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This is the worst timeline. (x)

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Hi there, I am opening some art commissions so I can get some sort of an income for myself. If you’re interested or have questions feel free to reach out to me here on my tumblr or my discord @/rhinedottirs.

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if you’re a little obsessive that’s kind of hot of you

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| If I Killed Someone For You |

Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, No pronouns for Reader, He/Him pronouns for Tomura, Murder, Death, Grief, Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy on the hurt, Guilt, Angst, Reader scratches as an emotional response just like Tomura, Idk if you can consider this a happy end tbh, 1k words.

A/n: I love Tomura Shigaraki just about as much as I love making him suffer <3 This is also my piece for my Help Me, Hold Me collab!

Summary: Upon watching the news you find yourself having a gross realization. 

Tags: @auphelia @suyacho @tighnarly @fleur-de-leap @themovingcastlez sorry i've been such ass about tagging my pieces lately aoijdoaisj

You thought nothing of it at the time, it was simply another day for you and the League of Villains, but in the days that followed after it became truly clear that it was no ordinary day. All of you gathered around the tv, climbing onto the couch and grabbing some snacks and other various foods and drinks before settling in to relax for the night. Tomura curled up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist while he kissed your neck. Silently praising you for all the good work you’d done for him and the league over the past few days, and you beamed from his sweet affections, but that joyful moment was quickly shattered as you watched the television closely.

Watching the screen you quickly recognized a young girl that was being interviewed by a news reporter. She was crying, her school uniform dirty, tattered, and covered in blood. The girl wiped her tears away with her fist as she forced out her words in between sobs. 

“My parents w-were killed by the League of Villains.”

A picture of her parents embracing the young girl flashed onto the screen. 

“They weren’t heroes.”

Your heart pounded hard in your ears. Why couldn’t you breathe or think?

“They weren’t even doing anything.” 

Something warm fell down your cheeks. Tears? You weren’t sure and quite frankly didn’t care at that moment.

“I just want my mom and dad.” 

The world stopped. 

“They didn’t deserve to die.” 

Before you could hear another word from the young girl’s mouth the tv was shut off. Most of the league avoided eye contact with you save for Tomura who held your face, pressing his forehead against yourself in hopes it would ground you, and Dabi who watched you with a solemn expression. Tomura tried to get your attention, calling out your name hoping to snap you out of whatever miserable trance you were caught up in. You didn’t respond, not uttering a single word until Dabi and the League had slowly walked back to their respective rooms. 

Tomura looked deep into your eyes, using the pad of his thumbs to soothe your soft cries and anxious mumbling. Your eyes scanned the room frantically as Tomura shushed you, talking in a soft voice as to coax you into a calmer state, but it was a fruitless attempt. It came back so fast and you could barely contain the guilt and shame which overwhelmed you. You wanted to scratch so bad. Itch away at your flesh which was tainted with the blood of a corrupt sinner. You wanted nothing more than to rip yourself from your body, a punishment befitting of someone who so willingly chose to end another’s life. 

Maybe it was fate or pure coincidence that you saw that young girl on the television that day. Perhaps it was a realization that needed to occur, or maybe it meant nothing at all. Although, if it truly meant nothing, if you really had done the right thing as you had thought you did, then why did you feel burdened with such anguish? You thought back to when it had all happened, remembering the faces of the parents that had been murdered, and felt something swell up in your chest. Guilt? Anger? Sorrow? Whatever the feeling was it suffocated you and left you choking on your own questions. How could you let this happen? How could you be so careless? So destructive? So evil. 

“Hey, listen to me.” Tomura’s voice snapped you out of your self-hating trance. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. If you want out I will give you an out.” 

His voice and words reassured you that what he said remained true, but it simply wasn’t enough. 

“It’s not that. It’s just.. it’s complicated and fucked up, Tomu.” You replied.

There was a brief moment of silence before either of you spoke again.

“You’re not a bad person.” Tomura reassured you.

He pressed his temple against yourself and looked at you with a soft expression.

“No I am and that’s part of the problem, Tomu.” You insisted. 

He pulls away and looks at you with a sad and frustrated expression. 

“I killed someone, Tomura. Don’t you get it? I murdered people, people who had a life and family and friends.” You paused. “They were people too, Tomura. They didn’t deserve it.” 

Tears started to flow down your cheeks, and everything was hitting you all at once. Tomura understood, he was the one person who would know what you were feeling more than anyone, and yet, he had no idea how to make it better. Sure, he could hold you and rub your back as he usually did, but that would not take away the pure agony you felt. It would not fix what happened or heal what had been broken. There was nothing he could say to save those that had been lost. 

You frantically wrapped your arms around his waist, firmly gripping his shirt in your fists as you cried.

“It should’ve been me. It should’ve been me, Tomura!” You yelled, pushing your face into his chest as you sobbed. 

He said nothing and instead caressed the back of your head calmly. There were no words he could possibly utter that would carry your pain away. That guilt that you felt, the sensation of your chest feeling as if it was being crushed, would live with you until you were six feet underground. That he was sure of. Without a doubt he would try and try again to fix your problems, but it would ultimately be useless. There would be nights where Tomura would wake up to the sound of your hushed cries and quiet mumbling, and he too would feel a familiar ache in his chest as he realized that it was all his fault that you were wracked with such anguish. 

It was all his fault, he thought, it was always all his fault. 

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the nature of having a job is that every day you fantasize about quitting. Often no less than eleven times

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Adam, the very first idiot

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Ménage à trois… Kind of

Bakugou x Deku x Reader

Synopsis: Bakugou gets jealous and shows reader who they belong to.

Author’s not: Sorry this took so long guys! I hope you like it! I’m sorry if it’s bad!!!!

Trigger warnings: Cuckholding, smut, filthy, spit, body fluids, over stimulation, crying, bondage

Ever since UA, Bakugou has had an unhealthy competition with a one Izuku Midoriya. Granted it pushed them both to do better, to work better, to be better, but anyone with eyes could see that they both pushed each other a little too far for comfort occasionally. This spread through all areas of their lives eventually. Bakugou especially felt the need to compete, the fact that Deku made it as the number one hero before him only made the fire in his chest burn deeper and brighter. The jealousy seeped into his every pore, consumed him and made him furious.

Then you had to come along and made the fury turn almost evil.

It's not that you intended to ignite anything in Bakugou. You were just his PR agent at first until one day you both started dating. It wasn't your fault that the mere sight of you had a storm brewing in his loins. It wasn't even your fault that Bakugou fell in love with you. Nor was it your fault that you just so happened to be a huge Pro Hero Deku fan. I mean who could blame you for joining the millions of people who held a flame for the number one hero. You didn’t even intend for your fiery boyfriend to find out about your infatuation.

