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→ WORK STRESS + Eren’s reaction to you being bullied at work
CONTENT WARNINGS + gender neutral reader, no pronouns, pet names (honey & baby), soft mentions of violence (it’s not that bad), bullying, stressed adults, massages, no smut // it’s meant to be gender neutral but I mentioned heels once. Very sorry!
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I’m just gonna be honest. He’d get really violent as soon as you mention being bullied. He’s an actual war criminal so don’t be surprised. “Want me to curb stomp those bitches?” He’d drop his game controller and give you his undivided attention, watching carefully as you undid your tie and slipped out of your heels. Eren’s hands would rub your shoulders, video game forgotten as he helps with your tension.
He’s never been in this situation before (especially not personally since he’s always been well-liked) so he has more than one initial reaction. Once he cools down from his initial anger, he’s just annoyed. As much as he loves you, he can’t imagine what anyone could possibly find in you to dislike. More than anything, the embarrassment on your face softens his heart. “Why don’t you just quit, baby?” He’ll offer to work a little harder to take care of you and support you.
He just wants you to be happy. The only thing Eren wants in this world is a happy s/o so he does try hard to convince you. “We could stay in bed all day,” He whispers suggestively. “Doesn’t that sound nice?” Eren kisses at your skin.
Of course, it sounds nice. It’s kind of ideal but you both know that it’s simply not your reality. There are bills to pay. Eren isn’t exaggerating when he says he’d rather be homeless than see you come home from a miserable day though so, ultimately, he decides that the best course of action is to help you work on your resume and apply for better jobs. “Do you think you’d wanna go back to an office job?” As stressful as that environment is for you, he’s not surprised when you shake your head no.
Still, you’ve got no clue what would be a good fit for you. Eren gauges every bit of information he’s ever received from you about your personality. He knows you well. While fighting the urge to make a crack about how you should be a model or something, he guesses exactly what career field would fit you best. Afterwards, Eren helps you map out a plan to achieve this goal. He’s so productive when it comes to you - never wanting to see you come home from work in tears again.
Eren really proves himself too. He helps you solve this problem like it’s nothing. Once he can tell that you’re wiped, he makes room on the couch for you to rest for awhile by gathering up the mountain of paperwork and packing it all away along with your computer. When everything is taken care of, Eren enters the room with a mischievous grin on his face. “You want a massage?”
You make a face. “Of course you do, pretty.” He doesn’t even give you a chance to answer. His massages are legendary and it’s been a hard day - a hard week really. He starts off trying to really help you, rubbing your shoulders and behind your neck. “Hang on.” He grunts, laying you on your stomach on the sectional and straddling your waist. Eren’s hands work all the way down your back, squeezing your waist. He smiles every time he elicits any cute gasps out of you.
He can tell that you’re still exhausted and mentally strained though so he focuses on taking care of you and being sure that you’re feeling better. Even though every instinct in his body is telling him to keep you home tomorrow, he knows that he can’t do that so Eren makes it his mission to be sure that the stressful events from today are easily massaged away with every knot he works on.
if the 10 of hearts went another way, i feel like niragi would yeet momoka’s corpse into the fire because it’s the easiest way to dispose a body at that time since the body was getting in their way of walking back and forth and everyone would hear the ‘game clear’ after momoka’s body is in the fire and be like “oh.. what?”
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Description: Kyuma has a transcendent experience with a fan following a show. & Smut ensues.
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Prologue
It was a show like any other, full of energy, cheering, singing, dancing, catharsis, freedom, expressionism, filled with that tangible feeling of transcendence permeated through the air and I indulged in that energy, basking in the praise from my fans. It was one of the only times where I truly felt alive. When I sang, my soul poured out from my mouth into sounds that pleased the ears of others. I loved how they always seemed to want more.
I could feel her energy as she stood there, dancing in her spot to our music. Singing my own lyrics back to me in a way I'd never seen or felt. It 'felt' as though she understood every minute of emotion behind every song. I felt myself becoming increasingly intrigued by her and tried my best not to give myself away; however, I couldn't help making eye contact with her. Afterall, She was in the front row.
Once our eyes met, we couldn't stop looking away, quickly looking back, smiling, and looking away again. Rinse and repeat. I was never one to indulge myself in the carnal comforts often offered by my fans and yet there this beautiful creature was, radiating something more than the rest, shining brightly amongst the sea of bodies in the crowd behind her.
And now here she was in my hotel room.
