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[amomichivo]

hi!! just posted a jaime/fem!reader fic on my ao3 if anyone would be interested in reading it <3 it's smutty and has a subbish jaime if that's what you're into.

(here is the link if you're interested)

[amomichivo]

as much as I'm a sucker for gentle yandere or one's who don't outright abuse you, as kind of an inherently darker idea... yandere Miguel who wants that little baby girl and won't stop until he gets her

"Just one more time. Please, let's just try one more time"

"Miguel, PLEASE, we already have four sons, I don't want to go through another pregnancy"

yandere Miguel who deeply loves you and all your beautiful little babies, of course, obviously, but by god does he want, no, NEED a baby girl to help heal his trauma and if the man has you go through 5 pregnancies to get one, he will. Your little girl is born and the man is straight weeping as she curls her tiny hand around one of his thick fingers, already the center of her papa's entire world, and meanwhile you're just laying there, relieved, exhausted, and praying to whatever God is out there that he won't want to give her a sister, but he has to admit, he'll miss seeing you with a cute little tummy and needing his help all the time while you've got a little one you two made together on the way. Maybe he... maybe he told a little white lie, ok? Just one more baby. He PROMISES, just one more baby...

[amomichivo]

i’m sorry like i havent even watched the movie yet (waiting for it to come to disney plus) and he probably already canonically does this

b-but miguel, yandere or not, definitely uses the multiverse as his own form of wish fulfillment. like next level fanfiction.

why write or read em when you can watch em live?

definitely jacks off to you fucking other miguels like it’s just another normal ass monday.

the only difference between yan mig and non yan is that yan mig would get in those universes to fuck every version of yourself there is rather than just watch. jealousy just consumes him whether or not it’s him you’re with.

it’s just not fair that they got to keep you and have you a mess underneath like that and he doesn’t. all rationality leaves him as soon as the thought of your insides milking his cock enters his mind. whether you’re a man, woman, something in between or hell even an alien blob.

miguel fucks.

[amomichivo]

here is a little yan miguel drabble because i cannot formulate anything more than 500 words

tw stalking, implied kidnapping

Miguel is shy. Not to say he’s not an asshole, but when you first meet him, you find his mumbling and standoffish behavior endearing and you write it off as shy. 

He’s not the one to approach you, but you see him sending glances your way. He shifts in his seat across the bar, nursing his drink. His eyes always return to you. The most he’ll do is buy a drink for you, but he doesn’t say anything. The ball is in your court. 

Well, that’s what he wants you to think.

You’re going to be his either way. Miguel is obsessive, and this is far from the first time he’s seen you. Maybe he’s seen you at this bar before, or you met elsewhere, or even learned about your significance in his life through his multiversal travels. Either way, he’s decided; you’re his. 

In all honesty, he is shy. He doesn’t know how to approach you naturally. He’s all about control, and you’re such a loose cannon that he doesn’t want to do anything wrong.

While you might think this is a chance encounter, it’s all simulated by him; you were forced into this position by him, like a puppet. But you don’t know it. Ignorance is bliss.

So you go talk to him. He is overwhelmed by your presence; your eyes, your voice, your scent. He thought he could handle it, but he’s getting hard in his pants just being this close to you while you’re awake and looking at him. So he’s a bit flustered, and you write it off, thinking it’s cute. 

But once you enter that relationship with him, cross that line, it’s like he becomes a completely different person. 

That bashful, blushing Miguel you “met” at the bar, has become this jealous, controlling man who is unrecognizable. Or maybe you knew it was always there. 

If you go anywhere without telling him, he’s blowing up your phone and demanding to know where you are. You address another man and he’s accusing you of cheating on him. You try to assure him, baby, no, I would never do that! And how do you know that I talked to him? You weren’t there…  But it’s never enough. 

And once you get sick of it, trying to break up with him, he snaps. He tells you he should have known better, that once he got his hands on you he should have locked you away so no one else could so much as look at you. 

Well, it looks like both of you made a mistake.

[amomichivo]

miguel’s the type to be into forced fingering and forced cunnilingus.. just imagine him pinning reader down feeling the shake of their legs and still having that deep need to do what he’s going to do to them. he truly does not think it’s wrong of him and definitely doesn’t think so when reader cums

yes!!! like... at least he's trying you gotta give him that <3

tw noncon/rape

it's not rape if you like it, and he's going to make sure you like it.

he lets you know that he could do whatever he wanted to you. he doesn't have to be nice and make you feel good. if he didn't care about you, he would just shove himself inside and fuck you dry while you cried and screamed and whined (which he wouldn't mind), but instead, he allows you to feel good. he makes you feel good with his fingers and his mouth, that's a lot more than some other people could say.

you might being saying no and begging him to stop, but your body always tells the truth.

