Miguel O'Hara x Reader Oneshots

A Helping Hand (reupload)

(re-upload of an old one after it got lost to the ether after so many reports)

(this is a fan fic and it anyone is acting like this in your actual life it's very very toxic and abusive)

You didn't like when he was angry, he was scary.

"All he had to do was listen! Why didn't he listen?" He growled as you watched the muscles in his back tense.

"Miguel... It's okay, he's not some big villain he's just a kid and we can sort this out." You said as he turned to glare at you.. You'd fucked up now.
You backed away as he stalked towards you.
He backed you against the wall and reached up to wrap his hand around your throat.

"Well, darling. Why don't you just give me your lovely ideas?" He growled in your ear as you closed your eyes.

"I just want to help..." You whispered as you opened your eyes and looked at him.

"Maybe we can just talk to him, I understand where he's coming from." You whispered before he threw you onto the floor.

"Shut up! You're not even apart of this society, you're just my fucking pet that is it! And you don't get to weigh in on any of this! Is that understood!?" He screamed at you as you felt tears in your eyes.
You nodded and tried your best to not cry in front of him.

"I'm sorry... I just wanted to help." You whispered as he looked down at you.

"Go home, I'll see you later, Y/N." He growled as you quickly got off the floor and nodded.

"Okay..."

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You laid on the couch watching a kids TV show as you clutched a teddy to your chest, you felt vulnerable after what Miguel had said.
He must've just been angry, and overwhelmed, maybe if you made him dinner he would forgive you.
You got up and started making his favourite dish while listening to music.
After an hour you heard the door open and dinner was almost ready. You ran out to see Miguel and smiled.

"I made your favourite!" You shouted excitedly as he smiled tiredly.

"Come here, baby." He said as you rushed forward and hugged him tightly.

"Oh, sweetheart. I'm so sorry for snapping at you today." He whispered as he kissed along your neck.

"It's okay, I'm sorry I upset you." You whispered as his hand ran up your body.

"I need you, baby." He whispered as you thought for a moment.

"Can we have dinner first?" You asked as he pulled away and sighed.

"It's almost ready..." You muttered, afraid you'd upset him again.

"Fine." He muttered going past you to go and get undressed.
You went back and began plating up, you set the table before you both sat down.

"Can we watch a movie after dinner?" You asked as he looked at you.

"After we have sex, yes." He said casually as you looked away.

"I thought maybe we could skip that tonight..." You muttered, you knew he would be glaring at you.

"So, let me get this straight. You make a fool of yourself at my work, think you know better than me and now your denying me the one thing that would fix this?" He questioned as you felt tears in your eyes.

"I said I was sorry... I just don't feel like having sex." You muttered as he stood up.

"Fine, I'll see you later then." He grumbled, grabbing his jacket and shoes.