It all came to head when you were talking to one of Bakugou’s sidekicks about how best to help Bakugou not only save people but how to make him look better to the press. Originally it started out as just shop talk but it quickly turned to gossip. Of course they just had to ask you which of the top ten pro heroes you would most like to bed other than your boyfriend. And of course you had to admit your affinity for the broccoli haired hero when a certain blonde was eavesdropping.

Bakugou could do without being the number one hero if he absolutely had too, but he’d be damned if Deku ever got you instead of himself. In that instant the red hot fury and jealously made way for a crystal clear state of mind. He knew what he had to do to beat Deku at something once and for all.

Oh he was going to enjoy this.

It wasn’t so hard to put into motion. All he had to do was do a little persuading and by little he means it. Deku was always quick to follow his plans, even if they were a bit....debauched. Now all he had to do was get you over to his house for the fun to begin.

You weren't surprised that Bakugou invited you over for some spicy fun, he was always about scheduling stuff ahead of time with his rigid training regime and hero duties. You didn't mind it too much, it sometimes took a little of the spontaneity out of it, but you loved your boyfriend so you put up with scheduled intimate times. You walked into his dimly lit apartment and called out for him.

"In here!" Bakugou called from his bedroom. You were a little surprised he was calling you into is his room so soon, usually he wined and dined you first, you even came over hungry, but the little surprise of it sparked your interest. You made your way in and nearly choked on your own spit at the utter shock of the sight before you.

Tied up and gagged before you in the chair opposite your boyfriend's bed, sat an undressed Izuku Midoriya. His eyes track you, something akin to hunger filling them.

You're about to turn around and leave thinking it's some sort of trick or maybe a trap, or something, but as you start to back away, a brick wall of a man stops you, gripping your arms and pushing you towards the bed. You know the hold anywhere and relax, Katsuki. A very naked Katsuki.

"Kats, what's going on, is that really Deku?" You question as he continued to push you on the bed.

"Well I heard you're a little slut and want to fuck this little nerd, so I decided I had to show you who you belong to and what better way than to prove it to him too." Bakugou finally gets you onto the bed and before you could even reply or respond in any way, he was ripping off your clothes.

"I don't understand where did you hear that? You know I love only you." You tried to reason.

"Don't try to back down now, you're not some coward of an extra," Bakugou barks as he ripped off the last of your clothing exposing you in front of him and your other favorite hero. "I heard you tell that loser coworker of ours that you'd fuck Deku if it weren't for me, so I'm going to show you exactly why I'm better than him and the only one that can make you feel real pleasure. Now let's give the shitty nerd a show he won't forget.'

"But...' your eyes shift to Izuku, trapped in the chair.

"Don't worry the little pervert is in on this, right Deku?" Bakugou assures you. "Now face Deku and lean against me."

You hesistate for a moment, questioning if you could really do this. But as you glanced over at the green haired man you noticed something you hadn't before. Deku had an erection, dripping with precum, red with want and you realized this was an opportunity you couldn't pass up. It was also the hottest and dirtiest scenario that you could ever dream of, and your boyfriend set aside his hatred of the number one hero to work with him to set this up for you, in a weird way, it was kind of romantic.

So you did what was asked of you. You sat in between your lover's legs and let his game unfold.

Bakugou positioned you so your legs were spread out, using his own legs to hold them wide open so Deku could see. He leaned you back against him, sitting himself against the back board in a way that pushed your breast out and made your stomach taut. You looked beautiful, both men could agree on how sexy you were and are. And thus the show began.

Bakugou ran his large, warm hands down your sides, sending shiver down with it. He then ran his hands back up sending pleasurable little sparks with them, the utter control he had over his quirk always made your core tighten and he knew it. He brought his hands up to your breast squeezing them almost harshly, messaging them, before he began teasing your nipples. Deku's eyes focused on your chest devouring the sight of his childhood bully tweaking your nipples, twisting and pulling at them, wishing he could be released and join in but he knew his role in this was to watch.

You tried to hold your moans in but then Bakugou began sucking and kissing messily on your neck, spit cooling on it at places his lips ventured away from. Then a moan is ripped aggressively out of your throat when he lays a viscous bite on the crook of your neck, lapping at the spot to sooth the ache. Wetness pools at your pussy entrance and you know that no matter how embarrassing you find your noises to be, especially in the face of Japan's Number One Hero, you wouldn’t win against Bakugou's assault.

Bakugou let one hand fall away from your chest down to your beautiful lips, toying with the lips, spreading them open and shut, causing a butterfly light friction on your most intimate areas. You whined and tried to buck your hips, begging for more, the shame of being a needy and wanton creature non-existent at this point. Even as your eyes fluttered open and you caught Deku's eyes at your entrance, his dick almost purple with want, you found yourself unashamed. In fact you’re only more turned on.

Finally Bakugou dragged his strong fingers up and down your entrance, teasing your clit. He gathered your wetness and brought it up to your clit, beginning a teasing tango on your most sensitive area. Both your’s and Deku’s hips strained to try and buck for more friction. Your attempt became fruitless as the hand not occupied with your beautiful pussy stopped you from moving and Deku is restricted from the ropes around his waist. You whined, begging for more, “ Please Kats need more, please, please.”

“Since you begged so prettily…” Bakugou said as he roughly shoved two of his fingers into your wet cavern. You gasped at the intrusion, not prepared for it in the slightest. Immediately Katsuki started a brutal pace, making you clench and the air in your throat catch. You began to squirm and your hands tried gripping at the blankets below you. It was a painful pleasure that caused your stomach and pussy clench ready to reach your peak if you had just a little more to push you over. Then, just as you were about to cry from the frustration, Bakugou began shooting little sparks through his fingers that were inside you directly on the spot that made your toes curl. A scream was ripped out of your lungs and an orgasm was forced out of you.

Katsuki fucked you through your orgasm and continued to fuck you after you came down, overstimulating you to the point of tears. He let you cry for awhile longer before taking his fingers out. Bakugou surprised you by getting out from behind you, positioning you with the hand that wasn't inside of you to rest against the backboard he previously occupied.

He calmly swaggered over to where Deku was tied up and removed his gag only to shove the fingers that were just inside you into his mouth, effectively choking him for a moment. "A little treat for you nerd, you won't get many so I expect you to thank me for what you get.” Bakugou then took his fingers out and looked at Deku expectingly.

Deku gasped for air for a moment before answering, “Thank you Kacchan. They taste amazing I can see why you want to keep them to yourself, thank you for sharing.”

“That’ll do for now, now for the main event.” Bakugou put the gag back and turned his attention back to you. “Y/n get over here and sit on Deku’s lap make sure you don’t let him inside you but get close enough to torture him."

Jelly legged, you followed his order. As you sat down you could feel Deku's throbbing member against your ass and back, making you mewl with want. You wiggled just the tiniest bit to get a little friction on your reawakened pussy, ready for whatever Katsuki had planned. He crept closer to you, leaning down to capture your lips in a filthy kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat so deep it caused you to gag just the slightest bit. All of a sudden you felt the chair lift up enoughthat you were almost eye level with your tall lover. You felt Deku below you quiver at the small amount of movement, it caused a fresh and sticky burst of precum to burst forward and begin to coat your back.

