#Not so familiar about who this Reigen is but I feel like he IS the of guy Coach WOULD VOTE for Tumblr Sexyman!

[mimpinightmare]

HOW DOES THESE FIT SO WELL??!!??!?! 😭😭

(LMAO, I might have played a little of the 'Headcanon Generator', after finding out it was a thing afterwards-)

this site is something else

[callmerainman]

Cameras | Reigen Arataka x fem!model!Reader

plot. The last thing you expected when you entered the office of Reigen Arataka, was to be head over heels for him. Reigen can't seem to believe it himself when Dimple points out that the beautiful model who came in his office for help is, in fact, flirting her way towards him. It's your first time chasing a man and not the other way around, and it's so much fun.

fandom. mob psycho 100

word count. 2.2k

tags. fem!reader, reader is a model, flirting, seducing, awkwardness, suggestive tones, implied sexual reference, oblivious Reigen Arataka, photoshoots, smoking, wingman Dimple.

part. 1/2

An elegant smile softly spread across your face, your hands touching your soft hair with delicacy, your legs crossed under the wooden desk. And, hard to ignore, your foot moving slowly in a circling motion. Your classy composure hides your real emotions so well, you're a woman of style. But, in reality, you're completely losing it.

Shit, he's handsome.

The blond man sitting in front of you is explaining his parcels and exorcism plans as he moves his hands left and right. He looks serious, professional, and focused. His name is Reigen Arataka, or The Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century. You didn't know anything about him until twenty minutes earlier, when you entered his office.

You work as a photo model in a well known modeling agency in Seasoning City. You recently started catwalks, but you're mainly featured on local fashion magazines covers and billboard signs across the city. Your career is going well, except for this feeling that you just can't shake off. In the last few months, every time you pose for a picture you feel a haunting presence weighing on your shoulders. It's like a cold, gloomy breeze. It didn't stop you from getting your work done, but it was more energy consuming than it should be. You didn't believe in ghosts, to be clear. But your friends suggested you call a psychic, and so you did. You chose the cheapest in town, just to give it a try. But nothing could have prepared you for this situation.

«So, considering the context, I think the best exorcism plan is the second in my list, miss»

You snap back to reality and quickly realize that you didn't listen to a single word he said. Too busy staring at the smooth gestures of his hands. You have to play it cool.

«How about you come with me to my next shooting? I have to get there in 30 minutes. Maybe you can take care of the problem on the spot. I'll be glad to pose for you if it can help, Reigen-san» you smile, resting your chin on your open palm.

It's weird. Usually men were the ones who chased you, and fell for you right on the spot. This is your first time being head over heels for a man, and at first sight too. You can't exactly pin point what it is that makes you twirl your hair around your index, and smile so intently. Maybe his ginger hair, or the way he articulates words. Or his grey suit and eccentric pink tie, and charismatic smile.

The man exudes sex. In sort of a pathetic, sketchy way.

«Fine by me» Reigen replies.

You clap your hands together and spark him a shiny smile «Great! Let's go then!»

As you go ahead to bring your car in front of the building, Reigen closes the office. Mob is at school and no clients are expected to come for the next few hours.

The conman trots down the stairs quickly so that he can go wait for you outside the building. But he feels a presence floating behind him.

«Oi, Reigen»

Reigen turns around and grumbles as his gaze meets a familiar green cloud.

«What, Dimple»

«That lady is most certainly hitting on you»

Reigen almost trips down the stairs. He quickly recollects himself as he stops in the middle of the stairwell.

«That's not true»

«Pff» the spirit spits «it's so obvious»

Reigen descends the stairs again, the sound of his shoes stomping on the floor booming in the echoey building.

«It's not obvious because she's not hitting on me! You're just saying it to make fun of me»

The green spirit floats backwards, in front of Reigen's face. He looks dead serious.

«Look man, I would never use such a poor excuse for a joke. I mean, a knockout of a model hitting on you? That would be too unrealistic!»

Reigen rolls his eyes and just keeps going, trying to ignore Dimple.

The latter agitates a little green arm in front of his face «Hellooo? She was literally eating you up with her preying eyes! Basically giggling and kicking her feet like a schoolgirl! And what about the "I'll be glad to pose for you~"��

Dimple channeled his most feminine, high-pitched voice to say that. Green little hands intertwined, eyes glittering and lashes fluttering. It pisses Reigen off.

«Miss (Y/N) is not hitting on me. And even if she were, obviously in a very parallel and distant world, I would never get my way with her. She's my client, and I'm a professional»

«Whatever you say dude...I warned you»

Dimple didn't pop out until later on, when you and Reigen get to your modeling agency. Everything is ready for today's photoshoot: lights, cameras, setting. As Reigen wanders around pretending to scan for spirits, you're approached by your publicist, Haru.

«Is he the male stripper we rented for Sakura's birthday?» she asks, pointing a finger towards Reigen.

«What? No! That's the psychic you suggested I call!» you exclaim.

«Oooh! Is he here to help you exorcise that spirit?»

«We don't know if there's a spirit yet, but he's here to help me out»

«And how are things going?»

«I want to sleep with him»

«(Y/N)!»

«I'm sorry, I can't help it!»

«Okay, I'll reschedule your Christmas jumpers shooting for next week. No big deal even if we don't do it today. Now go put some lingerie on»

«I love you so much, dearie»

In the end, there really was a spirit giving you a hard time during shootings. Or, to be specific, a curse. Dimple was able to detect it in no time, a cloud of gloomy, red smoke hovering over your shoulders. He absorbed it completely and you immediately felt the pressure on your back being released. Your pics came out perfect, flawless. You even put some extra work with that lingerie since you had a guest. And you did catch his brown eyes getting lost in the fabric of your garments, not without a sprinkle of guilt. It was a sight you yearned from men. Seeing them guilty for how mesmerized they are. But Reigen was dense. All afternoon you sent many hints that you, in fact, were flirting with him, but he didn't catch them. You still have time. Of course you have no idea that the one to get rid of the curse was Dimple, Reigen played it out as if he was the one doing all the magic. Dimple got accustomed to it.

«Thank you so much, Reigen-san» you smile, stunning as always. You already changed in your casual clothes, your body covered in a long, beige trenchcoat.

«No big deal, it was a small fish»

Dimple rolls his eyes behind Reigen's shoulder, but you can't see him. The sun is setting behind the building of your modeling agency. Reigen is smoking a cigarette, he asked you in advance if it bothers you, and you asked if you can join him. Reigen takes a quick glimpse at you. Even the way you smoke transpires elegance. His cheeks are lightly powdered in pink.

«I feel kinda bad though, I didn't pay you enough»

«No need to feel bad, I'm confident in my pricings»

«So you're gonna reject my drink invitation?»

Reigen chokes a puff of smoke. He throws you a quick glance and sees you smiling calmly, smoke slowly flowing out of your half-open lips. Dimple's words started floating in his own head. Was he right all along? Or you're just being nice? Do you really want to go out for a drink? Then, words just spill out on their own.

«Never said that»

You take a hit of your cigarette «Good, I'll lead the way»

There's something in your presence. So resolute, classy, confident. A different kind of confidence compared to Reigen. You always know how to behave, how to present yourself. It's hypnotic, magnetic even. Reigen can't help but be left speechless. He would lie to himself if he said that you weren't the prettiest woman he has ever seen. As you two walk towards your parked car, Reigen feels a familiar presence again.

«I told you, dude! She's all over you!» Dimple exlciams, waving his cloudy hands in front of Reigen.

«Shut the fuck up, she's not!»

You turn around «Did you say something?»

Reigen shakes his head vigorously, a bead of sweat running down his temple in embarrassment «N-nothing!»

The lounge bar you picked looks too expensive for Reigen's pockets. But you assured him that the drinks were on you, and ignored his insistence in paying. So now you and Reigen are sitting in front of each other, still dressed as you were this afternoon. He kinda feels out of place with his office suit on. But you fit the luxurious atmosphere so well. Your figure, your red dress, your make-up and smile. The way you talk, and laugh, and politely order two martinis. This place looks like it was made for you and you only. Talking with Reigen is an experience that you honestly expected very much. He's an interesting person, he's kind, funny, and smart. You didn't get the hots for him only for his looks. You understood the kind of person he was the moment he started listening to your problems this afternoon. He might look like the average japanese functional working citizen, but you saw right through him immediately.

And Reigen thinks the same of you. You're not only extremely attractive, confident and classy. You're cultured, intelligent, witty. He feels like talking to you is so easy, a feeling he didn't always get from others, or at least it wasn't often reciprocated. He wants to listen more of your words, of your mind. He's slowly getting hypnotized. You have a way with words, with gestures. The way you place your hand on your chin, or tuck hair behind your ear, is not casual. Everything you do is measure and balance. And the way you listen to his most complicated thoughts makes him want to tell you more, to stay a bit longer. He's enjoying himself for once in a while, laughing without thinking about anything else.

You put down your martini after taking a sip «By the way, Reigen, I think my photoshoot came out really, really well»

In a slow, sensual movement, you cross your legs under the table, your dress brushing against your bare skin with a velvet-like sound. You let one of your heels hang from the tip of your foot, then drop it down to the floor completely. Without any premeditation, you let your foot travel up Reigen's leg, first his ankle and then all the way up under the fabric of his pants.

«Maybe you should come to all my shootings from now on» you coo.

His shock is evident. Reigen locks his lips and holds his breath as he feels your foot stroking his leg under his pants. He wants to say something, but he can't.

Is she playing footsie with me?!

And then, for only God knows how many times, Dimple pops out again behind him, making Reigen jump on the spot.

«I fucking told you man!»

«I'm flirting with you, Reigen-san»

«Okay Dimple maybe you were right but what the fuck do I- say what?!»

You suppress a small giggle «I said that I'm flirting with you, Reigen. Since you didn't really seem to catch it»

Reigen is too stunned to speak «Oh!»

«I can stop though, if you're not interested in...more. Pursuing men so much is not my style. But I don't regret trying»

Your foot falls down from his leg and gets back to your heel, sliding it inside. You rest your chin in your hand, scanning Arataka's face for a reaction. He looks so embarrassed that it has you concerned. Did you go too far? To be completely honest, you liked messing with men. Making them look at you, leaving them speechless. But in a completely harmless way. Your last wish was to make Reigen uncomfortable in any way. You're about to say something, but you get interrupted.

«No, it's fine!» Reigen yelps, a nervous smile cracking on his face.

He mentally facepalms himself for sounding too excited, and too high pitched. But the reassuring smile you show him makes all his worries fade away. He doesn't feel judged, or under scrutiny.

«I-I mean» he resumes «I won't hold back if you're interested in...more»

Jesus he feels so stupid. But maybe you like stupid. It's written in the way you lean forward on your shared table, your hand reaching for his pink tie. You lightly pull it to encourage Reigen to come forward as well, sensually stroking it with two hands as you see his throat gulp out of nervousness.

«I'm glad to hear, Reigen. Otherwise I would have felt very lonely tonight, in my apartment»

«Good...»

Then, you let go of his tie and get up from your seat, and Reigen does the same. Mustering up some courage, Reigen extends his hand for you to take it. You happily oblige, placing yours in his palm. With a satisfied look on your face, you proceed to walk out of the lounge bar, hand in hand.

Without you noticing, Dimple appears in front of Reigen one last time.

«Can I come?» he asks.

«Fuck, no!» Reigen growls under his teeth.

«What did you say?» you ask.

«Nothing!»

