#ryusei

[missyonmission]

cw: smut // hookup culture

Fuckboy Shidou! Who made it his mission to get every living, breathing female creature on campus to scream his name in pleasure. Getting his dick wet in every hole they offered until graduation.

Fuckboy Shidou! Who was about 80 % there already. Even having managed to stick his cock into the hot exchange professor after class once. To everyones suffering, he still brags about it.

Fuckboy Shidou! Who's so into it, he even made a list of names that are still missing to achieve his perverted little goal. And your name sticks out like lightning to him.

Fuckboy Shidou! Who tries to make deliberate advances towards you at the next party. Only to get his ego bruised when you decline all of them with a simple ‘Not interested. Sorry.’ and a shrug of your shoulders.

Fuckboy Shidou! Who flirts with the secretary to get your timetable and sits a few rows behind you in your classes instead of attending his own and follows you around town when you're out meeting friends, just to get a feel for what you like.

Fuckboy Shidou! Who can't get over someone saying no to his charm and starts courting you to the point he forgets all about other girls.

Fuckboy Shidou! Who finally gets you to say yes to a date. Only to realize that he doesn't have any clue on how to prepare something like that. How was he supposed to impress you enough you'd let him into your pants?!

Fuckboy Shidou! Who seemingly did manage to impress you enough to have you sprawled in his sheets the same night. Completely impressed by the way you can keep up and match his freak.

Fuckboy Shidou! Who can't get enough of you and your sweet body. The way your desperate begging and pleas for more, turn into whimpers of his name with your trembling legs locked around his hips even though you say it's too much.

Fuckboy Shidou! Who was never one for giving oral. Not seeing the point in wasting his limited time with a chick on something he doesn't get any stimulation from when his dick always seemed plenty enough to get them to limp out of his room satisfied. But who then is greedily licking in between your thighs, never wanting to stop tasting.

Fuckboy Shidou! Who was so intent on throwing you out in the morning, like every other girl, but finds himself pulling you closer into his chest on instinct when the first rays of sunshine hit his eyes.

Fuckboy Shidou! Who gets made fun of by his whole frat for finally succumbing to one simple girl after strutting downstairs with hickeys, bite marks and scratches all over his shirtless self.

Fuckboy Shidou! Who takes his friends' comments as an insult to your striking beauty, your perfect body and overwhelmingly tight cunt and is ready to throw punches at his mates for it. They just don't understand.

Fuckboy Shidou! Who gets all tense when your smaller hand finds his and whose ears turn a bright red at how you stand there in just his shirt, rubbing your tired eyes and mumbling something about breakfast.

Fuckboy Shidou! Who's tugging you along out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room, grunting in displeasure over his own stupid behavior and muttering something about showing everyone who's boss. His mates are still dying in a fit of laughter as he pounds you into the mattress again for good measure.

@missyonmission

[gachiaputa]

texts between bf!ryusei shidou and you. ╱ some sexual references, probably ooc (i'm trying to get better at characterization with bllk characters) 𓍯 .

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[yanderenightmare]

Ryusei Shido

♡ TW: nsfw, idk, fluffy, sappy

♡ GN reader

You could never date him, but you love the way he fucks you.

He’s not even thinking about your pleasure. But you think, maybe, that’s precisely what makes it so good.

Most guys will let you do some of the work, but Ryusei doesn’t think of sex as a team effort. No, it’s just him and his goal, and he plays you just like he does the soccer field, leaving you feeling trampled in the best possible way.

He’s got you on your back, but only barely. His hands keep you lifted off the mattress, curled into the fat of your ass. It’s a common position, but Ryusei makes it anything but normal—propped on his toes and knees, wearing you like a belt, hunched over you like a beast with his tongue on your chest.

The pace is fast, and he never lets up, not even when you scream and cum for the third time—he just fucks you through it like a dog chasing a bone, and when he finally catches it, he only settles for burying it as deep as you go. And no, of course, he doesn’t wear a condom. He could fuck a blowup doll if he wanted to wrap his dick in plastic.

He’s crazy. Asking if you’d mind if he invited his buddy Sae to join—as if that’s just something you ask. He can’t see you as much more than a football the way he wants to pass you around.

Honestly, he’s the worst, and so, no matter how good he fucks you, you never stay the night. Both on principle and survival instinct. Getting familiar with a wild animal will only get you hurt in the end, after all.

And so, you pick your underwear up from the floor.

“What’s the rush?” he asks groggily. Hair down, messy and heavy with sweat, naked still, and glistening in the afterglow.

You pull your bottoms on and then proceed to gather your things. Answering unsympathetically, “I got work in the morning.”

