Miguel O'Hara x Reader Oneshots

Porcelain Doll

(TW ABUSE)

You didn't know what he liked more. The sound of his belt on your skin or the sound of your crying when the leather belt would strike over other wounds.

Either way you knew he was addicted to it.

He panted softly as he watched you tremble and cry in pain. You were on your knees in front of him, completely bare. You had stepped out of line recently and he wanted to remind you exactly what happened when you misbehaved.

'My good girl, doing so well for me,' he said. He knelt and lifted your chin up to see your pain filled face.

'My beautiful girl, you look like a priceless painting like this. Completely broken and terrified, it's so beautiful,' he whispered. He gently wiped away some of your tears and kissed your forehead.

'Alright, head back down. I'm not done with you just yet, darling,' he said. He smirked when he heard your trembling cry, knowing he wasn't anywhere near the end of your punishment.

It continued on and on until you couldn't even kneel. You were on the floor trembling as you sobbed. He knelt and ran his hand through your hair as he looked at your bloodied back.

'Good girl, look at you. You look so perfect like this, sobbing and begging for me,' he said. He picked you up as you cried out in pain.

'Shh, my darling. It's okay, I'll patch you up,' he whispered pressing a kiss to your forehead.

He gently laid you on his bed, on your stomach and gently covered your legs with a blanket.

'Just stay still and I'll help you, sweetheart,' he said. His voice and actions were so soft, like he wasn't the one who had just beaten you half to death.

You closed your eyes as he began to carefully clean your wounds. You weren't addicted to pain like he was...but, you were addicted to the way he treated you after. Always so kind and gentle with you no matter what, treating you like you were a porcelain doll. A porcelain doll he had shattered just to act like the hero and put you back together.

His gentle hands wiped away the blood while he gently played with your hair.

'I love you so much, Y/N. You have no idea how much I love you, I know you don't understand why I hurt you. But, I love you, okay?' he said looking at your face.

'Say you love me, baby. Please,' he whispered kissing your forehead softly.

'I love you,' you whispered. He smiled and brushed your hair away from your face.

'Good... Good girl, you just rest now,' he whispered before continuing to tend to your back.

Once he was done he cautiously climbed in the bed beside you. Making sure to not hurt your back. He laid next to you and gently played with your hair.

'Go to sleep, baby.'