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I'VE BEEN LAUGHING AT THIS FOR THE PAST 10 MINUTES LMAO

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.

“Of course I have”

“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-”

Click.

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”

Click.

“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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You made a point, when you got promoted to executive, to absolutely stay away from Dazai. He brought you the worst luck possible when it came to things like this, and trust me, he knew he did. He prided himself with the fact that he could get to you so easily. And you absolutely despised him for it. It didnt help that the teasing worsened after last year's Christmas party where you and him... got a little carried away. A lot carried away, actually. But since then, you've been good. You've been working hard and it shows with your promotion.

You knew though, however much harder you tried to avoid Dazai, he would just show up to annoy you more frequently than before. He'd show up anywhere, even while you were working just to spite you and annoy and make you realize he could find you at any moment, you didnt have the choice to get away from him.

You were in Mori's office, organizing files, writing down whatever was ordered for you to write, throwing away what you were told to. You were focused. You were concentrated. You didnt hear Dazai walking in or sneaking up behind you. The cameras in the room were disabled, since Mori didnt like anyone seeing what he did, keeping his shit private, so you had to be careful in this situation.

"Heeey~"

You closed your eyes, exhaling and turned around to glare at him. Only, he didn't let you. He placed his hands on your waist and held you exactly as you were. Facing him with your back.

Your breath stuttered. "Dazai-"

"What are you doing here? Working? Pfft. How responsible of you. Does Mori like it when you lick ass for him? It got you the promotion, so i bet he does." He teased, rudely, might i add, and you rolled your eyes, learning by now not to let Dazai's remarks get to you.

"Yes, im working. No, i dont know if he liked it, because it didn't happen. Maybe you could give me a visual of how to next time you do it, since you love Mori's ass so much."

He snickers behind you, still not letting you move. His hands reach forward and take the papers you were holding, tossing them aside, along with the rest of the papers on the table. So much for the work. You open your mouth to yell at him but before you can, hes pressing you down against the desk, your face smushed against the cold wood.

"Dazai, what the fuck is wrong with you?! Let go of me right now, im not doing this again with you-"

His hand lands a rough smack against your ass, making you gasp and cutting your words off effectively. He chuckles. "There. See how nice and quiet it is when you stop whining?"

Oh you are so done, you think to yourself. Before Dazai has time to get any more words out, you're twisting around and kicking him in the stomach, making him yelp, but not managing much after that. The moments after are a blur. All you remember is tossing and turning and fighting to push him off and get him away but in the end you end up now pressed to the ground, your face smushed against it and your ass up, while Dazai stands over you. You're slightly out of breath, but Dazai doesnt even seem to be breaking a sweat. Finally, you give up and just decide to take the bait.

"What is it you want?"

You ask, your voice breathy. Dazai hums behind you, his hand trailing a path along your spine. "You've been avoiding me. A lot, since you got the promotion."

"Since last year's party." You correct. He smirks behind you.

"Well, that is true, but lately, you're just so insistent on not seeing me. You wound me. Did what we have really not mean anything to you?"

"There was nothing, Dazai. What happened happened once, and that was it. It didnt mean anything."

He pouts but hums. "I think youre wrong. I think youve thought about me since that day so much that you cant even stand to look at me without getting your little cunt wet. And you think the only way to avoid those thoughts is to avoid me. Well, i think you should be punished for that. Dont you, sweetheart?"

"Fuck you. Get off of me right now."

You say, your breath quickening, panic starting to settle in your chest from fear of being caught and fear of this happening again.

"Mmm, i dont think so. I think im going to stay riiiiight here." He smirks, and then hes taking off your pants. Sliding them off and down your hips, while holding your hands behind your back. When your ass is out and you're left in only underwear, he pauses, admiring. He's absolutely lost it, you think. All you hear is silence, but then you hear the click of a gun. You freeze, your entire body tenses up, and you can hear the grin jn Dazai's voice as he drags the gun down your spine. "Whats wrong, sweetheart? Getting a little scared? I did say I would punish you, didnt i? And you know i never back down on my promises."

He drags the gun, down and down, until the tip of it reaches your ass. Then he roughly pulls them down, leaving you bare and open, having your shame broadcasted for his hungry eyes. He drags the tip of it up and down your slit smirking when you squirm.

"Youre so wet, sweetheart. Is this how you were planning on proving you hate me?" He drags the gun between your folds. You whine, burying your burning face, hiding in shame.

When he's had his fun teasing you, he tosses the gun aside and you hear him start to underss.

"Dazai...-" You try to protest one last time, trying your luck.

"Shhh, sweetheart. No need to keep fighting me. We both know how badly you want this."

You curse under your breath when you feel his hard on probing at your slit. "F-Fuck.." your voice trembles as you speak.

He snickers, groaning as he enters you. When hes fully bottomed out, he stops, taking a second to appreciate the sight and feeling of this moment. You, on all fours, your face on the floor and your ass up with his cock deep inside your warmth.

It takes a lot of wiggling from you to get him to start moving. And once he does, oh babe, you count all the stars.

He starts off soft, deceiving, because of course he does. He plays gentle for a few minutes but just when youre about to melt his pace picks up immaculately, quickly, unexpectedly.

Your eyes roll back and a moan escapes you before you can stop it.

He leans down, reaching forward and rolling your nipples between his fingers, feeling himself reach deep inside you.

"Yeah, you like this? You little whore. Fucking me in your boss' office when you know its not allowed. Bet you get off on it way more than you let on. Fuuck, you feel so good baby. So fucking good."

He fucks you through and through, until all you're left as is a babbling mess. You cant think, you cant form sentences, hes dumbed you down to your most incompetent level. Your mouth is open and you feel yourself start to drool, but you dont do anything to stop it, all you do is relish in the orgasm you feel building in your tummy.

"Mm- 'm gna cum-" you moan out, but a sharp smack on your ass has you gasping.

"Shh, not yet sweetheart. Hold it for me. Dont you want to cum at the same time?"

You nod, barely coherent, barely knowing whats happening to you. All you know is Dazai's hips smacking against yours and making you lose all your coherent thoughts.

Soon after though, he pinches and leans down, whispering in your ear.

"Cum for me, sweetie."

And you do, you feel yourself release everything everywhere, and your orgasm triggers his own. You gasp and moan, thrashing and shaking as you ride out the rest of your orgasm. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade before biting.

"Not done with you yet, honey.."

Rain