My Yandere Husband (yandere x reader)

Sober up

You look into his eye, your concern turning into nervousness. You instinctively took a step back. "I–I made food." You stammered. What's up with that look he's giving you?

He took a step forward. "I see that." His brown eyes narrowed.

You take another step back, shivering slightly. "It'll get cold."

He took another step forward. "I'll warm it up."

You gulped, bumping into the counter. "You should eat something." You urged.

He smirked, licking his lips. "I'll eat something alright."

Your face flushed at the thought. "That's filthy." You blurted, your face heating up. You laughed nervously, looking for any means of escape. You decided to make a break for it, but he caged you with his strong arms before you could even get out the door.

He looked down at you with no emotion. You couldn't tell what he was thinking and that scared you. What did he have planned?

He kissed your cheek, surprising you slightly. He gave you a goofy smile, kissing your other cheek. He then began to powder your face with them, sweet little kisses. At first you whined, but as he continued, your couldn't help but giggle.

It seemed like he stopped as soon as you started to enjoy yourself though. He seemed deep in thought for a moment. You could tell by his eyes what he truly wanted.

He then landed a tender kiss on your lips, loving how you kissed him back and how disappointed you looked when his lips left yours. He looked down at you, kissing your lips once more before he tailed down, kissing your chin and then your neck.

He knew instantly where you favorite spot was.

He also knew exactly what he was doing.

It was true that Edgar went out drinking earlier that day, but he was nowhere near drunk. If anything he was merely buzzed.

He wasn't even asleep when you came home. He was just thinking with his eyes closed and then he had the idea to just wait and see what you would do when he heard the front door open.

The way you felt for his temperature, they way you kissed him so sweetly on the cheek. It was almost too much for him–the fact that you loved and cared for him so deeply. He knew you weren't faking it, but it still surprised him that you were still so considerate when you thought no one was watching.

Then you left and the smell of food hit him. He couldn't help but wonder if you were making something for him.

And then he imagined you in a apron and nothing else.

He spent a moment in that fantasy, the thought riling him up. He sat up on the couch, taking off his shirt to surprise you a little. He loved making you blush.

He slowly walked to the kitchen, watching you work. The way you cooked was almost like a dance. You knew exactly where each seasoning was and where every tool you needed hid.

You didn't even use a measuring cup. You just tossed in whatever felt right. He almost got lost watching you cook, but then he remembered why he was watching in the first place.

He made his move when you turned off the stove.

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"Eddy..." You murmured, looking up at him shyly as he pushed against you. "You're drunk."

Edgar analyzed you facial expression. The one you were making was one of his favorites. It was like a mix between neediness and a pout. You were trying your best to be stern, you really were.

"I'll stop if you really want me to." He sighed, smiling sheepishly. He stepped away from you, slouching in defeat.

"Ah well–"You stopped yourself. You should give in. "Be strong, (y/n)." You murmured to yourself.

You watched your husband sigh. You noticed the disappointed look in his eyes. Truthfully, you wanted to enjoy whatever he had planned but you also knew that he was under the influence and you weren't that type of girl.

"Tomorrow." Was all you said. You walked over, passed your husband, to the cabinet full of your chinaware. "We can..." You gulped, grabbing two bowls. " we can do— well... do you want to... tomorrow...?"

You couldn't even ask. How cute, how innocent. Edgar knew you wouldn't be able to finish your sentence. He could tell by how you stood; looking down at your feet, your shoulders tensed. You would glance back at him every once in a while and every time you did, you lost your voice.

"Are you still scared of me, (y/n)?" He cooed, amused. He walked towards you, pushing his bare chest against your back. He set his head on top of yours, taking the bowls out of your hands before you could drop them and setting them on the counter top.

You shook your head, mumbling about something or other. Edgar spun you around, forcing you to look at him.

"Tomorrow is a bit far away isn't it?" He said. He felt you shiver. "So let's make a deal." Edgar said, placing his hand under your chin.

"I'll eat and sober up..." Edgar kissed you once again. It was slow and passionate, a truly loving kiss. He pulled back, absolutely ecstatic when he felt your grip on his shoulders tighten. "and then we can get to the good part, yeah?"

You bit your lip, your eyes glued to his. Those eyes of yours, your gaze so big and pure. He didn't understand how you could remain so uncorrupted when you lived with someone like him.

It just showed how strong you were, how impossible it was to change you and your virtues.

However...

"Tomorrow..." You said again. "I don't want to take advantage of you, Eddy."

Edgar froze, you slipping out of his grasp swiftly after. You were so good, almost too good.

He couldn't believe it.

He sighed, a small smile forming on his face and his cheeks turning pink in color. He chuckled a bit, still not over the shock of it all.

Such an angel you were.

I hope that was alright. I kinda just got the idea today so it's not as thought through...