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Part One
“Is this something you do often?” she questioned, as we sat on my hotel bed.
I shook my head without hesitation, “No, it is not. … although, I won’t lie to you, I am guilty of doing this twice before.”
Her body stilled and her skin flushed. The rise and fall of her chest changed slightly. She averted her eyes to the carpet. I could almost feel her become increasingly more timid as seconds passed and it was then that I knew my candor must have been too forthright for her liking.
I reached out, cradling her face in my hands, as I began to speak to her with slow sincerity.
“No, no, my dear, please do not mistake me. I want us to enjoy this moment together tonight. I want us to share ourselves with one another and experience all of the pleasures that our bodies can compose. You and I have created a spark that has ignited something strong inside of me, it is full of passion, and that passion is you…” I trailed off and leaned forward, a kiss ghosting over her cheek.
Though her head was still nestled between my hands, I felt her slowly ease back, just enough to see me, as her eyes re-emerged from the carpet to examine my expression, and then finally meeting my own, which were filled with openness and love.
“Remember when I said I wouldn’t lie? Please trust once more when I vow that I’ve never quite seen nor sensed anyone feel my music the way I witnessed it with you tonight …not even close.”
Involuntarily, her body replied with a sharp intake of air as she gasped and trembled under my touch, causing the blush in her cheeks to deepen. I slowly eased her closer to my face, sensing her yield to my touch, as I brought our lips together in a lingering closed mouth kiss.
“Is this still okay?” I asked
“Yes.” she swallowed, slowly and nodded her head against my own.
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SYNOPSIS: A kind of love that dare not speaks its name, Chishiya Shuntaro becomes conflicted in his own emotions.
★ genre & warning/s: enemies to lovers trope, fem!presenting reader,
★ sera’s notes: wrote this during class, honestly i’m not sure if this is good enough to be published ehslwjqoan, but enjoy <33
It was a rainy morning for the whole city of Tokyo, coming with a confident wind and heaven-given soundtrack washed the hues of the atmosphere into a strong and soulful vibrancy, vast amounts of citizens trudged through the sidewalks and stray dogs attempted to find warmth within the bushes, making everything seem calming, and so rain invites a street of colorful umbrellas to blossom in a fascinating way and danced like a ballet choreographed by the gentle wind.
Right from the blossomed clouds come water-petals into the fresh air, your umbrella snapped closed, releasing a gravity defying plume of small droplets which slowly flowed down onto the concrete floor like a piece of abstract art.
Oddly enough, your body somehow tensed despite the freedom that was born in this day without entering the depths of the building, gentle winds blew more mockingly but you couldn't lay a finger on what was wrong, maybe it was the pressure of entering a class this early in the morning? maybe not, however, shrugging the tensity off of your shoulders was the priority as for now in order to relax before stress overcomes you.
It wasn't unusual for you to feel pressured during the mornings of class since the professor you have is.. quite strict towards his students and will criticize you by all means, but it was the last term of your learning and you'd now soon be a lawyer, hopefully, maybe you'd even go up against one of your peers when you fight for cases, maybe Chish-
"You'd catch a cold for staring foolishly at your umbrella for so long."
Speak of the devil.
A familiar voice spoke in utmost superiority which wiped off the thoughts that was stuck onto your head, and then slowly, your peripheral vision revealed a blonde male holding onto an umbrella, staring down at your figure that was slouched onto one of the pillars of the building.
If it isn’t Chishiya Shuntaro himself.
"My well being doesn't concern you, Chishiya." You snickered while shaking your head attempting to give life to your flattened locks, it wasn’t the particular time to have an argument with him at the very start of the day but yet his eyes shimmered in utter amusement and satisfaction, it was like annoying you was as easy as ripping a piece of paper in half, a piece of cake even, the signature smirk painted over his features gently from the statement as you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the reaction.
“Wouldn’t want to be late as the model student of our class, don’t you?” The emphasizing of your current role in your class irked you even more, however, it is Chishiya after all, one of the most annoying yet smart law students in the field that had the ability to get under your skin in a flawless manner.
The relationship you have with that man was indeed questionable, it wasn’t considered as friendship, but neither did it be considered with acquaintances, sometimes the both of you would actually work together and present one of the best output in the class or deeper arguments about law would ensue with you whenever he was bored with his life.
His emotions was harder to read than other people in this learning area, simply keeping his face blank and his attitude as cocky as it ever will be was one of the traits everyone had took note of this man, but still women would still chase him despite having little-to-no chances of having a night.
