MHA M!Yandere x Reader Oneshots

Unless I Say So Pt. 2 💙🍋

Dabi x Reader
(3rd POV)
@Buleysky — I gotchu pookie 🫸🤩🫷
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It wasn't fun anymore. Imagining that everything was going to be okay wasn't ideal, either. She held the sheets close to her bare body, eyeing the man who stole her life away hours prior. Her eyes narrowed seeing the faint lipstick stains, too. Y/N never wore makeup; Dabi never allowed her to do so.

His phone screen was cracked from one corner to the next, but she didn't hesitate to swipe it from the nightstand on which it charged from. Obviously, it wasn't difficult to figure out the password.

Y/N's birthdate.

The pleasure from not long ago had completely faded. So many text messages pertaining to hookups, all of which didn't involve her. Y/N felt herself hold the sheets tighter around her body, becoming increasingly angrier by the second.

"So, I'm just a little doll to keep you company during the night?" Y/N whispered to herself. She scrolled through a few more text messages, before frowning. Then, she moved onto his photo gallery. Surprisingly, she didn't find a single inappropriate photo there. Okay, strange. So, she scrolled up. Her mouth dropped open seeing pictures from well over a year ago. She was the subject of most of them, and all of the pictures were taken from suspicious angles.

"Creep..."

The woman found herself remembering the circumstances of this relationship. In fairness, she never had a choice. It was either be his, or join the corpse pile.

Why couldn't he be sweeter? What did he have to prove to the outside world? There was no need for his cockiness or smart mouth; it was all just a curtain he had put up. Why couldn't Dabi remain faithful to Y/N alone? He said he loved her, so why didn't he show proof of that? Love wasn't confining your partner to an apartment. Truthfully, Y/N wasn't even sure herself what love meant.

She searched through his phone for a few more hours, scowling when the sun rose. Y/N wanted, needed, more time to look and see.

"What's got you all riled up?"

Y/N frowned when she felt Dabi caress her exposed back, and shivered when it curled around her waist. The sheet protecting her fell, letting Dabi see what led him to his obsession in the first place.

"Dabi..." A swipe of his tongue along her neck went ignored, even the fingers that tapped against her inner thigh. "Who are these bitches in your phone?" His breath hitched, and his eyes fully opened.

He then took noticed of his phone in her hand, screen displaying an old chat that occurred many months ago. Dabi didn't even remember the name of that woman, but could tell that what he said wasn't innocent. In a brief moment of panic, Dabi took the phone back from Y/N. He quickly turned it off, and set it on the nightstand.

"They were from a long time ago, baby. It's just us—"

"—Shut up, I don't want to hear it. Get off of me."

Dabi's mouth fell open seeing her rip the sheets apart, and then abruptly leave the bed. Y/N threw her closet open, putting on the first pair of clothes she saw. She turned back to Dabi, eyes throwing daggers into his direction.

"Open the door, or I swear to God you'll regret it, Dabi."

He needed time to think. Y/N had never lashed out at him before; she usually wallowed at his feet like a lost puppy. Well, maybe it was good to have a turn of events.