Being in a relationship with William means lonely nights, and some times lonely days too.
Most nights he's either cooped up in his study, orchestrating his next move, or away on some mission.
Some nights you keep him company in his study, sat in an armchair while he works, quietly reading some book he recommended you.
Other nights, you spent alone entirely and you're lucky to find him sleeping next to you in the morning. You can bask in his presence for so long untill he needs to leave for the university.
When he returns from a mission on the early hours of the morning, he washes off the blood from his hands and face and faints (literally) on your side.
Some missions even last for days, and you can't help but worry about him.
On rare occasions, when he doesn't return completely unscathed, you get to tend on his, usually very minor, wounds.
He usually sleeps 3-5 hours + has many power naps throughout the day.
You may be reading, sewing, or simply resting, he will have a nap resting his head on your lap while you continue your activity. Sometimes if you're sitting next to him on the couch he faints in your lap too.
He's not big on hugging but loves falling asleep in your arms.
He also loves waking up from a nap and discovering you in his arms.
Imagine you visit the university for the first time looking for your husband, and the, very teenage and frustrated male, students try and flirt with you before their professor appears menacingly behind them with that one smile they know means he's not pleased at all.
Legends say they are still solving they equations he assigned them as punishment.
୨୧ — You were drooling, eyes rolling back as you dug your nails into his shoulders trying to slow Valko down. Useless. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as he drove into you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer between desperate pants.
“V-Val- hhahh- Val-ko- s'too- m'gonna- too m-much-“
Words? What were those? Your brain had turned to mush about three orgasms ago.
A whimper caught in your throat. Tears pricked at your lashes at the stretch, at being so fucking full, like he'd shoved your organs aside to make room.
“Hah-“ His voice broke, and you could feel every muscle in his body trembling, fighting something feral as his tail lashed wildly behind him. “Tryna be gentle but you-“
He fucked you like a beast anyway. Forehead pressed to yours, ears flat against his head, panting into your mouth. Your slick made the filthiest sounds every time he thrust home and when his teeth found your neck hard enough to break skin, the noise you made had his rhythm stuttering.
“Sorry- ngh- didn't mean-“ But he didn't stop. Couldn't.
His hand slid under your back, arching you up into him. The other pinned your wrist to the mattress. Blood smeared across your throat from his lips.
“That's it, that’s my good girl-“ Completely gone. Ruined.
You came screaming and do you think that made him slow down? Fuck no. He didn't slow down even a little.
“Again.” Barely a whisper. Begging. Pleading for just one more scream from those pretty lips…
“Valko- can't- no more-“
His ears drooped, this wounded little sound in his chest, “I know babe, m'sorry-“ His hips snapped forward anyway, “what’s a pup supposed to do? You just feel so good- cant- shit- can’t stop-“
Your cunt was a sloppy, ruined mess at this point- syrupy strings of your cum and arousal coating his cock, smearing creamy across your inner thighs. You could feel yourself dripping between your ass, making a puddle beneath you.
Then something big started pressing at your entrance.
You felt it before your sex stupid brain could process it- this thick, swelling pressure at your already stuffed hole. Stretching you wider. Wider. Too wide-
His knot.
It shoved inside with a wet POP and you shrieked, back bowing clean off the mattress, nails carving bleeding trenches down his spine. The sudden fullness -that fat bulge locking him in, plugging you up, pressing against every sensitive nerve- had your vision whiting out again. Your cunt spasmed around him, another orgasm cresting before the last one even finished, milking his knot in desperate fluttering clenches.
“Huh? What happened?” Total confusion. His ears shot up, head tilting, “You alright babe? Did I do something?”
“Your- your fucking knot- fuckfuckfuck-“ you choked out.
“What?” He blinked down at you, all golden puppy eyes while his monster sized knot split you in half, “What's wrong with it?”
“Ser -seriously? Sh’too- It's s’too big-“
“It is?” As he smirks he shifts his weight and you damn near passed out, “seems fine to me?”
You laughed -or sobbed, hard to tell- and it broke into a moan when he rolled his hips experimentally. You grabbed his hand and shoved it down between your bodies, pressing it against the bulge in your lower belly. Obscene. Fucking obscene.
“Valko.”
He looked down. Blinked. His tail started wagging. Actually wagging!
“Oh wow.” Like he'd found something mildly interesting, “That's pretty crazy.”
“YEAH.”
“Does it actually hurt?” He pressed against the bulge with genuine curiosity and your eyes nearly rolled back into your skull. Tail still going.
“Do you- hahh- do you seriously not know- how huge-“
“Dunno, never measured?” He dropped a casual kiss on your forehead, sweet as anything, while his fat fucking knot throbbed like it was trying to reshape your insides. “Always been like this. Annnnd those noises don’t really convince me you’re in pain.”
You were gonna fucking murder him. Right after you finished losing your mind on his cock.
He ground down into you and you came so hard you forgot your own name, pussy clenching around him like a goddamn vice.
“Oh- shit- shit-“ Finally cracking, his voice going high and whiney, “Squeezing me so tight, you’re gonna make me-“
He buried his face in your neck and came with a broken whine, and you felt it- pulse after pulse of hot cum pumping into you, filling you up til your belly rounded out even more. His arms caged you in, tail thumping against the mattress as he bred you full.
