How Does Yandere. Husband Reo React To Reader Giving Birth Without Him Knowing?

How does yandere. Husband reo react to reader giving birth without him knowing?

I PROMISE, I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU

YANDERE! MIKAGE REO X CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── yandere themes, threats, implied kidnapping and forced pregnancy, forced marriage.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ missing out his child's birth is not something reo anticipated but he promised he'll make it the next time you're giving birth to his next child again.

reo was beyond livid. they can see it as he passed through the hallways of the hospital he just bought for you when you're about to gave birth to his child and yet, he missed it. not even knowing you were struggling on your own giving life to his child. he should be by your side. comforting you, holding your hand while he's beside you.

hell was raised when reo was informed you just gave birth a few hours ago by his assistant. cursing every man who dared talked to him. of all to miss, the birth of his child and reo couldn't forgive himself. you must be so scared, in pain of not seeing him while surrounded by the medical staff assisting you throughout the birth and he felt so heartless in comparison. stuck in a boring meeting with staff to bore him out of his mind. he couldn't careless about them with you in mind. his wife a few days away from having his child.

they were specifically ordered to tell him first when you're showing signs or any related emergencies in your condition and he's the last one to know. how dare they to inform him last! how dare of them to defy his orders when he owns them.

pure rage seething in his system while he walked. doctors and nurses alike didn't dare to meet his gaze, burning in anger and they only bowed in curtsy.

opening the door of your private room, all the anger and frustration vanished the moment he set his eyes on you. his wife resting on the bed and you perked up seeing him. sitting besides you and you were immediately bombarded with apologies.

"i'm sorry for missing our child's birth, these incompetent fools didn't inform me, are you fine? in pain? where the hell are they? they are supposed to take care of you! i'm going to k—"

there's a soft grunt, followed by a coo. you look at your baby cradled in your arms. he's the spitting image of your husband. a tuft of purple hair in his head and reo's features. the shape of his eyes, nose and lips, it's all of his. you couldn't bring yourself to hate this child, now it's born. so innocent and small in your arms and you wished he wouldn't grow like his father. who took you away and have his child. you just hoped, he wouldn't. looking at your husband who was fuming from anger earlier and now is calm like he didn't threaten to kill someone.

reo melts at the sight of his child. you have given him a child, a son, an heir. what could reo could expect from you? you were perfect for him. his wife who worked hard for growing his child. for being the perfect wife for him and reo is still frustrated from missing out. holding out his fingers to his baby, tiny fingers opening up to grasp at his father. reo caresses his baby's hand.

reo's attention is now on you, he can see the exhaustion in your body. he made you lay down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. whispering how sorry he was, how brave you are, all the sweet nothings he can say. you were used to it. it's a reminder you truly belongs to him. the next words sending shivers down your spine.

"i will make sure, i'm not missing out the birth of our next child."

｡‧˚ʚ°ɞ˚‧｡ ─── TO SHARE IS TO CARE

boyfriend yuuji who coaxes you in thinking that megumi is kind under that cold exterior of his, which he is, and he just wants megumi to meet people, well not exactly people but get closer to itadori's chubby gf.

under that cold/blunt nature of megumi. he's a huge perv. always thinking about how cute and soft you are. stares at you with nothing but the most filthiest thought anyone can think about you.

itadori may be an idiot and act like an idiot but he's no idiot when it comes to anyone who shows the slightest interest in his cute, chubby gf. itadori knows all too well the effect you can have on people despite your skittish behavior. a simple tug on his shirt, chewing your lips or whenever you need comfort from him in situations you're uncomfortable with. you're just too cute not to draw people attention to you and that includes megumi.

stoic megumi who can't help but be jealous to itadori for having a cutie like you. who dotes on him, gives the sweetest kisses before and after missions, who have you in his lap in every minute. it's almost annoying for him but it always starts in denial and like any other denials, megumi also wants that.

it doesn't take long before itadori noticed the stares megumi steals when you weren't looking. the abrupt change of his gaze when he caught him and the sudden redness of his cheeks. megumi thinks he's discreet but he's not so subtle in hiding this from him and with the little interest megumi had on you, compiled all the common sense he have, megumi likes you and it doesn't bother him at all. confrontation is what he needed to confirm all of it.

and so here they are. itadori cradling your sleeping form. your chubby cheeks smooched in his chest, his hand on your plush waist and megumi sits a few meters apart. your little snooze can be heard in the room.

"fushiguro." he calls out to the boy in front of him and megumi's emerald eyes looks back at him. the tension is thick and megumi knows it would be something more, judging from how itadori's voice sound. the seriousness and megumi may know what will be the center of this.