It wasn’t like his attitude wasn’t tolerable, however he always had the chance to annoy you no matter what circumstance, making you strive to learn in a greater perspective to understand what was under this man filled with cunningness, and how his thoughts process, maybe the both of you would develop a fondness towards each other as well? but it was unlikely.
Before you could’ve think further regarding of this blonde man, the bell rang in its greatest of volume which stopped your tracts of observing every detail about him.
Oh how you sounded so obsessed.
“You can stop staring at me like I killed someone you know.”
“Sometimes I wonder if you have the ability to shut up.” The sentence made the male grin wider but then shrug lazily and walk off to the class both of you take, which made you follow suite and prepare yourself to be ready to defend your arguments once more against that man.
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But just as expected, the whole session of the class was just the same as usual, Chishiya finding a way to mock your defenses and how you’d shade him in your answers to the questions, however just these simply actions of hatred seemingly felt entertaining, like it doesn’t particularly annoy you as much anymore.
Maybe you grew to understand how his attitude is just himself and it is never going to change whenever someone gets close with him or not, maybe you finally felt some part of better comprehension regarding about him? or maybe you were only just stupid? it wasn’t particularly clear how you tolerated him more than usual, but the information is there.
The professor was blabbering more information again regarding the topic whilst you were fiddling with your pen to focus more, as much as you hated to admit it, the topic was boring but it was only a few minutes left to freedom, which you had the utmost anticipation for.
In habit, you shoved both of your hands into your hoodie pockets to find some warmth due to the air conditioning in the classroom premises being like another version of antarctica, however, you suddenly felt a piece of paper meeting at your fingertips.
Odd, that wasn’t there before. You thought.
Even so, the piece of paper intrigued you at a great rate, so you took it out and unfolded to see its contents, if there is or not.
“Meet me at Lavender Cafe at dismissal, model student. I have a word to say to you. — C.”
What a sneaky little cat.
You chuckled to yourself in a bit of a shock and stuffed the paper back into your pockets before continuing on to listen to the teacher’s words, how did he even manage to get that into your pockets?
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At first he was skeptical because he didn’t understand what you gained from fucking him with a strap on if you couldn’t feel anything. He sat patiently and listened intently as you explained that it wasn’t about you and that you got a non-physical pleasure from it. He’s sure that you’re just trying to torture him though.
He wouldn’t be so easy to convince but I don’t think he’d make you work that hard to convince him either. When he finally admits to himself that he wants to try it, he plays around with his ass a few times; learning the sensation.
When you’re not around and he has to get himself off, he even adds fingering himself to his routine, but he says that it’s just to get him prepared for you pegging him. Chishiya even thanks god that he’s got long slender fingers that can reach so deep inside of him.
After he’s gotten used to the idea of taking it up the ass, he’d even pick out your dick for you. It would be a really nice one too. Not a cheap one from Amazon.
The strap that he’d pick out would be long as fuck, longer than his actual dick. He knows that he’d prefer length over girth. “If you’re gonna be bad, at least be good at it.” He laughed when you asked if he’d be okay with taking all of the inches.
You have the idea that he’s not particularly looking forward to this and that fear almost drives you to tell him to just cancel the order and even apologize for bugging him with it. “Is the mail in yet?” He pokes his head in the room, hands tapping anxiously as he scans your hands for a package. You can tell that he’s disappointed that you’re only holding envelopes though.
He’s such a know it all that, when it finally does come in the mail, he’d be trying to distract himself from how intimidated he is by the cock by explaining how to put on the harness for you and exactly where to fuck. “Since I have the most the most experience being the dom, you know.” But you can see past the knowledge that he’s nervous.
It’s a fucking shame too because you have nothing but plans to snap his back like a glow stick. He looks like he’s second guessing himself but he finally bends his ass over, giving you a good look at his puckering hole. He’s got a fucking pretty arch in his back too.
He’d prep himself, but let you watch. He doesn’t trust your inexperienced fingers to do a good job but he’s fingered your ass a thousand times so he knows what he’s doing.
You wouldn’t be able to take your eyes off of him during the entire process. Chishiya would coat his fingers in sticky clear lube and reach behind himself to start off with one skinny finger. You wouldn’t miss the way he shuddered at the coldness of the substance.
