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vintagexherry · 4 months

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Santa did more than drop presents

Nathan Bateman x Wife!Reader

//Kissing, Suggestive, OC children

A/N: a bit late, but eh, also, idk anything about Norway so i just chose a random city in there

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It's been a while since you, Nathan, and your two boys went back to Nathan's secluded yet luxurious place in Norway. Ever since you got pregnant, you have given the idea to moving to a more populated area like the city and such, although you weren't sure what Nathan would think.

Nathan, being Nathan, surprised you during your 6-month pregnancy by announcing to pack your things while he packs his since you two are now moving to Bergen.

It's been years since then, and your boys grew smart and handsome like their father.

Today was special since Nathan wanted to visit his old mansion again and decided that all of you would spend christmas there. The boys, of course, didn't hesitate to say yes to the hust so they could explore the wilderness freely and even see where their dad built his robotics.

So now here you are, making dinner for your family while Nathan taps away on his laptop and the boys build several snowmen that's enough to count as an army.

While making sure the chicken is baking properly, you glanced out the window to see Filip and Noah having a conversation.

That's normal for sure, but, ever since early morning, the boys have been whispering to each other as if keeping their message well hidden.

You watch as Filip says something. His hands seem animated as he speaks, and Noah's face turns to contemplation.

With that, you turn to Nathan who's still tapping away his laptop.

"....Say... Nathan?"

"Hm?" Nathan gives an acknowledgement.

"Is it me, or Filip and Noah has been quiet since this morning."

That seems to catch his attention, and for a while, he looks away from the screen, looking out to the window where he sees the twins discussing something to each other with serious faces.

"hmm... I don't know they seem normal."

"Yea, but is it really normal that they didn't come barging to our room screaming at the top of their lungs?"

Nathan seemed to contemplate your words.

"Tell you what, I'll talk to them after dinner and see what's up."

With that, you agree and leave the topic out of your head and focus on making dinner for your family.

What you didn't expect was that Nathan didn't even need to talk to the boys after dinner since they bought it up during it.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, Filip?" Nathan answered, mouth still full of chicken.

"What does Santa do when everybody is asleep?"

With the question in hand, you raised a brow at the random question and waited for Nathan to answer.

It seemed like Nathan was also taken aback since he needed time to chew and swallow.

"Well... Usually, Santa leaves presents under the tree................ Why?" He ended unsurely, not knowing why the boys had the sudden curiosity to know about Santa when they already learned everything about him in tv shows or whatever.

The boys doesn't seem to believe him in one bit.

That's odd.

Usually, they believe every single letter out of his mouth even if there complete bullshit.

While Filip stayed silent, it was Noah's turn to question you.

"Mom?"

"Yes dear?"

"Are you cheating on dad with Santa"

....

What

Both you and Nathan freeze at the words of your son.

"Noahhh! I told you not to ask it!" Filip turned to him with the look of betrayal on his face.

"You said not to ask dad! I asked mom specifically." Noah fought back

"Well San-"

Filip's words were immediately cut of with Nathan's loud choked laughing and his hand slightly banging on the table.

You, on the other hand, were flushed, and you couldn't look at the innocent faces of your children, so you opted to look at your plate of food and hear Nathan's bursting laughs.

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"So....." Nathan started as he covered the plate with soap.

You and Nathan had to take a moment to collect both of yourself before comforting (attempting) your children that you weren't cheating and that you still loved your husband. Thankfully, your children were too sleepy from dinner to even care anymore and after a while they retreated to their rooms.

That left you and Nathan to clean up but right now Nathan seemed to want more than that.

"Yes, Nathan?" You tried hiding your smile as you dry the dishes and put them in the correct compartment.

"Is it true you kissed with Santa?" Nathan said behind a smile.

And you couldn't hold back your chuckle.

"What if I did?"

"You might end up on the naughty list, so careful there Mrs. Bateman."

"Me? On the naughty list? The last time I remember, Santa awarded me with a gift." You said as you dried the last plate, and Nathan dried his hands on the nearby towel.

"oh really? Did he now?" He said as he fully turned to you to hold your waist. "What kind of gift?"

"A new necklace and dress and also...."

You tipped toed to caress his face and kissed him on the lips.

Nathan didn't waste any time to pull you closer to him and kissed you even deeper.

After a bit you both let go to breath.

".....that, gave me an extra gift and all that."

You chuckled when he gave you kisses on your cheeks, forehead and more on the lips.

"Since you were so considerate of my gifts, why don't I give my husband one too?"

Nathan smiled at your implications, and both of you continued your journey to his bedroom while giggling all the way.

The End

#nathan bateman #nathan bateman x reader #nathan bateman x you #ex machina #kiss #suggestive

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vintagexherry · 4 months

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Gift from Santa

Miguel O'Hars x Wife!Reader

//Smut ver. of this, NSFW, pINv, hint of breeding kink, aftercare, muffling of moans

Requested by: @safixiovi

A/N: i apologize for safixiovi since I accidentally deleted ur request so i couldnt directly answer to it but here u go

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"I thought Santa drops by from the chimney?"

Miguel freezes

Since when were you awake and how come he wasn't alerted?

You smile as he turns around with confused wide eyes looking at you as if you caught him stealing a cookie. You held back a chuckle when he looked ridiculous with a fake beard and full-on santa outfit, although this one doesn't have a fake belly on it.

While you eye his face, Miguel was busy eyeing your body.

You were wearing a robe opened and a deep red slip nightgown with subtle yet seductive lace designs. You seemed to have been expecting him to judging from the book held in your hands.

"Well...." He lowered his voice, and this time, you chuckled. How long is he gonna keep this act?

"Chimney... Is on fire?" he ended unsurely.

"Right, should have put it out, but then again, I didn't expect Mr. Claus to visit." You smiled

Miguel huffs, he bets that Lyla purposely didn't inform you of his plans.

"Well, Mrs. O'Hara, aren't you supposed to be in bed?"

"Well, I would but, sadly my dear husband wasn't beside me, leaving me all cold and lonely." You sigh, mocking a hurt tone and putting a palm over your heart.

Miguel chuckles, dramatic as ever. He put down a sack of gifts beside him and put out a box wrapped in paper and ribbons.

"Thankfully for you, Mrs. O'Hara, I hope this present keeps you warm."

You looked back at him with a questioning look.

You decided to stand up from your place and approached him with excitement. He gave you the box, and inside was a thick white sweater that you had eyed during your walk around the city with Miguel.

"Oh Miguel, you shouldn't have." You smiled fondly up on him.

You gently placed the sweater back into the back and stood up on your tip toes to give Miguel a kiss on the cheek.

"Is that it?" Miguel pouts through his fake beard, and you lightly laugh. But nonetheless followed his wishes, and you wrapped your arms around him and he did the same, lightly lifting you higher for your lips to meet.

His body warmth surrounded, and you and his lips tastes minty and feels cold, good thing you were there to warm it up.

Once you both let go to breath, you heard light patter up the stairs. Turning around you saw nothing.

"Did you just hear something?"

"Hm?" Miguel looked at where you were looking. "Probably was just snow from the outside."

With that you shrugged and gave Miguel another peck.

"Say...." You started, Miguel looked at you with expectant eyes.

"Does this mean Im on the nice list?"

Miguel smiles and removes his fake beard. "Your more than in the nice list, perhaps this year you have a special gift as of today"

"Hm? And what's that?"

Miguel leaned down to kiss your lips again.

"Me."

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You laid down on the carpet, and your head was supported with pillows from the couch.

The warmth of the fireplace doesn't compare to the heat your feeling right now.

"Mmh! Miguel" You softly gasp as Miguel sucks on your clit and his finger thrusts into you smoothly.

"Shh Mi vida, don't wanna wake the kids, right?" He says he didn't give you time to respond before diving back right in to lick a big stripe.

You gasped again, and your hand went down to clutch his hair and the other clutching the pillow beneath your head.

You suddenly feel a rising tightness within your stomach, your body tensed and your legs started to shake.