"say fushiguro, do you like my girlfriend?"

there's a silence followed by a pin being dropped somewhere. he contemplates for a bit. he sees this an opportunity but what of his and itadori's companionship. ruined by his desire of something's not his let alone belonging to someone else. itadori asked, could he lie? the cat's out of the box now so need for denial. megumi's narrowed eyes looking directly at itadori any signs for sarcasm but it doesn't. itadori was serious at the question. megumi coughs, closing the book he was holding in before straightening his posture in the chair and without a beat, fushiguro drops the answer itadori was waiting for.

"what if i say, i do." he says with no hesitation. there's that anticipation of being swung by itadori's fist in a heartbeat but it never happened. itadori blinks then his lips curl in a smile before chuckling. his brows furrowing at itadori's reaction, that's it? aren't you supposed to be upset or jealous that someone is telling you openly about desiring your girlfriend.

"i am too, fushiguro. thanks for being honest." itadori mutters, admiring at your sleeping form.

that was days ago and itadori couldn't shake the thought of megumi openly admitting he likes you. he did asked the question and megumi have been his friend for a long time now and he's open of megumi going down of you, only if you wishes so.

there's much more things to worry about when you're moving your hips sensually against his bulge. the friction leaving him to sink his fingers deeper in the flesh of your hips. guiding you to the depths of pleasure you were trying to get out from him, in which he gladly do so. teeth almost clashing and spits exchanging until your lips are wet from it. gripping his hair, making him groan and the sweet, breathy moans coming from you.

"c-cumming yuu!" you moan, signalling your impending orgasm and he coos, sings you praises how you were doing so good for him. his teeth finding home in the crook of your neck. biting into the flesh and your hands finding it's way to the strands of his pale pink hair and with a scream. grinding roughly on his length, hips moving into circles and with the rutting of his hips, you came undone. soiling your panties damp with your essence and his followed suit. busting his nut inside and he groans, feeling the stickiness of it. you both stared at each other. catching your breaths from the dry high.

itadori kisses your nose, then to your cherubic cheeks. eliciting the most sweetest giggles coming from you and he doesn't waste in telling you about something, someone.

"what do you think of fushiguro?" he brought up and the name earning a frown from you. confusion and your brows crinkles at the question. "what about fushiguro?" you asked back at him. he draws patterns at the skin of your waist. averting his gaze at you whenever in deep thought.

a silly but a possible idea popped up in your mind. "do you have hots for megumi, yuuji?" making a disbelief expression in your face as a way to tease him and a horrified expression morphs into his face. sputtering a quick no and shaking his head. "it's not like that, actually talked about you." he confesses.

"me?" he nods then explains the whole situation to you. about megumi liking you and his want for you to be with him. "are you pimping me to your friend?" you asked confused at the absurdity of the whole ordeal. "no, it's not like that. i just want him to be happy."

"and do you think it's the best idea?" he nods, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. the idea scares you and it will be megumi out of all people. it's not like you hated the guy. you were just simply intimated at his nature but he's a good guy and yuuji and him openly discussing he desires you. you're yuuji's girlfriend and admitting he likes you in front of yuuji. he sure have guts. it made you unsure and how itadori agrees with this. your mind running in gears with the question is this totally fine? in which itadori says so.

"will it make you happy?" the sound of your voice gentle and his heart skips a beat. considerate of what he wants, such a doting girlfriend he have. "if it is, okay." you added and that's the confirmation he need before swooping you for a heated kiss. the night ending in a good note.

there's a nagging voice inside his head. the gulps of a invisible lump in his throat and did the air seems to be humid than it is? he's speechless. you were kneeling, hands in your lap while you look at him. you were presented to him like a gift.

is this for real? he thought itadori was just kidding when he presented the idea of sharing you with him and with your consent. he can barely wait to sink his teeth into yours.

"be good for us." itadori whispers, biting the shell of your ear before dipping for a kiss, peering at his classmate, disbelief painting in his face. "come on fushiguro." the pink-haired boy calls out to him. moving to the side and megumi hesitantly sinks into the mattress. facing the girl he desires for months.

biting your lips unconsciously and megumi instinctively caress your cheeks with his hands and so ever gently pressed a kiss to your lips. he waits for a reaction, you never pushed him and he moves his lips, nibbles your lower lip and you're already in a daze.

itadori smiles at your reaction. looking relax and you're already accepting megumi. he can't help but to cup your jaw and move it to the side to kiss you deeply. there's that whine and mewling. your spit connecting to his and megumi finds it hot. looking so adorable and needy for the both of them. pushing you down to the soft mattress and he sucks on the skin in your pulse point in which earned him a delectable moan from you.