[missfrustration]

strictly curse dispelling (reigen arataka x fem!reader) 18+

Rating: explicit 18+, minors do not interact!

A/n: This is part 2 of my "messin' with a psychic" series, but reading part 1 isn't necessary. on ao3 here!

tags: porn with plot!!, a lot of plot, smut, vaginal sex, oral sex, second time, hook-up, relaxing massages, improper use of massage tables, light dom/sub, light choking, no condom, doggy style, office sex, suits, scratching, semi-public sex, no use of y/n

word count: 8.7k (too long)

part 1 part 2

Your cup of coffee falls to the floor as you stare in shock at the office before you.

You pull out your wallet inside your bag and fumble inside until you find one janky card in particular. You yank it out, holding the card to the company sign. As you suspected, the card’s company name is the same as the logo on the office door. 

How could Spirits and Such Consultation be here, not just in the same district, but within a few blocks away from your work without you noticing? You will admit this is the first time since you have been to this side of the area, getting coffee with your friends after work on the floor above, but has it been so far away from your typical commute that you would’ve just discovered it?

You find yourself standing face to face with the entrance, hand hovering over the wooden door with a closed fist. Before questioning if you should be doing this, you instinctively knock on the door with little confidence. 

You don’t hear anything on the other side for a moment. Glancing at your watch, you read 6:49 pm, past regular office hours. Man, what the hell am I doing? You feel rather stupid for even coming to the office; it’s way too late in the day for someone to answer, much less-

While deep in thought, a young boy who has cracked open the door before you snaps you into reality. He stared back at you with relatively calm, kind eyes, dressed in a middle school uniform with a prominent bowl cut.

“Hello, did you have an appointment with us?” The boy gently asked, looking up with a soft smile through the cracked doorway. 

“Oh, ah-no. Sorry, I don’t. I wasn’t planning on… well, it is a little late; maybe I’ll come by another time.” You rub the back of your head and give him a convincing smile as you talk. As you are about to thank him and leave, you hear a voice from inside.

“It’s okay, Mob. You can let them in. I have time today for one more person.” It’s that familiar voice you weren’t hoping to hear now. Your stomach flutters as you realize who you’re about to walk in on.

“Okay,” The boy, now known as Mob, replies to the voice. He turns to you, “Come in, miss. Master Reigen can see you now. Please sit down, and I can make some tea,” He fully opens the door and gestures for you to enter. Without much choice, you kindly nod to the boy and step in. 

You freeze as you see Reigen from across the room. He is at his desk looking intently at his computer, one takoyaki between his greasy, sauce-covered fingers as one slightly peeks out of his mouth. He clicks his mouse and snarfs down the food in his mouth before speaking.

“We are typically closed at this time, but I’m glad to stay later for a new client! So, what can I do for you today, Miss- ah!” As soon as he meets eyes with you, he squeaks in surprise and slightly jumps in his seat with eyes agape. His startled demeanor caused the takoyaki in his hand to splat onto the desk and some crumbs to dribble out of his mouth. He shows no signs of hiding it as he stares at you in shock, squeaking your name as if to prove you're there. It gives you the same vibes as a rodent caught in the act of stealing food. Like a rat. What a coincidence.

“Long time, Mr. Psychic.” You quip, hands clasped. 

Reigen doesn’t respond, only to close his mouth and stare at you. You squirm under his gaze without words before the middle schooler pipes up. 

“Master, do you know this person?”

“Ah! Mob, yes, yes. I do,” He quickly stands up and stuffs his takoyaki in his desk at lightning-fast speed, brushing any crumbs off of that exact grey suit you’ve seen him in before. That desk has seen better days, You think. He scrambles to turn towards you, finally cleaning up his act for that all-too-familiar suave businessman.  “Hello there, what brought you to Spirits and Such Consultation today?” He clasps his hands together and looks at you professionally. Still, the way he swivels around his chair tells you he’s more affected by seeing you than he’s letting on. 

Heh, what a change of character. “I was around the area and saw your building. I guess I wanted to say hi?” 

“Oh, I see. Well, this is clearly a surprise. It is nice to see you… To be honest, I didn’t ever expect you to visit.” His sentence ends with a tinge of sadness. 

“Is that so?” You quip. You are unsure how you want to keep this conversation rolling. You let it go for now and shrug off the comment, “Me neither, honestly.”

There is an awkward silence, one you want to break desperately but can’t find the words to do so, secretly wanting something to change the palpable air. 

“Well, let me make some tea,” Mob says, almost on cue, making his way to the kettle. Reigen quickly pipes up, stopping Mob in his tracks.

He gestures at the time on the clock overhead. “Wait, Mob, it’s late. You should get on home. I’ll-uh, handle this client on my own.” Reigen gestures a subtle ‘shoo’ motion at Mob with a grin and furrowed brow.

“Master, what about my pay for this week?” Mob asks. Reigen quickly responds, brushing aside Mob’s request.

“You can get it tomorrow! Tomorrow, for sure, just not now.”

Mob pauses, looking at Reigen with a somewhat disappointed expression. “But you said the same thing yesterday. Is there a reason why?”

“Hey now, I’ll make it up with ramen next time. I promise!” He waves his hand back and forth, brushing off the notion that he shouldn’t need to pay what you assume to be an employee of his, albeit a young one. You squint your eyes at him. Is he… standing up a kid from his wage?

“Oh… okay,” Mob softly replies, his look of defeat tugs a heartstring in you. Turning towards you, he bows and smiles, “Have a good day, miss.” With that, Mob briefly makes his way out after getting his book bag, shutting the door behind him. The clasp of the door handles rings in the air, leaving you alone with Reigen in his office. 

You immediately turn towards Reigen, raising your eyebrow in confusion. Why does a kid like Mob, who seems so kind and innocent, find himself potentially working under a greaseball that won't pay him? From your point of view, he seems too polite to be working for the shady-looking company. 

“Uh, well,” Reigen clears the stagnant air, “Would you care to sit? Over there, I mean.” He gets up from his desk, ushering you to the comfy-looking chairs at the corner of the room.

You cross your arms as you reluctantly oblige, sitting at one chair as he slowly sits down on the other. You should’ve taken your time sitting down as slowly as he has; the not-so-sudden impact of sitting hurts your tailbone because of how stiff the cushioned chair is. You rub your backside.

“You’re many things, Reigen, but I didn’t think you would flake your workers out of a wage.” You say.

He looked taken back by your words, holding a hand up to his chest as he gawked in offense. “Hey, Mob is a good kid! He understands that desperate times can call for desperate measures.” He chuckles unconvincingly, shifting his feet, which sinks your gaze onto the table. 

“This is a desperate time? You really don’t seem swarmed with customers right now.” 

There is a glossy laminate paper planted alone on the circular foot table. The once-colored article seems faded after years of use, and the different paragraphs of text detail what you assume are his standard services.  The plywood table between you, too, could dent if you kick it with your leg. You wonder if this furniture is second-hand or if Reigen went out of his way to buy the most unpleasant things just to save a buck. You’re in the mood to thoroughly unsettle him now, having clearly examined his office before him. Like clockwork, a slight clamminess forms on Reigen’s forehead before he replies.

“You might not believe it, but this office contained an entire baseball team asking for my help right before you arrived! They claimed a spirit was haunting their equipment, causing their scores to tank halfway through the season! That’s why Mob and I have stuck around the office after hours. Extra paperwork started to pile up throughout the day that wasn’t addressed until the end of our consultation. Of course, a case like that was easily handled by this century’s most excellent psychic.” Reigen ends his little charade and speech, looking quite proud of himself. 

You shake it off, changing the topic. “Speaking of Mob, why do you have such a nice kid working for you? I believe there are more suitable people in Seasoning City that can help you with whatever this is,” you gesture more to the cheap furniture than the actual services. Still, Reigen overlooks that–actually, he doesn’t notice. 

“Ah yes, that was my disciple, Mob. The one I told you about that, uh, night?” Reigen unconvincingly remarks. You shift in your seat and blink wildly at the mention of that word again. 

Disciple.

You shift around in your chair under his gaze, crossing your legs and arms. “Oh wow. I guess I must’ve really misunderstood the situation that night.” Reigen looks at you in confusion. You explain yourself further, “I was under the assumption that I was just some quick bang for you. I initially called bullshit on your disciple story you used as an excuse to leave right after we… well, and I have thought that way since now. To be frank, that’s the reason why I never called back. I'm sorry about that.”

Reigen listened to you intently, nodding along, obviously processing your side of the story. When you finish, he sighs and waves his hand around. “No, no need to say sorry. In fact, I should apologize to you. I did need to leave on such short notice, but I didn’t tell you until the last minute, which made things feel off when I left. The morning of, I had to look after the kid on his school’s sports day. But I figured, from your point of view, it was pretty pathetic. Look, I can make it up to you right now, in fact! If you don’t mind me taking up your time, that is?”

“I find that hard to believe you can make it up to me considering my first impressions of your treatment of employees, as well as this cheap-ass furniture.”

“Okay, harsh.” Reigen clears his throat. “I swear! I’m dedicated to making this right. I can name a price, too!”

“Price? What are you leading onto, psychic?”

“I can serve up one of my world-class massage- ahem, curse dispelling services! It completely rids the body of all the pain that nasty spirits can cause.”

“Curse dispelling? That sounds interesting, but I don’t believe anything is haunting me,” You don’t think anything can haunt someone, to be honest. 

“You’d be surprised how many people get plagued with these violent spirits. I tell you, if I wasn’t here serving the people, it would’ve become the #1 epidemic in Japan!” He leans forward and grabs your arm, gently rocking it back and forth to your confusion. He pauses,  “Hmm, I see. You’re lucky. The hold it has on you is gentle but can worsen at any moment! Have no fear. I can discount this curse dispelling for… about 50% off if you’d like.” He kicks his feet up on the table, albeit very gently, clearly proud of his overly kind discount.

You look into his eyes. “Reigen.” You started. “Not just 50% for the shit you pulled. It’ll take a lot more than that to forgive you. Especially if I think this quality of service isn't worth the money considering the cheap yard sale finds.” You motion to your chair, shaking back and forth, only to reveal to both of you that the legs wobble too hard.

“Jeez, fine! It’s on the house. Besides, I owe you one, so consider my debt officially relieved?” Reigen winced at your stoic gaze, trying to do as much damage control as needed to solve this issue.

You sigh, really wondering if this is a good idea. You sigh in defeat, “I’ll bite. This better be worth it after all the buttering up you’ve been doing on this.”

He smirks at you and leans forward, “Of course it will! After all, I am the greatest psychic this century has ever seen. You won’t regret it; we can set you all up inside the curse-dispelling sanctuary now.”

Sanctuary?

He leads you to a door by the desk at the corner of the small office you didn’t notice until now. Even looking inside after Reigen opens the door for you, you can scarcely see the amount of space there is.

It's a tiny room, tinier than you would think. A shiny leather massage table is in the middle—if you can even assign areas to such a little room. There are small wall shelves and large clothed drawers with different incense burners, oils, and other massage tools.

With all this stuff, you can guess that Reigen cannot move freely while he works on clients.

You gesture to the confines. “This is literally a room the size of my closet. What do you expect to do here? 

“Y’know, that’s a little rude. You don’t know, but spirits are typically scared of tiny rooms. Really, there just isn’t enough room to breathe for the guys! It helps get rid of them faster and ease my clients’ pain more quickly.

“Spirits can… breathe?”