"Miguel! Im- Im-" You harshly whispered between intake of breaths

Miguel seems to know what you just need since he started thrusting into you faster and his sucks onto your clit harder while shaking his head left and right to give you more friction.

The coil within your stomach snapped, and you cummed directly onto Miguel's mouth who didn't let and drop go to waste.

After a few seconds, Miguel lightly licks to ground you while you come down from your high.

"S'good for me mi amor, so good."

Miguel looked down at you at all breathless. Your nightgown bunched up above your breasts, and your body highlighted with the glow from the fireplace.

Beautiful, that's what you are.

Ravishing too.

Miguel doesn't have the patience to completely remove his costume. Instead, he zipped down his pants low enough to take his length out. Your hands went to his shirt to unclasp the buttons of his costume revealing his chest.

You didn't go too far since Miguel grabbed your wrist and pin it down beside your head.

"This is all about you, mi amor. You better not move a muscle unless it's your legs shaking."

You bit your lips and nodded obediently not trusting your voice.

Miguel didn't waste time grinding his cock agaist you to collect your slick, leaving you breathless. As he grinds, his head dipped to suck your nipples leaving them hardned. He moved up to leave trails of hickies up your collarbone and neck his hair and light stubble leave a ticklish feeling behind.

He stopped by your jaw and slightly lift himself up above your face to admire you.

You didn't expect him to dive into your lips and at the same time thrust into you in one go.

Your moans were muffled and swallowed by Miguel's lips, his hips, on the other hand, continuously smacked against your ass making the place surround the both of you with wet slaps and shlicks.

You tried grounding yourself by digging the heels of your feet onto the floor, but alas, it barely did anything, not when your head feels lightheaded with the kiss of Miguel and the rough thrusts of his hips to you.

You feel his cock drag in and out of your velvet walls, the head of it crashing against your cervix.

He lets go of your lips to release a grunt.

Meanwhile, you're busy trying to stifle your moans by turning your head to the side and squishing your head further into the pillow.

"S'tight... 9 years of marriage and.... A-and still tight f'me huh?" he grunts.

You couldn't reply properly but Miguel could careless.

Suddenly, you feel the familiar tightness around your stomach, your legs shaking, and your lungs breathless.

"Mmmm- Miguel! I-" You tried warning him, but before you could finish your sentence, a hand suddenly went and covered your mouth.

"Mmhm!"

"Shhshh, just come for me, love, just co- ugh." Miguel grunted as his pace stuttered and became desperate. The wet smacks sound louder than ever his breathing got heavy but his gripped on your jaw go covered your mouth never faltered.

Your hands went to grab onto him, mainly his shirt and with it Miguel dipped his head into your shoulders to muffle himself and continued thrusting faster and faster until..

"Hgrk!- Fuck!"

"MMhm!"

The coil snapped and Miguel felt your walls tightened around his making him unload his cum into you in large spurts.

You feel warmth spread in you and can't help but roll your eyes back, your legs are tensed and shaking, and Miguel held himself up to avoid crushing you.

You don't know how long it felt, but you and Miguel finally caught your breath and he let go of your mouth.

"That... haa... Was amazing as always mi amor." Miguel says as he kisses your forehead.

"Mmm yea..." You replied, your head still feels high from your orgasm and Miguel smiles.

After a second of catching his breath, he carefully pulled out and watched as his cum dripped out of your walls and before it could hit the carpet, Miguel gathered it with his finger and slipped it back in making you whimper from your sensitivity.

After a while, he put back your panties and pulled down your nightgown back in place while he zipz back his pants.

Miguel didn't waste time carrying you bridal style up to your and Miguel's bedroom.

He made sure to make breakfast for the kids tomorrow.

The End

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel x you #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #wife #miguel smut #smut #santa

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vintagexherry · 4 months

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"I saw mommy kissing santa!"

Miguel O' Hara x Wife!Reader

//Mentions of kissing, Suggestive, fluff, OC sibling of Gabriella

A/N: This is just to let out some stress, Might make a Nathan Bateman version of this if i feel like it

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Miguel was in the living room, sitting on the couch tapping on the hologram screens, checking any report emails from the other spiders. Thankfully, the villains in other dimensions were probably in the christmas spirit since all the reports he gets are broken buildings or affirmations that a villain got sent back to its rightful dimension.

Curtains are drawn back to let the view of snow fall over and pile against the glass. The snow wasn't that heavy today since the next-door neighbour christmas lights are visible enough, although that doesn't mean he probably needs to shovel the driveway the next day.

"All things sorted Miguel, no anomaly in sight for the last one hour."

Miguel heard Lyla pop up and talk next to his shoulder.

"Alright, that's for today Lyla."

"Aight! Merry Christmas, Miguel!" With that cheery tone, she disappears in a flash. And with that, Miguel also turned off the screens and laid back on the couch with a heavy yet relaxed sigh.

Honestly, he doesn't remember the last time he actually enjoyed a holiday without getting called for action. The warmth of the fireplace with its crackling noises could even put him to sleep.

That is until he hears an echo of small feet trying (and failing) to be quiet and sneak up to him, not to mention the hushed giggles and whispers along with it.

He decides to entertain them, cus why not.

After a few seconds, two gremlins children tackle him from behind the couch, a pair of hands covering his eyes, and one tries to wrestle his arm as if it had a life of its own.

"Gahh! You got me!" Miguel exclaimed.

His children laugh and giggle as Miguel try to pry them by grabbing their pajamas as if there unruly kittens.

After a minute of wrestling, the kids' laughter died down to huffs for breath, and Miguel couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright, you two, what got you so energetic today? You didn't drink any coffee, did you?" He swear, the last time the two had coffee, you and Miguel had to chase them around the house. As much as athletic Miguel is, he got his limits.

"Ew! Too bitter, " Gabriella says as she cuddles next to her dad.

"Psh as if you didn't drink some yesterday" Mateo accusingly points at Gabriella

"Your just jealous I drank more than you did!" Gabriella fights back

Miguel huffs a laugh, and as much he finds the fight funny, he's more curious what got the kids all energetic. Usually, they would be eager to help their mom, who is by now preparing dinner in the kitchen.

"Alright, alright, break it up, you too. Santa already wrote you on the nice list. Don't make him change it."

With that, the kids succesfully stopped well.

Maybe too well...

Miguel looked down at them and saw them giving looks to each other as if their talking telepathically.

Weird.

"Something wrong?"

Mateo and Gabriella glanced up to Miguel and back at each other as if urging at least one of them to speak up.

Whatever they got going on telepathically, it seems like Gabriella won since Mateo gave a defeated sigh and looked at Miguel.

"Papa. You better not tell mama I told you this..."

"Alright...?"

Mateo looked at him and to Gabriella who gave an encouraging nod.

"Mama kissed santa last night."

What.

Wait...

Miguel tried holding his laugh, but before he could, he was already choking on his saliva and only choked and raspy laughs came out.

Mateo and Gabriella seemed confused at first but quickly faded to anger and determination.

"C'mon Papa, we really saw Mama kissing him while he was putting gifts under the tree!" Mateo exclaimed, determined to state and conclude his point.

"And I thought Santa only stopped for the cookies and milk." Gabriella added

And with it, Miguel snorted and laughed more. His stomach clenching from his laughter and his children unimpressed.

Oh kids....

If you only knew.

"Ok, ok...." Miguel said when he finally caught his breath.

He looked at Gabi and Mateo, who only looked at him in disappointing looks. (Which he tried not to laugh again)

Before he could speak again, the three of them heard your voice coming from the kitchen.

"Mat, Gabi! Dinner's ready, call your dad to come too!"

Gracias a Dios.

You were always there to save him perfectly.

He looked at the kids again and gave them a final look.

"Look, Your papa is gonna look at the cctv later at night and I'll see if mama really kissed santa."

And with that, the kids agreed to have mercy on him at least this night and headed straight to the dining room, excited for dinner.

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"Amor, you can't believe what the kids told me today."