[amomichivo]

Miguel the type to punch the wall when he mad, he that type of toxic Latino man 😭😭😭

NO FRRRR!!!!!! thank you for being my first ask you are so slay for that

tw for just... very toxic/abusive miguel (i'm tagging this as yandere miguel o'hara because i'm not sure how to reach the target audience while avoiding the main tags)

like... the way he would throw shit when he got mad... it's so <3

you come home late or smth and he's throwing your clothes out, breaking your valuables, and just generally destroying your apartment. then he's all up in your face, demanding to know where you've been, talons penetrating through your skin as he grips you tight, smelling you and quite literally inspecting you to make sure you weren't doing anything you weren't supposed to be doing.

if you call him out on it, he just goes and breaks even more things; shattering vases, splintering tables, and of course, punching walls. the only thing is that he like... doesn't get hurt by it so he does like five times.

at least he's not hitting you, right?

[amomichivo]

Belong

Yandere!Miguel O’hara x reader

synopsis: Miguel saved you from a collapsing universe, and he will do anything to make sure you stay.

word count: 664

warnings: DARK CONTENT!!! Miguel is extremely obsessive and a yandere. he gaslights and manipulates reader.

a/n: first time writing content like this, i hope it’s good

The space, or home as Miguel likes to call it, he keeps you in is nicer than you want. It’s too nice, so nice that if you told anyone you were unhappy they would probably laugh in your face. You have a beautiful “home” , a handsome husband, and a wonderful life with no worries. You’re living the dream. Yet, your life is anything but a dream. If you had realized what you were getting yourself into you would’ve stopped a long time ago.

Miguel was perfect when you first started dating. A gorgeous, kind, caring man with aspirations for greatness. He promised you a life of no worry and loved you unconditionally. You didn’t know that he was hiding something so terrible it could hurt your world as you knew it.

You try your best to forget what happened, Miguel does his best to force you to forget. As much as you try you can’t forget the image of your daughter and your home collapsing in front of you. On bad days, days were Miguel gets too angry you stay in bed thinking about your life before everything happened. You pretend like you still have your daughter, like you still have the old Miguel. Of course, he hates those days. He despises when you stay in bed, eyes staring at nothing. He hates it when your voice gets hoarse and your temper gets short with him. This is one of the days he hates.

“I’m trying to talk to you nicely. I want to talk things out and discuss this like civilized adults, mi vida. But you just don’t get it do you?”

“Don’t get it?! What is there to get?! You keep me trapped up here and i fucking hate it!” You scream at him.

“I’m doing this to protect you. The world is so dangerous and this is the only way to keep you safe. I do this because i love y-” he tries to say before you cut him off.

“Love me? You love me? This isn’t love, it’s an obsession! Don’t you get it?” You snap at him.

You’re breathing heavily as his eyes turn bloodshot red. His hands clench beside him as he turns around. You know that if he looked at you he would hurt you.

“Don’t say that. I do love you. More than you can understand. Don’t you see everything I do for you?” He slowly gets closer to you, backing you into a wall and you slide to the ground trying to hide yourself.

“I have only ever loved and cherished you. And yet, you treat me like this? I’ve made mistakes, we all have! Don't make me into the bad guy because I care about you,” he says. His voice is so calm yet so venomous.

“I just-” You try to say before his fist strikes against the wall behind you. You let out a shriek as you quickly cover your mouth with your hand.

“you just what? You just thought you could treat me like shit and get away with it?!” His voice becomes louder.

“I’m sorry, Miguel. I'm sorry. I didn’t mean it,” you try to say, your voice shaking out of fear.

He kneels down next to you, hand reaching for your face before you flinch away. In the next second he grabs at your jaw with a strong hand, pulling you closer to him like a doll.

“You’re sorry?” He raises a brow. You nod as a response.

“Tell me then,” he says calmly, you already know what he’s talking about.

“I love you, Miguel,” you say, eyes peering up to his.

“I love you most, mi vida,” he says, giving you a soft kiss to the lips.

Maybe he does love you, in his own sick and twisted way. You can only hope his love for you can protect you from him.