Miguel O'hara X reader (the best one on god on god)

Miguel, mi amor..

It was a cold, rainy night. You wondered where Miguel went. He was fighting a big public menace last time you saw him through your window. You picked up your binoculars, in an attempt to see if he was still out there fighting. After a mere few seconds of silence, you knew something was wrong. "This isn't right, what if he's hurt?" after all, he is your 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑. You knew you saw him ripping through a metal building, climbing up with those massive claws of his. You put your binoculars down. Nothing.

All of a sudden, someone opened the door. You turned around in an instant. It's Miguel. Half of his face is severely bleeding, dripping through his suit. His neck bruised and bleeding, trickling onto the floor. He props himself up on the doorway as you rush over, worried. "Miguel!" You put your arm through his and walked him over to your bed. He's breathing heavily, and hasn't said a word yet. "Here, let me get you something to clean you up." You said, almost tripping over your words. You grabbed a first aid kit and rushed back to the bedroom.

He was.. crying? You'd never seen him cry like this before. How odd. You walked toward him and started to rub off some blood with gauzes. "Babe, what happened at work today..? Your beat up a lot more than usual." Miguel sighed for a moment* "This big public menace made his way over while I was mid-fight with someone else. It was a 2v1. And i almost got hurt even more than i am now." You finished cleaning up his blood and some of the skin on his neck was still raw, and painful to the touch. You sighed. Miguel flopped down on your bed, his suit seeming to glow under the light.

"But on the bright side, I didn't lose a limb now did I?" Miguel said after he sat up again. He smiled, showing his fangs. You always loved that about him, his smile. It seemed magical. He stopped smiling and looked to his left. Miguel furrowed his brow. He scratched his head with one of his claws* "Y/N, am I a freak to you? A monster? A savage beast in need of tame?" He looked at you anticipatingly.

"Miguel, my dear." You held his chin up and looked into his blood red eyes. He was blushing heavily. Your 𝑎𝑟𝑡 in his eyes. "You are not a freak, my love. If you were, you'd be 𝒎𝒚 freak." You gave him a small kiss on the cheek and began to walk out of the room. "goodnight my love, see you in the morning my little pet." he acted like he hated being called that, but he knew you were a dominate over him. He secretly loved being called your pet, but was too embarrassed to admit it to you.

guys start commenting what the 6th part should be like quit fucking lurking around damn it-  I need ideas. No comments, no part 6. There, I said it you lovesick dogs