Bakugou gave you one last dirty kiss pulling apart as a string of saliva connected you both for a second longer before it broke and began leaking down your chin and chest. It fueled your desire even more. Bakugou smirked at you before lining himself with your entrance and plunging in with such force that you pushed back against Deku, trapping his aching dick between his own chest and your back tightly. Katsuki began thrusting into your wet cavern slowly but harshly. You could hear Deku whimpering and moaning through his gag, you could even feel his harsh breathing against your neck as you were pushed further against him.

Bakugou groaned at the tightening of your walls knowing you were just as turned on by torturing Deku as he was. Katsuki could see tears forming in his rivals eyes as he brushed against the spot that made your toes curled and slammed into you harder and faster. He saw your head fall back against Deku and saw Deku’s eyes on you longingly. Bakugou knew this was the right move. He continued his onslaught giving you wave after wave of pleasure until all your strings were pulled taunt and snapped in ecstasy. You jerked against the two male bodies as you came, hands flying down to grip at Deku’s thighs as you humped against your boyfriend trying to prolong your high.

Once you came down you weren’t given any time to recover as Bakugou forced you to stand up and turn around. He pulled a lever on the chair to put Deku back down. You thought maybe it was over but Bakugou hadn’t come and he had another plan in store. Katsuki forced you to bend over causing you to grip Deku’s arms to steady yourself and keep you upright. You were now eye to eye with him. Bakugou wasted no time plunging back into you. You tried to drop your head down as to not make eye contact with Deku but Bakugou gripped your hair tightly to continue the contact.

“You’re going to look him in the eye as I fuck you and use you. You’re going to show him exactly who is fucking you so right, you hear me?” Bakugou demanded. You nodded as a moan made it’s way out your mouth. He gave an especially aggressive thrust into your tight cunt making your tits bounce hard against Deku’s neglected dick. Tears were streaming down Deku’s face at the utter torture his manhood was being out through. He could try breaking the ropes but he knew Bakugou would end this the moment he did. You looked so fucked out and dirty. Every time Bakugou thrusted his large dick in you you'd gasp and moan and get centimeters away from Izuku's face. He longed for any sort of relief whether it came from you or Bakugou, he'd be a fool to deny how hot your boyfriend has always been.

As Bakugou picked up his pace he brought one of his hands to your neglected clit and began ruthlessly drawing circles across it over and over again in rythm with his thrusts. The pleasure left you babbling, drool pooling outside your mouth, dripping down his body and onto Deku's lap. The sinful feeling of your spit traveling down his dick and balls almost made Deku cum without being truly touched but before he could Bakugou removed his hand rom your hair and gripped Deku's base painfully, stopping the orgasm before it could escalate.

"I didn't say you could cum during this you shitty nerd so you better stop that right now or I stop this, got it?" Bakugou barked never stopping his movements in you. Izuku nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks in droves.

Bakugou brought his hand back to your hair making sure you e/c eyes never waivered from Deku's. He groaned as your pussy kept clenching around him, turned on by you and how pathetic Deku was rendered. Honestly that moment was the most he'd ever been turned on, you looked and felt as amazing as always, filling his veins with lust but having his rival tied up and at his mercy? It was like having a lightning bolt of pure aphrodisiac running it's course through him.

Bakugou picked up his thrust and the circles on your clit. He could feel you start to cum, could feel your delightful cunt clench tightly and rapidly. You felt your body ascend to a level of pleasure that you'd never achieved before. Looking into Deku's eyes you felt your body tighten and coil and snap harder than you thought possible. The sick perversion of having your favorite hero watching as you were ravaged by your boyfriend, making you look into his eyes as you came, you gushed all over Bakugou. You squirted for the first time in your life soaking Bakugou's pelvis and legs. The ego boost of causing you to squirt pulsed through Bakugou making him to drive into you at break neck speed, prolonging your high to the point of over stimulation yet again, the tears already spilling from your eyes and back onto Deku. Bakugou gave a final thrust, loving the sight of your's and Deku's tears, cumming forcefully into your cervix.

Bakugou fell against your back slightly, holding onto you waist tightly. He took a minute letting you both catch your before he spoke his next words, sedning a new wave of shock and pleasure through your spine. "Maybe if Deku can be a good boy and stay tied up for the night we can have a round two in the morning. How does that sound Deku?"

You barely has the strength to lift your head to see Deku's excited nod.

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Ménage à trois… Kind of

Bakugou x Deku x Reader

Synopsis: Bakugou gets jealous and shows reader who they belong to.

Author’s note: Sorry this took so long guys! I hope you like it! I’m sorry if it’s bad!!!!

Trigger warnings: Cuckholding, smut, filthy, spit, body fluids, over stimulation, crying, bondage

Ever since UA, Bakugou has had an unhealthy competition with a one Izuku Midoriya. Granted it pushed them both to do better, to work better, to be better, but anyone with eyes could see that they both pushed each other a little too far for comfort occasionally. This spread through all areas of their lives eventually. Bakugou especially felt the need to compete, the fact that Deku made it as the number one hero before him only made the fire in his chest burn deeper and brighter. The jealousy seeped into his every pore, consumed him and made him furious.

Then you had to come along and made the fury turn almost evil.

It's not that you intended to ignite anything in Bakugou. You were just his PR agent at first until one day you both started dating. It wasn't your fault that the mere sight of you had a storm brewing in his loins. It wasn't even your fault that Bakugou fell in love with you. Nor was it your fault that you just so happened to be a huge Pro Hero Deku fan. I mean who could blame you for joining the millions of people who held a flame for the number one hero. You didn’t even intend for your fiery boyfriend to find out about your infatuation.

It all came to head when you were talking to one of Bakugou’s sidekicks about how best to help Bakugou not only save people but how to make him look better to the press. Originally it started out as just shop talk but it quickly turned to gossip. Of course they just had to ask you which of the top ten pro heroes you would most like to bed other than your boyfriend. And of course you had to admit your affinity for the broccoli haired hero when a certain blonde was eavesdropping.

Bakugou could do without being the number one hero if he absolutely had too, but he’d be damned if Deku ever got you instead of himself. In that instant the red hot fury and jealously made way for a crystal clear state of mind. He knew what he had to do to beat Deku at something once and for all.

Oh he was going to enjoy this.

It wasn’t so hard to put into motion. All he had to do was do a little persuading and by little he means it. Deku was always quick to follow his plans, even if they were a bit....debauched. Now all he had to do was get you over to his house for the fun to begin.

You weren't surprised that Bakugou invited you over for some spicy fun, he was always about scheduling stuff ahead of time with his rigid training regime and hero duties. You didn't mind it too much, it sometimes took a little of the spontaneity out of it, but you loved your boyfriend so you put up with scheduled intimate times. You walked into his dimly lit apartment and called out for him.

