head darting in the direction of the stables. You reach the horses in record time and maybe it's your state of panic but you swear you see a saddle and reins emerge on the horse. It's too late to try and figure out what was that so you get on the horse dashing into the woods. 

There are rows and rows of trees and even thicker branches. Some of them get caught on your shawl and you can't help it as you scream each time it does. Despite the harsh conditions the horse continues to trek through. You let out a gasp when you hear a howl far out into the distance. Forcing the horse to slow you strain your ears to pick up on any more sounds when suddenly one howl turns into four and four turns into too many. You need to get out of here and fast. If you won't die by staying in the mansion with that horrible monster you'll definitely die by a pack of wolves and you're not sure which is worse.

No matter how fast the horse is, the pack of wolves catches up to you. They begin to attack your horse trying to bite at its legs. The horse gets spooked and you land on your back. You watch in horror as the wolves inch closer and closer you look around and grab a broken branch from off the floor rising to your feet. You feel the weight of it in your palms. This will have to do. A wolf lunges at you and you swing. You watch in horror as one of them bites down on your shawl. You tug and tug but it's no use if you're no match for a wolf. Your tears are frozen over and strands of your hair are sticking to your face. It's freezing but yet you can feel as each bead of sweat rolls down your back.

The wolf gives your shawl one hard yank and you're sent to the ground. Locking eyes with two wolves is all it takes to know that your time has come to an end. They snap their jaws at you and lunge. You have no choice but to prepare for the blow, closing your eyes with a hand covering your face. Who are you to think that you can fight off a pack of wolves?

You prepare for the blow but surprisingly it never comes but a familiar smell engulfs you. 

The smell of him.

•°~°•

He didn't mean to scare you. 

He didn't mean to throw anything at you.

………….

But he did anyway his anger got the better of him once again. He was fine knowing that you wanted nothing to do with him during your stay in his mansion. The feelings were mutual but seeing you cower in fear because of him losing his temper brought him back awful memories he wanted to forget.

The witch turned long before both his Wife and daughter died. It made him even angrier, ruthless, unforgiving and cold-hearted. Causing him to scare off the two most important people in his world. Your reaction reminded him exactly of that. Granted you aren't important to him…but he needs you to break the curse.

Quietly he goes to exit the West Wing when his ears pick on your cries from deep within the forest. Immediately he takes off running. He needs to find you.

When he finds you there on the ground inches away from a wolf sinking its teeth into you he stands in front of you grabbing the wolf by the neck before it has time to reach you. Once he's sure he has their attention he runs to the side leading all of the wolves away from you. Using his talons and his fangs to fight them off. 

A grunt escapes from his lips when a wolf manages to bite him in the neck. He yanks it off regardless of the pain. He throws the next one against a tree and then the next but he should've known this wouldn't have been easy because all 9 remaining wolves jump on him pinning him down. Before going down he glances at you to make sure you're okay. With the look on his face, he can't tell if you're scared of him or what's happening. Miguel falls face-first into the snow and with all his might he works up a growl from the depths of his stomach and rises to his feet. 

Another wolf gets him in both his arms. But he ignores the pain until he throws every single wolf against nearby trees. And then finally after what feels like forever the last remaining unhurt wolf scurries off. 

It takes a couple of seconds before the adrenaline wears off and then he feels it. The pain that erupts from each part of his body. He feels it from his feet to his neck. When was the last time he exhorted his power like this? The most he does is compulsion but this—this is too much. 

Miguel turns around to face you as the blood drips from his neck and down his body. He watches with a heavy heart as you flinch away. His hope of breaking the curse is dwindling with each ragged breath he takes.

•°~°•

Your heart beats rapidly in your chest it feels like you can barely breathe. The Duke he just—he just fought off all of the wolves and not to mention there's so much blood turning the snow crimson. He takes a step towards you and he almost stumbles and you can't help it as you flinch crawling backwards on your hands to create more room between you.

You think he's trying to say something but you watch in horror as his body falls. He lands on his knees first and then falls face-first into the snow. Your feet move before your brain has time to process everything. You lean against the horse as you try to catch your breath. After everything you're surprised the horse is still here there's no doubt that this is a sign from whoever's up above. 

This is your chance to leave everything is laid out for you; the Duke is injured and the horse is still here. A gust of cold wind tousles your hair around and causes you to shiver. You need to make your decision now you can already feel your feet going numb.