“Boo.” He rolls over until he’s lying across the bed, his head falling over the edge, looking at you upside down where you walk around trying to undo his handiwork. “Just quit and become my sex slave.”

You crack a small laugh, “Psh, what’re the benefits?”

He rolls over onto his stomach, propping his head up under a hand. “Health care, housing, meals, endless shopping trips, oh, and fucking me, of course.” He smiles with a bite to his lip.

You try your best to deadpan when looking at him, but can’t help your lips curling into a smile. 

“You’re silly,” is still all you say, continuing to collect your things. When he undressed you earlier, he somehow managed to throw things into every corner of the room. Maniac.

“Come on,” he drawls, once again rolling over—not about to tell you that he made sure to fling your pants under the bed. “Stay for round two, and I’ll fuck yah so hard you won’t even be able to leave.”

You just sigh, “I told you, I got work.”

“I’ll drive you in the morning,” he insists.

And so do you with another excuse, “I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Then quit,” he repeats—voice a little curt this time.

You look up from your search and see his upset pout—looking like a kid who’s been told no. 

“You said that already,” you say softly, coming over to ruffle his unkempt hair.

“And I meant it,” he persists, taking your hand and pulling you down into the bed again, making sure to trap you by maneuvering himself on top before you had any chance of escaping. 

He kisses your neck, burying his face there with a groan. “Fucking you before practice makes me feel invincible. Sex with you is like my good luck charm. When I don’t get it, it’s like I forget how to kick the ball—”

“You’re such a drama queen,” you laugh and roll your eyes.

“I’m being serious. I mean…” His voice turns soft then, and he nuzzles his face deeper into your neck, making his words come out muffled, “We don’t have to fuck if you don’t want to. But at least spend the night… for once.”

The tips of his ears are bright red. You’re not entirely sure what to make of it, but you’d have to have nerves of steel to say no a third time.

Wrapping his head in your hands, you pet his hair and kiss his crown.

“Okay, you win, Ryu. I’ll stay.”

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[meinmicha]

dilf shidou.

listen, the guys older, and wiser now— in his late thirties, still looking young as ever, but nonetheless, he’s older.

and not to mention the fact that he has a child. with a wife he was quickly divorced to. andddd.. he never thought he’d find himself pounding the fuck out of his young nanny aka you.

“mh, fuuuckk..” he groans, his hips slamming into yours, loud popping sounds echoing in his huge master bedroom as his hands grab at your plushy stomach.

“ ‘ever tell you, i, fuckin’ love .. how soft you are?” he asks through breathless pants, one of his hands coming up to grip the plush of your ass before delivering a soft spank to your flesh- enjoying the way it looked each time he would pull out of you- then push roughly back in. “such a good girl ffff..’me,” shidou drags.

he moves in closer— his buff chest leaning on your arched back to check out your sweet face, only to see you lost in total bliss. “feel good sweets?” he chuckles- watching your eyes slowly look up at him. “mhm….” you just hum, your walls clenching around him even tighter. “doing a good job for me, baby,” he says, leaning back up, pulling out-

he moves both of his hands from their previous placement to stretch your pussy— watching it flutter at him, leaking your juices and remnants from his pre cum. “beautiful fuckin’ girl.” he spits on your cunt- rubbing it allll over before shoving two of his long, rough fingers inside- earning a sharp gasp from you.

and that’s how many of your guys’ nights went.

© meinmicha || do not plagiarize or translate my work in any shape or form.

i wrote this very late at night then quickly wrapped it up so it might be sloppy 😭😭

[nanamiixxx]

Omg i'am sorry for this shit

[vmlnrzmp4]

Can we get more papa!Shidou ? I'm so into the lore 🙏

my requests are closed :( tho i do have my old writing. enjoy ;)

⟡ ── nothing is more domestic and chaotic than the shidous | BLUE LOCK

papa!au ˖ ⁠♡

the moment you walk into the kitchen, you managed to dodge a flying pancake yeeted in your direction. you turn to the three gremlins with an unimpressed look on your face.

"morning, wifey," your husband tries to charm you, "breaky in progress."

you pick up the poor fallen pancake, "'progress'????"

"well, compared to last time, atleast it's not stuck on the ceiling."

"papa, flip!!!" the younger gremlin says.

"no papa wait till the bubbles are formed!!" the older one yells.

you should probably get in there and help with the breakfast. but you don't. cause this is already what a mother wishes. minami was 8, four years older than mika. both had inherited the chaos from their papa.