He’s so pretty too. He let’s himself get sensitive as he opens himself up for you. It’s not long before he’s plenty opened up to take your dick but he gets so carried away fingering himself that he’s nearly at the edge.
But now your fun would get to start. You’d pull Chishiya’s hands away from his own hole and let them fall next to him. His face is still planted in the pillow in front of him; blush spread to his ears and across his temples. He’s so out of breath that he can’t move. “You’re gonna… make this hurt, aren’t you?” He breathes out, feeling the cool tip play at his entrance. His words were frightened but his voice would suggest that he was more than ready for this; he was excited to be toyed with and have his hole filled.
You do what you always see him do and give your dick a couple of quick strokes before easing the tip in gently, trying really hard to start off gently. You can hardly contain your excitement though and it almost drives you to start snapping your hips back and forth. You don’t know how he’s able to control himself when you occasionally whine at just the tip. You can’t even feel his fluttering hole around you but you’re still so ready to make him cry your name.
“Ah,” Chishiya would moan. “Don’t play with me.” Ugh, he would try so hard to be demanding and a little power bottom but he’d be so ready to take every inch and get drilled that everything he’d say would come out as a whine.
Finally fucking Chishiya would actually be easy. After your dick was fully sheathed inside of his ass, he would be meeting all of your thrusts by pushing back with just as much force. He’s usually really dominant but what he really loves is laying back is and just taking it.
You can’t help remembering how he tried to play it so cool when you first brought pegging up to him. “I’ll just do it if you’re interested in it. Only for you though. Maybe only once too.” He brushed the question off. And now look at him. “Ah, fuck yes! Right there!” He whined, feeling you press up against his prostate.
You’d pull back when he really hit his peak, when he was close and really begging for it. “What would you do for it?” You don’t move and place your hand on his ass to keep him from fucking himself onto the big fake cock.
“Anything,” Nails clawing at the pillow, face smeared with tears stained with eyeliner. “I’ll do anything, pl-please baby. Make me feel good.” He’s hard to say no to. As soon as you start pushing back into him, he’s crying again. Actually crying just like his weeping fucking prick.
He’d cum so hard and without even touching his cock. His prostate would be plenty for him. “You’re killing me.” But he loves it, being slutted out in the very position that he usually sluts you out in. “You gotta- baby, you gotta fuck harder. Make me cum hard- I- I make you cum hard, don’t I?” The way you leaned your body over his arched back and screwed into him, fucking him just as good as you fuck him. He couldn’t believe that you reduced him down to your own little bitch. He can’t believe that he let you turn him into a cockslut.
Chishiya would just lay there and catch his breath, watching you diligently remove the strap and harness to clean them just as he taught you. The sweet pain between his asscheeks would keep him from moving an inch off the bed so you’d kindly care for him afterwards, drying his sweaty skin and kissing him on the forehead like he always does with you. “Gonna be the death of me.”
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→ OVERSTIMULATION WITH HIM + how he would fuck you senseless.
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I think he’d be kind of condescending at first. I always write Eren like that but it fits Chishiya too. He’d have your hands pinned above you head and be forcing you to hold your thighs to your shoulders as he fucked deep into you.
He wouldn’t be fucking you particularly hard or fast but he would definitely be using the head of his cock to be bullying your g-spot and grinning when he can tell that you feel it in your cervix. Long dick Chishiya.
In this position, he’d be fucking you steadily and deeply. He’d be relishing every little sound that he coaxed out of you too. Chishiya would especially live for the sound you made when you gushed on his dick again.
“Crybaby,” He would tease you. “So many pathetic little tears. Your face is as wet as your pussy.” He wouldn’t necessarily be talking to you sweetly. Definitely mocking you though.
He likes to stare at the entrance where his cock meets your cunt, loving the way his dick looks when it’s covered in your cum. He always savors the glisten that you create against his skin. That alone makes him want to speed up so he can collect more of your juices.
But as soon as you start crying seriously, he goes sweet on you. This man has some fucking audacity too.
Seriously, he’ll be drilling into you at a speed that you didn’t even know was fucking possible and still have the audacity to ask you why you’re crying. “Come on, don’t cry.” Chishiya would smile as he pulled out of you, replacing his dick with his soft fingers. He’d pull and tug at your sensitive rim and play with your clit as you ride out yet another orgasm.
He wouldn’t even bother asking you if you were okay, knowing that your mushy brain is on cloud nine; rendering you unable to speak back to him.