He looks at you attentively, snapping his hands around a few times before conjuring up his remark. “Hah! Well, I suppose I could get into it, but I don’t want to hinder you with my vast knowledge of the inner workings of spirits. Why don’t we get started instead, yeah?” He fidgets around for the items he needs and turns around. “Well then, I will need you to get undressed for me. Okay?”

“Oh, sure thing.” A shiver runs down your spine as you turn to look at him. You can tell in his eyes he just means undressing for the massage, but you would be lying if you said your face didn’t feel warm for the possible double meaning. 

“If you can undress once I leave the sanctuary and put these towels on the regions you are comfortable covering, we can start with the first part of the ritual.”

Before you can say anything, he quickly skips outside the room and closes the door. 

Upon closer inspection, the clothed drawers are filing cabinets with tablecloths hung over them. You can tell they are filing cabinets due to the metal handles of each drawer clearly poking out from the thin cloth. Regardless, they are way too tall to be regular furniture. What a relaxing choice. 

The towels he gave you are scratchy and cheap feeling. Reigen’s clients are put through the wringer. 

You position yourself on the massage table face down, waiting for Reigen to enter. After a few moments, you hear a gentle knock on the door.

“Oi, I’m coming in. You decent?” You invite him in, and he slowly opens the door. Although you can’t see him, you notice the slight pause in the creak of the door when he sets his eyes on your naked body. 

“Did you… forget I gave you towels?” 

“I did immediately after feeling them. You should get better ones.”

“Noted.”

He fully steps in and shuts the door swiftly, briefly shuffling around the room and opening drawers around you.

With that, Reigen begins his ‘ritual,’ dosing the room in bright, lovely scents of incense and methodically lighting some candles around the room on drawers and shelves. The LED lights above you dim, but the candles adorning the room's edges and shelves keep it light enough to see. It’s almost romantic with how he’s set it up—is what you’re enticed to say if it wasn’t Reigen.

He begins the first step, what he calls prepping the skin. He reaches into a small box filled with freshly steamed washcloths and takes a few off the top row. Coming to your side, he gently rings out the cloth. He unfolds it before placing the washcloth on your skin, which he explains will free your skin of dirt or grime before continuing. The warmth of the steamed towel against you feels comforting; even the quality of the washcloth is better than the other ones. 

“While I do this, are there any particular muscle groups that tend to bother you throughout the day?”

“Yeah, my shoulders and hamstrings are typically the most sore. Pretty much on the daily. It's annoying.”

“Say no more. I have just the thing.”

He walks to the other side of the room outside your vision, and you hear shifts of different fabrics. You wonder what he’s up to but are positive you'll find out soon enough. He comes back to your side. 

“This will be hot, just to warn you. I will put these on the areas you said you struggle with most.

When you consent, you feel thick, hot pads press against both shoulders, followed by some weighted hot pads on the back of your legs right under your butt. The sensation is dazzling. 

“Ahhhh…” You sigh in pleasure at the sensation.

“Heh, feels nice, right?

“Yes.” You languidly sigh. You let your approval linger out of your mouth as you completely relax on the table. You can feel the aching soreness of your legs and shoulders slowly melt away from the pads. 

The washcloths and hot pads are removed from your skin, leaving your body feeling chilled from the air yet relaxed enough not to care. 

You hear the sounds of oily fluid as Reigen gently rocks a bottle of oil in his hand. It's the perfect temperature when you feel a liberal line of oil pour down your back and legs. Reigen puts the bottle down and spreads the amount evenly down the skin. He moves to your legs next, gently applying the liquid from the skin right under your ass to the hinge of your leg. 

Then, Reigen begins his massage. His hands connect to your shoulders as he starts to work his magic. 

His hands palm into your shoulders, rubbing with varying levels of force to slowly break down the tension that has built over the years.  He starts with a slow pace that gently travels down each muscle of your back and up. From the shoulders to the laterals, to the spine, the fatigue of each knot looses up.

“Man, you should do this to my whole body.”

“Woah, now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. This is a free service, after all. I’m concentrating on the most cursed parts today.”

He leads into a staccato of firm tapping next, traveling up and down the length of your back with vigor. He uses the sides of his hands in a hacking motion in rapid percussion. Your body gently shakes to and fro from the technique.

From there, he focuses on specific muscles again with his thumbs applying the pressure. On each area, he rubs both sides with his thumbs in a sweeping motion, bringing the skin together vertically before firmly spreading them out. You groan into each touch.

You can now fully say you know what those hands do. They do wonders. 

More than that, though. You begin to wonder about other places Reigen could massage. 

Almost on queue, the psychic’s hands then travel to the fat of your thighs, gently kneading them from the hinge to the hamstring, catering your lower body muscles to a personalized experience. Reigen’s thumbs travel right under the fat of your ass to massage before pausing. 

“Oh, man. Your pectineus muscles are really tight. No wonder your thighs ache—I mean, the spirits have really been eating you up!”

“Is that what it is?”

“Really, though, this needs to be addressed.”

He begins doing the same steps he did with your back muscles to the precise spots he needs to loosen right under your ass. Just as in the last areas, the tension release of your muscles feels phenomenal. The hot pads have already relieved enough, but his hand movements solidify that you’ll walk away feeling pure refreshment. 

His hands start moving outside your pectineus muscles now until he finds one specific spot he cannot ignore. 

“Hold on. Your adductors are worse than the rest! What did you even do to make them this bad?”

“Well, I do have a desk job.”

Reigen turns on his heel and walks over to your face, squatting down and matching your eye level.

“This is unheard of at Spirits and Such. You have the worst kind of spirit affecting you!” He starts waving hand motions faster than Mach-5, stopping with his pointer finger lifted toward you. “You have an adductor spirit.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard today!”

“Hey, now! This subject is serious and certainly must be treated. Don’t worry. As a psychic, I can rid you of any spirits for good until you need to come back for more, which includes a 20% discount!”

“Yeah, yeah. I getcha. Do what you need to.”

“With pleasure,” He promptly stands back up. He turned back to his target before meekly placing his hand back on the inside of your thigh. 

“To complete this procedure… I need you to spread your legs for me.”

“Oh, okay.” Heat fills your face, but you do your best not to outwardly express how his words got to you. Slowly, you do what you’re told.

Without a beat, he leans forward to massage your inner thigh, dragging his fingers from the area down to your knee before lifting his fingers and repeating the process. He begins his massage technique with his thumbs to add more pressure, dragging downward to reach the skin behind your knee. 

He slowly drags your skin one more time before stopping, gently putting his thumbs back on the muscle instead moving upwards to your butt. More importantly, your now aching cunt. 

You squeak a little when you feel his direction change, overcome with embarrassment when Reigen's hands are slightly taken aback by your noise. 

“Are you okay?” He says, leaning over to peer at your covered face.

The surprise of his movements was alluring to you that you didn’t feel right to keep your thoughts in anymore. 

You just need him.

“Please, put your mouth on it.” You whisper to him.

There is silence in the air, the thought of what will come dancing in your head like a never-ending routine. He removes his hands from your skin.

“This is a massage, remember? Why would I use my mouth… if massages require hands?” 

You get up and fully face Reigen, who looks back at you bewildered and mere inches away. You genuinely couldn’t tell if he was serious or not. There is no fucking way he would be serious, right? 

Something clicks, however. “Holy shit.” You think out loud, putting the pieces together.

You turn your head to him, mouth agape, staring at this blonde-haired rat. You see it now: Reigen has been in work mode this whole time. He tilts his head in confusion and leans forward. “What’s up? Is there something you want to tell me?”

“I cannot believe you… you know what?”

“What?”

Instead of using words to tell him what you mean, you sit up, reach for his tie, and pull him towards you. His lips crash against yours. His eyes stay wide open momentarily as he registers what is happening before swiftly returning the kiss. 

It’s heavy and hot from your end. You muster all the courage to not rip his clothes off now. Still, you refrain, eventually letting his tie go and pulling away, “You understand now, right?” You ask in slight annoyance, feeling a little embarrassed at your behavior. Your blatant skin exposure right in front of Reigen certainly is not helping. 

The dots begin to connect as Reigen further peers onto your shocked face, his demeanor suddenly freezing as he suddenly releases his hand from your skin and opens his mouth in a perfect O. Stunned, his eyes widen in surprise as he processes what just happened–and what it means . Reigen breaks into a teasing smile, his surprise quickly turning into amusement.

"Well, that's certainly a way to make a point."

He looks down at your naked body, realizing who is before him and where he has seen this body before. More importantly, how your body made him feel before. How the supple skin felt in his hands touched the same as before. How you fit into him that night. The angelic sounds and things you whispered to him on that night. As his mind wanders, the blood used to power his ever-working thoughts travels straight to his pants. His face contorted in lust, breaking the pause he inevitably created.

"Is this your new negotiation tactic? Because I have to admit, it's effective. But it would’ve been as good if you had told me.” Reigen glistens.

“Have we been in the same room all this time? I literally told you to put your mouth on me. What could be more obvious?” 

He puts his hand on his chin and thinks for a moment. “Touche.” He admits. “But hey, it’s not you or anything! Honestly, I think you’re the one person to snap me out of it like this…”

“What, your work mode?”

“Exactly.” He agrees. He pauses, slowly amping the atmosphere with solid gazes across your figure. “You really know how to bring out the naughty side of me, don’t you?” 

Your cheeks flush as they meet Reigen's gaze, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as he slowly glides his fingers up and down your skin. With a glint of mischief, you reply, "And you have no idea how much I enjoy seeing that side of you. I’m sure not many have seen it.”

Reigen scoffs at the fact you insinuate that he gets no maidens. “Why don’t we continue?” Reigen asks, leaning into your ear and whispering, “Can I-” Reigen pauses momentarily to clear his throat after a slight voice crack. Music to your ears. “Can I touch you?” He asks.

“Um, you’ve been touching me.”

“Well, you know what I mean!” Reigen huffs, waving his hands around, trying to brush your teases off.

You roll your eyes playfully, inviting the man before you, “Yes, Reigen, of course you can touch me.” You find his need to ask for permission endearing, especially since you know that anything he could ask of you, you’d probably do. You look back at him when you realize the slight embarrassment on his face as he looks back at you with a pursed lip. 

“It’s cute when you get annoyed.” You comment, only making him shake his head and turn away. He sighs in an overdramatic fashion and collects himself. Only a blush and smug attitude is left. 

The massage continues again, this time with a more seductive tension in the air, as well as a focused massage to your buttocks and thighs. You sigh in delight, feeling your pleasure form differently.

“You are way too good at this.” You say as softly as your throat can coax out.

“And you…” He sighs, “You sound beautiful,” He glides his hand up to your inner thigh, “You know that?”

You blush, completely hiding your face in your arms, ignoring his comment. 

“Oh? Did you not hear me?” He says.

“You’re too… ah!” Your back arches up from the contact of his hand smacking your ass. You bite your lip and squirm your legs as you whine in protest.

“Dunno if you heard it the first time, but you look amazing. I’ve always thought that, y’know,” He blows out another long-paced sigh. “The good thing is I don’t have to imagine you again; after all, you’re right here, ready for me, huh?” His fingers sweep up your pussylips, earning a moan from you in response. 

“Stop buttering me up when you know I’m already…”

“Already, what? Hmmm?” 

“I need you, Reigen.” 

You look up at him to see he’s looking down at you with a smirk. “Say no more.” He whispers with a teasing grin. Reigen already knew what you’d say from the start.