"Hm?" You were on the bed reading a book, and you looked up to Miguel, wearing a towel around his waist as he picked sweatpants to sleep.

"Is it something funny? I swore I heard you laugh just before dinner." You recalled the sound of his laughter filling the space as you cook.

"Well, that's because the kids accussed you of something, Mrs. O'Hara."

"Oh?" Your interest is now piqued, and you bookmarked your book and put it on the nightstand.

"Now tell me Mrs. O' Hara..."

Miguel slipped next to you, laying on his side, his head resting on his hand.

"... Is it true that at 11:42 pm. on Christmas Eve, you had gone out of your bedroom to kiss the one and only Santa Claus?" He smirked at your confused face.

What.

Wait....

You bit your lips to stifle your laughter.

Miguel smiled wider at your reaction, even chuckling along.

After gaining your breath and steadying your thoughts you speak up.

"Well, Mr. O'Hara, I can assure you that I would never do that and that Santa only stopped to drop presents and eat cookies and milk."

"Cookies and milk hm? What if..."

Suddenly, you felt his other hand slipping beneath your night dress.

Oh, now you see where this is going.

"What If...?" You inquired, making eye contact with him.

Miguel smiled

"What if.... Santa decided to stop by to taste something.... Sweeter? Hm?"

His hands were now playing at the hem of your underwear.

"Sweeter? If that's what Santa wants, I'll be glad to give him a taste." You smiled, feeling Miguel's fingers tug down your underwear.

"Don't mind if I do." Miguel smirked, and with that, he lifted himself up and took your underwear off fully, throwing it away randomly on the floor, you could even see the print of his dick just pressing agaist his sweatpants.

Safe to say, Miguel had to do breakfast tomorrow morning for the kids.

The End

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel x you #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #christmas #miguel fluff #suggestive

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vintagexherry · 4 months

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update:

stress been doing me in due to exams and I have been contemplating alot so I might delete "The man with rubies for eyes" and probsbly just turn it into s headcannon type of writing since im not entirely sure if i have the motivation to continue writing it.

ty for ur time and understanding

#random #rant post #rant #personal #astv miguel

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vintagexherry · 6 months

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MASTERLIST

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🕸𝕸𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝕺' 𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖆 🕸

🪩ℕ𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝔹𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕟🪩

#masterlist

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vintagexherry · 6 months

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🪩𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥🪩

🪩𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤🪩

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🪩𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤🪩

Look-a-like [Nathan seemed to have made a robot that look just like you]

Santa did more than drop presents [the kids have an unexpected accusation about you]

#nathan bateman #ex machina #masterlist

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vintagexherry · 6 months

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Look-a-Like

Yandere!Nathan Bateman x Reader

//Obsessive themes, Non-con, OOC (?) Nathan, Domestic Violence (like 1 slap), god complex, delusional, unprotected sex

A/N: Watched Ex-Machina like last month and wanted to write for him, the new theme may or may not inpsired by him

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You paused, your eyes trained at the robot standing in front of you, copying your posture.The robot, or rather Nathan, has a peticular sense of fashion. Fashion in the sense of the robot wearing a sexy version of a french maid outfit.

Your eyes may roam around it's body but the face always caught your attention.

"...That's me"

"Glad your eyes can still work," He boredly mused.

"Is... Is there a reason for it to look like me?" You hesitantly look away from the piercing gaze of the robot to look at Nathan, loughing at the couch in front of you, drinking the whiskey the robot gave.

"Can't I surprise my secretary?"

"Well, surprise is what you exactly did."

He huffed a laugh at your words. He didn't say anything else and stood up next to you to admire the robot in front of you. Although a bit wobbily in his steps, he is somehow still able to stand up straight. The power of this man is questionable.

You both looked at the robot, you busy wondering the actions of Nathan while Nathan himself is just admiring his handiwork.

"Does my look-a-like really need to be wearing that?"

"You're right..." Nathan said

"thank yo-"

"....Shoulda made it only wear the apron."

You looked at Nathan in annoyance, but he doesn't seem to care. Typical.

Working with him has been hectic. You first started as a temporary assistant until he had given you a promotion to be his official secretary. The pay is great, and living conditions are stable.

As stable as Nathan can be.

During your work, you had to go to another country to attend a seminar that Nathan didn't want to go to. Coming back after a month, you were surprised to find a robot version of you.

Specifically an maid.

You let out a sigh and took out a tablet.

"Anyway, the seminar went great, and the company you've been wanting to work with has approved of your proposal." You said as you swipe around the tablet.

Nathan didn't really seem to mind what you said and just looked at you.

"Something the matter sir?"

"Thought I told you to just call me Nathan sweetheart?"

"And I thought I told you to not call me that."

"Touché" He huffed but smirked nonetheless.

Suddenly, he stood up straigther seemingly to remember something.

"Why are you still in business attire? C'mon, as much as I find that skirt hot, It would be much better for you to change and relax with me."

You seem to think over his words, I mean, you just came back from a flight from another country, then another to a helicopter to his house, and you are feeling the effect of jetlag so maybe his right.

But you're not gonna tell him that. You don't wanna feed his ego.

With that, you sighed and accepted his request to change. He informed you that your luggage has already been transported to your room, and clothes are freshly prepared.

"Once you change, meet me outside for dinner." He didn't wait for your reply since he already started going on his own way, and you didn't waste your time going to your own.

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"Oh wow... Is this your "welcome back" party for me? I must say, Im impressed. " You mused as you walk into the dining area, the space filled with soft lights, and the table is decorated with candles. It seems like the food hasn't arrived yet.

"Glad you're properly 'surprised' now." Nathan says as he sits down at the head of the table, waiting for you to sit.

You sat down adjacent to him.

"So tell me about your travel, what was the place like?"

"Well, where should I start? The place looked wonderful as ever, fancy chandeliers and so, although the food wasn't really my taste." You chuckled at your own words, remembering the appetizer almost making you vomit during that time.

"Oh and the CEO of the company you worked with, gentleman really, he and his wife been planning to travel out of the country and-"

"Yea, im gonna stop you there." He suddenly interrupted you.

You flinched at his actions, wondering if you did or said anything wrong. Sure you and Nathan are close but as Nathan could be, his unpredictable and you? Just a secretary working under him.

"The place? I was asking about the place?" He said his eyebrows raising a bit as if to note the obvious.

"O-oh yea, the place, really nice, they had a chocolate fountain and uh... White chocolate fountain in there, and um... A garden... With a fountain," you stated, unsure of what to really say about the place since you were busy trying to talk to people. You know Nathan could have mood swings. The first he could be jolly as they could be, but the next, he could snap you in half.

"Fountain huh. Pretty is it? Let's Say that if I build a fountain right outside where I workout, will that make you stay?"

You sigh.

This conversation.

You had this with him before. You hope your appetite could stay until the food comes.

"I told you, Nathan, Im a secretary, you gave me that position, and I work for it, and Im sure as hell that secretaries don't just stay in one place." You gently tried to reprimand him.

"And how many times do I tell you that you could just do all those work here?"

"I did try to invite you to come with me, Nathan. I mean, living here secluded of human interaction isn't really healthy." You know for a fact that your look-a-like robot did more work than serve him whiskey. You try not to dwell too much on that thought, not wanting to ruin your own appetite.

"Human interaction? You're the only interaction I only need." He said as if its the most obvious things in the world.

"Nathan-"

You were cut of when the robot look-a-like arrived with a tray of Rosttiere Chicken and, on the other hand, a bowl of smooth mashed potato.

Seems like your appetite didn't really go. The smell of the chicken seemed to bring it back.

But you swear you can never get used to the sight of yourself serving you.

After placing the food onto the table with a bottle of wine between you two, you started to dig in.

"You know, I planned to shut her down and bring Kiyoka back."

You hummed in acknowledgement, your mouth still filled with food.

"But seeing a version of you in a maid outfit is eye-catching," He said jokingly, laughing at your reaction.

"I really only made her on a rush once you left, so I haven't programmed her to talk. Heh, you should have seen the outfits I tried on her. You should try it too."

