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saetoru · 2 years

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JUJUTSU KAISEN + SENDING YOU VIDEOS MASTURBATING

☰ CHARACTERS ⋮ gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, fushiguro megumi, okkotsu yuta

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, all characters are aged up, fem! reader, male + female masturbation (handjobs + fingering), sexting + phone sex, overstimulation, pet names (sweetheart, doll, princess, pretty girl)

— notes ⋮ this took me way longer than it should have bc i kept getting distracted reading satosugu fics sdjkhsdf

𖧷 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

he sends them for attention—which is a surprise to no one, but gojo satoru is anything but a straightforward guy, so he lets you know he needs you to focus on him through a video of his large hand pumping his thick cock, tip reddened and pre cum oozing from the slit while he no doubt moans extra whiny in the background. you watch his hand pump his girth and squeeze at the base while your pupils dilate and your thighs clamp together, feeling the familiar ache bloom between your legs.

and then his cock twitches, his thighs quiver, and he calls your name brokenly while he cums, “f-fuck, jus’ not the same as that pretty little pussy of yours, sweetheart,” he groans, “gonna kill a guy here.”

he lets out a strained gasp as thick ropes of cum coat his hand and abs, glistening over his pulsing length as he smears it over himself while he fucks his fist through his high. the camera is shaky as he films himself while he desperately drags his palm over his sensitive dick, but you can tell he’s just the slightest bit frustrated—spoiled, even—that it’s not the same as your tight walls or your warm mouth as you fondle his balls like he’s used to.

and just when you think he’s done, there’s another photo under the video, his flushed and sweaty face with his hair clinging to his forehead as he grins. gonna come drop by sweetheart?

𖧷 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

sends you a text in the middle of the night, almost like he knows you’re about to fall asleep. you watch through sleep-hazed eyes—widening them a fraction when his fat tip, pink and glistening with his pre cum pops up on the screen, his thumb rubbing through his slit as he lets out a shaky exhale.

“god, baby,” he murmurs against the speaker, the sound of his voice alone enough to make your clit throb and your pussy clench around nothing, “miss you so bad. wish you were here,” he groans, and with a few more slow drags of his fist over his cock, he cums with breathy gasps, panting into the phone as he murmurs your name like it's you who’s made him paint his hand and abs white with his hot, sticky cum. “see this mess? ‘s all cause of you—can’t stop thinking about you,” he croaks.

you watch with wide eyes as his cock twitches with each ribbon of cum that shoots from his tip, watch as his abs clench and his thighs shake with the force of his orgasm. and again, almost like he knows, his name pops up on the caller id just as your fingers sink into your dripping cunt, voice still breathless from his orgasm.

“let me hear you, pretty girl,” he coos, whispering praise into your ear as you whine his name and curl your fingers into your folds.

𖧷 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

toji doesn’t know how to say i miss you.

but he does know how to send his thick, purpled cock, angry and aching to release to show you he’s thinking of you. he grunts deep, and you can almost envision the way his scarred lips are parted as he groans low and drawn out just as he squeezes at the base of his cock and cums. he milks himself of every drop, breath ragged and hand shaking as he films himself.

“fuckin’ hell, doll,” he grunts, “you know how much trouble ya are? sittin’ here and thinkin’ about how good ya always take me. bet you want that—bet ya miss cumming around my cock, don’tcha, doll?” you roll your eyes, but you can’t help but huff frustratedly as you feel yourself crave the drag of his thick cock as it splits you open, craving hearing his deep groans against your ear instead of through the speakers of your phone.

with a frustrated sigh, you angle your phone as your fingers sink into your wet cunt, spreading yourself for him to see the way your folds glisten with your slick. you smile nice and sweet for the camera, biting your lip as you moan softly and rub a thumb over your clit.

“think i’m doing just fine without you,” you grin, pressing send and waiting excitedly to rile him up.

𖧷 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

megumi only sends one because you beg—and he doesn’t really want to, but the way you send a video of your thumb and pointer pinching and rolling over your nipple, camera shifting to your pouty face as you whine a breathy “gumi, please?” convinces him.

you giggle when you get a notification from him a while later, hurriedly opening your messages—and you’re glad you do because the sight of his flushed cock, stiff in his hand as he moans and lets soft whimpers slip while he fists his length hurriedly is well worth it. he’s always been sensitive, but right now he’s desperate—you can tell by the way his hips are bucking into his hand, the way his moans are whiny and come out as quick pants that cut off with the next as he gets closer and closer to his high.