"In here!" Bakugou called from his bedroom. You were a little surprised he was calling you into is his room so soon, usually he wined and dined you first, you even came over hungry, but the little surprise of it sparked your interest. You made your way in and nearly choked on your own spit at the utter shock of the sight before you.

Tied up and gagged before you in the chair opposite your boyfriend's bed, sat an undressed Izuku Midoriya. His eyes track you, something akin to hunger filling them.

You're about to turn around and leave thinking it's some sort of trick or maybe a trap, or something, but as you start to back away, a brick wall of a man stops you, gripping your arms and pushing you towards the bed. You know the hold anywhere and relax, Katsuki. A very naked Katsuki.

"Kats, what's going on, is that really Deku?" You question as he continued to push you on the bed.

"Well I heard you're a little slut and want to fuck this little nerd, so I decided I had to show you who you belong to and what better way than to prove it to him too." Bakugou finally gets you onto the bed and before you could even reply or respond in any way, he was ripping off your clothes.

"I don't understand where did you hear that? You know I love only you." You tried to reason.

"Don't try to back down now, you're not some coward of an extra," Bakugou barks as he ripped off the last of your clothing exposing you in front of him and your other favorite hero. "I heard you tell that loser coworker of ours that you'd fuck Deku if it weren't for me, so I'm going to show you exactly why I'm better than him and the only one that can make you feel real pleasure. Now let's give the shitty nerd a show he won't forget.'

"But...' your eyes shift to Izuku, trapped in the chair.

"Don't worry the little pervert is in on this, right Deku?" Bakugou assures you. "Now face Deku and lean against me."

You hesistate for a moment, questioning if you could really do this. But as you glanced over at the green haired man you noticed something you hadn't before. Deku had an erection, dripping with precum, red with want and you realized this was an opportunity you couldn't pass up. It was also the hottest and dirtiest scenario that you could ever dream of, and your boyfriend set aside his hatred of the number one hero to work with him to set this up for you, in a weird way, it was kind of romantic.

So you did what was asked of you. You sat in between your lover's legs and let his game unfold.

Bakugou positioned you so your legs were spread out, using his own legs to hold them wide open so Deku could see. He leaned you back against him, sitting himself against the back board in a way that pushed your breast out and made your stomach taut. You looked beautiful, both men could agree on how sexy you were and are. And thus the show began.

Bakugou ran his large, warm hands down your sides, sending shiver down with it. He then ran his hands back up sending pleasurable little sparks with them, the utter control he had over his quirk always made your core tighten and he knew it. He brought his hands up to your breast squeezing them almost harshly, messaging them, before he began teasing your nipples. Deku's eyes focused on your chest devouring the sight of his childhood bully tweaking your nipples, twisting and pulling at them, wishing he could be released and join in but he knew his role in this was to watch.

You tried to hold your moans in but then Bakugou began sucking and kissing messily on your neck, spit cooling on it at places his lips ventured away from. Then a moan is ripped aggressively out of your throat when he lays a viscous bite on the crook of your neck, lapping at the spot to sooth the ache. Wetness pools at your pussy entrance and you know that no matter how embarrassing you find your noises to be, especially in the face of Japan's Number One Hero, you wouldn’t win against Bakugou's assault.

Bakugou let one hand fall away from your chest down to your beautiful lips, toying with the lips, spreading them open and shut, causing a butterfly light friction on your most intimate areas. You whined and tried to buck your hips, begging for more, the shame of being a needy and wanton creature non-existent at this point. Even as your eyes fluttered open and you caught Deku's eyes at your entrance, his dick almost purple with want, you found yourself unashamed. In fact you’re only more turned on.

Finally Bakugou dragged his strong fingers up and down your entrance, teasing your clit. He gathered your wetness and brought it up to your clit, beginning a teasing tango on your most sensitive area. Both your’s and Deku’s hips strained to try and buck for more friction. Your attempt became fruitless as the hand not occupied with your beautiful pussy stopped you from moving and Deku is restricted from the ropes around his waist. You whined, begging for more, “ Please Kats need more, please, please.”

“Since you begged so prettily…” Bakugou said as he roughly shoved two of his fingers into your wet cavern. You gasped at the intrusion, not prepared for it in the slightest. Immediately Katsuki started a brutal pace, making you clench and the air in your throat catch. You began to squirm and your hands tried gripping at the blankets below you. It was a painful pleasure that caused your stomach and pussy clench ready to reach your peak if you had just a little more to push you over. Then, just as you were about to cry from the frustration, Bakugou began shooting little sparks through his fingers that were inside you directly on the spot that made your toes curl. A scream was ripped out of your lungs and an orgasm was forced out of you.

Katsuki fucked you through your orgasm and continued to fuck you after you came down, overstimulating you to the point of tears. He let you cry for awhile longer before taking his fingers out. Bakugou surprised you by getting out from behind you, positioning you with the hand that wasn't inside of you to rest against the backboard he previously occupied.

He calmly swaggered over to where Deku was tied up and removed his gag only to shove the fingers that were just inside you into his mouth, effectively choking him for a moment. "A little treat for you nerd, you won't get many so I expect you to thank me for what you get.” Bakugou then took his fingers out and looked at Deku expectingly.

Deku gasped for air for a moment before answering, “Thank you Kacchan. They taste amazing I can see why you want to keep them to yourself, thank you for sharing.”

“That’ll do for now, now for the main event.” Bakugou put the gag back and turned his attention back to you. “Y/n get over here and sit on Deku’s lap make sure you don’t let him inside you but get close enough to torture him."

Jelly legged, you followed his order. As you sat down you could feel Deku's throbbing member against your ass and back, making you mewl with want. You wiggled just the tiniest bit to get a little friction on your reawakened pussy, ready for whatever Katsuki had planned. He crept closer to you, leaning down to capture your lips in a filthy kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat so deep it caused you to gag just the slightest bit. All of a sudden you felt the chair lift up enoughthat you were almost eye level with your tall lover. You felt Deku below you quiver at the small amount of movement, it caused a fresh and sticky burst of precum to burst forward and begin to coat your back.

Bakugou gave you one last dirty kiss pulling apart as a string of saliva connected you both for a second longer before it broke and began leaking down your chin and chest. It fueled your desire even more. Bakugou smirked at you before lining himself with your entrance and plunging in with such force that you pushed back against Deku, trapping his aching dick between his own chest and your back tightly. Katsuki began thrusting into your wet cavern slowly but harshly. You could hear Deku whimpering and moaning through his gag, you could even feel his harsh breathing against your neck as you were pushed further against him.