“S'good,” he slurred against your throat…
“Valko,” you whimpered, brain leaking out your ears., “M'so full-“
“Mm?” He sounded so pleased with himself.
Still absolutely clueless.
Way later -who even knows how long- he was still on top of you, weight braced on his elbows so he didn't crush you. His knot pulsed lazy and another warm gush filled you up.
“Hey,” he mumbled into your hair, and you could hear the grin in his voice.
“Mm.”
“So...” His fingers walked playfully up your side, making you squirm- which only made you clench around his knot and whimper, “You think my knot's big, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“Nah but like-“ He propped himself up to look at you, smirking, tail swishing, “You were really loud about it. Pretty sure the neighbors know now.”
“I hate you.”
“Mmhm.” He rolled his hips just slightly -enough to make you gasp- and his grin widened. “That why you're still milking my cock right now?”
Your face burned, “I- I can't- it's involuntary-“
“Sure it is.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, nuzzling, “S'okay baby. I think it's cute how much you love my huge knot.”
“I never said-“
“‘S'so fucking big Valko,'”he mimicked in a breathy voice, and you smacked his chest while he snickered. “'Your knot Valko, oh my god-“
“I do NOT sound like that.”
“You kinda do.” Another lazy grind. Another gush of cum. His eyes glittered. “Wanna hear what else you said? Got real creative toward the end there.”
You shoved at his shoulder uselessly. He didn't budge, just laughed and buried his face in your neck, pressing smiling kisses to your skin.
“M'just teasing, babe” His tail curled around your thigh, “youre cute when you're embarrassed.” He nuzzled the tippy top of your head.
“I'm gonna kill you when your knot finally goes down.”
“Mm, that's fair.” He snuggled closer, entirely unbothered, “Gives me like twenty more minutes to annoy you though.”
His hips shifted again, lazy and deliberate, and the noise you made was mortifying.
BEEFY SHO BEEFY SHO BEEFY SHO… BUT NEEEEEDY BEEFY SHO WHO WANTS TO ALWAYS BE WITH YOU SO BAD… WHO LOOOVES YOU SMMMM 🙏🏼🙏🏼
an: mhmhmhmhm yes yes he's just so clingy and just needs you all the time like poor guy :''''(
"y/n, please. don't go, love." shotos pleading voice echos through the washroom as you're finishing putting on your makeup for your girls night.
he's tried everything. taking off his shirt to show you his thick torso you love so much, giving you neck kisses while his large hands wander all over your body, he even took off his pants and sat down on the bed only in his boxers so he could let your eyes wander all over his meaty thighs you love to bite and mark so much. hell, he even tried to carry you over his shoulder and out of the closet mid way while you were putting on your mini dress.
but to no avail, you weren't taking the bait.
"no sho. everytime I have to cancel with the girls because someone decides they wants to; one, lay on top of me, and two, fuck me while I'm getting ready so I can't walk!" you turn to look over at your duel haired boyfriend, his lip in a pout while his large arms are crossed over his chest. you focus back on finish your lip liner, "listen, sho. nothing is going to— what are you doing?" a moment after you hear some movement, you feel a hand climb up your calf, you look down and low and behold your giant of a boyfriend is on his knees beside you.
"please, love. I just— I need you so bad." he kisses the side of your knee, his large hands trailing up to hold your thighs. "please, just any other time. I need you." "sho, you say that everytime." "well this time it’s different."
you look away and try to focus on you bottom lip before you feel his head nudging in between your thighs. "ugh, sho! what are you doing?!" you ask, looking down at him, he looks up and gives you an innocent look while his hands push up the bottom of your dress over your ass, revealing your panties. "mmm, this is how I keep you.." he mumbles, pushing his broad shoulders between your legs while kissing your inner thighs.
"you wore these for me?" he suggests towards your red and white lacy panties, his thick fingers tracing the lace, you groan out. "yes, for you after I go out." you state, resting your hands on the counter top as you hear your desperate, top hero boyfriend whine at your pussy.
"you're so wet though, y/n. please, just— I'll let you do anything you want to me afterwards.. I just need you— oh you smell so good."
that's how you find yourself bent over the bathroom counter, texting your girls with shaky hands that's something came up. while your needy boyfriend who always got his way; got it again and was in the middle of eating you out while blabbering about how much he loved you, and how much he craved for you.
but don't worry, you held him to his word on letting you do anything you want to him.
an: and then we strap a vibrator to his dick and make him sob out of overstimulation bc he was being a bad bad boy while he continuously shoots ropes and ropes of cum out of his sensitive dick. send tweet
Dabi would act like he doesn’t give a shit about any of the other league members birthdays, but the flames of the candles on their cakes are always blue.
Some ppl shade shoto and say "Katsuki wasn't talking to him" and "why he inserted himself to conversation?.". But they ignore that Katsuki was actually referencing two of his memories that included both Izuku and shoto.
The "kids who are suspended" is about his memory of him and izuku getting suspended (house arrest) after their second fight. The "taking makeup classes" is about supplementary classes him and shoto took together since they didn't get their license.
