Devil's Darling ~ Miguel O'hara +18

p6

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"Boo~"

Letting the tension build for a few moments longer before finally revealing your face to Miles and Peter. You took off your mask, allowing them to get a full view of the beauty that lay beneath.

Your eyes locked on their faces, a hint of mischief playing at the corners of your mouth, you felt an exhilarating sense of freedom wash over you. You had been hiding behind your mask for so long, and now you finally able to show your face safely..

Miles was left speechless, and all he could do was stare. When you finally removed your mask, it was as if he was seeing you for the first time, even though he had encountered you before.

As it turned out, you were the model he saw on the billboard during the mission on earth-922. It was a surreal feeling, to be face to face with someone who had been plastered on billboards like some kind of celebrity.

Miles was so caught up in the moment that he almost forgot to say anything, but when he finally did, it was to tell you how stunning you looked. "Ayyy," he managed to say, still trying to comprehend what he was seeing. "You are just as beautiful as I remember."

"Uh?"

You were left feeling a bit confused by Miles' last words, and so he decided to elaborate on what he meant. "Back in your universe, there was this really cool billboard of a model and she looked exactly like you," Miles explained, motioning to her face. "I didn't think much of it at the time, but now that I see it's really you, I'm kind of.. blown away."

"So, let me get this straight...you saw my face on a billboard and thought it was so hot that you had to track me down in person?" Your voice dripped with sarcasm, a small smirk appearing on your face. "I must be pretty special then."

Miles couldn't help but chuckle nervously at your response "Well, when you put it that way..." he replied, a shy glint in his eye.

"Am I missing something?" Peter asked with a cheeky grin, his eyes on Miles now.

"Oh Peter.. You didn't think I could be a model?" You said with feigned indignation. "That's okay, I forgive you."

Peter broke into a fit of laughter at your responses, his eyes watering with each guffaw. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... It's just that I don't think I've ever seen Miles quite like this before."

"That's not funny, man" Miles said, with a mocking pout.

You sighed exaggeratedly, placing your hand on your forehead. "Oh Miles, don't mind him. He just has a hard time accepting my modeling potential." You turned to Peter, smiling and playing along with the joke. "But seriously do I not look like a model to you, Peter hmm?" You asked, your voice lowering to an alluring whisper.

"Oh, I don't know, Y/n," Peter said, a twinkle in his eye as he smirked at you "You look like a talented fighter, but modeling really seems like a stretch."

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"Oh I don't know..." Peter's words echoed in your head. Was he really playing along with you, or was he genuinely dismissive of you?

"Silly Peter..." You said to yourself. narrowing your eyes in a bit of uncertainty.

But the tiniest seeds of doubt began to sprout in your mind, as the words "talented fighter, but modeling really seems like a stretch" continued to haunt the dark corners of your thoughts.

Your smile faltered slightly, but you quickly regained your confident expression, laughing to yourself at these silly thoughts, finding amusement in you inner monologue.