“f-fuck, can’t believe…” he cuts himself with a wanton moan, hips thrusting upwards into his fist as he squeezes around his swollen tip, “…can’t believe y-you convinced me to do this—sh-shit, ‘m gonna cum,” he croaks.

and with a soft cry of your name, his voice cracking in the middle, he cums with a whimper while you watch him twitching with pleasure that spreads over his body. you stare with wide eyes and a quickened breath as thick ropes of cum coat his hands and his sweet moans ring through your ear.

i’m never doing this again, he sends after, but you’re quick to send a picture of your slick folds, arousal coating the inside of your thighs from the mess between your legs to convince him that maybe it’s not so bad.

𖧷 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

yuta wants you to see how hard he is for you, wants you to see how even when he’s away, you still have enough power over him to make him throb between his legs and ache for release.

he knows you’re sleeping, and he doesn’t want to bother you, but he can’t help himself from sending you a picture or two of the way his cock stands stiff and red, a bead of pre cum dribbling from his slit. and just as he feels himself get close, feels the familiar pressure in his tummy of the coil ready to snap, he can’t help but send a quick video as he cums for you, the squelching sound of his fist working his cock ringing through the room as his hand slaps against the base of his dick with every stroke.

“fuck, angel—sh-shit, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry…couldn’t help it,” he pants, whining as he fucks into his fist and chases the sweet friction of his palm dragging over his aching length, “missed you so bad, j-jus’ had to cum for you—’s all for you,” he breathes, “always make me feel good. god, i miss you.”

he strokes himself until he’s whimpering from overstimulation, until he’s calling your name brokenly one more time and he’s milked himself of every drop—and then he hits send with a shaky thumb as he sighs, missing the warmth of your body beside him.

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modifieduchiha · 11 months

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thebrandkui · 4 years

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#Repost |RATTLE!| Really can’t put what I feel about this song into words, It's a declaration🙌 Pastor @stevenfurtick , @chrisdotbrown and @brandonlake...thank you for penning this one… @elevationworship 🔥🔥🔥 #rattle #elevationworship #elevationchurch #LIVE #gravesintogardens #teewrites #worship https://www.instagram.com/p/CBTj28XgQZ8/?igshid=drrwulggu0d3

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nyx-rps · 5 years

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◈ MUAHAHHAHAHAHA iris and aaron

There was something to be said about misery wanting company, especially when Aaron sat in Iris’s living room, looking for something to do instead of reaching for his phone and living another voicemail to a number that was no longer in service. Iris had called him over, something about needing help on a case. It was mighty unusual, since the two were nothing but rivals in a cutthroat business; the same brain in two different sides of a battlefield. But they were also friends, and Aaron was looking for something to do.

The reservations and animosity had passed hours ago, after Iris let him have the last of her shrimp rice in turn for his fortune cookies and dumplings. They were now sitting shoulder to shoulder, surrounded by papers. Aaron’s hair had been a mess, and the more he got comfortable, the more he got shabbier. Like pen stuck behind his ear, cold coffee being absently sipped on, while his shirt was half tucked and his tie was lost amongst the papers. He looked up from this document, to ask Iris about one of the clauses he was going through, but then it hit him. Maybe it was the lighting; two lamps and the light pouring in from the open window behind Iris. Or maybe it was the fact that she looked so different from when he usually saw her. The same fire, just different places. He had always secretly admitted that Iris was good at what she did, even though he had called her a few choice words for the way she conducted herself. It was just now, the fire in her eyes and that stupid pout she had on her face...---she looked different and Aaron didn’t know why.

Even if for a moment, Aaron was going to choose to forgot everything. His troubles, the haunting misery, this fucking clause that made no sense. “Hey Iris...” As if she had not caught him staring at her like she had grown two heads, or worse. There was bliss in forgetting how this whole thing worked, how they were supposed to hate each other. Because right then, all Aaron could think about was nothing.

