pairing: Yandere Husband!Dazai x wife!reader
Your husband has his own unique ways of making you prove your loyalty to him
tags: yandere ⋮⋮ toxic behaviour ⋮⋮ controlling behaviour ⋮⋮ russian roulette! ⋮⋮ use of fear ⋮⋮ married couple ⋮⋮ intimidation ⋮⋮ use of gun ⋮⋮ drabble ⋮⋮ mwah mwahhh to my dazai
a/n: am i considered crazy if i like this version of dazai? (╥ ᴗ ╥)
“Welcome home, baby” Dazai is ready at the door the instant you step inside, having heard your heartbeat a few moments before your palm wrapped around the doorhandle, even. His melodic voice carries from the seat he has positioned in the hallway just for him to sit on and wait for your safe return.
With one leg over the other, one arm crossed over his chest, the other propped on it. Resting his chin in his hand, he eyes you up and down.
“Hi, Zai” You turn to set the box in your hand down by the shoe rack, feeling your skin prick all over from his studying gaze.
“So, have you been a good little wife today?” He asks, the amusement in his tone evident. You stiffen, your movements slowing down for a beat before you turn back to face him, a smile plastered on your face.
“Sure about that?” He unfolds to his full height, towering over you as you pass by him. “What about the man you were giggling so happily with a few moments ago?” You didn’t think he heard you talking to the delivery man in the apartment complex – didn’t think he could spot your heartbeat from that distance
Slowly turning to look at him over your head, you narrow your eyes at him before letting out a huff of a breathless chuckle. “Dazai, that was the delivery man. I just thanked him.” You quickly make your way to the bedroom, avoiding any potential arguments he might want to raise.
Dazai, however, had other plans planned for you tonight.
Following after you, he closes the bedroom door behind him, leaning his back on it.
“I think its time we have a confessional, sweetheart”
Eating up the space between you with two long strides, he looks down at you once again, crowding you in with his height. “Hop on. I missed my loyal wife.” He nearly purrs.
You get on the bed, obeying silently while he reaches for the gun inthe bottom drawer of your bedside table.
Sitting with your back to the headboard, he looms over you, one hand on your head, gently stroking down your hair. One stroke after the other, his petting morphs into something rougher, until he has his fingers tangled up into your hair, tugging at it and forcing your head back.
“There. I like this angle better” He leans down once hes satisfied having your eyes on him, pressing his lips to your jaw – one soft and slow kiss branding you to him.
“Now, you know the rules of this game. Confess all the wrong things you’ve done today, and this game will be over” His tone lightens, as if reassuring. The bed dips lower where he sits opposite of you, the gun in his hand.
“Dazai, I haven’t done anythin-”
He lowers his gun, waving it casually around as he speaks. Your breath hitches, heart racing as you swallow the lump forming in your throat. “Pretty little liar, I can practically feel your heartbeat fluttering like a trapped hummingbird from over here. Spill it, baby”
“I told you I was just being polite to the delivery man. Want me to scowl at him next time?” Your tone has gotten more airy, more breathless and unsure despite you knowing you did nothing wrong. Nothing criminal like he’s making it out to be.
The gun kept spinning around his finger, the motion equally as hypnotizing as it is terrifying. Back and fourth. Spinning and spinning, over and over again, just as the room around you started to spin faster and faster.
“Dazai, please… can we stop now?”
He clicks his tongue, blinking slowly at you, that same degrading smile playing on his lips. “Not until you confess all of your sins for today” he spins the gun around his index finger, the movement so carefree and casual before he flicks its head towards you. “Go on. I want to hear you say it”
You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out, your lower lips quiver instead. “I-I… Dazai, please. I’m bored of this game, can you please stop this?” You try and coax, the inner corners of your eyebrows pinching inwards, biting down on your lip to stop it from trembling.
“Hmmmmmmmm.” He drags out, tilting his head slightly to the side, eyes trailing slowly down to your lips. “Wrong answer”
“What did I say about talking to others?” In an instant, hes lurching forward, pressing your back til it kisses the headboard. He points the gun between his fingers at your chest. Slowly, agonizingly slow, he trails the gun lower, over the dip between your breasts, stopping only an inch below it.
“Yes! yes! Im sorry! I smiled at the delivery man, and I shook the hand of my superior at work. I-I.. a man bumped into me. My shoulder brushed his. Please have it in you to forgive me” The ‘confessions’ spill from your parted lips, eyes squeezed shut, body taut like a bowstring as you profess your major sins for him to judge.
Seeming to be somewhat pleased with your honesty – proving your loyalty to him – he sucks in a breath. Leaning in closer, his lips graze your ears. “You’re lucky you’re cute”
Pulling away slowly with a sickeningly sweet smile softening his features, he carelessly tosses the gun onto the bedside table, his attention fully on you.
“Now, shall we eat, my beautiful wife?”
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