You rolled your eyes as his words. He never held back with his comments, even admitting he had sexual fantisies of you. You guess your used at this point.

"And get humiliated? No thank you."

You both chuckeled.

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"....And yes, we will update the software within the upcoming week....No....I told you it's not a bug, and all you have to do is restart it, No sir I'm not being disrespectful"

Nathan watches you from the CCTV as you talk to another secretary from another company on your phone while you pace around the living room.

It's already 9'o clock in the night and Nathan just finished fucking your look-a-like since you too busy being "Im your secretary,not your fuck toy" typa gal. Sheesh ever heard of fun?

He sighed as he watched you end the call frustratingly and lightly threw it on the bed. After that, you head to your bathroom to get ready for bed.

With that, he shut off his computer and leaned back on his chair.

His eyes turn to look at the robot lying down behind him. He really should pat his own back for this one. He even captured how your sleeping face looked like, and he could feel himself getting hard again.

Maybe he should really start programming the robot with a voice, but he never really heard you moan...

Fuck... If only he could.

If only you could stop being a bitch and listen to him once. Sure, he gave you that position, but the least you could do was thank him. He once tried removing you from that position but the next thing he knew was his schedule and meetings all messed up.

Damn you for being good at your job.

He let out an angry sigh before forcefully dragging the robot to his bed and pushing her to lay down.

Your face gazes back at him with want, of course it would, he made her to look at him like that.

But would you really look at that to him?

He shakes his thoughts off and proceded to do what he do best.

He dropped his pants to the floor and started mounting 'you', kissed 'you', caressed 'you'.... Made love to 'you'

But try as he might, its not working.

It was'nt moaning, it wasn't calling out his name, it wasn't touching him like he wants too.

IT wasn't YOU

Before he could even think, he pulled out, punching the face of your imposter, pulling out the fake skin it holds and ruining his own work.

But he doesn't seem to care.

Metallic parts are flying everywhere, his angry shouts and grunts fill the room as rage plows through his fist onto the robot's face and body.

He doesn't know how long it has been. But once he regained himself, Nathan find himself looking down at smashed metallic parts and his knuckles bruised and bleeding.

He didn't even realized he was panting.

Fuck you.

And your pretty face

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It was morning, the soft sun rays fill the room with light, and you we in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the two of you.

Weirdly enough the look-a-like isn't here nor is Kyoko, but you don't mind, having a moment without robots can be healing. Maybe Nathan should try it.

Speaking of Nathan, here he comes.

But you froze in your place.

"Nathan? Are you alright? Your knuckles..." You turned off the stove to drive your attention fully to him, you lift his hands to your level with surprising ease from him.

His knuckles are shaded with different red, blues and purple, and is that a piece of metal?

"What were you doing last night? Come on, I'll fix you. Breakfast can wait." Without waiting for his answer you held his hand and lend him to your room.

You took your card on the other hand opened your door.

"Go ahead and sit, I'll find my aid supply." With that you left him be and went to your bathroom to look for the said aid.

Nathan didn't really sleep well last night, too busy rampaging his emotions on that one robot, then he had to clean it out. Cleaning, I mean by pushing the wasted robot off the bed and dusting off his pillows. As of right now that robot's remains are laying right on his floor in a pile of metal.

That's what it's all is.

A pile of metal.

Something that he shouldn't be proud of, and that's saying something.

His a creator, a god even. Why is his creation isn't as perfect as it should be?

Well, maybe because he just created a copy. An unoriginal work. An imposter.

He didn't sleep well that night with his thoughts drifting into dark waters. His thoughts would drown into treacherous waters and he finally slept when he finally thought of his Lighthouse. His home.

You.

You lifting his hands to check his injuries, you leading him to your own domain just to treat him without hesitation. Oh,his lighthouse, just there to save him.

He didn't even realize you came back, only he did when you kneeled down while he sat up.

"Alright give me your hand."

He silently obeyed, and you proceeded to take out cotton balls and clean off any dried and leaking blood.

"You're awfully quiet today, didn't sleep well?" You questioned as you finish of cleaning his knuckles.

"Something like that..." His own voice surprised him, it was all throaty and rough. I mean that would explain the screaming and shouting he did.

He watched you as you finally took the bandage and started wrapping it around his injuries. Your soft hands encompasses his cold and unforgiving ones.

Once you finally finished, you cleaned and closed the aid box and stood up from your place.

"Alright big man, no punching the bag for awhile. You can go ahead and finish breakfast, I'll clean up real quick." You notified him as you start standing up.

You didn't go far since toned arms wrapped around your figure and stopped your movements, hugging you close.

"Nathan?"

"I..." He doesn't know what say. Doesn't even know how to start.

Odd.

You stopped your movements and observe him closer. Your hands put down the aid box and without thinking you placed you hands on either sides of his face lightly.

The feeling of your touch is enough to wake him up. Honestly, a robot? Why create something do useless when there's you in front of him. Why make that robot serve him when you could be doing it instead. That bitch of a imposter really deserved that beating.

Plus, he's been a saint. Being patient, giving you a promotion, caring for you especially after a long flight.

And you?

Ungrateful.

Caring, yes.

But ungrateful.

Sure, he's thankful for the aid you did for him, but honestly, you could do better

"Nath- Ah!"

Your vision suddenly flipped, and you find yourself laying down on your bed and Nathan on top of you.

"N-Nathan!" You exclaimed, not expecting to be flipped to lie down.

"I've been nice, really nice... But you really push me to the breaking point here, sweetheart. I've given you a job that every technician out there wishes for, and you can't even show how grateful you are." He seethes, his temper rising slowly, yet voice is calm. His gripping your wrist at each side of your head, and you can't help but whimper in pain.

"Nathan wh-"

"Shut up, you ran your mouth enough"

He didn't waste time ripping off your shirt and pants off of you. You shouted his name to stop him, but it did nothing but come out of the other ear.

"Nathan stop!"

"I've made you work in luxury for so so so long, even did a better job than anyone else. But you just had to ruin it with that of your stuck-up attitude."

With that, he finally dove into your lips, kissing you roughly, uncaring your whimpers of pain.

You're nothing but confused. Yes, Nathan is unpredictable, but this is another level.

Nathan finally let go of your lips and you inhale back the air you need.

"Na-Nathan ple-"

"I SAID SHUT UP!"

Your vision suddenly swerved to the side, the next, a stinging pain to your cheek.

He slapped you.

How did a peaceful day of making breakfast turn to this?

Nathan saw your silence as a sign to continue tugging down your undergarments.

You knew talking is futile, so you tried moving your body out of his grasp.

"Stop moving or I'll fucking chain you into the bed."

You stopped, but you can't stop the tears from sliding down your face.

Nathan finally removed your bra and panties, leaving you bare before him, still with his own clothes.

He moved your wrists on top of your head and held it with one hand, the other groped your breasts roughly.

"Shit... Softer than I imagined." He didn't try hiding the memorization in his voice.

Maybe you were right, the lack of human interaction really fucked him up but, he was also right. You're the only human interaction he needs.

Nathan ignores your desperate squirming when his hands let go of your breast and lead down a path to your pelvis.

"No-no please Nathan please!"

"Don't make this harder for yourself"

He said with a snap as he fingered your slit gathering whatever he could to finger you properly.

You squirmed even more, trying to free your hand from his hold but, with it he only tightened it, making you wince from the grip.

"This is better than every robot combined, and that's saying something, you should be proud."

Nathan didn't want to waste anymore time. He untied the string of his sweatpants and pulled it down, revealing his dick to you, and you can't help but start to cry.

Once again, your cries are ignored.

Nathan can be patient, working with electronics and expirementing A.I is no easy feat.

But that all crumbled away with you.

He didn't waste a single second thrusting into you, before you could scream, he quickly dove to your lips. Devouring your whimpers and moans of pain along with it.

Tears stream down your face onto the pillow, wetting it, but Nathan could only focus on what's wetting his dick.