“I won’t if you keep up that attitude, idiot.”

“Tough talk for someone naked and vulnerable.” He delivers you another light slap, causing your feet to kick up. Reigen stifles a laugh. 

He leans over your frame. Slowly soaking up the sight before him. He leans down to your ear, slow enough to keep your mind spinning, and sighs onto the skin of your nape.

“Y’know, you’re pretty relentless.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that, psychic?”

“See, I’m trying to be all sexy AND consensual, and you just don’t give.” Reigen smacks your ass when he says this, earning a guttural gasp out of you.  “I mean, what can a fella do to get some respect around here?”

“I think fucking me can be a good start.”

“After all I’ve done for you? You might have to ask me nicely if you want me to consider it.” Reigen's voice tilts in a taunting tone, almost egging you on.

Your pride wants to keep you from giving him what he wants. But you really like him, and there’s something else in mind that could keep the ball rolling while wiping that demeaning smirk off his face.

You spring into action, leaping off the table and kneeling before a now-surprised Reigen. You are met with a prominent bulge in his pants. You feel him tense up as he steps back, pushing him from the table to the wall. Suddenly, you palm his erection to earn an ethereal groan from the blonde. 

“You treated me with head last time. Why don’t I return the favor now?”

 “I mean, I’m not complaining.” Reigen tries to collect himself, rolling his eyes with a faux smile that screams, ‘I’m too cool to be this worked up over you.’ He shrugs, giving in to your wishes.

Immediately, his suave words devolve into periodic sighs as you slowly work on freeing his erection. You shimmy him out of his belt and suit pants and pull down his boxers enough for his dick to jump out and land on your forehead. Reigen snorts and covers his mouth. 

“How’s the view, princess?”

“Just fine, actually, thank you.” Be it pride or annoyance at rat boy, you immediately stuff his cock into the gummy confines of your throat. 

Reigen huffs into his mouth, trying to play it off as a yawn but quickly realizing both of you know what it is.

You bob up and down his dick, using your tongue and the roof of your mouth to create divine pressure on the shaft as you suck hard at the end before jamming the rest back in your mouth.

“Wow. You look really good doing that.” Reigen has a dark blush dusted on his face as he covers his mouth. You look up at him and plunge himself deeper down your throat, eyes seductive. 

You take your hand that doesn’t aid in pumping Reigen's member and start to caress his balls. His hands jerk around from this, immediately resting a hand on your head to play with your hair and guide your pace. 

His hand is gentle, but you can tell he’s holding back the pressure he wants. You slide his head out of your mouth, creating a delicious pop from its exit. 

Before you can say anything, he pipes up, “Shit, I overstepped. I don’t have to move your head if you don’t want me to.”

Your face heats up from the words of a gentleman despite wishing for the complete opposite.

“Actually, I wanted you to do more. You don’t have to hold back. I like it.”

Reigen blinks at you, barely believing your words. He feels like he’s lucked out on you. “Man. Well, if you say so.” 

He grabs a handful of your hair and guides you back to the post you desperately crave. 

His grip on you has you moaning into the touch, a perk that he cannot deny he likes. You want more now, and you can’t back down.

You ready yourself for his member before quickly stuffing your throat once more. You feel the hard tip protruding into the depths of your throat, trying not to gag at the sheer length in fear this is the best way to take him. Slowly, you accept the last couple inches of him in your mouth until your nose is scrunched up to his stomach, kissing the hint of a happy trail. 

You bob back up all the way just until Reigens cock is about to fall from your mouth until you stuff it all again, relaxing your throat as best you can to retake him.

Then again, and again, and again. 

You develop a steady pace of gulping Reigen’s entire shaft until you feel a second hand, this time reluctantly pumping the brakes on your relentless pace. You look up at the man before you in an almost innocent confusion.

“Those eyes, I can’t take you anymore.” He groans into your touch moments before gently pulling your hair to release himself from your mouth.

“I can close them then.” You say, closing your eyes without a beat and a smile.

“No-hah, I’m gonna need a time-out. You are way too good at that. I don’t want to tap out early for you.” He dramatically sinks to the floor with the wobble of his knees and lowers himself to your level with both hands on your shoulders. He leans on you, catching his breath and sweating freely. You swipe some off of his forehead.

“I’m game for either. As long as I can repay the care you used on me.” To stop him from answering your rather heartfelt sentiment, you lean him back up to kiss him. His tongue swirls with yours, indirectly tasting himself.

After catching his breath, he breaks the kiss, leans forward to meet your height, and whispers in your ear, “If you don’t mind, why not bend over this time? There's a pretty sturdy massage table behind you, in case you didn't notice.” 

“Wow, I’m somehow surprised it’s sturdy. The other furniture in this place seems to be deteriorating on the spot.”

His mouth forms an irritated smirk for the comment. “Are you trying to stop me from fucking you or not? Seems like a no to me right now with that attitude.”

You ignore his comment, knocking on the legs of the massage table. “Yeah, it probably wouldn’t break it, to be honest. Seems like real wood under here.”

“Shit, I got some wood now.” You turn to Reigen, discovering the now aching cock. “I wonder who will give first.”

”And the man has jokes. Bad ones at that.”

He looks up to see the cringe you have on your face. He sighs, “Jeez, tough crowd.”

“Even tougher to leave you hanging.” You touch his erect penis, now trembling with the stimulation from earlier and beads of precum. You lean into him, “Why don’t we change that?” 

You pump him a few times, to his relief, before separating and bringing him back to the table. He taps your hips and bows, hand gesturing towards the table. “After you, then.”

You reach the table, feeling a flat hand on your back as Reigen helps you bend over, revealing your damp pussy to him that glistens from the candlelight. He leans into your hips, curling his fingers into the curve of your pelvic bone, rubbing his thumbs against the soft skin, and readying himself for an entrance. 

“Can I?” Reigen whispers in your ear.

”Yes. Please, Reigen.” 

“I know it will fit already,” He uses his fingers to swipe up and down your slit painfully slow, collecting some of the wetness of your cunt before spitting in his hand and pumping the liquids on himself. He taps himself on the small of your back as if knocking at an entrance before opening it.  “I’m just surprised that it can in the first place.”

“Cut me some slack. I’m not that fragile.”

“Of course not. Just,” Reigen applies pressure to the head of his cock to your entrance. “You’re fucking tight.”

Instantly, your entrance succumbs to the pressure, welcoming his tip inside and enveloping him. You sigh together in harmony as he slowly inches into you,  stretching yourself out to perfectly accommodate him.

You arch yourself into him from the mouthwatering sensations before you feel his hand once more press onto your back and guide you back onto the table.

“I thought we wanted you to bend over.” His finger taps on the skin of your back, playfully reminding you to say still for him.

“That’s hard to do when you, hahhh,” He slides more of his cock inside of you, which you can’t help but whimper from.

“Hah, shit. And still so good. All for me?”

“Of course… just take it already.” The words sound embarrassing coming out of your mouth, your face growing hot as the words emerge from your lips. Reigen seems to notice this and kisses you for validation. For potential psychic he can really read the room like one.

“Don’t mind if I do.” He says with a strained voice and cheeky grin. No matter how much he tries to feign a laid-back attitude in front of you, you can quickly tell Reigen Arataka is going crazy for your pussy. 

“I’ve waited for this, after all.” Reigen adds, kissing down your back before moving again.

You moan in response as he slowly rocks his hips into you, fully stretching every crevice he can touch. 

The table is sturdy under you, your tits and stomach pressed firmly against the leather that cements you to the position, unable to move and only able to take his cock entirely. 

He pushes into you to a hilt, not a moment until he begins his slow descent out. The blissful pain of him filling you up is taken away as he pulls back out, only having you beg for more of his touch. You don’t vocalize it, however, as the emptiness of him pulling out is suddenly replaced with him sliding back in. You can’t help but bend over entirely over the table. The way you’re positioned, your toes are barely touching the floor.

He begins a steady pace of rocking back and forth, grabbing onto your hips for constant support. 

“The view is great, by the way.” Reigen gives a sigh that defines long and sensual, using his thumb to lightly brush the thickness of your ass. 

“Shut up. Hah.” You can’t help but whine as he steadily rocks deeper into your cunt.

“No way,” He whistles, “Not when you’re under me like this.”

His pace quickens, causing your ass to arch into him; gradually, the sensual air is replaced with hot noises and pants from both of you. 

From you, the never-ending symphony of stifled moans and sighs and the melody of his name exiting your tongue. With the roll of his hips that hit just right, it’s enough to steal curses from your mouth as you try to keep your voice down.

From him, the sweat drops dripping off his forehead and landing not so gracefully onto you, the sound of his hands gripping the oiled skin of your hips, sometimes slipping away from the lack of friction, making squelching sounds from your oil and his sweat. He is so thankful that your back is already so oily from the massage that you haven’t noticed his sweaty palms.

Nothing between you two, however, is louder than the melding of your sexes dripping together and making as one, creating that oh-so-delicious feeling both of you chase. It comes and flows like a glorious tidal wave that you ride together. Helping each other reach that point is the goal now. 

You feel yourself teeter over the edge, moaning now past a limit you can’t control. You let yourself go, now being louder than before.

“That feels so good. Fuck!”

His hands reach out from behind you and clamp over your mouth, trying to quiet you down, accidentally burying his cock even more, causing you to scream in his grasp. 

“Jeez, you’re loud!” Reigen says between huffs. “Hah, you’re gonna let all my office neighbors know what we’re doing. Shit.” 

Suddenly, his nails rake down your back as he rams into you in deep strokes, the sensations causing your pussy to grip and create heinous squelching sounds that connect your sexes together. 

“Please,” You slur helplessly, “Please do that again–ngh. That feels so fucking good.”

“What a dirty girl. Only if you quiet down.”

“I will, please. Mm, please.”

A relentless hand snakes to the nape of your neck as nails latch on, slowly and painfully descending down your glistening skin. You can’t help but moan at the pleasure that the pain brings you. 

It makes you crave more of him that it’s unbearable. You need more.

“Hold on.” 

You gently loosen yourself from his grasp, turning from your belly to your side as he pulls out. You see his face. His face looks angelic, sweat glistening under the candlelight and hair sticking to his forehead. 

“I want to see your face… please.”

“That makes two of us.” Reigen replies.

He dives onto your chest, slowly kissing and sucking on the skin between your tits before darting to your nipples.

Your hand reaches for his golden hair, the pads of your fingers grazing his scalp as you grab a bundle of his hair. He moans your name out loud as he tastes your skin. 

“Shit, Reigen.”

He lifts up his head, mouth wet from his escapade. You reach out to him and wipe the corner of his lips. His tongue runs over his teeth as it forms into a smile.

His hand lifts up to cup your face as he hastily travels his lips to yours, immediately engaging in a wet, hot kiss. 

You feel him line up to your entrance again, pushing in with enough force to stop your mouth from dancing against Reigen’s. The sensation of being filled up once more, as Reigen’s sensation of being inside of you, causes a shared sigh of pleasure you exchange as your foreheads touch together. 

“I want to try something.” Reigen reaches for your leg closest to him and puts it over his shoulder.

“Hah! Do you want to stretch me out more?

He shrugs with a smile. “It’s only natural. It’s what I do.”

“Yeah? I thought it was ‘curse dispelling’?” 

He blows a raspberry at you, brushing your hair away from your glistened forehead. “Potato, potahto. It’ll help your hamstrings, probably. Is that okay?”