his nimble fingers unbuttoning your top and did he find the sight so appetizing. your chest in display, stomach riddled with stretch marks. you're a temptation. he can't help but to lick his lips. discarding his shirt and throwing it to the other side of the room.

you peered at your boyfriend and he meet your gaze in which he smiled. telling how good you are and it make your heart flutters. holding his hands for what to come when the spiked-haired boy is already nipping on your soft skin.

itadori joins in. his tongue swirling all over the expanse of your body. he looks at fushiguro. "you're not the only one who can enjoy my baby, fushiguro." in which the latter grunted. focusing on the way your body reacts to his ministrations.

it's to good to be a dream and megumi swallows your moans while swirling his tongue inside your mouth. your eyes turning glossy and there's a cry. itadori making his way to your sopping cunt. in which he didn't let your boyfriend do as he pleases with his tongue. his fingers replacing and that your cries gets louder while he pumps his thick fingers inside you.

it starts to get competitive between the two. their greediness baring it's fangs and there's a silent clash between them who can bring you the most pleasure. megumi could get more what he bargained for but it doesn't mean he couldn't be greedy when you're presented in front of him. itadori who knows your body than you, agrees with him.

let's just hope you can take what they'll give to you.

omg I'm so sorry im the anon who requested crybaby!reader

I'm sorry I forgot to add the characters 😭

I'd like to see itadori and gojo with crybaby! reader ☺

again I'm sorry 😅

SSSH, DON'T CRY

ft. gojo satoru, itadori yuuji

content warnings ─── fluff, smut, dacryphilia, fellatio, teasing, rushed and shitty writing, short.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ they always unintentionally made you cry

ITADORI YUUJI

itadori is no stranger to your tears. droplets of water streaming down to your cheeks while you cry in the smallest things. be it in when a character dies in a movie or the simple things. he likes it. the tears are the proof of your vulnerability to him and it shows you trust him.

that's why he's wiping the tears streaming down your face while his cock stretches you. “-s big, so big...” you always whine out to him while your fists are curled in his shirt. legs spread to accommodate him better and bring you pleasure. it's always a wonder him you still looking so pretty for him while he's currently stretching you.

“doing so good for me, baby.” he moans, drool dripping and drops into your chest. he can feel your walls spasming around him and the more he bottoms out in you, more tears appears in your lashes and fuck, he did find it so endearing. he knows you're not in pain and it's how you respond to him while he sinks into you.

there's a sniffle, followed by a hiccup. “yuuji...” glossy eyes staring right back at him and be knows it when you call his name like that. syrupy sweet like honey dripping on toast. the pink-haired boy groans when he fully sheathed himself inside of you before his hips starts ramming inside you.

that earned him more tears and your nails digging in his arms. your stained cheeks and your tongue almost lolling out with your body jiggling at the impact of his thrusts. he could give you more than this and just be your pretty self with your tears.

he's not done with spoiling you.

GOJO SATORU

“you cryin'?”

it never gets old despite how many times he said it to you. he always says it when he can see the first tears gathering at the corners of your eyes when something frustrates you, when things doesn't get on your way or the simple things.

and he repeats it all over again.

struggling to take his full length inside your mouth. you try but he's too big but he's there to guide you. holding out your hair while you take his cock into your mouth.

“doing well, pretty girl.” cooing at you and you nod, the spit connecting to your lips and to his cock. red and angry. waiting to be warmed up but your mouth. taking him one more and you obediently bobs your head. engulfing his hardened dick and gojo curses out.

while his hand hold your head while he ruts himself to your mouth. groaning and the sight of your tears freely falling and streaming in your cheeks gets him going while you take him a like his own personal fleshlight.

and when he came, his hot, white cum coating the insides of your mouth. filling up you to the brim which you gladly swallowed, choking up a little bit and gojo praises you for being a good girl. wiping the tears in your cheeks.

you can cry all you want when he's rewarding your for being a good girl. he'll give you a reason to cry more.

Hello! Are you perhaps taking requests? If you don't, please ignore this. If you do, can you please make a kaiser x chubby reader? I noticed that there's no many fanfictions with him. I just finished all of them 😭

A DEITY'S CHOSEN ONE

MICHAEL KAISER X CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── god complex, markings

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ in which michael kaiser chose you.

many things michael kaiser is—but never the soft one. he commands everyone in his presence. makes the strongest crumble at their feet. people follow him, worship him even. that what makes michael kaiser is.

despite that, he never shielded himself let alone brace for falling for a woman like you and he convinces himself he is not. you were drawn to him like anybody else and it's his job to take care of you.

you were his chosen one.

he choose you as his. to serve at his feet. worship him and sing with his name with all your devotion. he's playing god and he's closer to being one. he deserves it and what makes it even sweeter, it was you who was doing it—and just like any other devotee he decided to reward you for being his.