His pace is rough and desperate, longing to feel you even more. His lips couldn't stop occupying yours. Finally, he let go of your lips, letting you gasp in a breath. As he thrusts into you more, his hand went from holding your waist to flicking your clit with his thumb, making you moan louder.

Your sounds did nothing but encourage him further, his pace faster, signaling his close

You couldn't help but tense at the feeling, clenching down on his cock while you came, your legs shake from the action, making him spur even further.

"Shit shit sh- Fuck!"

He quickly pulled out letting his spend paint your skin white.

Some of the warm liquid trickles down to your stomach and drip to your sides. His eyes mesmirized with the sight of you, all messed up and dazed from orgasm.

Nathan always prides himself with his accomplishments, his company, his riches and his robots.

But nothing could make him more proud than destroying that look-a-like and finally having you the way he wanted too.

#nathan bateman #oscar issac characters #oscar isaac #tw obsessive behavior #tw noncon #tw yancore #tw yandere #domestic violent relationships #tw abuse #Ex-machina #unprotected sex

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Before and after theme

aint gon lie 70s retro typa aesthetic rlly hittin me

#random #rant #tumblr themes

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Treasure for Three Days [8][Finale]

Pirate!Miguel x Princess!Reader

//Smut, Kissing, unprotected sex, oral, throat fucking, overstimulation, first times [pls comment if I miss anything]

A/N: Thank you for your patience

Previously

"Just couldn't stay away from you, hermosa." He chuckled at your flushed state.

"Yeah....I notice" You smiled.You glanced back at the shoreline, seeing your father shouting for you to come back.

This time, though, you're sure you don't want to.

You don't how you ended up here, but you sure as hell this is what you meant by taking your mundane life away.

Sure, running, piracy, and chasing wasn't the exact scene that comes to your head, but it's better than you could expect.

Lovely even.

The sun is setting, a mixture of orange and subtle purple paint the sky, and the shoreline of your kingdom is long forgetten in the distance.

Right now, you inhale the salty yet fresh air of the ocean, your face ached from smiling so widely from the event that transpired, but you can't find yourself to stop smiling.

The crew seemed to be happy that your back, saying things like keeping the captain in control.

You chuckle at their words, you only spent three-ish days with them yet you felt a deep bond.

"I see you're still nothing but a deep thinker, hermosa."

Your head turned around to see Miguel approaching you with a smirk.

He slightly bends down to kiss you on your lips, and you smile even wider.

"Hello to you too," you mused.

"Mmm, missed the taste."

Miguel seemed to stare into your soul with his piercing red-brownish eyes, and you can't help but shiver.

"Glad I didn't make you marry that snob of a prince."

"You met my fiance? Is that how you got your royal clothes from?"

"Fiance? No more of that bebita. And maybe... Maybe threatened him with a sword against his neck for good measures."

You chuckle.

"Sword agaist his neck? Sounds a bit familiar don't you think?"

He seemed to think for a while and laughed at the memory.

"Glad I did it." He smiled to you. His hands caressing your waist.

"Cap'n! The sails are okay and wind is steady." A crewmate reported, breaking you and Miguel in your bubble of light flirting.

"Good. Keep her busy, if im needed I'll be in my quarters."

You lightly yelp as you were dragged by the waist and made to follow Miguel to his room.

Once you both arrived and the door was shut, Miguel didn't waste time diving to your lips.

Your eyes widened a bit but you quickly returned his affection.

"Eager, are we? I didn't expect the infamous Miguel O'hara to be smitten." You teased.

"That's right, big bad, Arachne captain got the hots for a little princess. Now I wonder if that princess is willing to fix the problem?" He teased back as his hands go at the back of your dress, untying the corset as he does.

With the corset starting to loosen, you kissed him again.

He chuckles

"It's a yes then? Well what are we waiting for hm?"

With that, he suddenly carried to bridal style and promptly dropped you to the bed.

He didn't waste time kissing you feverishly.

While kissing, you didn't notice him taking a dagger nearby. He disconnected the kiss for him to slice the fabrics and threads that held your dress.

"Wha-Hey!-"

"Shhh, I'll get you a new one, as many as you like. Maybe more than your wardrobe."

He threw the dagger randomly on the floor and ripped the rest of your dress with his hands.

His lips returned to you and moved down to your neck.

You shuddered as you felt soft lips tracing the veins in your neck and down to your collarbone. The dress finally removed, and he threw its scrap randomly on the floor alongside the dagger.

"Mmm- Miguel"

"Relax for me bebita, that's it."

His hands caressed every skin that it could find, rubbing circles on your arms, until it reached your thighs, and then your knees.

While his lips are occupied for leaving you marks, his hands spread your legs apart to give him room.

You lightly gasped when you felt his bulge slightly drag at your clothed pussy.

He stopped his mistrations with his lips and hissed a cursed.

His eyes looked down at your underwear, he glared at it as if it did a grave sin agaist him.

In this scenario it probably did.

His hands left your knees and immediately went to remove your underwear.

Once off, your suddenly felt shy. Causing you to close your legs a bit but Miguel is quicker stop you.

"Mmnh, non of that hermosa, don't go shy on me now."

You bit your lip and slightly nodded as you opened your legs a bit again.

Miguel is still fully clothed. Your hands went to the buttons of his blouse.

Miguel seem to be happy with your intiative and let your unbutton his blouse and next were his pants.

When he finally slid off his clothes you gulp as his stature.

Miguel is big, his muscles, his height...

And that horse between his legs.

Miguel sensed your nerves and one of his hands raised up to pet your head.

"We'll take it easy, hermosa, But who knows, maybe next time I wouldn't if you keep looking at like that." He teased.

"Ego is as high as ever." You smiled.

Your eyes focused on his dick, it's size made you question how'd it fit into your mouth before, and now you want to question how it will fit into you overall.

You suddenly think 'fuck it'. You just ran away from your home and you finally gonna get the life you wanted.

A little rod down your throat should'nt stop you.

You raised your body so you could go down on your knees, Miguel's member just right in front of you.

You took your hands and gently wrapped it around it's length, Miguel hissed at the contact.

You find your lips connecting to his tip, licking off any excess precum that's starting to drip off.

Miguel hissed more, biting his bottom lip. His hands automatically held the back of your head, not pushing you further but enough to encourage you.

You took the sign and continued licking his length. After a few more licks, you sucked his tip.

"fffffuuck, that's it bebita. go o-on."

Your movements made his hips buck, almost putting his length into your mouth.

You licked and sucked a few more times, and finally, with a deep breath of courage and a whole lotta confidence to do it, you took his length halfway making it hit the back of your throat.

"Ah, ¡Mierda!"

His hand is now gripping your hair, giving you a bit of a sting but who cares at this point.

You bobbed your head, each bob making you take his length deeper into you.

If Miguel was known to be the fearsome and strongest pirate captain out there.

He's also known for not being patient.

With you almost taking his length down your throat, Miguel uttered a word you couldn't hear and the last thing you know was both of his hands holding the side of your head and ramming his cock down your throat roughly.

"Hgrk!" You gagged, your nose hitting his pelvic area and your senses are filled with Miguel.

Miguel didn't seem to mind since all he did was move your head for you while thrusting his hips to the same rhythm.

Your ears hear nothing but your own gagging noises and Miguel's swearing and grunts.

"Shhhit, a-amor that...thats it!"

With a few more thrusts, he held your head to stay in one place, then you finally felt that familiar warmth down your throat.

After a few minutes, Miguel finally let your head go letting you let his length out of your mouth.

Miguel above you was a panting mess, but you were much worse.

Make up the maids put on you this morning was all ruined with tearstreaks ruining the eye makeup and drool smudging the lipstick.

You might look worse but Miguel could beg to differ.

While you also took a breather, you notice his cock twitching back to hardness, and it did nothing but make you throb for it.

"Breath in as much as you need hermosa, it's gonna be a long night."

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"Mi-Miguel!"

Your pleas go from one ear to another since Miguel was too busy ramming into you as if it's your last day all over again.