Of course it is. You express you consent once again.

Your eyes flutter shut as he begins pumping in and out of you again. You whip your head back against the table now, the indescribable stretch of your leg now letting him pump into you deeper. You bite your lip at the sensation that makes you feel so delirious. 

You lift you head to look up at him when you feel more in control of yourself. That’s when you catch a beautiful sight.

His chin is tucked into his chest as his gaze is fixated on your sexes, almost salivating at the scene before him. Reigen’s eyes are so hypnotized by the scene before him that it barely feels real. His huffs vibrate onto your clit, and you twitch forward to him when he gets a demonic idea. 

One hand grips your pelvis while the other snakes up to start playing with your clit. Reigen’s thumb rubs you in gentle circles that devolve into firm brushes. You gasp and start squirming, feeling you reach your limit. You can’t contain it anymore, not with that gaze Reigen holds on your pussy, and certainly not with his stimulation on your clit. 

“Arataka, please.” You let out a lustful noise that fills the small room. 

The call of his name snaps him out of his stupor, connecting his gaze to yours.

He sees your brows knitting together, saliva escaping your mouth from pure pleasure, the culmination of the oil and heat of you two in such a tiny room that starts to stick on your sweet skin. The tears prick the watery ducts of your eyes that look back at you…

And you call his name once more. 

Arataka…

It’s almost a whisper as you try to hold back your voice from reaching outside the office. But you accomplished your need to have his focus. The gaze you share with Reigen tells him your needs, your wants. The need to cum, and the want to have it now.

Just like you, he can’t take it anymore to hold back these needs. He needs to be closer to you. 

His hand reaches your neck, lightly holding it as he connects your lips in a needy kiss. You can’t contain yourself any longer now, especially from him leaning forward to kiss you, leg still propped on his shoulder as his cock hammered into you. You can’t help but moan louder.

The pulse of your pussy clamping down on him is more apparent than ever and has his head dizzying. His grip on reality weakens. “Keep it down– fuck. ” Reigen groans into your mouth. 

You kiss him back in response. Tongues connect just to disconnect and repeat in cycles. You grab onto his wrist, still holding your neck as you coil into a new wave of pleasure. All you can do is take everything Reigen gives you and keep your volume to a minimum.

But how could you? When Reigen kisses you like this and holds you so sensually, even if his dick feeds into you like a monster, he is so purposeful with each movement. So caring yet confident, so needy, as are you. You pant and stifle yourself, but barely to any avail. Anyone within the hall outside of the rooms—maybe even the floors above and below—has caught wind at this point from the music you have made. Reigen has learned this too with time.

As you thought, it’s over for him now; the last breach of rules he wants to enforce breaks his inhibitions as his orgasm starts to creep up. Immediately, he removes his hand from your body, locking his hands against the table and rutting into your bent figure further. 

“Shit. I don’t care at this point. I need you.” He whispers in your ear so close you arch your ass, opening your pussy to be drilled in deeper. His pants in your ear dampened the skin around it, earning another heavenly, albeit louder, moan out of you. 

“Please, don’t say those things–I can’t,” You moan and throw your head back onto the table. “I can’t hold back anymore.”

Slap!

Your pleas are met with a sharp hand on your ass, causing you to squirm around his cock in pleasure. His pace is ruthless now, and you grip your hands on the edge of the table he’s religiously fusing into you. 

“Don’t hold it back anymore. I don’t care who hears now.” He leans into you again. “Make them know how you feel.” Slap! “Let them know how I’m making you feel.”

This pressure is too much to not start your build-up on. 

Reigen takes your ankle and pushes it up hard . It causes him to excel past areas he hasn't reached yet, pounding onto your cervix. You tense up from the overwhelming stimulation that comes from each pump. 

“Reigen, I’m-I’m gonna-”

“Yeah, haaah. Me too.” 

He crouches over you, gripping your flesh harder than ever as he rams into you faster, rolling every shape he can think over your clit, causing you to clamp onto him more and build both of you up. 

You sputter words and moans as your core starts to wind up in white-hot pleasure. 

You both stare into each other’s eyes, faces contorted in pleasure, until you know it’s time.

You throw your head back as if you wanted to completely rearrange the placement of your spine. You scream out as if you were in agony, only for you to feel complete overwhelming pleasure course throughout your body in never-ending waves until your scream forms into one of complete silence. Your voice is lost from you, yet you continue to latch onto Reigen and dig your nails into him as you shake uncontrollably.

He pulls out of you in swift force and cums onto your stomach, giving one last groan as he milks every bit out. You continue to jitter under him from his length, exiting you along with the after-effects of your orgasm. You join his groans as the sensation of his hot cum covers your stomach.

You see his disheveled hair sticking into his sweat-covered face as his chest heaves out and in to collect himself. He looks back at you with a tired expression, very relieved of his release, and you are with yours. He leans forward and grabs your face for a passionate kiss. You fully turn towards him to deepen it.

“That whole massage session was for nothing. I know I’m gonna wake up sore from you tomorrow.” You wince, trying to straighten your back out, being met with the pain. 

“Shoot, I can fix you up tomorrow if you want.” 

Before you ask what he’s implying, you start sliding off the table before he stops you.

“Wait a minute. I gotta clean you up first before anything else!” He perks up and turns toward the door.

You giggle at the kind gesture. Reigen maneuvers out of the room, holding out his cum-covered hand to not touch anything, and uses his elbow to push down the handle and slip out. 

He returns with a towel, clean hands, and a new item carded between his middle and pointer. “By the way, I think we should be more acquainted now that we’ve sorted that whole mess out earlier.”

You take the card while he wipes you down, seeing the digits written on the paper, and look at him with a flirtatious smirk and blush across your face.

“Are you always this brazen with people close to you?”

“You can either take it or leave it.” He huffs, “It comes with the territory.” He gestures to himself after annunciating territory.

“Somehow, I am fine with that.” You playfully respond. Lightly thumbing the card's end, you subconsciously try to memorize the phone number Reigen gave you. You lift your head to look back at him.

“That means I can get some more curse-dispelling services of yours for free, right?”

Reigen studies your face. You look back at him with a genuine smile. Those amber eyes continue to captivate him. He lifts a brow and looks you up and down.

“Depends. Are you feeling cursed again at this very moment?”

“Wow, on second thought, I might be feeling exactly that.” You start to fan yourself as if suffering instant heat exhaustion. “Gosh, Reigen. You may have to help me against this massage table one more time.”

“With pleasure, pretty girl.”

The card and towel are swiftly tossed to the side as you collide again, certainly with the remembrance that this will be the first time together of the many to come. 

[arabaka]

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ sfw. serizawa katsuya x afab!reader. 1.6 words. while i don't mind ageless/minors interacting with my sfw posts, do NOT follow if you do not have your age in bio.

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. author's note ⤸ wowie this has been in my drafts for a thousand years so i thought, why not post <3 i do have a chapter 2 of sorts, just need to polish it up! thank you for reading <3

He never used to do this…

Play video games online, that is.

Serizawa Katsuya had long preferred games of the retro persuasion; they were a familiar comfort, much like a security blanket. For so long, he’d only known a controller with a single stick and two buttons and that had been enough for him. It still is, most days. But that all changed when he found a new reason to turn to his desktop computer, the one he saved up every 1-yen coin for from his job working for Reigen.

But it wasn’t the graphics of new age games that kept him coming back. It wasn’t the carousel of variety that got his chair rolling and his PC buzzing. No, it was never something– it was someone.

Now he knows your name but your username used to come first. It was how Serizawa met you after all, when he was still a complete and total noob to the pixel MMORPG you’ve frequented since day one. 

And like most things, your friendship with Serizawa happened by chance. You were helping a buddy out, shepherding them if you will because after all, they were trying the game out because of your incessant begging and pleading. You needed another person in your group after all, a certain raid requirement wouldn’t let you participate otherwise and you’d much rather go in with a group of friends than some randos that might steal all your loot in the end.

Serizawa just happened to be in your party when playing as a duo through the tutorial. After you tore down the first boss, an aquamarine monster made of slimy goo, Serizawa had typed an innocuous question in the main chat.

『 How do I equip the armor? 』

And you weren’t about to ignore the help of someone trying the game out for the first time. So what started as casual advice turned into a friend request popping in your inbox… Then spontaneous meet-ups…

『 Hey Gyudon-san! Are you going to be playing for long? 』

『 Hello! Yes, I have an hour. 』

『 Want to play together? 』

『 Yes! Thank you! 』

Turned into repeat plans…

『 Gyudon! I have a day off tomorrow, want to play? 』

『 Yes! That would be fun. I have night school but we can play after. 』

『 How are your studies going? Don’t play if you have a lot of work! Education comes first :p 』

『 No, not a lot. I want to play with you! 』

Which then led to chatting outside the game…

『 Gyudon-san, do you use LINE? 』

『 Yes, but mostly for schoolwork... 』

『 We should add each other! 』

『 Okay! 』

… And that’s when you learn his name for the first time. Serizawa Katsuya. The discoveries wouldn’t stop there; with the game no longer a crutch for communication, your conversations became a staple for having a good day. Good morning texts, good night texts. You messaged him when you saw something that reminded you of him, things that went beyond your shared interest in video games. He was so kind, you could feel his warmth over the phone even from simple messages; you have so many of them saved because sometimes, you need a pick me up from the man in particular. When you are on your phone with a smile that makes the apples of your cheeks glow, more often than not it’s because of him.

“You so like him.” One of your friends tells you one day over a bowl of ramen and they just know that it isn’t the steam rising from the broth that’s making your face clammy all of a sudden.

“He’s just– He’s a really good guy! Can’t I have friends?” You remark, stuffing your face with noodles and slurping loud enough to hopefully drown out the teasing that would soon follow. But you know they’re right. Who else do you think of when the lights are off and you’re left to ruminate in your bed, the mattress seeming larger and emptier as the days go by? Who else are you always looking forward to calling, even though phone calls aren’t really your thing? How many times have you looked up train tickets and times for Seasoning City, only to click back with your heart thumping in your eardrums?

“Don’t you want something more?” The words bounce off the walls in your head long after you say goodbye to your friend. 

Don’t you want something more? 

You can practically see the words when you close your eyes as you try to go to sleep but it’s deep into the night already and you’ve been tossing and turning for hours now. You stuff a groan into a pillow, cramming your face in the plush to silence the sounds even though you live alone. You groan because… you do want something more.

But does he?

You don’t know if you can live like this. Pining is one thing, something you’ve apparently been doing all this time (and you’ve known, god you’ve known but coming to stare it blank in the face is making your heart stutter at a pace that makes your chest cavity feel like it’s going to break at the seams if you’re not careful) but living in a shadow of doubt makes you feel even worse. 

“So that’s it,” You grumble into the pillow, “I gotta do it.” The pillow wilts in your arms from all the tight squeezing, the sheet blotted with a few drops of frustration straight from your scrunched up eyes. You grab your phone– no, you’re not doing it now but you figure, since you’re already going down this path, you might as well soothe yourself by rereading some of his messages from earlier.

Only, when you go into your chat history with Serizawa, you see three little dots greeting you from the dimmed screen. 

�� I can’t sleep… I hope you’re resting well.

Your thumb jitters on the screen, your last swallow lodged in your throat as you read the message. 

🗨 Same here. 

That’s it? That’s all you can come up with? You don’t want the conversation to die here so you’re flipping through conversation notecards in your brain, chiding yourself for not having anything to say when suddenly, you get another message.