And then he kissed her, just like that. No preamble, no words preluding his intentions. Just coffee on his breath, and nothing in his brain. A hand cupping her cheek, pulling her closer. He wanted her, whatever that could mean. Aaron felt her shudder under his touch as they somehow moved closer. It was easy, as if this was something Aaron thought about before. His sister might have joked about there being too much sexual tension between them, but right now he was inclined to believe she was onto something here.

It wasn’t until they heard the door rattle, announcing someone’s entrance that Aaron hastily let go, letting himself be pushed away and pretending like nothing happened here between them.

#this is a thing that happened #brotp; aaron x iris #teewrites

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jessicahenwick · 5 years

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teewrites replied to your photoset: the-shelbys: ...

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:|||||||||| literally my ENTIRE HEART IS STILL IN PIECES

#replies #teewrites #tee tag

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gracrps · 5 years

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1, 2, 3, 4, 11

1. Favorite kinds of rps?

Dark themed roleplays, foooooor suuuure. I know that’s a general answer, but not only are they fun to join, they’re also the only kind of roleplays that I’ve adminned. I’ve had roleplays based off of the purge, 1984, crime/gang types, phantom of the opera and one based off of the book Damned by Chuck Palahniuk. I was also sooo close to opening a Mad Max one but I decided against it because I didn’t have the time, but it was so much fun creating it and coming up with what could’ve been.

2. Favorite help to do?

Making gifs! I also make icons and headers, but gifs will always top. Even though they take a long time to make, especially to your own perfect standards, they’re always worth it in the long run! I’m not possessive over them either, like– do whatever you want with them (credit me tho), I’m just happy to make resources and most of all, to see that players are getting some use out of them!

3. Favorite types of characters?

Okay, next to my ‘good bois with bad vices’ trope, I love creating characters that have hardly anything tragic happen to them, and either working them up to their own tragedies or making sure their personality hits the ballpark. (bc not everyone needs a tragic backstory, right?) It’s easy to write a tragic character, you know? It’s easier to play them too, and not to mention because it makes their plots more interesting. So, sometimes-- if the setting is right, I like to challenge myself if I’ve done too many sad characters, it helps me feel more motivated and less likely to burn out.

4. Least favorite types of characters?

Playing wise, I’m not too fond of playing characters that are ‘bitchy’. I can do ‘sarcastic’ and ‘angsty’, but when it comes to ‘bitchy’, I’m AWFUL. I also suck at characters that are sexual (bc I feel awkward and cringy), and those who are two-faced. However, when it comes to playing against... I don’t think I can really think of a type? To me, any kind of character is great, it’s more so a ‘mun’ problem, if you know what I mean.

11. Favorite music artists/bands?

It’s hard to pin down a solo artist! I like so many and I listen to a few on repeat, depending on my mood. My tastes range from Ariana Grande to Aminé, to Daniel Cesar, to Adele... the list goes on honestly. My all-time favorite band has to be Paramore. I love all their albums, and needless to say, all of their songs. They’re the first concert I’ve seen in person, and I’ll always want to go to another one.

#teewrites #<3 <3 <3

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julicroberts · 5 years

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🎒 Are you in college, major area of study 💕 Your two top fave fictional characters 🌼 Fave flower

🎒 Are you in college, major area of study

I am, currently in my final year of college! I’m a computer science major, aka the major that makes people complain and cry 24/7 lmao.

💕 Your two top fave fictional characters

AH this is such a hard question because I’ve seen so many shows and movies so I’ve practically fallen in love with so many different characters?? These are by no means my ultimate favourites but are the ones that came to my mind first: Diana Prince, I’ve rewatched Wonder Woman so many times you have no idea, and my url pretty much explains how much I love Gal Gadot too. Amy Santiago and Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn Nine Nine, I really can’t choose between them, I love the show and these two characters so much since sometimes I feel like I can relate to them. There’s literally so many more characters I can list here, but they’re probably the ones that stuck out to me the most from last year.

🌼 Fave flower

Hydrangeas! They’re so pretty and come in different colours! I’m a sucker for them in a flower arrangements - listen, I’m a slut for aesthetics and my pinterest call tell y’all about it. They don’t have any significant meaning to me at all, but I just love them so much.

Get to know me, send me a symbol.

#teewrites #answered #thank you for sending this love!! <3

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simoneashlcy · 5 years

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😍😒📖💖

😍 for a favorite face claim

I feel like my muses page can say it all lol but my god Tee, my experiences with you and our developed ships with my Nicos and Dans ( I have a raging muse for him always idk man it just happens ) have made them my favorites!