“Don't leave him, my child”

With widened eyes, you look around to find the source of the voice. But there's no one there. You swear you just heard someone or was it something? But there's nothing but the blistering storm and the shaking of the tree branches. You need to get out of this forest and as you think about your mom you know she would hate to hear that you left a man who just saved your life to die out in the woods….even if he was—is your captor. Glancing behind you realize that he's still on the floor. 

Oh gods you hope he doesn't make you regret this. Brushing your hair away from your face you pull the horse by the reins dragging it towards him. It is a struggle but you manage to get him onto the horse. The way back to the mansion seems even more daunting than ever. You hope you and him both can make it back in one piece.

•°~°•

When you arrived, chaos erupted in the mansion. All of the servants had to be running along the halls; you had never seen so many people in here before. 

They brought you both to his study. It’s nothing like what you expected it to be. It feels almost…cozy there are dark green walls with wooden bookshelves filled with books. There is only a large desk with open books scattered all over it. One burgundy couch and one matching armchair and tea table. They laid him out on the couch and you huddled up by the fireplace. It was horrible getting out of those clothes but you managed. Your curls are damp and tangled at the ends and it’s been over 10 minutes since you started wiggling your toes but you can't feel a thing. 

Ever so quietly you make your way to the Duke he hasn’t moved a muscle or said anything you aren’t even sure if he opened his eyes. You sink to your knees putting down your tea using the bowl of hot water and rag that the servants provided. You gather the rag in your hands making sure to drain out excess water. You’re hesitant to do this but the faster you get this done the better. Gently you place the rag on the wound on his arm and you begin to lightly tap it. The rag is stained red very quickly and before you can lean over to rinse it his opposite hand shoots out and grabs your wrist. When you let out a sound his eyes shoot open and land on you. His movements are robotic and unnatural. Even after near death, the things that this man does are still so unpleasant.  

But the longer you hold eye contact the more those flashing images of his rage filters your mind.

“I-I was just tending to your wounds nothing more” Abruptly he lets go of you but when you try to clean his wound again he moves his arm away. You try again but he does the same thing. Why must he act like this?

“Would it kill you to just hold still?”

He grumbles under his breath as he sits up. “You’re hurting me”

“It wouldn’t hurt so much if you would just stay still you keep moving”

“If you hadn’t run away we wouldn’t be here right now”

“Well if you hadn’t scared me there would be no reason for me to run away” You didn’t realize that your voice rose a few levels because now a few of the servants were entering the room. He lets out a huff and turns away from you. “Well next time don’t go in the west wing”

“Well, next time learn to control your temper” A few gasps come from the servants and you harshly place the rag back into the water. Why does he want to be difficult in a time like this? “Now would you stay still please?” He doesn’t look at you when he outstretches his arm, instead he looks at the fireplace behind you. The room fills with silence as you tend to his wounds on his arms. It's not much but you suppose this will do. It’s better than nothing. You think things over before opening your mouth to speak. You would have a guilty conscience if you didn’t at least acknowledge his good deed.

“I…just wanted to thank you for earlier you saved my life” Out of your peripheral you can tell that he nods. “And you saved mine” Taken aback by his words you look up at him only to lock eyes. But you quickly look away gosh you really hope holding eye contact with him doesn't become a regular reoccurrence. 

When you're done dressing his wounds to the best of your ability you can see how pale he has gotten despite his tan skin.  For a monster like him, you wonder how long it will take for him to fully recover. Shouldn't he have special…powers for this or something?

Rising to your feet you direct your attention to Lyla. “I'm done with the water. Is there any chance that I can have fresh sheets in my room preferably anything warm please thank you” They all bow before taking their leave and once again silence fills the air as the two of you are left there. There’s no reason for you to still be in here. You gave your thanks now there shouldn’t be anything left for you to say but of course, you can never just let things go.

“Do you need anything from me you still look a little pale” A beat passes before he speaks. “There’s no need for that I will manage” He glances at your neck to your face and then again. He might've said no but he’s definitely thinking about it…hard. To make it easier for him you loosen the cover around your body and bare your neck. He stands up to his full height this time.

 “Now what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Listen this is the only time I’m going to offer please just do it before the kindness in my heart for you disappears” You watch as his eyes go from brown to red and his nails elongate. “Tap or call for me if it gets too much” Unsure of what else to do you nod and his left hand cups your face looking at him this close sets your senses into overdrive. Danger is present but there's nowhere for you to run. He invades your space even further by taking another step towards you. Confusion dances across your features this is—this is too much if you knew that this was going to be so intimate you-

Thanks to the cold the pain that shoots through your body is bearable. You can’t help but screw your eyes shut now why in the world would you agree to this?