🗨 Would you like to talk on the phone?

You say yes. Your stomach bounces, fraught with nerves, but you say yes. And when you answer, you don’t see the face of your phone until hours later when the sun’s already come up and a new day’s begun. 

“I didn’t realize what time it was… Sorry…” Serizawa sheepishly apologies and you swear you hear him stifle a yawn at the tailend of his words. Cute.

“No, no– it’s okay! Talking with you always makes my day… Night. Day and night?” You stumble over your words but it seems to charm him nonetheless, Serizawa’s soft laughter a gift to your ears. You wish you could hear it in person.

“I– I feel the same.” He briskly coughs, almost like he’s working himself up to something, “I– I was going to ask you… My last week of school is coming up. My friends want to have dinner and I– I was wondering if–”

Your shirt wrinkles in your balled up fist, trying as you might to still the beating of your heart but failing.

“If you would like to come? Y-You don’t have to, of course!”

“I’d love to!” You blurt out, incapable of keeping your lips in an airtight seal for any longer. “J-Just tell me the date!”

And he does– it’s in two weeks, which feels like so much time and not enough all at once. You put him on speakerphone, smiling all the while as he scrambles for the right words; is he as worked up about this as you are? You’re already on the shuttle website, looking at the price of tickets, debating on buying them early just because you can. 

“... It’s going to be a lot of fun, you’ll like my friends,” Serizawa’s voice drifts back to focus, “and I’ve… Told them about you too.” He’s blushing, glad that you can’t see the red painted across his cheeks. 

Your grip wobbles, phone nearly falling on your face when you gasp, “You have?!” 

“A-Ah, should I not–”

“No, no! I’m – I’m happy you have! I’ve talked about you to my friends too… Besides the ones we play with…” How is it already 7 AM? “Hey, you don’t have to go to work or anything do you?” 

You hear him yelp, “I-I do! I have work! I gotta go! Sorry!” 

How can somebody sound cute even when they’re panicked? How smitten with this man are you? “Go, go, go! Talk to you later, Serizawa-kun!” 

The phone line ends. You wish it didn’t. You already miss him. You blink, your retinas burning from the lack of sleep, your lids suddenly so heavy you can’t help but… Close them for just a little bit…

And when you wake up – is that really the time? – you’re greeted with a flurry of notifications but the only one you really care about is the message from Serizawa.

🗨 Very tired at work but I am glad we got to talk. I hope we can do it again sometime. 

Sometime would end up being an understatement. You go a day, tops two without talking over the phone, the next few times coupled with alerts that remind you to GO TO SLEEP because otherwise… You’ll end up repeating a sleepless night and as cute as Serizawa’s eye bags were (he’d sent you a selfie for the first time that week, which you stared at for an amount of time you are still too embarrassed to utter aloud), you weren’t about to make them worse… Though you were tempted.

And so was he.

[quirkle2]

Id looooove to see your take on the mogami arc…. you write so well :’] Your fics are some of the few I’ll continuously go back to reread and gush over from how well it’s written.

WAUGHHH TY ,, ur actually in luck bc im writing a fic about the direct aftermath of mogami arc Right Now <3 has my own interpretation of it in there to give it a lil spice. here's some fun wip snippets if u want em (animal death mention!):

His father unravels his arms around him when he moves away, and Shigeo all but dives for his brother. Arms dart underneath to catch him, to gather him up when he spills through the gaps of his fingers like water, and Shigeo pours into Ritsu’s arms and ripples there, unsteady and whirlpooling.

-

She needs to let go of his wrist. It hurts—he knows she’s not pressing hard, or pulling at all, or doing anything to make it hurt, but it hurts, and it goes beyond the flesh and hits bone marrow with its density. He thinks of getting tugged by the wrist against his will, shoved down the sidewalk, forced down an alleyway that smelled like copper and cat urine. He thinks of getting manhandled over the edge of the school roof, his life and his body dangling over the precipice by nothing but his arm and one of the stronger kids who’s laugh sounded like wasps buzzing. She needs to let go of his wrist. He stares at where their skin touches and swallows down the bile rising in his throat. “Please—” “I don’t know how I feel about you keeping that job, honey. Reigen’s been testing your curfew and now this—” "Please let go of me,” he whispers.

-

He’d felt bad trying to eavesdrop, but his brother had been crying—had been sobbing—for the first time in five years, and his aura felt hunted. It had pulled his heartstrings to see somebody that was so okay just that morning suddenly come home hours later, desperate for comfort, with an aura that felt like it’d been mangled by teeth. He wanted to study the teeth marks, and identify the animal. He wanted to know what could’ve possibly occurred to make his brother look at him and crumble like that. He wanted to know what could’ve possibly occurred to make his brother say I missed you like that, when they’d seen each other just that morning.

-

"Those kids don’t actually care about you at all, understand?! They’re just having fun mocking someone as wimpy as you!” He’s familiar with rage. He’s felt it plenty, and volcanically. But this is something different. This is something cold, and still. Still is not a word he associates with rage, and yet it works perfectly here—the cells in his mind feel numb with how much of it there is, overdosed beyond functioning and flat on the seabed of his pressurized skull. It feels like he’s sinking his canines into ice, the way an ugly slate grey shoots up the nerves in his face. His knuckles ache with his chest, and it takes everything in him to not snarl his response. “Nobody’s mocking me. And I’m not as gullible as you think.”

[twinkle-art]

since you talked about sho's relationship with toichiro after the last comic, I'm curious about your takes on serizawa's relationship with him now (if you want to share)

ohhhhhhh boy do i ever have takes on what was going on there. for everyone's sake i'm just going to try to keep it to what my reading of the actual text is so. this is. that

the most surface-level observation that i think needs to be made here is that serizawa OBVIOUSLY adored him. he thought extremely highly of him and valued his words accordingly. 

i get why people tend to gloss over this part but. it’s incredibly overt and i think it does his character a disservice to ignore that he was both victimized by touichirou and complicit in a lot of what he did. he had his reservations and doubts about claw’s intentions from the beginning on account of Having A Moral Compass, so the number one thing that kept him in line was that touichirou had him completely wrapped around his finger. notably, it wasn’t through threat or overt coercion, but because he preyed on his desperation to feel seen and needed.

(a slightly more nuanced take on this facet of their dynamic is that while fear WAS a relevant component, i really, really don’t think serizawa was ever made to be scared of touichirou in the context of his capacity for violence prior to wd arc, and think that would’ve been counterintuitive to the particular way he went about manipulating him. he WAS, however, scared of returning to his life as a shut-in, and since he didn’t see any options for himself besides that and his dependency on him, it was in touichirou’s best interest to allow that fear to fester)

and.. at the risk of sounding like i’m playing devil’s advocate.. it makes COMPLETE sense to me that serizawa would feel this way. fifteen years is an incredibly long time to be isolated and have god knows how many people all resoundingly fail to help you. like. no shit he’s willing to ignore the sinister undertones of the only person who was able to save him from that fate, the first person who ever made him feel like he wasn’t alone. it’s easy for us as an external audience to go well, obviously that guy was the fucking worst, what redeeming qualities would serizawa even cling onto, but having that profound of a material effect on his life really can’t be understated imo. i think it’s completely natural and normal that on some level, he’d still feel a level of gratitude* to him for that, despite rationally knowing it wasn’t for his benefit. 

*idk how many of you are familiar with the fanbook blurb that states what i always assumed was the intended subtext more overtly. i actually translated the page it’s from myself, if you’re interested in that. i promise i’m not lying for fun on the internet i’m sure this information is available somewhere else by now

or to say all of that in much simpler terms: he loved this guy the way you’d love a meal that kept you from starving to death, even if it was poisoned

(fig. a– girl what the hell is this)

(as an aside: i don’t necessarily disagree with anyone who focuses on reading discomfort into serizawa’s interactions with him but… as i said before i simply don’t think that renders the constant stream of admiration for him irrelevant)

now, obviously this is muddied by the fact that these feelings were born of truly heinous manipulation, but it’s also just observably true that they spend nearly all their shared screentime with serizawa fawning over him and hanging onto his every word. 

it’s because he felt this way that i think the role he adopted under his guidance stuck to the point where he took it with him when he left claw. like, he fully internalized this idea of being The Muscle as a perfectly normal way to express that he cares for, and feels an obligation to, certain people in his life. so while obviously it goes without saying that his relationship to spirits and such (or reigen specifically, if that’s what you’re in the mood for) is so much more fulfilling and respectful and real, you can still see that learned behavior present. i don’t think that’s a bad thing inherently, like, of course you want to protect people you care about, but i do find it……….interesting lol

but this has all been about how serizawa feels about touichirou, because obviously that’s way more important to him than the other way around. how touichirou feels about serizawa i think requires a lot more extrapolation and personal interpretation of the themes he’s here to deliver. personally, my stance can be summarized with two statements: 

on some level, he took serizawa’s betrayal personally despite claiming to be above human connection, because this series is committed to the truth that no one actually is

telling serizawa to let him go and learn his lesson because he never cared about him anyways, after all the violence/grevious child abuse/openly admitted exploitation/that whole mad king-esque breakdown still wasn’t enough to permanently sever his attachment, was the first and only kindness he ever showed him

(fig. b– the manga omission i’ll be saddest about forever rip spare battery scene you’ll always be famous)

(sorry i keep making asides. but referring to the umbrella that he presented him with under the guise of it being a necessary tool as his weapon the second it’s turned on him is an incredible way to make him show his hand)

in conclusion mp100 is Oops All Parallels all the way down so you see echoes of these themes all over the place. it’s just that this is a strong contender for the most horribly mangled manifestation of a way someone can come to care for someone else in this entire story

[brown-little-robin]

1, 5, 18 :]

1: What is a scene that really got to you?

in the anime it's right before Mogami arc, there's this scene where Mob is supposed to exorcise a peaceful ghost family, and he doesn't want to do it so bad that he starts shaking. and that GETS me. the social pressure of the people who cant see the ghosts snapping at him. Reigen trying to be nonchalant, just wanting to get out of there and eat soba. Dimple trying to get the ghosts to go evil to give Mob an easier choice (sir??? can we talk about that???). and Mob in the center of it all, standing quite still, shaking. hhhhhh

this is Doesn't Express His Emotions And Rarely Does Things Of His Own Will kid. and he speaks up. he speaks up (quietly) (voice shaking) and says he doesn't think these ghosts have to be exorcised, in front of kids who can't see the ghosts and a master who claims the ghosts are too weak and inconsequential to see. Mob looks at those ghosts and he sees something like himself, invisible, peaceful, people just wanting to exist for a little while, and the "normal people" present are calling them creepy and demanding that he erase their existence. like. no wonder he's so shaken???

5: What battle shook you most?

I don't think I've mentioned this before, but the first time I tried watching mp100, when I was little, I fled the show on episode five (Teru fight) because I was so scared of ???%. I thought Mob was possessed. Looking back on my reaction... profoundly disturbs me. I literally demonized him. It's so easy to dehumanize people, especially people who behave abnormally in daily life (like Mob), when they're doing something scary. I had to become more mature—more familiar with mental illness and neurodivergence, and more intentionally gentle with myself and others—before I came back to mp100 and saw ???% as an aspect of a person, not as a Scary Thing. sorry, Shigeo.