😒 for a least favorite face claim

Oh god. Let’s see…Ian Somerhalder ( I’ve always found him disgusting tbh even before his ‘scandals’ ) Also this is nothing against anybody who play them and I definitely like the actors as people, but I never understood the hype around faceclaims such as Charlie Hunnam, etc. ALSO SASHA PIETERSE OFC. NEVER. NO. LOL.

📖 for a plot i really want

UHM ANY AND EVERYTHING WITH YOU ALWAYS LBR.

💖 for a happy rp occurrence / memory

Oh boy. THIS ONE OF COURSE GOES OUT TO YOU MY FELLOW QUEEN AND PARTNER IN CRIME. Once again, screw just one bc we’ve made so many and still going. From running and maintaining an rp together for over two years over a ton of ups and downs that we always overcame ( that’s a solid friendship bond for sure !! ), to all our charactrers, ships, plots, we’ve developed, they’ve all been incredible happy occurrences and memories of this crazy rpc world and have always made this hobby the fun it should be!! And here’s to many more, we’re almost in wheelchairs!!

#answered #tee tag #teewrites

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oflockwolves · 5 years

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Ana de Armas!

send me a fc and i’ll tell you

#answered #teewrites

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respectfullyshipping · 6 years

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So I'm writing a fanfic

And i kinda wanted to hear some thoughts before I kept going you know.

So here is a tiny little piece of it, hit me with some feedback!

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"Holy shit don't you think thats a little brutal", Sam whispered quietly. He and Elton had snuck off to a "hiding spot" to discuss a prank to play on Colby and Corey.

"Come on dude don't be a bitch, he's gotten you so many time", Elton snorted. "He's gonna piss his pants".

Sam rolled his eyes, the plan was simple enough. They'd go find somewhere to play a nice game of snowball tag. Elton would be hid with a puddle of blood and Sam would get it doused on him.

"Fine, but I should be laying on something." "That's what made me question Colbys prank last time".

Elton nodded, "Sounds like a plan, let's go before they get suspicious"

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Guys, is that an abandoned…train station holy shit", Elton yelled, stopping the car so quickly it skidded. Colby slid forward in his seat, although elton did tell him to put a seatbelt on.

"Jesus fucking Christ Elton yes it is an abandoned Train station." Colby picked himself up off the car floor.

"Guys, we should go in! We need a video for today anyway", Sam piped in. Corey nodded in agreement.

"Sounds good, Sam grab the camera, Colby go check for a way to get in it with Corey", Elton said, jumping out of the car.

/ ///

Sam and Elton were standing at the back of the car, sorting through cameras and SD cards. "Here Elton, put this in your pocket", sam mumbled, sliding a container of fake blood. Anyone could have found that, it wouldn't kill elton to actually hide things.

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So that's all for now. This is obviously a draft and will be made a lot better if i continue lol

#sam x colby #samandcolby #solby #sam golbach #colby brock #colbybrock #samgolbach #tfil #elton castee #corey scherer #shipping #fanfic #teewrites

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roleplcyheaux · 5 years

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🌺 SEND THIS TO 10 OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING 🌺

me, seeing this in my inbox: wait….i swear to bob tee has already sent me this?????

also me, scrolling further down my inbox: oh…that’s right she did send this to me already and b/c i’m trash i havent posted it yet!!!!

tee i love you & don’t deserve you! also i miss having you in my life on a regular basis PLS COME BACK TO MEEEE ASAP OKAY? OR ELSE I WILL HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO FILE A MISSING RPER REPORT TO THE RP POLICE!

#&&. tee tag #&&. hayley's angels #teewrites

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saetoru · 1 year

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。APOLOGIES — SHIDOU RYUSEI.

✩ — contents ⋮ fluff, gn! reader, established relationship, post argument make-up, annoying shidou as always

dating shidou is not easy, it takes maturity and patience and the will of god’s strongest soldier. in fact, most of the time, dating shidou means you’re constantly drifting in and out of being mad at him—which, right now, you’re quite mad.