Bakugou groaned at the tightening of your walls knowing you were just as turned on by torturing Deku as he was. Katsuki could see tears forming in his rivals eyes as he brushed against the spot that made your toes curled and slammed into you harder and faster. He saw your head fall back against Deku and saw Deku’s eyes on you longingly. Bakugou knew this was the right move. He continued his onslaught giving you wave after wave of pleasure until all your strings were pulled taunt and snapped in ecstasy. You jerked against the two male bodies as you came, hands flying down to grip at Deku’s thighs as you humped against your boyfriend trying to prolong your high.

Once you came down you weren’t given any time to recover as Bakugou forced you to stand up and turn around. He pulled a lever on the chair to put Deku back down. You thought maybe it was over but Bakugou hadn’t come and he had another plan in store. Katsuki forced you to bend over causing you to grip Deku’s arms to steady yourself and keep you upright. You were now eye to eye with him. Bakugou wasted no time plunging back into you. You tried to drop your head down as to not make eye contact with Deku but Bakugou gripped your hair tightly to continue the contact.

“You’re going to look him in the eye as I fuck you and use you. You’re going to show him exactly who is fucking you so right, you hear me?” Bakugou demanded. You nodded as a moan made it’s way out your mouth. He gave an especially aggressive thrust into your tight cunt making your tits bounce hard against Deku’s neglected dick. Tears were streaming down Deku’s face at the utter torture his manhood was being out through. He could try breaking the ropes but he knew Bakugou would end this the moment he did. You looked so fucked out and dirty. Every time Bakugou thrusted his large dick in you you'd gasp and moan and get centimeters away from Izuku's face. He longed for any sort of relief whether it came from you or Bakugou, he'd be a fool to deny how hot your boyfriend has always been.

As Bakugou picked up his pace he brought one of his hands to your neglected clit and began ruthlessly drawing circles across it over and over again in rythm with his thrusts. The pleasure left you babbling, drool pooling outside your mouth, dripping down his body and onto Deku's lap. The sinful feeling of your spit traveling down his dick and balls almost made Deku cum without being truly touched but before he could Bakugou removed his hand rom your hair and gripped Deku's base painfully, stopping the orgasm before it could escalate.

"I didn't say you could cum during this you shitty nerd so you better stop that right now or I stop this, got it?" Bakugou barked never stopping his movements in you. Izuku nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks in droves.

Bakugou brought his hand back to your hair making sure you e/c eyes never waivered from Deku's. He groaned as your pussy kept clenching around him, turned on by you and how pathetic Deku was rendered. Honestly that moment was the most he'd ever been turned on, you looked and felt as amazing as always, filling his veins with lust but having his rival tied up and at his mercy? It was like having a lightning bolt of pure aphrodisiac running it's course through him.

Bakugou picked up his thrust and the circles on your clit. He could feel you start to cum, could feel your delightful cunt clench tightly and rapidly. You felt your body ascend to a level of pleasure that you'd never achieved before. Looking into Deku's eyes you felt your body tighten and coil and snap harder than you thought possible. The sick perversion of having your favorite hero watching as you were ravaged by your boyfriend, making you look into his eyes as you came, you gushed all over Bakugou. You squirted for the first time in your life soaking Bakugou's pelvis and legs. The ego boost of causing you to squirt pulsed through Bakugou making him to drive into you at break neck speed, prolonging your high to the point of over stimulation yet again, the tears already spilling from your eyes and back onto Deku. Bakugou gave a final thrust, loving the sight of your's and Deku's tears, cumming forcefully into your cervix.

Bakugou fell against your back slightly, holding onto you waist tightly. He took a minute letting you both catch your before he spoke his next words, sedning a new wave of shock and pleasure through your spine. "Maybe if Deku can be a good boy and stay tied up for the night we can have a round two in the morning. How does that sound Deku?"

You barely has the strength to lift your head to see Deku's excited nod.

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Fan Service: Peeping Tom!Deku/Fan! Reader

Description: Izuku is obsessed with you and pathetic. You're obsessed with Izuku and unashamed.

Warnings: Voyeurism, stalking, masturbation, marijuana use, overstimulation, reader with vagina

When Deku was in UA the thing he looked forward to the most was becoming a hero and saving people with a smile on his face. Now that those dreams have come to fruition and crime rates have steadily decreased from any past records ,the thing he looked forward to most was his nightly patrols. It’s not the boredom and lack of much work that made him savor these late night patrols, oh no. There was something much sweeter than that the night brought.

Each night his patrols ended on your street, come hell or high water, villain interruption or not, Deku made sure he never missed your late night show. God save any villain that was dumb enough to cross him regularly but even god couldn’t save anyone that got in the way of his time with you. All that would be left of them would be pulp. There was nothing and no one that was going to keep him from you.

So each night Izuku approached your house at 12 am on the dot. That gave him 15 mins to silently bury himself in the tree outside your kitchen widow. While all other windows in your house remained covered, the ones in your kitchen never are, he presumed it to be because of the little herb garden you had in the windows.

Deku was more grateful to those plants than his own quirk, because of those tiny little plants he got to witness you dance your way into the kitchen every night turning on the light above your stove in nothing but a tight t-shirt and cute little underwear that was almost always from his own merch line. You’d bounce around the room making yourself a late night meal and cleaning up immediately after as if on impulse before you would eat. How he longed to be in the room with you, wrapping his arms around you kissing your neck while you cooked and making you sit down and enjoy your food and taking care of the mess himself. He knows you work late at a restaurant not too far from your place so eating this late is the norm.

His favorite days were your days off when you got high before this part of your routine. When you’re under the influence you dance a little slower, a little more sensually, as if all your worries disappear. You spend more time in the kitchen on these nights too, often getting distracted and dazing off. He wondered what you’re thinking about as you stroke the marble counter absent mindlessly or when you close your eyes as you put your cheek against the counter after every couple bites of your food and then slowly lift it back up with a smile on your face. It was all so cute and dorky and while weed was never Izuku’s style, he liked that you seemed to enjoy it and he loved watching and seeing what you’d do next.

It was also his favorite time of the week because it seemed like getting high always ended up making you desperate, sometimes he could see you forget where you are and slowly start to play with yourself but even when he wasn't that lucky, you always end up in your room and even though he still couldn’t see you, those were the nights he could hear you. You turned into a shameless seductress making pretty moans and gasps that he could just barely hear them through your walls but just those tiny chirps of pleasure were enough to make him rock hard in his hero suit.

God was he completely lost on you. The notebooks he had on you are countless, filled with everything he needs to prepare for the day that you would be his. The only thing that he didn’t know about you yet is how he’d construct the perfect meet cute with you.

If your underwear is any indication, he knew you were at least a fan, but he needed something more. Needed something that connected you to him on a deeper level. Needed you to love him back immediately and just as strongly. Deku needed you to worship him the way he already worshiped you so that he could fully devote himself to you and to make sure that you’d be his and only his. He just needed that perfect moment. So until that moment, his happiness rested on those stolen moments watching and loving you from outside your window.