“michael...” his name coming out from your lips like a nightingale. he stares at his reflection in the mirror, eyes darting to yours where his lovely woman is close to being bare. the strap of your top falling down in your shoulder. showing the soft expanse of your skin. chest and neck bare for his eyes to feast while his hand in your jaw to meet his gaze.

you were not his type. nonexistent collarbones and all, there should be bones or any signs of being an equal to him to exist. a perfection to be decided by him and you're nothing at all from the previous women he dated. with their perfect sculpted face structures, thigh gaps and flat stomach. skin that had never known the existence of stretch marks and scars. hadn't touch by flaws and while he gazes at your eyes with the color of the earth, it pulls him close. trying to understand what it's like to be flawed and michael kaiser is everything but not flawed.

presented to him with a round stomach that hands, riddled with stretch marks, thighs that touch and jiggle everytime you walk and a round face he's squishing right now. you were imperfect and michael hadn't seen anything like you but you were a good one. so decided what a god would to his favored one.

his lips trails to your cherubic cheeks then to your soft jaw and to your neck. soft lips into soft flesh and you were divine to begin with. the bountiful flesh that you hold, blessed with abundance for him to hold and to ravish to his heart's desire.

sucking the skin with fervor that it leaves you gasping and calling for his name. not daring to touch him, nor pull at his blonde hair with streaks of blue, the color of sky at the ends of it. holding out to his arm while he marks you as his.

“that's a good girl.” he whispers, praising you for being prepared at what he gives and you take it all. it boosts his ego so much that he'll fuck you without a second thought. pressed your face in the mirror, fingers tangled to your hair while he ruts deep inside you. filling you up with his seed that it'll bless you with life inside you.

you could feel him smile at your skin. heat pooling at the pit of your stomach while your arousal soaked through your panties. you know he could feel it. your body trembles at the things he can do to you.

so needy. he can get to it later. succumbing to your earthly desires but there's one thing he should do mark you as his for everyone to see that you truly belonged to him.

teeth sinks to the flesh of your neck where your pulse beats and a breathless whine following from you. a harsh suck and a bite. a bruise blooming in where he marked you. that's a sight to behold.

his rose-tattooed arm moves to squeeze the supple flesh in your chest and then to your stomach until it reaches to your aching heat. cupping it with his large hand and there's a low growl in his throat followed by a chuckle at your reaction. breath turning shallow at his hand holding your heat. it was clear as the day. the rose in the back of his palm in your center and you know what's going to happen next and you spread your thighs wider to accommodate him.

what a good thing you are. he praises you in his mind. fit to serve him for the rest of his days.

you really are his chosen one.

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"sa—."

"satoru."

his name came in completely from your mouth. the hesitation dying out when you've seen him alive and well. the tears wells up in the corner of your eyes but you kept them at bay. not wanting to show the others your vulnerability and how much you've missed him.

there's a flash of relief then that annoying smirk of him before grabbing you away from the crowd who was anticipating him. they were not that ecstatic to see gojo back. more like watching someone pop out then only to find out what they expect which is true. gojo satoru is alive and coming back stronger more than ever.

he holds you in his arms. hugs you like you were the first breath in spring. his palm behind your head and his face buried in the crook of your neck then the tears came falling down.

he cups your cheeks, seeing your misty eyes and your lips quivering and looking back at those ocean eyes of his. the tears came pouring heavier than ever, blurring your vision.

"i thought i had lost you." his gaze softening at your words. "i'm here." he whispers, part of him glad that you're alive and well and the other is the anger and frustration from being tricked.

you're alive. he chants in his mind. breathing in your scent. hands wandering all over to the expanse of your soft body. he just needed proof he wasn't dreaming. the blues in his eyes dancing while looking at you.

he missed you so much, so much that he can't breath. what would happen to him if you weren't around. you're his pillar. his strength through the bad and the good times. that he can get through anything despite being the strongest. he needs you so much. loves you so much that even words nor his feelings could express his love for you.

pressing his lips into yours and warmth spreads all over to his body. a sweet kiss with longing for you. desperation behind those lips of his and when he looks at you.

you're the calm in his storm.

his everything and the world be damned if you weren't by his side.