Both of you don't know if minutes or hours has gone by.

But sure as hell you both are enjoying it.

Miguel took his time to prepare you and your body, giving you praises here and there. Caresses are placed everywhere. And you thank the gods for being able to survive the thing between his legs.

"So good...So goo- fuck!"

While you were writhing in overstimulation, Miguel was busy enjoying himself.

His dick hitting that one spot you swore you saw stars with.

Forget stars. You were seeing whatever Galileo Galilei saw in the telescope.

Your moans and Miguel's grunts fill the room entirely that you weren't surprised if the entire ship could hear it.

But you can't think right now, no thoughts go in your head when Miguel started increasing in speed, the bed creaking with his movements.

You screamed his name but he doesn't seem to care.

His hands being on the side of your head, started gripping the sheets hard, a tale tell sign his close.

So were you.

You were now babbling mess beneath him, your mind felt pleasure no where near imagination.

"Come with me hermosa, come with....Fuck!"

His hips stuttered in movement as he finally gave one last thrust into you before you felt warm liquid flow inside of you.

You body convulsed at the feeling, shockwaves spread around your muscles making them tense and shake.

You said Miguel's name one last time before your body went limp.

You gaze above Miguel and he does the same to you.

His face was lightened only by the moonlight through the window.

Miguel gazed down onto you, he felt nothing but admiration for your being. You look like a divine being and him, just a mere mortal.

As both of you catch your breath, Miguel finally laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around you and you felt nothing but safety in the arms of your lover.

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While you and Miguel are busy resting.

The crew was busy distracting themself at the scenery.

"Bloody hell... Those two finally shut up." Hobie muttered with a sigh.

Miles chuckled.

"Well, at least we finally have someone who can hold back Captain with his mood swings."

Hobie hummed in agreement. Resting his eyes

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes in realization. Hobie looked at Miles with a smirk.

"I know that look, I dont like that look."

Hobie didn't say anything but lend his hand out.

Miles looked at it and sighed deeply. He reached out his back and put out a pouch of gold. Throwing it to Hobie who catched it happily.

"A bet is a bet mate, so are rules." Hobie chuckled. "Told ya I always win"

"Oh shut up." Miles scoffed but that didn't erase his smile.

As much as the crew didn't get enough sleep that night they were glad your back. Someone who can laugh at their shenanigans and someone who can be of assistance when talking to Miguel.

And Miguel was nothing but glad he got his treasure back.

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YandereDirector!Miguel O'Hara x Actress!Reader

//Dead dove do not eat,Lying in public, Kidnapping, Fake Death, Mild stockholm syndrome, Lyla being a wingwoman, Heavy Abuse, half drowing, Heavy animal abuse, Animal death, implied sexual abuse.

A/N: 2nd winner of the poll, Have this for awhile while I get busy with school and might not upload TFTD soon

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"She was the kindest person I worked with, she knew what to do and how to do it professionally. We might not have that much time together, but for whatever it's worth, she was truly a unique person..."

Miguel paused for a while, holding back a sob from his throat.

"I wished for Y/N's family and friends my condolences and not to forget my gratitude for bringing up a person like her in this world."

With that, Miguel left the podium with a solemn expression, cameras flashing from left to right. Nosy interviewers pushing up microphones his way, trying to one up each other, hoping their questions will be answered.

That day was grey, gloomy, and depressing. News have found that you have gone missing the past few months and after multiple searches from the government, you were now declared dead.

Some people believe, some don't. Mostly, conspiracies would say that you were still alive, crawling on the ground out of a hole where you were said to be buried alive by some jealous actor. Some would say you got abducted or kidnapped by some crazed fan.

It's still a mystery if either you're dead or alive, disappearing just after your premiere show.

But that's what public only knows.

Miguel enters the backseat of his car on the way to his private mansion in some woods. He let's out a small chuckle.

"Great work out there, big boss"

A woman who seemed to be younger than Miguel sits at the driver's seat, she started the car and drives away, away from cameras, away from people and away from suspecting ears.

"I wIsHed HeR faMiLy mY ConDolOncEs" Lyla mocked as she stopped in the middle of traffic.

"Just drive, Lyla," Miguel huffed, but nonetheless, still happy, he finally got out of that stuffy crowd.

"Whatever you say boss."

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A few minutes passed by, and they finally arrived in a land barricaded by gates and high security cameras and sensors.

The high tall gates opened up to let the car in.

"Were there any distubance with Y/N?" Miguel asks as he leaves the car and goes straight to this house with Lyla closely behind.

"Aside from going to the bathroom and playing with the cat, nothing else seems out of the ordinary."

"...Really?"

"No kicking doors, no attempt to break windows and nothing else. She seems to be adjusting well."

Miguel went silent for a while as they passed by the garden and fountaine, where you and him would (forcefully) walk side by side, that is, until you tried running away.

"That's... Good to hear. Thanks, Lyla."

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"How's your day, dear?" Miguel approaced your form, sitting on the bed, petting your beloved cat and looking out the window.

"Alright......How's... Your speech? Lyla told me you had one"

He almost forgot Lyla would tell you things he currently does, but he's thankful she doesn't go to detail.

"It was nothing special. But other than that, I got you a little something."

He held a in a sigh as you merely looked at the bag by his hand.

He took the bag and landed it on the bed beside your form and looked at you patiently.

You hesitated a bit, He can understand why.

He spoiled you lots and lots thanks to his rising director career, but his gifts can vary a lot. To dresses, to jewellery, up to sex toys, and lingerine.

You remember one time you got gifted a lingerine version of your fictional character suit, and you refused to wear it. Next thing you know, you were forced to be naked for three days. Your usual thick blanket got changed into a much thinner one, rendering it almost useless to the cold temperature Miguel set your room in.

You decided to accept his gifts no matter what they are.

You placed the cat next to you while cautiously grabbing the bag as if it could explode any second.

The moment you opened the bag, you let out a breath of relief.

Inside was a box of necklace, with it, come matching earrings.

"Thought it matched your eyes, mi amor."

"...Yo-you shouldn't have."

"You're right. I shouldn't, but I wanted too, anyway.Why don't you try it on?"

Without waiting your answer, he took the box from you and lifted your hair a bit to place the necklace around you. You held back a shiver when the cold material touched your skin.

When you felt the necklace lock, Miguel took a mirror from the vanity and placed it in front of you, making you see yourself.

"Aren't you stunning?" Miguel smiled as he watched the necklace glimmer.

"Y-yes."

"Now, what do we say?"

"Th-thank you."

Miguel smiled wider.

"Very good, you're learning more and more." He kissed your cheek while you fought back the urge to flinch away.

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Three months ago

"....And cut! You there! One more mistake im cutting you out of this role." Miguel shouted as people flinched from the volume of his voice and the actor mentioned huffed in annoyance.

"Yeah, whatever" He mumbled.

Miguel sighed, a headache soon to rise.

"Call a break, be back at twenty."

With that, everyone left to go to their own places to take a breather and relax for a bit. You did the same while double-checking your script.

You didn't know how many hours it has been, but the repetitive number of mistakes that your co-actor has been doing has really done an effect on you. You understand that actors alike make mistakes, but he keeps forgetting lines, forgetting actions, and sometimes won't listen to cues and signals.

When being called to audition this role, your heart soar with happiness and excitement. Working under Miguel O'Hara is no joke after all. He was strict yet creative with his movies. The number of awards and recognition he earned shows that.

The movie your acting is an action genre, which you had a bit of difficulty at first, especially with fighting choreography, but you're glad that the team was patient all together

Patience doesn't really last that long thought. You just hope that one co actor would get his bearings right since the movie is almost done and editing and finalizing will be left.

You didn't realize twenty minutes were done until one of the staff started calling everyone back.

Finally, your co actor has gotten it right, and the rest of the production went smooth.

Before you know it, the movie is released,watched, and you were invited to an awarding event.

Everyone was having the time of their life. You were sitting at your designated table along side with Miguel with his assistant.