This particular night was Sunday, Izuku’s favorite night because it means it was your night off. He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t rush his patrol a bit quicker. He made his way into the tree just in time to see you arriving to your apartment at the late hour carrying a tiny bag. He could tell that you were already high from the way you seemed to giggle as you walked languidly. Deku wondered what you were doing out so late when you didn't work and made a brief note to make sure you'd never be out this late without him escorting you once you'd be together.

You opened the bag on the kitchen counter and what you pulled out made Deku’s mouth dry up instantly and his dick stiffen in response.

Almost as if to tease him you pulled out a long, green dildo with a small bunny towards the hilt, perfect for pleasuring your clit. Immediately Deku regretted being a hero for just a second when the urge to break into your apartment overcame him. (The irony that being a hero didn't stop his peeping habits was not lost on him.) He was almost willing to throw away his notebooks and his meet cute plan just to chance a knock on your door with a poor excuse as to why the number one pro hero was at your door at the late hour.

You released your new toy quickly from its packaging, carelessly leaving the trash were it fell to the ground. You began a cute little happy dance and you strolled from the kitchen into your room. Izuku almost sobbed from frustration that you were going to your room where he couldn't see you instead of just pleasuring yourself in the kitchen for him to see. Those tears turned immediately into happy tears when, for the first time ever in the time that he had been watching you, you opened the curtains in you room.

For a second Deku swears you looked right at him, but your eyes shifted too quickly for him to believe it was real. After countless nights outside your place, Deku finally set his eyes on your room, his jaw dropped at the sight. If people thought his All Might Room was overboard, he had no idea what adjectives they could find to describe your shrine to him. Every inch of your room was Deku merch. It was like you had no shame. Posters were on every inch of the walls, you had every figurine, every official piece of merch and even copious amounts of unofficial merch were scattered everywhere. The piece de resistance, however, was a lewd body pillow with himself on it. Deku turned a shade of scarlet so dark that Red Riot would be jealous. You slept with him. Even if it wasn't really him, he still graced your bed. Deku also took delight in the fact that the pillow provided proof that you were attracted to him, his cock burned even brighter and precum gathered on top at the thought. It made it even harder to not break in.

Deku then got so lost in his thoughts of fucking you silly while shoving your face down into said pillow that he didn't notice you take off your clothes or slipping your new toy into a harness and putting that harness on your pillow in the appropriate place, setting yourself a scene straight out of a fantasy. He snapped himself out of it just in time to see you straddle your make shift hero. Deku got the perfect view of your naked back and ample ass as you slowly descended down on the green dildo attached to his image.

Izuku came messily in his hero suit instantly.

He would've been embarrassed if you saw or if not for that fact that the sight was like watching the dirtiest porn know to man.

Deku recovered almost as instantly when you started bouncing yourself up and down. He then moved one of his scarred hands down to palm himself in sync with your bounces. Your muffled moans then made their way to his ears making him grip his cock painfully to stop himself from coming prematurely again. Deku watched as the green representation of his dick entered you over and over again, imagining your slick flower was encasing the real him. He was imagining his previous ejaculation was your wetness soaking him through his clothes, imagined how tight your beautiful pussy was, wanting to grind his dick in you so thoroughly that it could never conform to another dick again, never be satisfied by another again, let alone the cheap dildo that was in your pussy. Simultaneously, you both picked up your pace. Anyone passing by would see the tree Izuku was perched in had began to sway as he eagerly fucked his own hand.

Just as he felt the familiar spring begin to coil, you stopped and Deku felt tears of frustration slip down his cheeks. His tears were about to start a small flood when you turned to give him an even more, mouth watering view. Deku could have written poetry about your beautiful breasts. They were the perfect size for his hands to worship, he could spend hours with your gorgeous nipples in between his lips, could almost feel them against his tongue as he imagined biting and kitten licking them. As if they couldn't be more perfect, you began to ride the pseudo him again and your magnificent breast began to bounce and heave. Deku let out on vocal sob as his dick twitched and came all over his ill prepared hand. He would have to learn how to control himself when he finally got a chance to ravish you.

You on the other hand, seemed to have plenty of stamina as you continued to ride pillow him into oblivion. Deku's cock was painfully hard again and pathetic tears gathered in his eyes as he put his hand to his raw member once again, not one to miss any opportunity to come to you. Your hands made their way up your body slowly, teasing yourself with featherlight touches Deku wished were his own. His cock burned in a twisted pleasure-pain as he rubbed vigorously at the sight of you firmly massaging your breasts. Tweaking your puckered nipples, you furiously began to thrust yourself faster and faster onto your toy, back arching in a deep bend. Your hips stuttered sharply down as your body lurched forward in completion with a scream and Deku came painfully for a third time, gagging on his sobs, trying to stay quiet.

As Deku came down from his final orgasm, he didn't notice you coming to the window, too busy biting his own fist to stop any noise escaping him, trying to monitor his ragged breathing. Deku didn't even notice the sound of the window opening.

"You know," you said to the night air, "I always knew you'd have a pretty cock Mr. Number One Pro Hero."

The sound of your voice startled Deku so much that if not for the reflexes he trained so hard to achieve, he would have fallen head first out of the tree.

"I....hehheh....I don't. I mean I," Izuku tried to stutter out an excuse to think of some way to explain himself but ended up falling short.

"Well why don't you come in here and give me a better look at that pretty cock of yours, maybe put it to use and I won't tell anyone you've been watching me for months."

You laughed as he launched himself into your room at your invitation, happy your little show, your perfect trap, worked on your favorite hero.

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Fan Service: Peeping Tom!Deku/Fan! Reader

Description: Izuku is obsessed with you and pathetic. You're obsessed with Izuku and unashamed.

Warnings: Voyeurism, stalking, masturbation, marijuana use, overstimulation, reader with vagina

When Deku was in UA the thing he looked forward to the most was becoming a hero and saving people with a smile on his face. Now that those dreams have come to fruition and crime rates have steadily decreased from any past records ,the thing he looked forward to most was his nightly patrols. It’s not the boredom and lack of much work that made him savor these late night patrols, oh no. There was something much sweeter than that the night brought.

Each night his patrols ended on your street, come hell or high water, villain interruption or not, Deku made sure he never missed your late night show. God save any villain that was dumb enough to cross him regularly but even god couldn’t save anyone that got in the way of his time with you. All that would be left of them would be pulp. There was nothing and no one that was going to keep him from you.

So each night Izuku approached your house at 12 am on the dot. That gave him 15 mins to silently bury himself in the tree outside your kitchen widow. While all other windows in your house remained covered, the ones in your kitchen never are, he presumed it to be because of the little herb garden you had in the windows.

Deku was more grateful to those plants than his own quirk, because of those tiny little plants he got to witness you dance your way into the kitchen every night turning on the light above your stove in nothing but a tight t-shirt and cute little underwear that was almost always from his own merch line. You’d bounce around the room making yourself a late night meal and cleaning up immediately after as if on impulse before you would eat. How he longed to be in the room with you, wrapping his arms around you kissing your neck while you cooked and making you sit down and enjoy your food and taking care of the mess himself. He knows you work late at a restaurant not too far from your place so eating this late is the norm.