 Hell, why in the world would you offer?

You can feel as he begins to drink with his lips on your neck it almost feels like he’s placing tiny love bites. The Duke pulls you until you’re flush against him, his right arm wrapping around your torso. You have no choice but to rest your hands on his chest. As your breathing grows heavy you can feel your body growing weaker by the second you have to tell him to stop. You can’t even imagine what would happen if he took too much from you. 

You grab a fistful of his jacket. “M-my lord?” But he doesn’t budge. With the little power you have left, you reach up to tug on his hair. He leaves your neck and the arm around your torso vanishes just like that. Your eyes flutter open and you can’t help it as your limbs begin to feel like jelly causing you to fall into his arms.

“I took too much didn’t I?” His eyes search your face.

You shake your head. “No I’m just tired I will be heading to my room now” His hand lands on your waist and as much as your body would like to stay here your mind and your heart know better. There’s no need to complicate things after such a long night. You hate the way your body reacts to his hands on your skin. The only time this happened was on that night that changed everything.

“I can help you to your room?” He says it more as a question than a statement. You begin to pull away from him with slow steps as you walk toward the door but he follows close behind.  “No I’m fine Lyla will help me”

“Just let me-” You cut him off.

“Please just let me go. I've had enough interactions with you for today and I’m afraid I have reached my limit… so please”   

Getting the memo he takes a step back clasping his hands behind his back and you slip out of the room without saying anything. As the door closes you can't help but lean yourself against it.  Your breathing becomes labored and a hand over your heart is the only way to ground yourself. 

You need to get away from this room.

You need to get away from him.

You’re not sure if bringing him back was a good decision.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ day 21!! I can't believe there's only ten days left until halloween! eek! I'm so excited to write some Christmas miggy after this. too soon? wc: 1.4k ੈ✩‧₊˚

“I’m in here!” He calls out from deep in the lab. The place practically pitch black but his eyes still pick up everything in the room. His sensitive vision not dampened in the slightest. Removing a few things off his desk before you come in, hiding them in a bin under the workbench. Then going back to mixing the chemicals and compounds he’s been working on. A bright pink glowing substance in vials and pipettes. Eyes flicking up to see you walk in. 

“There you are…” You sigh, walking deeper into where he’s sitting. Seeing him there working on something new as always. “Whatcha doin?” You hum, pulling out a seat next to him and sitting down, looking over his gloved hands as he’s working. 

“Just workin’...” He says with a small smile your way. Not knowing exactly why you came in here. Sometimes you just do that. When you have a break from missions or even on your days off. Just to be near him, he thinks. Not that you consciously make the choice, you just subconsciously search for him all the time. “How did this morning go?” He asks softly, turning dials and working on whatever substance he’s making. 

“It was good… got the Vulture variant back to his dimension… no one was hurt.” You nod. Leaning your elbows on the table and watching him work. Your eyes flicking over the vials and liquids around the desk. 

“That’s good…” He hums, standing up from his seat, sneaking a kiss on your cheek before he walks over to the boxes and dials on the wall. You have no idea what he’s doing but he’s on a mission of some kind. Pumping something into something else and it bubbles up in the glass container. Sparkling pink and neon.

It’s quiet and relaxing here. Especially after the loud, fast mission you endured this morning. Just watching him work. Like nothing could disturb this moment. You sigh, basking in the quiet and calm, tapping your fingernails on the metal workbench. Before hissss!

A small splash of the bubbling liquid spurts from the canister, sprinkling on the desk and glowing. One drop hitting your hand, making you flinch. It’s not too hot actually. The boiling point must be pretty low, but it tingles. Miguel’s eyes blow wide, turning to you once he hears you gasp. 

“Shit- come here” He rushes over, clearly it’s serious. Holding onto your arms and ushering you over to the sink. Shoving your hands under the water and the cold liquid chills your fingers. His chest pressed to your back, dunking your hands under the water, holding your smaller hands in his bigger ones and rubbing his thumbs over the backs. 

“Sorry- I should’ve had you put gloves on if you were gonna be in here” He sighs, shaking his head. Squeezing your hands gently and checking the backs to see if there’s a welt or burn. But there’s nothing. That makes it worse actually though. 

“It doesn’t hurt… what was that?” You ask, stepping back and letting him squeeze your hands in a towel to dry them. His eyes are constantly looking down at your skin, checking the backs of your hands, the fronts. He doesn’t answer your question though. 

