MHA M!Yandere x Reader Oneshots

Neon Lights Pt. 2 🧡🍋

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Okay...I know you silly gooses liked the first part so here we go 😙
(TW: 🥵🥵🥵)
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It was dark, cold, and every few seconds you could hear a drop of water hit the stone floor. Your arms were tied up, stretching your muscles upwards. They ached terribly, and you must have been in this position for quite some time.

Your armor was gone, and you were left in the same underclothes from that night. The memories of it came flooding back, making you both cringe and clench your legs together.

This was so humiliating. A former Hunter, who fucked the very creature you'd sworn to slaughter. Your ancestors were probably shaking their heads in disappointment.

A table was set up on each side of where you stood, with various torture materials laid neatly in a row. The tables both had drawers, which probably had even more terrifying objects. Only a singular lightbulb illuminated the room, which occasionally flickered out and left you in darkness.

You flinched hearing pained cries come from the other side of the wall. The person sounded like a woman, but you weren't sure. They had been screaming for a few minutes now, with each one being more strained.

They eventually became quiet, meeting their horrible fate that you couldn't see. The cell door leading into your room wasn't locked properly, and would swing back and forth. A new idea sprouted into your head.

Now, you weren't the most flexible, but you probably pulled a muscle trying to grab onto the scalpel with your toes. Bringing your foot up close to your chained hands, tears sprung to your eyes from the unfamiliar strain. You gasped when you finally were able to grab it, but now came the hard part.

The chains holding your hands together were metal, and couldn't be cut through. You had two options: Await your fate in silence, or cut the skin on your wrists.

When the blood started to pour, the warm sticky feeling made you queasy. Your plan started to work when your hands could slip back and forth, and were so close to escaping the chains.

With a relieved cry, you slumped to the floor and cradled your sliced wrists to your chest. The pulsating pain was gone, but now there was a stinging sensation that followed it. You dragged yourself to your feet, and wiggled the cell door.

It budged easily, presumably because of all the rust that coated the bars. You were now in a long hallway, which seemed to stretch on forever. There other identical cell doors next to yours, but you heard no other cries or noises.

"Come on...what would a Hunter do?"

The scalpel was still in your grip, but it was quickly becoming numb. You could feel your hold slipping, but would switch each hand from time to time. Making your way down the hallway, a doorway led you up a spiraled stone staircase. People laughed from above, making you shrink against the wall.

You were so close to the top, and the voices became louder. Opening the door the slightest bit, you could see a long table filled with dozens of people. They all laughed with each other, drinking from their goblets. You held a hand to your mouth seeing the different limbs scattered across the table. Their skin was pale, as if someone had sucked the life out of them.

Oh.

"What are you doing, extra?"

The door was slammed back shut, and you were pinned against it. His hand was clamped against your mouth, and his body pushed up against yours.