The battle that shakes me the most now is the one against Touichirou Suzuki, because it's so complex and just a bit morally ambiguous. Mob goes from emotion to emotion so fast, and he's trying to put his resolution to use his powers to protect people into practice but he's not used to it yet! he's trying to accept being hard on people and he slips! he stumbles he enjoys it too much he despairs he twists Touichirou like a rag (EXACTLY WHAT MOGAMI DID TO MINORI'S BODY, BTW,,) and he nearly gives up and he can't find a way to "win"! it's!! !!!!! YIKES

18: What headcanons do you have for (character)?

feel free to give me a specific character if you want but!! here's a really specific headcanon for you

I think Teru enjoys horror movies because his nervous system doesn't know how to relax. literally. when you've been traumatized and on edge for a long time, relaxing starts to feel like being unsafe because if you relaxed in your former situation you were unsafe. so Teru is fleeing from relaxation; his mind HAS to be occupied at all times he HAS to be exercising his brain's "how do we strategize a way out of Dangerous Situation" capability all the time, otherwise he feels like he's Missing Something and Going To Die. watching horror is a way for him to safely put himself in a position of feeling like he's in danger again and allowing his brain to cycle its familiar pattern of fear -> creative planning under pressure -> feeling of power and safety again. critically, Teru is COMPLETELY UNAWARE that he is doing this. all he knows is that it feels nice to watch horror movies.

[laithraihan]

What do you think of the idea of Girl Reigen and Minori? Give that thang a mom

Yknow I actually thought of it before but I discarded the idea. Mainly because Reigen would just end up being like a big sister/auntie figure to Minori, and I think the idea of big sister Reigen can already be done in a more complex and impactful way with girl Mob. So unfortunately there's not really much to explore when it comes to this, but I still think that the idea is cute and I like seeing anything when it comes to them.... so I wouldnt be opposed to seeing content about it at all 🫶

But in general I think Reigen's gender matters a lot whenever I think of Minori and Reigen. Not just because of Minori's father but because of Reigen having seemingly nothing in common with a teenage girl which makes it troubling for him to deal with her... it's this sort of disconnect that makes it fun for me to draw them together. Girl Reigen would already be more familiar with Minori's behavior since both of them would be girls, and it wouldn't ever get to the point of it being very distressing for Reigen. My goal is to make Reigen as uncomfortable as possible because I like it when he's uncomfortable

Also! I wanted to say I find it interesting that you pointed out the mom thing... I know it's probably because I mentioned her having father issues, but if we talk about family relations then at most she would see Reigen as an older brother rather than her father... I don't really think she'd consider him her "new father" or anything like that. Fathers have power over their children, and Minori wouldn't be comfortable with Reigen if he had power over her instead. I like to think that she would be more casual with him but still enjoys being spoiled by him, kind of just using him to fill the role of a reliable adult in her life who doesn't force anything on her (and whenever he scolds Minori, she doesn't really feel threatened by him which is something important for her)

I think she would behave this way because of her father being overly protective of her and deciding everything for her, and she finds that annoying especially if it affects bigger aspects of her life like career and marriage. But it would be done subconsciously without the intent of finding a new father if that makes sense... that's just what I personally think.

[theinternetisaweboflies]

Gates to Heck Chapter 6

Shigeo didn't bother to explain the blackmail. Joseph was a smart man. He worked for the government. He seemed to understand that Shigeo was ready to blow that secret government agency wide open, if it meant saving his best friend from a life of vigilante justice.

He could do it. If Mezato helped, but he was pretty sure she would.

"Calm down," said Joseph, when he finally answered Shou's phone. "I was already looking for Shiro-san."

"Then why didn't you say that?" asked Shou. He had put his cellphone on speaker so he could make the introductions, which he did with what Shigeo felt was an unnecessary level of formality.

"You're not supposed to make promises to civilians, Shou."

"That's cops, not government assassins, Joe."

Joseph met them at Shou's apartment, where he informed them that one of the in-custody members of Final Dog had identified their missing esper as Shiro-san. Joseph assured them that he had done so willingly.

The informant had described Shiro-san's aura as "kind of ozone-y, but with, like, a hint of mint." Shigeo concentrated hard and extended his psychic scan further than last time. Eventually he found it just beyond city limits.

He still couldn't feel Teru's aura, but it might have simply been too weak.

Shiro-san was northbound, moving faster than the speed limit, which meant he was using his powers to fly. Shigeo couldn't fly that fast without swallowing a lot of bugs.

Shiro-san stopped in a rural area called Furikake Village. Shigeo used side-along teleportation to bring everyone there, and then promptly threw up in a rice paddy.

In addition to Reigen, Ritsu, and Shou, he had used side-along teleportation to bring Joseph from the government. Shigeo needed someone to take Shiro-san into custody while they took care of Teru.

Shigeo had never carried that many people at once. He thought that might also account for his aim, which had not been as accurate as he would have hoped. They were lucky for the rice paddies. Their feet got wet, but Shigeo didn't want to think about what would have happened if he had teleported them into a cow.

It was much easier to sense Shiro-san's aura now. He could sense Teru's aura too, although it was still concerningly faint.

Reigen patted Shigeo on the back, and Shou offered him a handkerchief with only a little Cheeto dust on it. Ritsu backed away a little, clutching reflexively at his hoodie.

Shigeo wiped his mouth and flew in the direction of the two auras. He identified the corresponding figures before he could make out any of their details, and it took him a moment to realize why one of them looked wrong. It was upside down.

Teru was suspended in midair with his face underwater. Shiro-san was holding up his hands, which were glowing ice blue. A matching aura restrained Teru's arms, preventing him from saving himself.

There was a moment where Shigeo wasn't sure who he was. He didn't seem to be himself anymore. His feelings were muted, but in a different way than usual.

His head was full of TV static.

Shigeo fought against it as hard as he could. He couldn't hear anything over the buzz of the static, but he felt his mouth move over familiar words. A familiar name.

The next thing Shigeo knew, he was on the ground, and Teru was in his arms for the second time that day. It was difficult to believe that basketball practice had only been a few hours ago.

Shiro-san was wrapped in an aura of much richer blue than his own. In addition to pinning his arms and legs, Shigeo had apparently gagged him. His muffled protests were still audible.

Shigeo ignored them. He could feel the static start to come back when he looked at Shiro-san for too long.

Teru was coughing up an alarming amount of water, but he didn't seem to require any additional lifesaving measures, which was good, because Shigeo didn't know any. He vowed to learn some. Teru got hurt a lot.

They were both on the ground, but they were up on a bund, so at least it was dry ground. Shigeo unzipped his hoodie and wrapped it around Teru's shoulders, which were shaking too hard for it to be from the cold alone, but Shigeo didn't know how to help with anything else.

The others caught up to him while Teru was still coughing. Ritsu dropped Reigen in the rice paddy before he got a good look at them.

Reigen was asking increasingly high-pitched questions, but Shigeo had gotten pretty good at tuning him out over the years. Something in his mind had just clicked into place.

"Is that the man who showed you how to do that?" he asked. Maybe it wouldn't have made sense to anyone else, but Teru nodded.

"Do what?" asked Reigen. "What did he do? Why are you wet? Was he waterboarding you?"

"Not technically," said Teru. His voice was raw, like he'd been screaming for hours.

Reigen approached Shiro-san and rifled through his jacket with expert fingers. He pulled out a wallet, removed the driver's license, and returned the wallet to Shiro-san's pocket.

He read the license, "Ochinko Manabu. Yeah, I can see why you would want to change that. Well, Ochinko-san, we're going to be handing you over to the government assassin in a moment, but just in case you're considering another jailbreak, I want you to know that you have a Reigen Arataka Special Restraining Order against you now." He pointed a dramatic finger at Teru. "If you come within a thousand kilometers of this boy or attempt to contact him in any way, I will find you. That's only if you're lucky. If you're unlucky, Joseph from the government will find you." He hooked a thumb over his shoulder at Shigeo. "And if you're really unlucky, Mob will find you."

Reigen was just joking, but it gave Shigeo an idea. It was the only thing he could think of that would silence those muffled shouts without giving him a crisis of conscience, and the more of them he heard, the closer the static came. Shigeo wasn't sure what he would do if it took over completely, but he could guess.

Shigeo shifted his body slightly to block Teru's view. Then he turned Shiro-san upside down and held him over the water. The muffled protests became significantly more frantic.

"Nice," said Shou.

"Didn't know you had it in you, Bowl Cut," said Joseph.

"Mob-"

"Shut up, Shishou," said Shigeo.

He lowered Shiro-san until the water was up to his eyebrows.

Shiro-san passed out.

He didn't realize Teru had been peeking over his shoulder until his head dropped onto it, where he hid an only-slightly hysterical giggle in the fabric of Shigeo's gym T-shirt.

Shigeo removed Shiro-san from the water and handed him off to Joseph.

"Aw," said Joseph. He let out a dramatic sigh full of cigarette smoke, then hardened the smoke into cuffs around Shiro-san's wrists and ankles. "Goodbye, Bowl Cut. See you around Kaijin. Shou."

"Bye, Joe!"

Shigeo felt Teru's shoulders tense under his hands.

"You aren't going to try to recruit Hanazawa-kun now, are you?" asked Shigeo.

"Are you kidding?" Joseph took to the air, dragging a weightless Shiro-san by his ankles. "He's clearly under some heavy protection."

He took off and into the night.

"Damn, Mob." Reigen had always made an effort not to swear excessively around Shigeo, but he seemed to have decided these were exceptional circumstances. "I mean, of course I knew you weren't going to kill him, but I really thought you were about to violate the Geneva Conventions for a second there."

"It's not a violation of the Geneva Convention unless it occurs during wartime," said Ritsu.

"I knew that," said Reigen. "I was testing you."

"I was only applying inversion therapy," said Mob. "I thought it would help Ochinko-san calm down. Inversion therapy is very useful for easing stress and reducing the harmful effects of gravity. Onigawara-san told me about it during club last week."

There was another one of those rasping giggles against his shoulder, and Shigeo felt the static finally start to recede.

"Well," said Reigen, apparently without knowing what he was going to say next, because he floundered for a moment before finishing, "he's certainly calmer  now."

[boneswriting]

good morning ; reigen arataka x reader (sfw)

art is official by ONE / Bones

tags: reigen arataka, x reader, mp100, mob psycho 100, reigen arataka x reader, gender neutral reader, drabble

warnings: none!

side note: reader has no pre-determined attributes and is gender neutral.

word count: 421 words

If somebody had told Reigen that 5 years ago that he would’ve married his childhood best friend, he would have laughed in their face. He always thought that settling down wouldn’t suit him; he’s a busy guy who runs his own business and had believed he wouldn’t be able to dedicate enough time to a partner. He had never been so wrong.

Reigen began to lightly stir, feeling like he just woke up from the best nap ever. Slightly opening his eyes, he saw his partner with their head on his chest, an arm around his waist, and a leg across both of his. He reached a hand around and just began lightly massaging their scalp, him relishing in the small moments like these.

Sometimes, his partner would like to poke and tease how he was just a huge teddy bear yet he would always wave it off, insisting he was the manliest man to ever exist. He nuzzled into their hair, inhaling the familiar scent of the shampoo they used. Eyelids fluttering, he spared a glance at the clock on his bedside table before turning back around to cuddle up to his spouse. Wait. He quickly double checked as he immediately leapt out of bed, waking up his partner in the process.

“Hmng, ‘Taka, what the fuck?” His partner tiredly mumbled, rubbing sleep out of their eyes, just in time to watch him trip trying to put his pants on and eat absolute shit. The thud of his empty ass head echoed slightly before he stood back up and began buttoning a white dress shirt.