“shidou ryusei, it is one am,” you glare, opening your door and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. he has a wolfish grin on his face—it’s cocky, and it widens as he stares you up and down in your little batman pajama pants. normally, you wouldn’t answer the door for someone you’re mad at, boyfriend or not, but shidou makes it hard to ignore with his incessant knocking.

you value your sleep—and more importantly, you value not being kicked from your apartment for noise complaints.

“aw, not the full government name,” he says slyly, and it only makes your blood pressure rise even more as you practically feel a vein pop.

“ryusei,” you warn. but he doesn’t pay attention, just as you expect. instead, he whistles lowly.

“i like the uniform. ‘s cute,” he cackles, eyeing the way your pants are hung a little lower on your hips from tossing around in bed, exposing a bit of skin that he drinks in shamelessly.

“thanks,” you say dryly, “they’re fuzzy and they were half off. now why are you here?”

“just visiting,” he shrugs.

“at one am?”

“it’s twelve fifty-two,” he corrects like he lives to defy you in every corner. and you bet he loves it—in fact, you know he’s positively enthused by the way your lips curl into a scowl and your eyes glare at him so fiercely. he stares down at the way your hips slant as your cross your arms, and he chuckles (which you think is almost passable as a giggle at the sheer giddiness.)

only shidou ryusei would be giddy from turning you halfway near homicidal, and only he would find the murderous glint in your eyes cute, wholesome.

“what do you want,” you say bluntly. he takes a step forward, and no matter how mad you are, you can’t help but stand painfully still as he leans closer, trying your damn hardest not to lean in when his hot breath fans over your face as he stares at you.

“your bed would be nice,” he hums, “preferably with you in it.”

he’s insufferable. everything he does and says makes you want to chuck bricks at his head and hope it fixes the loose wires he seems to have. but you don’t even get to finish saying, “fuck off, ryu—” before he cuts in.

“c’mon, don’t make me find a way in myself,” he curls his lips wickedly, like he’s got you in checkmate, like the cards have been in his favor all along as you play the game he’s written. but this time is different—this time, you’re determined not to let shidou take advantage of your weak heart through his rough and tough charms.

this time, you have a point to prove.

“i’m going to call the cops on you,” you threaten, “tell them i’m being harassed by a pink-haired freak.”

“i wouldn’t mind getting married in jail,” he grins, and you can practically make out the hearts in his eyes as he looks at you. it makes you want to slam the door in his face and go right back to bed. but that would only mean he’d go back to pounding on your door and singing your name, and you’re pretty sure you’re one more instance away from your neighbors collectively petitioning your eviction.

“i don’t want to marry you,” you hiss.

“don’t be like that,” he reaches to poke your cheek, “being inmates would be fun. we could give the officers a show as we fuck—”

“ryusei,” you hiss.

arguing with shidou always ends like this. he worms his way in and knocks down your walls without ever saying i’m sorry. he eases his way back into your heart with wide grins and cheeky comments and that charm of his that really shouldn’t be as endearing as it is. he never admits he’s wrong—but the way he tries harder the next time, makes sure he does it right, makes sure he’s better just for you, you know he cares. he never resolves things in the way you would consider the standard method of patching up after those unavoidable couple fights—but this time you decide it’s different.

this time your feelings are hurt—really hurt. the kind of hurt that makes you wonder if you’re annoying. or if you talk a lot. or if he even wants to be around you. or that maybe you tire him out. or that the sound of your voice is grating. or that you overstep boundaries.

this time there is no brushing the cracked shards of your heart under the rug and acting like he can kiss the pieces back together. this time you want to hear it from him—and if you have to stand at your door at ungodly hours of the morning and milk it out of him…well, you’re inclined to do that.

“c’mon, babe. are you gonna keep me out here all night? lemme in—”

“you’re not coming in until you apologize,” you say bluntly. he groans, throws his head back, and slaps his hands over his face as he grumbles into his palms.

“god, you’re killin’ me here. seriously, you know i didn’t mean it—”

“‘for fuck’s sake, i’m not your damn kid’,” you mock his voice from the other night, reminding him of his own words like he’s forgotten. he only stares at you with pursed lips and a blank face, but that doesn’t stop you, however, as you scowl at him and continue, “i don’t know. you seemed to really mean it when you said that.”

