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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."

TW: yandere, classism, degradation, possessiveness, obsessiveness, blackmail

gn reader - feminine clothing (jewelry: earrings, necklace)

Thinking about your rich boyfriend…

Rich boyfriend – who buys you clothes and jewelry every time you have a date, even when you tell him you feel bad receiving them all – that you have nowhere to wear such nice things – that a simple date is really more than enough. 

Rich boyfriend – who ignores you with a smile and shake of his head, asking you how you expect him to stop when you’re just the absolute cutest? Looking at him with those moon-big eyes, humble crinkle between your brows, and your lip tucked nervously between your teeth to keep from gawking. 

Rich boyfriend – who orders for you at all the restaurants he takes you to because he knows you’ve never been anywhere like it. Looking so adorably lost in your seat, flushed when staring at the menu written in a language you can’t read – knowing even if you could, you still wouldn't know what any of it meant. You’re so, so, so precious – eyes peeled like you’re a pet who’s just been allowed at the table for the first time.

Rich boyfriend – who plays four instruments, speaks five languages, went to an Ivy League institution, and will inherit his entire family’s business being the spoiled only child that he is.

Rich boyfriend – who just loves the messy household you grew up in – loves how you and your siblings interact with each other, looking like a bundle of pups all crammed in the same cage at a pet store – how your childhood bedroom is the size of his closet – filled with all sorts of trinkets you’ve kept growing up – stuff that would usually wind up in the trash at his house – polaroids of you as a teenager, past boyfriends in kissing booths, prom pictures, concert tickets, and old rusty friendship lockets. 

It’s all so… He scoffs. The word for it escapes him.

Suppose he doesn’t quite recognize the pricelessness of sentimental value as opposed to something actually sellable – but he finds it cute that you do. 

Though, it bothers him to some degree as well… that you would value an old pair of earrings gifted you by your grandmother instead of the actual antique diamond pair he’d procured for you. After all, one was a real historic piece worth a fortune a Russian duchess had snuck into England during the war, and the other was old junk made by a noname jeweler.

Rich boyfriend – who chokes on his spit when you sit him down and tell him you want to break up – who thinks he’s misheard – that you’re joking, playing some uncultured game he’s never been exposed to, some ill-taste past-time only poor people do to escape their bitter reality. 

But you’re not joking… 

You’re breaking up with him…You.. You… broke trash of worker-class scum… you’re breaking up with him?

You give him back all his gifts in a cardboard box – telling him you’re grateful but that you truly don’t have any use for such things – that you think your worlds are too different to coincide. 

Of course, you refrain from telling him you think he’s a classist snob. You have a feeling it would have gone completely over his head if you’d tried anyway, so there really was no point to it.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who’s never been told no in his entire life…

Rich ex-boyfriend – who buys your street and plans on scrapping it to make brand new mansions in a project he dubs “cleaning up the slums” – evicting and putting you and your entire family out of the home you’d spent your entire life growing up in.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who thinks you’re crawling back to him when you schedule an appointment at his office – who thinks you’re going to come in with bleary wet eyes and grovel like the lowly peasant you are – let him save you from poverty and homelessness, make you his charity case – his pretty diamond in the rough who’s never quite able to wash all the coal off.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who trashes that same office when you leave after having given him the address to the pawnshop you sold the one pearl necklace you’d kept as a token of your relationship – telling him he should feel free to go down there and get it back – that you’re using the money to buy a better house and you just wanted to come and thank him for that. 

Of course, you wanted to slap him too – spit on his tie or maybe just take a piss on his desk – but you left it at that.

Rich ex-boyfriend – whose next move is to buy your family business, who hires a private eye to dig up dirt on you and all your family, burying you in fines from age-old petty crimes, gets you kicked from your scholarship.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who goes to that pawnshop and reports the pearl necklace as a stolen item and has the police arrest you. Spinning a story about how he thought you were this humble sweet thing, only for you to rob him behind his back.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who comes to visit you in the custody suite where you sit cooped up with all the other wretched mutts on the cold concrete floors – scolding you for making him come down to a dirty police precinct, for having him breathe the same air as all the lowlives held up there.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who tells you he’ll make it all go away.

He’ll drop the charges, let your family keep their house – or buy them an even better one, whichever you prefer – he’ll even promote your family business and pay for all your siblings' education – he’ll give you everything. 

Anything you want, it’s yours.

But he owns you.

BNHA – Bakugou, Shoto, Dabi, Hawks, Overhaul

JJK – Sukuna, Gojo, Naoya

HQ – Oikawa, Sakusa, Miya twins

BLLK – Reo, Rin

HxH – Illumi