"watch," your husband, shidou ryusei, says confidently as he flips the pancake...perhaps with a little too much force that it gets stuck on the ceiling. again. he looks at you sheepishly. and maybe now you take over so that no one stays hungry.

breakfast was chaotic as ever, with the girls putting extra syrup in their pancakes. one look from you and your husband takes the syrup bottles and places it on the very top of the fridge, earning whinings from the two gremlins.

ryusei had gotten better at braiding the daughters' hair. so you're free to get yourself ready at mornings.

dropping them to school wasn't too hectic, as minami would take her role as the responsible older sister. they'd hold hands, walking in the school building.

"so...are we ever gonna get alone time?" your husband tries, placing his hand on your thigh while he drives. it was almost sad. but he knew better.

"gonna stay overtime at the clinic today," you say, "new interns today."

"tsk. cons of having a doctor wife," but he wouldn't trade it for anything else.

"hey..." you hold his hand when finally reached your clinic. hopeful as ever, he squeezes your hand, "order pizza today. no extra cheese, minami hates it. more toppings but no olives. they'd go to waste, the girls would just throw it away or make you eat it. help them with the worksheets and no mess when i come back ok?" you already start unbuckling the seat belt but your hubby holds you back.

"baby..." he calls lowly.

you give in. ofcourse you do. it was supposed to be a goodbye kiss. a peck. the moment you feel him bite your bottom lip, you part, "ryu."

"alright alright. i apologise."

you smile, giving him one last peck before getting out.

the girls were halfway done with the worksheets with the help of their papa when pizza arrives. so obviously, the homework is forgotten. but pizza wasn't enough, and the trio decided to go shopping. groceries and snacks.

mika sat on her papa's shoulders as he pushed the cart while minami held the shopping list, putting the necessities in.

"not on my watch, gremlin," ryu stops minami when she tries to put a whole pack of candies in the cart, "that's not on the list."

but who was he to deny those puppy eyes?

it was late when you were back home, greeted with a crying mika. you crouched down to her, asking whats wrong. she couldn't form a sentence, simply dragging you in. there you find another crying gremlin while your husband was trying to get them to calm down.

"what happened...?" you ask softly.

ryusei tells you that he accidentally burnt his finger while cooking spaghetti. and the girls won't stop crying cause they couldn't bear seeing their papa hurt. even tho ryu said he's fine multiple times.

"m-mama..." mika cries, telling you how she kissed the boo boo so many times and still the burn mark won't go away.

"mama do something...!" minami sobs, still in her papa's embrace.

you exhale, smiling. and ryu couldn't help but to grin too.

after tending to his burn, you put your hands on your hips.

oh no.

that's no good.

"when i walked in, the living room had worksheets all over the place. is the homework done or no?"

the three don't say anything, obviously nothing else was scarier than you at the moment.

you wanted to scold them. you really did. but then you could sense something from the kitchen, "...you three...did you turn off the stove?"

oh.

"shidou ryusei, you're eating burnt spaghetti for dinner tonight," you joke ofcourse. you're not that evil. or are you?

putting the girls to sleep wasn't hectic today. they were already exhausted with all that crying. they made sure they got kissys from you and their papa which they rightfully deserved.

"goodnight gremlins," ryusei finally turns off the lights, closing the door. and immediately pinning you to the wall.

"you know what this means, wifey."

that means to sleep without a care in the world. get your mind out of the gutter. you both are too tired to do anything other than go off to the dreamland.

but then your eyes shot open.

the worksheets that was supposed to be submitted tomorrow...

[kenqo]

it’s times like these where you think someone’s impersonated your boyfriend. because no way would he be on your lap, silently kissing your thighs mumbling things like “dunno what i’d do without you..” or, “i could be here forever, just.. with you,”

first of all, he was shidou fucking ryusei, he wasn’t a calm guy that would settle for staying still and being peaceful. or was he?

he was just there, on the couch with you, laying in between your legs. and for some odd reason it didn’t feel sexual or anything. it felt.. loving.

more affectionate than lust.

and you’d be lying if you’d said you didn’t like this, because you loved it. you loved your boyfriend. even his weird personality, even his.. suspicious moments you’ve seen when watching him play soccer. he’s still the one you chose, and you were the one he chose. that’s gotta count for something right?

“you’re fuckin’ beautiful, ya know that right, baby?” shidou grumbles. “if you say so,” you roll your eyes, speaking back in a playful manner but he noticed the tiniest hint of insecurity in your tone. “nah, nah- say it, say im beautiful. because you are.” shidou said, lifting his head up to look at you in the eye with almost demanding eyes. “oh jeez- okay okay!!” you huffed dramatically. “im beautiful,” you repeat. “again,” shidou gives you an unamused look.

“im beautiful.” you said a bit more genuinely, a confidence boost suddenly sprouting.

“atta girl,” shidou smirked. then you guys cuddled and had an awesome movie night.

© kenqo - do not plagiarize / translate my work

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