Miguel O'Hara x Reader Oneshots

Soft Yandere - Give In

Your feet were sore as you ran down the streets. Your mind going a million miles an hour as you ran. Miguel would easily find you, but you felt pathetic if you just gave up and let yourself become Miguel's little pet.

You panted and leant against a wall, the rain pouring down on you exhausted body. You looked up at the sky, your chest heaving trying to catch your breath.

'Do you just like making me chase you, baby?' you heard his voice says as you gasped and look to see him coming closer, 'is it the adrenalin that you like? Or are you really trying to deny me?'

You backed away even more, catching his wicked smile in the darkness of the alleyway.

'Why would you think I would just stay and let you...use me?' you asked. He walked closer, laughing softly.

'Because you crave it, babygirl,' he stepped closer, 'you can deny it all you want but I know more that anyone what goes through your twisted little mind.'

You backed against the wall as he came closer. He stood in front of you and gently placed his hand on your hip.

'I know the disturbing little thoughts that go through your head,' he whispered gripping your hips to pull you closer to him.

'That doesn't give you the right to control me,' you whispered. He smiled and rubbed your hip gently.

'Tell me why you ran, baby doll. Because I know it wasn't to get away from me,' he said, looking at you. He looked calm but there was a dangerous possessiveness behind his eyes.

'Because I shouldn't just give up and let you fucking control me!'

He moved quickly, gripping your throat and pinning you to the wall as he leant in.

'I don't like when you swear and yell at me, darling. You know better then to disrespect me like that, so try again,' he growled. His hands squeezing the sides of your neck. Not enough to cut off air but enough to remind you he could snap you at any moment.

'I feel pathetic if I just give in to you, I should fight,' you whispered. He looked at you, his other hand reaching up to brush your hair out of your face.

'You can fight all you like, my darling. But, I'll always win, always. So, keep running and I'll keep chasing. Keep disobeying and I will keep bending you over my damn knee and humiliating you and reminding you where you fucking belong,' he said. His voice was low and threatening and you hated that it turned you on a little. He leaned in, pressing a gentle to kiss to your neck,' so, are you going to be a good girl and let me take you home and take care of you. Or go you want to keep running and see just how far I can go to hurt you?'

The way he was touching you was soft, like he was touching a porcelain doll. But, you knew how fast he could change.

'I'll come home,' you whispered. He smiled and nodded, letting go of your neck.

'Good, come on, sweetheart. We can go home, I'll make your favourite and you just let me take care of you,' he said pressing a soft kiss to your lips before holding your hand and pulling you along gently. You stuck close to him, squeezing his hand. You knew it was a type of manipulation that he liked to use, but right now you just wanted to curl up against him.

Once you got back to his apartment he kissed the top of your head.

'Go shower and I'll get some dinner ready, okay?' he said. You nodded and left to go the bathroom, thankful to be back in his familar apartment.

After showering you came out to see Miguel plating up your favourite pasta. He pulled out a chair for you and kissed the top of your head. You were nervous you knew he often punished you if you tried somehting like this. But, now he was being soft and kind, you were nervous.

'Eat up, baby,' he said before sitting across from you and smiling. You start to eat, trying to ignore how nervous you were.

'Miguel...?'

'Yes, my love?'

'Are you going to punish me?' you asked. He paused and looked at you.

'In a way, but I won't hurt you. I just want you to see how much you need me,' he said. You looked at him in confusion.

'Did you enjoy your pasta?' he asked looking at your empty plate. You paused for a moment and nodded.

'Yes...'

'Youlk start feeling a bit tired, but you don't need to be afraid, baby doll. I just want to show you how much you need me,' he said. You paled and stared at him in shock.

'What did you put in here?' you asked. He chuckled and stood up, standing behind you and gently played with your hair.

'Just a sedative, just enough to keep you tired and weak for me,' he said. You quickly ran to the kitchen sink and tried to make yourself throw up. Miguel came over and grabbed your wrists, easily turning you around and pinning you to the counter.

'Shh, you don't need to be scared. You'll just be nice and tired and I can take care of you, that way you'll see how much you need me,' he whispered. You looked at him in fear as he gently kissed your cheek.

'Relax, Y/N. It's just a sedative, you'll just feel a bit sleepy but I'll be right here to take care of you, okay?' he said. You nodded a little as he smiled and let go of you.

'Good. Go sit down on the couch and choose something to watch, get some and comfy while I clean up,' he said kissing the side of your head. You did what you were told and sat on the couch, going through what to watch. You decided on something random know Miguel would change it to what he wanted anyway. You yawned and laid down, you didn't know if you were tired from running or the sedative.

Time seemed to slow down, you felt sluggish as Miguel sat down and pulled you to straddle his legs and sit in his lap. You nuzzled into him, seeking his comfort and warmth as he rubbed your back gently.

'Are you starting to feel tired, baby?' he asked. You nodded a little and rested against him.

'That's okay, darling. Just rest against me, I'll take care of you,' he said. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head and played with your hair, 'go to sleep, baby.'