Lyla is the best person you have ever met, funny with a brush of sarcasm. Although as bit pushy with personal questions and it's still nice to talk to someone light.

While you enjoy your glass of champagne, you watch as the speaker on stage makes their speech for the winning actress of the year award.

"...And for this year award, we would like to dedicate this to none other than Y/N L/N!"

Your eyes widen as cheers and applause erupted from the crowd.

You stood up adjusting your dress a bit and shaking the hand of Miguel as you pass by.

You got up the stage and retrieved your award, made your thank you speech, and bowed.

You guess that after all those cracked backs and sleepless nights of acting, It was all worth it in the end.

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It was finally time to relax.

People who have worked in the movie have been invited to Miguel's mansion for a nice and soft after-awards celebration and you were invited.

Miguel has won yet again another award for directing another hit.

The invitation was relayed to you by Lyla, and you have been told it would still be held around eleven pm-ish so people would have time to change into a more comfortable clothing and such.

You thanked Lyla for the message and decided to head home to change out of your dress.

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"Hey, pal!" Lyla greeted you as she opened the door to the mansion.

"Hey Lyla! Sorry if I got a bit late."

"No worries! Your the first one to arrive."

Lyla stepped aside so you could step in. You thanked her as you entered.

You have never been inside Miguel's domain, and to say your shock was an understatement.

His style is more contemporary with a touch of art deco for a bit of colour.

You were mesmerised with the sparkling chandelier, a huge flat tv screen by the wall, and a fireplace under it.

The walls had linings of gold and white, and some renaissance paintings were plastered here and there to give the space more life.

"Impressed? I swear it could use some plants, but Miguel's too edgy for that." Lyla chimed in behind you, and you held in a chuckle since she isn't wrong.

"Why don't you sit by the fireplace while I fetch Miguel?" she suggests as she leads you further into the living room and sits down, relishing the warm heat of the fire.

Lyla smiles at your relaxed state and headed upstairs where you guess Miguel was.

While you wait, you stare by the fire, and you're surprised you got here first. It's not like you're a tardy person, but by now, you expected at least three or four people here already. Then your thoughts drive to Miguel.

Stunning and successfull is all you could say.

You worked under different directors, yet he stood out for some reason. Maybe the way he leads the group with an iron fist or just the way he acts around you.

Your thoughts were cut off by a voice behind you.

"Y/N, nice to see you accepted my invitation. Sorry if I wasn't there to greet you." Miguel greeted as he approaches you, Lyla no where to be seen.

"Mr. O'Hara, Thank you for inviting me." You stood up from your place and gave him a handshake.

"Please, call me Miguel. We're relaxing as of now, why not enjoy it." Miguel shook your hand back, you held back a wince from his grip.

"Why don't we get started with the champagne, while we wait for the others hm?" Miguel suggests and you accepted.

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"... And then, I slammed my headphones on the floor, and it broke."

You and Miguel laughed at his statement.

Both of you were drunk without a care in the world. The other guests never came but none of you could care.

Especially you.

You hiccuped a laugh as you try stabilizing yourself on the couch. Your body feels warm due to the champagne and the fireplace. Two bottles of empty champagne are placed on the coffee table in front of you.

You swear you wouldn't drink much, especially in front of your director, not wanting to look unprofessional, but it seems like both of you got lost in stories and laughter.

"Bet *hic* Lyla talked your ass off for it."

"Oh, you bet." He chuckled, remembering Lyla scolding him as if he was a child who broke a vase.

You laughed again. At this point, you don't know what for. Your head feels light and dizzy, and your vision is wobbly.

Miguel seemed to notice your state and tried to hide his smile. For some, you notice he barely looked drunk, kinda put shames into your "high-tolerance." But your mind wanders, and the more you do, the more you felt like to a deep need to sleep.

"It looks like you enjoyed the champangne too much." Miguel mused, small smile grew on his face.

Some hint of clarity went into you.

"O-oh, my apologies, I-um probably drank your stock." You apologized as he chuckles.

"Nonsense bebita, got more than you could count." He stares into your dazed state and continues. "You know what? I'll call Lyla, you seemed to need help after all those glasses hm?"

"O-oh *hic* Dun't wanna tr-trouble you, sir. I'll uh go *hic* go home. " you said as you put down your half empty glass on the coffee table and held onto the couch, stood up albiet wobbly.

Miguel stood up quickly, but you were to drunk to notice anything.

Next thing you know, you collapsed. The floor or his arms? You don't know.

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".... And make sure the windows are locked."

"Aye aye cap'n"

Your head hurts, your body feels heavy, and your eyes sting from the light from the windows.

The only things you do is realized a comfy and weighted blanket is placed on you and your on a bed you don't recognize.

Your ears could only hear the muffled voices of a man and woman behind the door.

Your eyes roam where it could, and you notice you're in a fancy looking bedroom on a bed that's too big for one person. The windows have curtains on them, but they were opened, making you hiss from the light.

Your head is still dizzy, and you feel like you want to go back to sleep.

But your situation still needs focusing on.

Did you collapse from all that champagne?

Geez, did you sleep in the house of O'hara? god, you hope he isn't mad for needing to take care of your state.

Some sense are finally going back to you, and you decided to sit up with a groan, making the blanket slid of you.

You froze.

This isn't what you were wearing last night.

I mean, who wears a long, spaghetti strap, lacy white night gown to have a drink with your boss?

You panic. Were you still at Miguel's house?

Your questions were answered when the door opened.

There stood Miguel, his eyes automatically landing on you.

"Good. You're awake."

"S-sir?"

"Still calling me that? I thought I told you to call me Miguel?"

You ignored his words as you sat at the edge of the bed.

"I-uh...I...I don't know what happened sir but I apologize for intruding, Im-" You tried speaking, but your words are slurred, your body and mind still processing itself.

"Intruding? Nonsense." Miguel interuppts you, his eyes roam around the long night gown on you. "Seems like I made the right choice for your night gown." He said as he sits beside you on the bed.

You paused.

Was he the one who put this on you?

Signals blare around your head and you try to sit up.

"Si-sir... If I may, I really need to go." Your body finally listens to you as you stand up and try to head towards the door.

You flinched hard when you felt a strong grip on your wrist, stopping you on your tracks.

"What did I just say about calling me Miguel?" His eyes focused on you and you shivered. You really need to go away.

"Si-Miguel... Please, I really need to go."

You pleaded, but your words were ignored, and all Miguel did was pull you closer to him and further from the door.

Your body is now shooting signals left and right your dizziness long forgotten. You tried wriggling your hands out of his grip with all you could muster, Miguel didn't budge a bit and just pulled you into closer to him.

"Don't make this harder." With that he pulled you closer to him one more time before lifting you up and throwing you harshly on the bed.

Air was knocked out of your lungs no matter how soft the matress could be. Fear is going higher and higher in your body, and you're not hearing signals anymore. An entire warning siren rings in your head to get out of here as fast as you could.

What happened last night?

Did you offend him?

Why did he changed your clothes?

Where's your phone?

You didn't have much to think about when the next thing you know was lips roughly pushing agaist your own.

"Mmh!-"

First you got abducted now your forced to kiss your captor.

Your hands automatically tried to push him away by pushing against his chest, but it was futile. His own hands took your wrists away from his chest and pinned down on each side of your head.

He finally let go, and both of you panted from loss of breath.

"Let me g-!"

Your words once again stopped when he kissed you again. This time, it is less rough yet still demanding control.

"I said don't make this harder."

He said as one of his hands gathered both your wrists to be pinned above your head while the other one slid underneath your nightgown to bunch it up to your hips.

"No no nonono please...Miguel I beg you plea-"

"As much as I love you, I'd appreciate it if you shut up for once."

Your words choked up in your throat, following his orders unwillingly. You didn't even realize tears started streaming down your face, soaking the sheets underneath.

Miguel didn't seem to care.

Instead he smiled.

"Good. Atleast you know how to listen."

You tried gulping, but doing so made you choked up even more.

"Shh shh, just calm down."