In other words, He's fondly reminiscing about the times he was a "trouble kid" in UA with both of these two. Periods that led to him getting closer to the two. This is an origin trio moment 😭
thinking about katsuki who just can't focus while he's training with you. he normally has no issue but you look so distracting in your workout gear with your hair messy, skin sweaty, and chest heaving…
and he's been thirsting after you 24/7 this week and he hasn't masturbated in a while and suddenly he's thinking with his cock instead of his head. he's losing too easily and you obviously know it, but katsuki doesn't want to fix it. he wants you to pin him down so he gets to have you on top of him
eventually you pin him one too many times and you start going off on him, irritated that he isn't even trying. and oh that gets him so hard, hearing you snap and talk back at him while you're straddling his stomach. just a little too far up for him to rut against you
he just grabs your hips and slides you back so he can grind his cock up against you. your face changes so quick once you realize he's just been horny this whole time
notes -> i like thinking about katsuki just getting so horny for u he'll do things he'd never do normally like ughhhh hot af
Sukuna tells his daughter how to deal with bullies :)
Ryomen Sukuna’s stomach twisted into knots when he first received the call from the assistant principal of his daughter’s elementary school.
“She’s having a rough day . . .” the woman started to say over the phone. “Her teacher claims that a few of her classmates were picking on her during-”
Click.
The woman was met with the all-too-familiar buzz of an abruptly ended phone call, as this wasn’t the first time she had to call Sukuna for one reason or another.
And, just as it happened a few months ago when they delivered the news that his five-year-old girl had been struck down with a stomach bug, Sukuna could be seen through the windows of the front office speeding down the road, flicking off the cars that honked at him, and swirling his vehicle into the school's lot. He treated the parking lines as if they were a suggestion, his crookedly parked car now a source of misery for the poor vehicles that would have to maneuver around it.
It was rather comedic — the way he, a pissed-off, enormous man with tattoos decorating his muscles, so drastically contrasted against the soft pink, blue, and yellow paintings of shapes and animals that decorated the school lobby.
And, this time, you were with him.
And the sight of you walking into the main office alongside your husband made the assistant principal’s palms sweat, and the nervous woman silently sent up a merciful prayer on behalf of the bullies and their careless parents.
The sniffling little girl’s teary eyes widened upon seeing you both. She jumped out of her seat, running into the open arms of her kneeling father with a squeal of relief.
“What happened, sweet girl?” He asked, his face and voice a poetic, chaotic mix of concern and anger.
She was too upset to talk. Too upset to be understood clearly.
She only hiccuped, moved away from her father as she wrapped her arms around your lower body, and, sadly, she mumbled, “momma.”
You stroked her forehead with your thumb — a gentle touch that represented all the love you felt for her. But, the piercing glare you gave the assistant principal sent a shiver down the poor woman’s spine.
“I want names and addresses,” you ordered.
“W-Well,” the woman swallowed thickly. “We must maintain a certain level of anonymity for the safety of-”
“Sukuna,” you interrupted, turning back to face him with a poisoned smile. “Take her to the car, please.”
Hand-in-hand, he and your daughter made their way out of the building. Though he knew you wouldn’t leave that building until you figured out who exactly made your daughter burst into tears, Sukuna too had his own way of handling things.
He opened the back door for the crying girl and watched as she entered the back seat.
Resting his arm on the car roof, he said, “I’m thinkin’ a little ice cream will turn that frown upside down, huh?”
She shook her head as she buckled her seatbelt.
“A lot of ice cream?”
She nodded slowly.
“We have a deal.” He touched her wet cheek lightly, stroking away the falling tears. The sight of them never failed to snap his heart into pieces. “I told you what to say to those brats when they’re mean to you. You remember?”
She nodded slowly yet again.
“What was it?”
“Uhhh,” she thought for a moment, then, as if a lightbulb suddenly went off in her head, she grinned. “You said to tell them to die!”
“That’s right. When we get home, I’m gonna teach you a couple of bad words to add on to that, alright?”
“And then you said that, um, to sometimes punch them. Or say go to hell.”
“Yep,” Sukuna nodded. “Sometimes, words aren’t needed. Fists are.”
The little girl looked down at her tiny fists — specifically the left one with a Good job! smiley sticker given to her by her teacher for completing her homework.
“Listen. No matter what happens, you call me and your mom.” Sukuna said. As if summoned, you stepped out of the doors of the school with a piece of paper in hand and a look of pure satisfaction. “We’ll always protect you. Now, what do we say when someone’s mean to us?”
“Go die! Go to hell!”
“That’s right,” With a smile, he high-fived her, and made his way to the driver’s seat.
Call Victor! Roger accidentally not turned two members into children!!😰
🚼🕊️: Elbie!
🚼🕊️: Never leave me, and I will never leave you!
🚼🍎: ..Neither now, nor ever
Bonus⬇️⬇️
Remembered their vows to each other as kids🥰
I have a Grimm's Fairy Tale book and was reading it one day. I came across the story titled Fundevogel. I found the two children in the story adorable and ended up with drawing this hehe.. The lines were from there!