“Uh h-how do you feel?” He looks up at you. Looking in your eyes. Almost like he’s charting down your every move in a log in his mind. “I feel fine…” 

He discards the towel, holding your arms gently and looking up and down them, running his thumbs over the joints of your elbows. Looking at the veins in your arms. Specifically the arm where your hand got splashed. “Shit.” He huffs, his eyes catching the faint pink vein marks on your arms as whatever that was creeps up your arm, getting into your system. 

“What? What is it?” You ask again. Not liking that he’s not answering. 

“Here just sit down, you’re gonna be okay, baby…” He says. Holding your arm gently and leading you over to where you were sitting before. And he turns off all the equipment he was using. The bubbling stops, the pressure gauges going back to zero. “It’s not gonna hurt you…” He says, trying to calm you down. Cursing himself for being careless and letting this happen. He taps on his watch, the doors of the lab closing and locking. Adding to your unease.

“How do you feel now?” He asks, a sheepish look on his face. Sitting down in front of you and holding your hands. Your eyes narrow at him. Not answering this time. “What’s gonna happen to me?” You glare at him. 

“You just- um… here.” He sighs, letting go of your hands, messing with the small vial of pink solution. Pipetting a few drops out and dropping one on the back of his hand too. A little fizzle follows as the solution immediately absorbs into his skin just like it did on you. “Miguel!” You exclaim, eyes widening. 

“It’s okay… I suppose now is a good time to test it anyway…” 

“Test what?”

“Your Christmas present… birthday present, I don’t know… I made it for you. It was supposed to be a surprise so… surprise?” He says, grabbing your hands again. That guilty look on his face again. Looking at you through his big lenses and hoping you don’t get angry. 

His eyes seem to pierce into you. Like straight heat. Or maybe you’re just noticing how hot you’ve become. Like your spidersuit is made of fire clinging to your skin. Your face feels flushed and warm. Adjusting yourself on the lab stool and gasping, your clit buzzing like it’s awoken when it rubs over the edge of the metal. So bad that you feel the need to pull your thighs together, wincing at the shock of pleasure. But it’s not enough. Looking up at him now. Knowing exactly what he’s done. An aphrodisiac of sorts? Your horny little geek. 

…

“Ma-ahhHHnghhh!!” You scream, your moans echoing off the lab walls, back arching off the table and climaxing for what must be the tenth time. Miguel panting and groaning over you, pumping into you with all his strength. Coming so hard he’s seeing stars, seeing white, talons threatening to pierce your flushed hot skin. It’s been hours now. Who knew all this could come from one drop of the stuff? But it’s like there’s a waterfall between your legs, as if his cock just vibrates inside you, like every stroke makes you come. 

And he’s so sensitive. Every time he’s sheathed inside you, he just wants to burst. Needs it. His tip hitting all your sweet spots, cum just leaking and weeping out of him freely as he drills into you. As many times as he comes, he just doesn’t go soft. If anything, he just gets harder, the urge to come getting stronger every time. Red blooming over his flushed hot face, crimson eyes flashing and fluttering back. Losing his mind in your cunt. 

“Please more! Please please!” You sob, growling with need and whimpering high and sweet when he flips you over, slipping back inside to hit you from another angle. And you come immediately when he presses to the hilt, gushing and dribbling all around him as he pulls out only to pound back in. His hand going to your hair, pulling it back, humping you into the edge of the workbench and pressing his face into your neck, groaning and moaning right by your ear. A pleasant mix of English and Spanish naturally leaving his mumbling mouth. He couldn’t stop if he wanted to. Not until this serum wears off, not until you both fuck it all out. 

“Fuck baby!” He growls, thrusting into you especially hard a few times, your ass bouncing, legs trembling, hardly able to stay on your toes, bent over the table and taking him. “Take it so good baby- fuck- jesus…” He pants, out of breath. Both your minds are completely gone. Not even aware of what you’re doing, how loud you’re being, how long it’s been. Only aware of how good it feels and how badly you need more. 

…

Finally after hours of nothing but sex and lust, you’re laying on the lab floor. This is where you ended up after all. Hitting that last orgasm that finally left you satisfied. Finally coming down and laying on top of him, tucked into the side of his lab coat to stay warm. His arms around you, his eyes locked on the ceiling and all of what just happened fresh in his mind. The best part, you remember every second, every word, every climax. 

“It’s too concentrated…” He mutters. Causing you to look up at him, his brow furrowed in thought. “I’ll have to dilute it…” 

“You think?” 

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