“i was just tired, you know that—”

“i was just trying to look out for you,” you don’t even seem like you’re listening to him anymore, poking a finger at his chest accusingly as he lets you, “i watch you sleep at unreasonable hours only to wake up before the sun itself—”

“yeah, and i told you i’d work on that—”

“and then i ask you, have you eaten today? and you know what you tell me? yeah, i had a protein shake this morning—”

“okay, and that was like one time—”

“and then i hear that you get into a fight, and lo and behold, you show up to my place with a bloody nose and cracked knuckles—”

“but you should’ve seen the other guy—”

“and then i come over to your apartment, and your laundry isn’t done, your dishes aren’t washed, and you have eighty million socks on the floor,” you start to put a finger up for everything you list, making him fiercely fight back a chuckle that he knows would seal his death wish, “and all i try to do is take care of you so that you can be healthy and play your best and what do you do? yell at me and tell me it’s not my responsibility to—”

you’re cut off by lips pressing onto yours harshly, the rough feeling of a calloused hand cupping your cheeks and bringing you closer. and maybe if you had a bit more self-respect, you would shove away the rude, ungrateful, irritating, tacky-haired douchebag of a boyfriend that stands in front of you, but you simply choose to lose all dignity when it counts most. you choose to give in, melt into his touch, lean closer and fist his shirt as your lips press back just as firm.

and when he gently pushes you back, you let him. you even let him step into your apartment and spin you around, shutting the door and pressing your back against the cool surface. his body cages you so that there’s no room for escape—not that you think you could even run from him now that he’s let himself in, anyway. but with one more peck to your lips, he pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours as he clicks his teeth and sighs.

“fine, i’m fuckin’ sorry. ‘s that what you wanted to hear?”

“not if you’re only saying it to make me un-mad,” you say stubbornly.

he clicks his teeth again, shoots you a look of irritation that you return tenfold. “‘m sayin’ it ‘cus i want to, dumbass. you think i’d say that shit just to say it?”

“i don’t know, you’re rude,” you shrug, not meeting his eyes. he rolls his eyes before he leans in and kisses your cheek, then the other, then the tip of your nose, then just over your brow, then your eyelid—and when he sees the beginnings of a smile crack on your lips, he nibbles on your cheek and pulls a soft giggle from you against your will.

“said i was fuckin’ sorry, stop being stubborn.”

“don’t yell at me again,” you huff, “and fix your sleep schedule.”

“okay.”

“and eat proper meals.”

“fine.”

“and maybe clean up.”

“kay, i’ll try. happy?”

“and stop getting into fights—”

“let’s set realistic expectations, here,” he cuts you off, earning a huff from you. but you seem significantly less angry—and he’s glad. because sleeping without your body to squeeze in the dead of night and not hearing you hum that stupid song you always listen to as you wash dishes and not getting those back to back pings on his phone as you spam him with daily updates is starting to get to him. so he wraps an arm around your waist, tugs you flush against his chest as meets your gaze, “are you still mad? because then you’re just being difficult.”

“no,” you sigh, making him grin.

“good.”

“i just love you,” you mumble, and there’s that cute, innocent little pout that you always do tugging at your lips, the one that drives him mad and reminds him he’s just as in love too. “i want what’s best for you—”

“yeah, yeah,” he grunts, “okay. i love you too. i’ll start being more responsible and shit. now can i come to bed?”

“fine,” you cave, “but—”

“great, let’s go,” he drags you along, not wasting a moment before your body is tossed onto the mattress and his lands on top of you, head tucking into your neck. and it’s warm—where his lips are, where he traces kisses along the awaiting skin.

dating shidou ryusei is exhausting—but there are a few perks, you have to admit.

“you’re a headache,” you murmur, threading your fingers through his hair. he snorts, shakes his head from his place in your neck, earning a small giggle from you at the way it tickles.

“yeah? so are you with your nagging.”

“i don’t nag,” you slap his shoulder. he laughs—it’s that low, soft rumble that he only laughs around you, when his head is tucked into your neck, and your hands rub up and down his back, and he’s content.

and maybe a little in love.

“you do. but i love it, it’s hot when you’re mad.”

“go to sleep, ryusei,” you roll your eyes. and then you wait a moment or two—just so he doesn’t get a big head when you begrudgingly mumble, “and i love you too.”

half of this is just filler with dialogue but wtv. take this lil scenario in my head of arguing w shidou bc he’s a living train wreck

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