Yeah...As if that's easy.

His other hand started tracing the lacy patters of your underwear, which you dreadfully realized that was changed too.

You tried wriggling your hips away from him, but that didn't deter him from ripping your underwear off of you.

You painfully yelp from force.

"Shh... Just relax and enjoy the ride hermosa."

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One Month Later.

Life is getting bad and worse the more you spend your time here.

First, you learned Miguel has been planning this for so long since you got recruited to star in his movie. You don't know what that plan contains, but it must have been a really good one since no one is not even the government could find you.

Second, always as permission and opinions from either Lyla or Miguel. One time the both of them went out to attend a meeting. While they were gone, you decided to take a bath by yourself to get rid of the dirty proof you had with Miguel last night. Time must have passed while you were enjoying your alone time since Miguel burst into the bathroom with a deep scowl on his face.

Next thing you know, you were forced under the water of your bath. Water is going in your nose, and bubbles stinging your eyes. Miguel is ranting something, but you don't hear anything due to your fainting consciousness, but Miguel pulled you up before you could even faint and after a few seconds he dunked you again.

Another time was picking clothes. It was finally nighttime, and you wanted something thicker to wear. You saw a cardigan and decided to wear that while you have your usual long, silk night gown underneath.

Miguel came out of the bathroom and paused when he saw what your wearing.

"Dear... What's that? hm?"

You flinched when you heard his voice.

"O-oh umm... Just a cardigan, wanted to be a bit warmer to-today."

He stayed silent for a while until he slowly started approaching you.

You flinched again, Miguel can be unpredictable. Is he gonna shout?.

You don't have time to think when his hands suddenly grab your arm and pulled you into the balcony of your shared room.

"Migue-"

"Warm, huh? Let's see how warm you can be out here without me."

His voice is calm...Eerily calm. But you know better.

He roughly opened the windowed door to the balcony and roughly pushed you into it.

Before you could even think, you heard the door shut behind you and you froze.

Did... Did he just locked you out of here?

"Miguel! Miguel please! Im sorry!!"

You shouted as you banged against the balcony door. You couldn't see anything since Miguel seemed to slide the curtains shut.

After a few minutes, which felt like an hour to you already, you gave up on getting Miguel's attention.

You even thought of jumping off the balcony, but within that height, you're sure you would only end up trying to get up and run on broken bones. You're sure as hell you wouldn't even go that far.

You didn't know when you slept, but your eyes opened to the sun that's just started to rise and Miguel carrying you bridal style back to the bedroom.

You temperature down to yourself and your complexion lighter than usual, your lips and throat dry, your body feels numb, and your temperature surely isn't normal.

You couldn't speak, but Miguel didn't mind and kissed your forehead as he layed you down on the bed.

The warmth of Miguel's body and everything else sent shivers onto you.

Althought your body is reduced to nothing but a shivering piece of meat.

The next time you woke up again, you found every sweater and cardigan disappeared in your closet. With Lyla mocking your choice of clothing is boring anyway.

Finally, third.

Shut up and give what he has to give.

You swear your heart broke everytime you go back to that memory.

Miguel was quote on quote, "feeling generous" that day.

He had his schedule packed and he felt bad for leaving you, sometimes Lyla would accompany you but being his assistant she needs to attend her duties as one.

So he brought you a cat.

You don't remember what you named it but you surely remember you loved it.

Something to call your own.

Something that makes you happy.

You doted on it, fed it, pet it and played with it. It's purrs and meows help you forget the situation your in.

But Miguel is there to remind you.

Miguel noticed your attention is driven away from him to the cat.

That damn cat.

One time, he locked it in a separate room, so he could have his moment with you.

But you would turn away from him, always wondering where the cat is, and if he doesn't answer to your liking you wouldn't let him touch you, Although it doesn't always work, he's getting tired of your attitude.

Next thing you know, he made you sit down all tied up and watch as he beat the helpless cat into a pulp.

You cried as she roughly kicked it to the wall, again and again. You begged him to stop as you listened to the weak call for help of the cat started to dwindle into nothing.

Its eyes were swollen and body bloody and bruised.

Your eyes drifted to Lyla standing by the doorway, and you silently pleaded for her help but it was useless when all she did was sip some soda and watched the beating as if it's a natural occurence.

Your cried even harder when the cat stopped meowing and all you could see was a unmoving lifeless body of the cat you once cherished.

"Next time I see you acting that all lovey dovey to something useless, I'm beating you up next."

With that he untied you from the chair and you quickly scrambled to the floor to gently cradle the dead animal.

Miguel left you to your self.

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Two Months later

You don't know how you're still alive.

Your surprised your internal organs are still working.

Your heart beating.

Your lungs breathing.

Your brain thinking.

Thinking.

Thinking when can you get out.

Miguel practically live in the middle of nowhere, just like those mega-rich people who live in the vast grasslands surrounded by trees and sometimes mountains.

Can you actually get our from here?

Windows?

No.

Hidden cameras surround you more than the paparazzi ever did. They were sometimes annoying, but now you're starting to miss their flashing cameras instead of eerie blinking red dots hidden in drawers or mirrors.

Poisoning him?

No.

Lyla double checks everytime from the ingredients you use to the way you cook them.

Killing yourself?

Not even you have control over your own life anymore.

Miguel practically baby proofed the house for you.

So how...

Maybe never.

All you could do was stare out the window, thinking nothing.

Some drool would slip out of your lips but you didn't care.

You watch the same scenery from the window for the 1000th time. The unchanging grasshills, the migrating birds you would sometimes see and the setting sun and rising moon.

Miguel seemed to deem you unstable. You would cry randomly. You stopped turning away his affection but at what cost?

Maybe he would prefer that instead of you looking out in the middle of no where, thinking nothing.

Your crying outbursts would randomly start, at the shower, in the bed, in the kitchen. You name it.

So maybe going out of the house would help you.

You wordlessly took his hand as he lead you out of the house, watching your reaction or body language the whole time.

It seems he was right. Going outside does help.

Your eyes seem to brighten a fraction.

He didn't even realise he let out a sigh of relief when he watched your eyes look around the massive garden as if it's your first time seeing the color green.

You both roamed around, stopping once or thrice to admire a budding flower or a fluttering butterfly.

Miguel didn't really care for the garden since he didn't have time to roam around and admire what he had already seen for a thousand times already. So maybe it was a bit neglected, bushes are overgrowing and vines seems to spread out more.

He decided that once this little trip is over, he needs to hire a gardener to tend it a bit.

Aside from the view, his enjoying you.

Although he isn't sure which part.

The way your eyes light up more and more as you explored the garden and admiring the fountain.

Or.

The way you didn't let go of his hand the entire time. Maybe he did teach you well after all.

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Three months later

It seems like he saved your mental health from declining if he just lets you go out of the house once in a while.

You even learned how to respond to him.

You learned how to touch him.

To hold him.

To love him...

It was all he could ask for.

It took some time for the police to get off his back for the suspicion he has for kidnapping you (which isn't far from the truth)

He even had to make you hide in a secret room in his stupidly big mansion. You didn't know why you had to hide.

But atleast that got the police searching his house finally leave him be after several meetings and interoggations of him.

He finally can live in peace.

You became so good for him he decided to get you another cat.

This time you knew better and he loved you for it.

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Months gone by, possibly years, but atleast your finally content-ish with your life.

Not happy but tolerable.

You stopped pushing away and just give into his so-called "love"

Although Miguel might not always be happy with your lack of emotions nowadays , at least he has you by his side then his contented.

Miguel, on the other hand, feels joyous, true he doesn't find your lacklustre attitude too nice, but it's also true he has you with him.

With politicians, accusations and the damn police out of his back, he can finally go back to loving you.

And he can finally drop the act.

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A/N: Hope u enjoyed, with this, I will go on a hiatus for while, I am unsure when I can be back since life has been pretty busy. I will also postpone my lastedt series so am sorry for that.

I am still thankful for your endless support.

Have a nice day everyone, ty for understanding

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