MHA M!Yandere x Reader Oneshots

His Marionette 💜

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader
(AU, no quirks)
OH SHIT I JUST REALIZED I HAD A LEMON IN THE TITLE, SO SORRY— THATS FOR PART 2 OF THIS I SWEAR
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Drip, drip, drip. The sound never stopped. You had tried to cover your ears, tried blocking out the horrendous sound, but nothing worked. Their bodies were strung upside down, and the wounds they possessed before their death constantly leaked blood. It would drop to the ground, replaying the same sound over and over again.

You were strung to the ceiling yourself, albeit not upside down like the corpses. Your arms were stretched high above your head, and you winced with any movement. How long had it been? Seven hours, maybe? No, it must have been two days at this point. You had seen sunlight stream in twice now, so it must have been more than just a few hours. In this little cabin, there were no secrets.

With a groan, you accidentally shifted your torso. You cried out as the strings tightened around your arms, their threads fraying towards the midpoint. Then, the strings started to twist.

The strings gradually twisted, and therefore snapped. Your body fell to the ground, too exhausted to pick itself back up. Dance, smile, then repeat. A constant rhythm of being the perfect marionette. Death was a blessing when you were by his side. Just a little sunlight would be enough to make a difference.

During the day, Tomura would haunt the streets of Tokyo. Bodies were left sliced in alleyways, their awful stench of rot inserting fear into the citizens. On that day, you had followed the smell, finding yourself in an alleyway beside a restaurant. Three bodies, two men and one woman, laid side by side near the dumpster. The woman was missing all of her fingers. You turned away, and dialed 110. Your heart thumped erratically. Though, when you turned back around, the handle of a knife was thrust against your temple.

Then, you woke up here. Tomura would giggle to himself hearing you sob during nightmares. Though, he had his soft moments. You became sick when he'd tried hugging you from behind, kissing the shell of your ear. When you refused to speak, he couldn't help himself. After four months of living in a rot infested cabin, he changed up the game. That was when you became his marionette.

Your head lifted from off of the floor, and you groaned seeing no more sunlight flood through the windows. It was nightfall. Tomura might come back at any moment. He never showed up during the day, presumably living a double life somewhere else. At night, after his killing sprees, he'd hold you in his arms and whisper the very cause of your nightmares.

"I thought I told you to stay put? Oh, wait..."

Automatically, your body tensed. His voice was raspy, as if he hadn't drank water in some time. You could his fingers brushing against your cheek, and then slid down to your wrists.

"You missed me, didn't you? Is that why you were so desperate to break free?"

You shook your head no, and tried inching away from his touch. Tomura grabbed your hands, pulling your body further up the floor. He massaged the welts that ate away at your skin, cooing at the little droplets of blood.

"Pretty, shiny, warm blood...I can't say the same for the others, though." Tomura tilted his head towards the hanging bodies, scrunching his nose at the sickly blood that coated the floor. Yours was different. He liked to imagine painting the walls with it, although the amount would probably kill you. "Y/N...will you behave if I take the time to clean this mess up?"