His favorite days were your days off when you got high before this part of your routine. When you’re under the influence you dance a little slower, a little more sensually, as if all your worries disappear. You spend more time in the kitchen on these nights too, often getting distracted and dazing off. He wondered what you’re thinking about as you stroke the marble counter absent mindlessly or when you close your eyes as you put your cheek against the counter after every couple bites of your food and then slowly lift it back up with a smile on your face. It was all so cute and dorky and while weed was never Izuku’s style, he liked that you seemed to enjoy it and he loved watching and seeing what you’d do next.

It was also his favorite time of the week because it seemed like getting high always ended up making you desperate, sometimes he could see you forget where you are and slowly start to play with yourself but even when he wasn't that lucky, you always end up in your room and even though he still couldn’t see you, those were the nights he could hear you. You turned into a shameless seductress making pretty moans and gasps that he could just barely hear them through your walls but just those tiny chirps of pleasure were enough to make him rock hard in his hero suit.

God was he completely lost on you. The notebooks he had on you are countless, filled with everything he needs to prepare for the day that you would be his. The only thing that he didn’t know about you yet is how he’d construct the perfect meet cute with you.

If your underwear is any indication, he knew you were at least a fan, but he needed something more. Needed something that connected you to him on a deeper level. Needed you to love him back immediately and just as strongly. Deku needed you to worship him the way he already worshiped you so that he could fully devote himself to you and to make sure that you’d be his and only his. He just needed that perfect moment. So until that moment, his happiness rested on those stolen moments watching and loving you from outside your window.

This particular night was Sunday, Izuku’s favorite night because it means it was your night off. He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t rush his patrol a bit quicker. He made his way into the tree just in time to see you arriving to your apartment at the late hour carrying a tiny bag. He could tell that you were already high from the way you seemed to giggle as you walked languidly. Deku wondered what you were doing out so late when you didn't work and made a brief note to make sure you'd never be out this late without him escorting you once you'd be together.

You opened the bag on the kitchen counter and what you pulled out made Deku’s mouth dry up instantly and his dick stiffen in response.

Almost as if to tease him you pulled out a long, green dildo with a small bunny towards the hilt, perfect for pleasuring your clit. Immediately Deku regretted being a hero for just a second when the urge to break into your apartment overcame him. (The irony that being a hero didn't stop his peeping habits was not lost on him.) He was almost willing to throw away his notebooks and his meet cute plan just to chance a knock on your door with a poor excuse as to why the number one pro hero was at your door at the late hour.

You released your new toy quickly from its packaging, carelessly leaving the trash were it fell to the ground. You began a cute little happy dance and you strolled from the kitchen into your room. Izuku almost sobbed from frustration that you were going to your room where he couldn't see you instead of just pleasuring yourself in the kitchen for him to see. Those tears turned immediately into happy tears when, for the first time ever in the time that he had been watching you, you opened the curtains in you room.

For a second Deku swears you looked right at him, but your eyes shifted too quickly for him to believe it was real. After countless nights outside your place, Deku finally set his eyes on your room, his jaw dropped at the sight. If people thought his All Might Room was overboard, he had no idea what adjectives they could find to describe your shrine to him. Every inch of your room was Deku merch. It was like you had no shame. Posters were on every inch of the walls, you had every figurine, every official piece of merch and even copious amounts of unofficial merch were scattered everywhere. The piece de resistance, however, was a lewd body pillow with himself on it. Deku turned a shade of scarlet so dark that Red Riot would be jealous. You slept with him. Even if it wasn't really him, he still graced your bed. Deku also took delight in the fact that the pillow provided proof that you were attracted to him, his cock burned even brighter and precum gathered on top at the thought. It made it even harder to not break in.

Deku then got so lost in his thoughts of fucking you silly while shoving your face down into said pillow that he didn't notice you take off your clothes or slipping your new toy into a harness and putting that harness on your pillow in the appropriate place, setting yourself a scene straight out of a fantasy. He snapped himself out of it just in time to see you straddle your make shift hero. Deku got the perfect view of your naked back and ample ass as you slowly descended down on the green dildo attached to his image.

Izuku came messily in his hero suit instantly.

He would've been embarrassed if you saw or if not for that fact that the sight was like watching the dirtiest porn know to man.

Deku recovered almost as instantly when you started bouncing yourself up and down. He then moved one of his scarred hands down to palm himself in sync with your bounces. Your muffled moans then made their way to his ears making him grip his cock painfully to stop himself from coming prematurely again. Deku watched as the green representation of his dick entered you over and over again, imagining your slick flower was encasing the real him. He was imagining his previous ejaculation was your wetness soaking him through his clothes, imagined how tight your beautiful pussy was, wanting to grind his dick in you so thoroughly that it could never conform to another dick again, never be satisfied by another again, let alone the cheap dildo that was in your pussy. Simultaneously, you both picked up your pace. Anyone passing by would see the tree Izuku was perched in had began to sway as he eagerly fucked his own hand.

Just as he felt the familiar spring begin to coil, you stopped and Deku felt tears of frustration slip down his cheeks. His tears were about to start a small flood when you turned to give him an even more, mouth watering view. Deku could have written poetry about your beautiful breasts. They were the perfect size for his hands to worship, he could spend hours with your gorgeous nipples in between his lips, could almost feel them against his tongue as he imagined biting and kitten licking them. As if they couldn't be more perfect, you began to ride the pseudo him again and your magnificent breast began to bounce and heave. Deku let out on vocal sob as his dick twitched and came all over his ill prepared hand. He would have to learn how to control himself when he finally got a chance to ravish you.

You on the other hand, seemed to have plenty of stamina as you continued to ride pillow him into oblivion. Deku's cock was painfully hard again and pathetic tears gathered in his eyes as he put his hand to his raw member once again, not one to miss any opportunity to come to you. Your hands made their way up your body slowly, teasing yourself with featherlight touches Deku wished were his own. His cock burned in a twisted pleasure-pain as he rubbed vigorously at the sight of you firmly massaging your breasts. Tweaking your puckered nipples, you furiously began to thrust yourself faster and faster onto your toy, back arching in a deep bend. Your hips stuttered sharply down as your body lurched forward in completion with a scream and Deku came painfully for a third time, gagging on his sobs, trying to stay quiet.

As Deku came down from his final orgasm, he didn't notice you coming to the window, too busy biting his own fist to stop any noise escaping him, trying to monitor his ragged breathing. Deku didn't even notice the sound of the window opening.

"You know," you said to the night air, "I always knew you'd have a pretty cock Mr. Number One Pro Hero."

The sound of your voice startled Deku so much that if not for the reflexes he trained so hard to achieve, he would have fallen head first out of the tree.