He’s big on aftercare after EVERY single round. He always is but especially so when you’re whimpering and reeling from an intense orgasm that he’s given you. He definitely prioritizes making sure you’re okay on nights like this when he’s pushing you to your limit multiple times.
His hands still play with your sensitive bud. Loves it when you’re overstimulated because it reminds him that he’s the only one that can make you cum that hard and that many times. Sometimes, he’ll lean down and press his lips to your sensitive nipples and curl his tongue around one.
All you get is a five minute break. Then he’s back on you. “Come on, mushy brain. One more round.” But he said that like three rounds ago. Before you can vocalize that thought, he’s already turning you over - face down, ass up - and pushing back in until he’s up to the hilt inside of you.
Yeah, he knows you’re more than overstimulated but he also knows that you love it. Before a full minute has passed, you’re already clawing at the pillow beneath your body and moaning like a bitch in heat.
We’ve already established that he loves doggy style so I envision him looking down and watching himself enter and exit and licking his lips at the fluid that coats his dick.
He fucking loves the way you squeeze around him when you cum, feels like his dick is suffocating. “Again?” He grins, watching you produce even more of a mess to be added to the puddle on the silk sheets. “Let’s see how many I can get from you then.”
Soon, when he can tell that you’re back with him, he let’s go of your hips and cracks a smile as he demands that you fuck yourself onto his cock, some excuse that he’s feeling tired. “You’re feeling tired? How do you think I feel?” You croak, voice gone from all of the crying he made you do. He knows that you’re gonna listen to him though - fucking slut.
Chishiya likes torturing you like that, fucking loves it but he’d keep in mind that you’ve already cum at least ten times, feels pride swell in his chest, and then lets you stop for a second to drink some water because he’s precious and he loves you.
Finally, after an hour or two of this, he finally yanks on your hair and pulls the back of your head to see your tired eyes as he cums deep inside of your throbbing pussy. You let out a sigh of relief, sweet soreness between your legs. That sounds that he lets out are even sluttier than yours tbh.
His version of talking you through it is actually sweet. Your afterglow consumes you. “You did so good for me, sweetheart.” He’d murmur against your sweaty forehead. “So pretty and perfect and good for me.”
He would make sure you weren’t thirsty and just let you lay there to recover. Chishiya would bring you anything you asked for, ignoring his own soreness, and then pull you to cuddle with him after dimming the lights down and making sure you were covered with the blankets because he knows you’re about to pass out ♡
Snow danced in the faintly dimmed streetlights, a choreographed ballet conducted by the gentle wind. As the blonde individual watched her eyes grew wider at the seemingly nostalgic memory, he saw the street that had been awaiting her playful feet & mittened hands, in which he couldn’t help but join within the activity with her in a more calming manner, unlocking an extremely precious remembrance.
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what do u think chishiya would be like after the borderlands?
✧ he is so much softer than he once was. crying at stupid chick flicks was not something the chishiya shuntaro would ever do prior to borderlands, but now he was much more open about his emotions. whatever you do, do not put on everything, everywhere, all at once while he's around. he will become a sobbing mess.
✧ wants someone who fills the void. after returning to the real world, he's come to realize how empty his life feels. chishiya just wants someone to hold him and tell him that he's worthy of love.
✧ chishiya loves affection. for some reason unbeknownst to him, he loved the idea of it now. holding hands, forehead kisses, everything.
✧ he is still very much an intellectual and a people watcher. however, he's more outspoken and wants to make memories he's fond of.
✧ once recovering and being released from the hospital, he definitely quit his job and went on a year long spiritual journey. not necessarily that of religious context, but just to find himself. chishiya knew that before the incident in shibuya, he was a cold-hearted prick. he didn't want to go back to his old self anymore.
✧ after his soul-searching, he returned back to the medical field and specialized in pediatrics. he worked with lawyers to help keep big hospitals from doing things in favor of money or status, and instead based on patient's needs and priority of care.
✧ chishiya became a medical director for a pediatric hospital. i just know it.
✧ he definitely has a craving for cookies all of the time. there's not a moment he leaves the house without a bag of cookies. he also keeps an extra pack in his car in case he's running late. (yes, he is getting the kageyama milk treatment for cookies. idc)
✧ chishiya and kuina definitely met again in the hospital after the incident and clicked immediately. it was like they knew each other for ages. he became part of her family and helped her mend things with her father, short of nearly kicking his ass drunk one night but knowing he'd lose with his lack of fighting expertise.