KNY M!Yandere x Reader Oneshots

Marechi 🩵🍋

Douma x Reader
(3rd POV)
(So...much...dialogue 🫣)
@love4cutecats  ❤️❤️
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"You should really consider joining us, Y/N! The Eternal Paradise is something you can only understand once you meet our leader!"

Y/N felt sickly. She didn't like how enthusiastic her friends were about this 'Eternal Paradise'. What did they mean by that? Was it in a literal sense, or did it pertain to something more? Who was the leader?

She couldn't protest as she was dragged along and made to enter an elaborate building. Once inside, Y/N noted how all of the windows were tightly nailed shut. The lamps in the hallways provided an eerie glow. Her heart started to hammer; she was afraid. What had she gotten warped into?

"Come, he's right this way! He's holding a meeting right now, and—!"

Their words went unheard. Y/N was guided to pass through sheer curtains, and then was met with several dozen other followers. Everyone had a smile on their face, staring up at the man who sat on the plush bed with drawn back curtains. His legs were crisscrossed, giving a relaxed expression.

Then, his nose twitched. His eyes left the crowd, instead scanning over to Y/N. He smiled, showing off his razor sharp teeth. She zeroed in on his rainbow colored eyes, sucking in a breath when she read the phrase etched in the pupils. Y/N panicked, wrenching her arm out of her friend's grip. They turned around, genuine confusion laced with their features.

Before they could utter a word, Y/N was splashed with red.

Her friends dropped to the floor, their heads rolling away like toy balls. Everyone else started to scream, and clawed at the windows. One by one, their limbs separated from their main bodies. The floor was covered in crimson, and made its way to Y/N's shoes. She felt the bile rising in her throat, the awful smell of iron making her gag.

Y/N's legs gave out, and she crashed to the floor. Again, her stomach turned at the warmth that seeped into her kimono. Her lower lip quivered, terrified of her fate. The one they called the leader arose from his spot, his crown swaying as he did so.

"Ah...it's been so long since I've met a Marechi!"

The moment his lips parted, Y/N bolted for the curtains that led her into the room. Her fingers graced the soft fabric, before being snatched away. She screamed as she was picked up like a sack of potatoes, and thrown onto the plush bed where the leader once sat.

"You mistake my excitement for mischievousness," her body was trapped underneath his, and Y/N started to cry. Her body trembled when his sharp nails came close to her eyes, only to wipe the tears away. His platinum blond hair fell around his face, further making the woman squirm. "Oh, I apologize. I'm Douma, and you are?"

She couldn't talk, and eyed the curtains leading out of the room. Douma followed her gaze, sighing with annoyance.

"You can't leave even if you wanted to; you would need my permission, Y/N."

When she heard her name come from his lips, she tried to bolt up from her spot. As if she had no strength, Y/N was pushed back down.

"Those girls in the corner..." without looking, Douma pointed his finger to the corpses that Y/N once called friends. "I heard them talking to you earlier. I'm guessing that is your name, correct?" She slowly nodded, and her heart was about to explode.