"I....hehheh....I don't. I mean I," Izuku tried to stutter out an excuse to think of some way to explain himself but ended up falling short.

"Well why don't you come in here and give me a better look at that pretty cock of yours, maybe put it to use and I won't tell anyone you've been watching me for months."

You laughed as he launched himself into your room at your invitation, happy your little show, your perfect trap, worked on your favorite hero.

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Diluc and Children Head Canons

Trigger warning: Mention of compromising positions

Diluc would never admit that he wants kids.

But god the thought of filling you up and having little y/n halflings fills him with such joy.

One night you decide to mention that you want kids and while Diluc doesn't say much, that night he has you in several compromising positions to start the process and a month's worth of similar nights leads to you finding yourself pregnant.

You, knowing how bad Diluc really wanted kids despite his silence, know you have to tell him in a cute way. Unfortunately for you, Traveler and Paimon spy you purchasing a "world's best dad" shirt. If it was just Aether, you wouldn't have had a problem but we all know Paimon has a big mouth, she's speeding off to the bar faster than Aether can catch up to.

The minute Paimon tells him, Diluc is shutting down the Angel Share in celebration, claiming it a holiday and kicking everyone out and is rushing to meet you in excitement.

No one has ever seen him act this way. it even comes as a shock to you when you see him running at you in town and picking you right up swinging you around.

He's all over you, smothering you in kisses, a giant change from his usual lack of pda. You'd be a little let down that you didn't get to surprise him but you can't be too mad when he's the happiest you've ever seen him.

Every time you get pregnant Diluc is treating you like you're made of glass and you've never been more spoiled in your life. Before the baby is even in the oven for four months, you have everything you'll need for the first five years of the kid's life.

Diluc reminds you how beautiful you are carrying his kids or otherwise, he dotes on you constantly kissing every inch of you in appreciation and worship.

When the baby comes he's by your side holding your head, basically letting you crush it it with your grip. He's getting you ice chips and letting you curse him for the pain you're in. No matter the state you're in he still thinks you're the most beautiful creature to grace the planet.

Once you have the kid home, Diluc makes good on the best dad shirt.

He gets up at night to change them and rock them back asleep, soothes them, and does everything in his power to support you all financially, emotionally, mentally, and physically.

The minute your doctor clears you, Diluc is back at it again already wanting another baby.

It takes about 2 years for your next kid and it goes like that for all four of your kids.

Finally at four you tell him that you want to stop.

This makes him a little sad but he supports you above all else.

You and your kids never want for anything but Diluc and you still instill a great amount of work ethic and human decency in your kids, all of them have such joy and energy but they also have the manners and respect for others that make other parents jealous.

Eventually when they've grown you both start to feel empty nest syndrome and it gets to be too much to bare so you settle on adopting two more kids, siblings at the ages of 10 and fifteen.

They don't trust you both at first but eventually between the love you pour into them and the doting they get not only from the bot of you but from Kaeya and their older adopted children, you grow on them and they learn to love you.

Both your blood and adopted family blend together and you all love each other more than anything.

You and all your kids would do anything for each other and anything for DIluc.

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Kaeya And Children Head Canons

Trigger warnings: Mention of past trauma, name calling

Kaeya wants kids but he always tells you it's to out do Diluc. He knows Diluc wants a whole bunch of kids and Kaeya says he just want to one up Diluc by having more and first.

The real reason is that he wants to have a perfect mixture of you and him to live on in the world.

Plus kids are cute.

It doesn’t hurt that it would also solidify it to the rest of Mondstadt that he would not be fathering their children or grandchildren.

or at least, that's what he'd hope.

The first time you get pregnant, Kaeya doesn't know what to do. He doesn't have much experience around pregnant people or kids in general.

It becomes an experiment for him, one he can't mask his way through.

Late nights finds him with a candle and parenting books Lisa gave him.

He eventually gets into the swing of things and becomes the best father to be. Always there to help you and soothe you through it all.

When your first son is born Kaeya feels the last chip of belonging fall, this is the family that he was meant to find, just like the Ragnvindrs were when he was a child.

He vows to protect you both with his life.

And then it's like a switch is flipped and Kaeya just wants more.

Four more to be exact.

Each one sends your life into more and more comfortable chaos. Each of your kids pick up the gremlin traits of their father making them lovable little troublemakers.

Kaeya gets all of them to call Diluc Uncle Deeznutz or Uncle Diluc-at-these-nutz. Diluc hates it as much as he loves his four nephews and one niece. All of them are spoiled by him too despite the nicknames.

The kids all grow up being spoiled not only by their uncle and parents but by the Knights as well. No one can help but want to love your kids and you. They're all so happy that Kaeya has you all.

And so are you. Kaeya is an amazing dad even if he is a little shit sometimes and you're kids are just like their dad minus the trauma of course.

You're all one big happy family.

[tighnarly]

Cyno and Children Head Canons

Trigger warnings: Post partum mention

Cyno wants an entire audience worth of kids.

Why?

For his dad jokes of course.

You get him to settle on three, you just weren’t expecting to have all three at once.

Cyno is thrilled.

Not so subtly brags to everyone both friends and enemies alike.

Of course he knows you're doing most of the work, but he feels like his part in it isn't something to sneeze at.

Cyno had always been protective of you but with your kids in you, he's your shadow. At time when he had to go to work he would have his most trusted members of the Mantra follow you to ensure your safety.

Every time you’re having difficulty with your pregnancy, Cyno is right there trying to cheer you up with a "funny" joke or pampering you with whatever your heart desires.

Definitely the type to be found staring at your belly intensely.

Cyno is also the type to whisper his jokes to your belly late at night to try and stop the baby from kicking so you can sleep, when it fails and only worsens the kicks, he says in a very matter of fact tone that it's a sign the babies have taste and are laughing with him. You fight the urge to hit him in your tired state.

When the babies come you expected that Cyno would be by your side, holding your hand. Instead he stands almost uncomfortably close to the doctor and stares as they each come out. There's a wonder that fill his eyes as each little body makes it's way out.

After the babies are born Cyno constantly feels conflicted not being able to carry all three at the same time. He doesn't want any of them to feel left out.

Cyno becomes a master juggler and gets them all on a schedule a month after they're born.

You're not as organized with them and may even have a bit of post partum but Cyno is right there supporting you and talking and loving you through it.

As they get older, you and Cyno become the perfect unit. Your kids grow up loving you and each other, always protecting each other.

They maybe get a little too codependent but when Cyno realizes they don't socialize with other kids, he's bringing in Uncle Kaveh and Uncle Alhaitham to divvy up the kids to get them out separately to help build their independence. This then becomes a weekly venture the kids love it so much and they rotate between the three adults.

From the inside out you're all a happy family, even when the kids adopt their dad's humor.

You all love and laugh together.

Cyno loves you all more and more everyday and worships the ground you walk on.

You all live a happy and loving life.