“I’m LATE!” He screeched, trying to put on his tie correctly but immediately gave up, having knotted it already.

“And? What’s the big whoop?”

“The big whoop….” he repeated, a tired look on his face. “I have NEVER been late. I am Seasoning City’s best psychic to have EVER walked the streets!” He shuffled over to his partner and continued ranting while they sluggishly corrected his tie. “What if there was an emergency? What about Mob? I can’t leave him alone with Dimple Sometimes he gets a little too-“

“Dude, ‘Taka.” His spouse cut him off, their eyes weighed down with suitcases for bags. “Take a deep breath.”

He inhaled slowly.

“And out.”

He exhaled quickly.

“Now do your daily affirmations and brush your teeth.”

“What would I do without you, honey?” He rhetorically asked before zooming from the room and into the joint bathroom. “I am SMART. I am HANDSOME. I am the BEST.”

[truly-morgan]

[Transmasc Mob and supportive Reigen]

Reigen + Mob | Mob Psycho 100 18-10-2022

I've been having brain worms for the past few hours now:

Young trans dude Mob whose first person he ever told was his shisho. And how much Reigen is there for him.

Of course, Reigen reacts positively and is supportive, but he doesn't know what else to say, especially with how Mob seems to be waiting for a little more. That night he does a lot of research and the next day when Mob comes to the office he can have a better talk with him.

Reigen who's the one helping Mob cut his hair even shorter than they already were, to a length that the boy prefers. "If your parents ask, just say something got stuck in it and needed to be cut" he suggested.

Reigen who's ready to take Mob shopping for masculine outfits that make him feel more comfortable any time he needs new clothes. He can even slip one of two fashion tips here and there.

Reigen who's the one to get Mob's first binder, gifting it to him and seeing just how much more confident it seems to make him (and he's ready to buy another one when Mob outgrow this one eventually).

Reigen who's by Mob's side when he decides to come out to Ritsu. He does it at the office, feeling safe in the familiar environment and with Reigen near them. He's not sitting with them, leaving room for the brothers, but he being within eyesight reassures Mob.

Of course, everything goes perfectly fine (just like Reigen assured him it would be) and Ritsu is also ready to support him, especially at home.

Reigen who's the one to encourage Mob to switch to the school pant uniform, seeing that it would likely make him more comfortable. Plus, Salt Middle School doesn't have a rule that certain people need to wear certain clothes.

Mob is already discreet enough so not many people notice it. Many (and slowly most) starts referring to him by his preferred pronouns, for most because he's seen a small guy who just didn't hit puberty. Maybe some don't even remember what he looked like before.

Reigen who's ready to throw hands if anyone dares disrespect Mob and purposefully misgender him. Mob may be a bit afraid to tell people off, in case something might happen, but Reigen doesn't mind taking care of these people.

Reigen who's really glad to hear that the body improvement club members all seem also very supportive once they realised Mob was trans, helping find a solution for when he exercises. "Goda-senpai said it could be dangerous doing it in my binder" Mob had told him, "So they instead tried to find a solution for me to be able to train with them without it but still be comfortable".

The older man was more than happy to hear they did so, he did read online it was bad doing exercise in it.

Reigen who's ready to be there if needed when, once a bit older and feels safe to do so, comes out to his parents. Patiently waiting in a park near Mob's house, phone in hand in case Mob calls him. (he never met the kid's parents before & now is not the time. plus Ritsu is there) He smiles when he receives a message, telling him everything went smoothly and his parents are also supportive.

Reigen who's ready to go with Mob when he seeks hrt and/or surgeries.

I just think Reigen would be there for Mob throughout everything, seeing him grow more and more confident in many ways. He'd be that person who knew barely anything about trans stuff in general to try to know as much as he can to help Mob.

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17yo Mob asks Reigen for massage lessons. His training regimen is a lot more intense these days and he’s looking for a good way to relieve soreness that he can do himself and help his club members with.

Reigen is very professional about it. He sweats a normal amount.

Putting his hands on Mob’s bare skin under Dimple’s judgmental stare is uncomfortable at first. But muscle memory and Reigen’s unflappable composure quickly take over. He works out the knots in Mob’s back, helps him stretch while explaining the names of the muscles and their function.

It’s a… different experience for Mob. All the dearest things about shishou – his confident teaching voice, his patience with Mob, the way he knows Mob better than Mob knows himself – suddenly connect with physical touch and body heat and all the other things Mob has been putting off thinking about.

The first time he gets a hard-on during a massage is mortifying. Mob lays face down on the table, red from the tips of his ears all the way down to his chest, frantically willing his floating hair (and his dick) to calm the fuck down.

Thinking this way about shishou, wanting desperately for his hands to linger longer, to stray lower, feels like a breach of trust, a violation of the deep friendship that they share. Mob’s eyes sting with tears.

Reigen is quite tactful. He ends the session with a pat on Mob’s shoulder, leaves the room for Mob to get his bearings and get dressed. The thought that Reigen just might know him well enough to figure out what happened is humiliating and Mob cries for real after the door closes.

He doesn’t come back to the office for a while after that.

But now the floodgates have been opened and keeping himself away from Reigen does no good. Every night Mob dreams about big capable hands exploring his skin, about familiar voice murmuring reassuring words in his ear.

He wakes up every morning with an erection that feels almost painful and the only way to relieve himself is by allowing the guilty fantasies of Reigen with his sleeves rolled up exposing strong forearms, his tie thrown over his shoulder and a look of concentration on his face.

The universe spared Mob from the worst of teenage hormones during his turbulent middle school years, but now they wreak havoc on his body, leaving no memory of Reigen untainted. Mob’s brain seems intent on ruining his life by conjuring inappropriate images at inconvenient moments.

When Mob feels himself growing hard while showing a stretching routine to the BIC members, he has to come to terms with the fact that there’s no avoiding his burgeoning feelings and he would have to face them head on.

He takes several more days to consider it, lets himself explore the fantasies instead of suppressing them with guilt. What would it be like if Reigen touched him without any pretense or excuse? Would he be cocky? Teasing? Or achingly gentle? What would it be like to touch Reigen?

The more Mob thinks about it, the less it feels like this infatuation has come from nowhere. It was always there, for years, waiting for the final piece to slide into place for Mob to realize it. He feels stupid for ever thinking it would ruin their friendship.

Their bond is stronger than that, it has endured so much worse. Perhaps it was always leading to this, a natural evolution of people who care for each other in every possible way. Giddily, Mob thinks about the way his and Reigen’s thoughts are often aligned without need for words.

Maybe Reigen already feels the same way.

Mob shows up at the office on Friday night, right as Reigen is ready to lock up. Reigen greets him as usual, doesn’t mention his prolonged absence, but Mob can see the uncertainty behind his eyes. He feels a different kind of guilt.

The whole time that he was struggling with his own hormones, he has left Reigen in the dark, thinking that he has done something wrong.

Mob has a lot to make up for.

“Shishou, your lessons have been really helpful. But I’m still struggling when I try to give massages to others”

Reigen tilts his head. There’s a suspicious crease between his eyebrows but it doesn’t look hostile. More like – he already knows where this is going and is waiting for the confirmation.

“So I thought,” Mob continues, “that it would help if I gave you a massage. As practice.”

[mihai-florescu]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

Hello and welcome to watchmojo where today we will be ranking my favorite fictional characters.

Before we start, honorable mentions to Nobimaru, Reigen Arataka, Noah Czerney, half the cast of enstars, and so on and so forth.

10. Hamlet

Most of the list is going to have anime characters but I can't imagine a top 10 list without my original literary blorbo. We studied Hamlet in my first year of highschool, my teacher asked in front of the whole class whether we know which one of us suffers of Hamlet's tragic flaw, then pointed to me and proceeded to dismiss us for the day. How is one supposed to move on from that? I only hope I have managed to change whatever fate she implied I'd meet. But, besides that, I actually did really enjoy the play and the character even before this incident.

9. Kaoru Sakurayashiki from Sk8 the Infinity

I've said it before, but how painful is it to have one of your favorite characters be from a seasonal 12 episode sports anime... he's not even the protagonist. I just like seeing characters who appear analytical and driven by logic with low emotional intelligence make very emotional decisions. Using the logical persona more like a shield, especially if their feelings have been hurt in the past. And, well, That's Cherry. The Joe-Cherry-Adam plotline will always be so dear to me. Kaoru who kept the grudge born out of a lack of proper closure for years. Kaoru who wanted to believe things could maybe go back to how they were. Kaoru who was snapped to reality so, so violently. He's just so dear to me.

8.Victor Vale from Vicious

It's not that before I read Vicious I didn't know what morally gray protagonists were, but this is the book that really made me realise just how much I actually enjoy reading about such characters. I like how Victor (and Eli, but I've always been a Victor girl) walk the line between hero and villain, how Victor, seen as the villain, may kill but only with a reason, whereas Eli, the hero, is killing out of the conviction that EOs shouldn't exist when he himself is one. We are foils of each other, we are separated by different ideological beliefs, youre the only one who can kill me, im the only one who knows you, and so on and so forth.

But beyond his rivalry with Eli, Victor's found family of criminals, necromancer and resurected dog is so dear to me. He even dies and comes back wrong countless times. How is he not a popular tumblr blorbo already...

7. Takahashi Yotasuke from Blue Period

Blue Period has a lot of compelling characters but Yotasuke's story in particular is the dearest to me, followed by Hashida and Maki. As for what I like about Yotasuke... The way our first introduction to him is as the tehnically skilled prodigy, but soon enough learn that he doesn't have much going on in life besides that. The way his mom's assumptions of his life ended up controlling it. The way Yotasuke never really had any choice besides art. And the irony in the fact that art was all he ever had and, in the end, it wasn't why he got admitted into university, but because of his high academic exam scores. And the way he finally starts becoming his own person in university, makes actual bonds, starts choosing things for himself. I wish we had even more chapters about him but I also understand the value in seeing perspectives on life and art from a wide variety of characters in the cast.

6. Daiba Nana from Revue Starlight

The stage girl that got me into Revue Starlight herself babyy. Her fear of the future and refusal to move on, her wanting to repeat the same pleasant but unchallenging year over and over and over again. The same stage repeated with no divergences cannot continue to be captivating, yet the familiarity of the scene is preferable to losing it completely, to it becoming just a memory. What Nana had to learn was that Starlight is the only play the 99th class will do, but there is value in seeing it shift and change throughout their years together as they also grow and mature.

I initially found it funny that she was on the villains wiki since that's why i decided to start the anime to begin with, but after i watched the show and films, I can't help but think that people who honestly believe she's a villain kind of miss the point. She takes on the role of antagonist opposing the natural flow of time, sure, but she's not a villain.

5. Aoba Tsumugi from Ensemble Stars

Sometimes I'll call both Nana and Tsumugi my Jokers, so you know he had to make the list as well. As for why I like him... I'm intrigued by his utilitarian outlook on life, his ability to make himeslf believe in things, even if they're not real, to serve his purpose, and of course, his clumsy girl charm. I like seeing him make up for the pain he has took part in causing during the war. And I like hearing about his home life, it makes me insaaane whenever mrs Aoba or his brother get brought up... Overall, while he himself might not think so, he is indispensable to the story, to the war, but more importantly to what follows the war.

4. Sunohara Momose & 3. Orikasa Yukito from Idolish7

Well, here's the thing, Momo and Yuki's stories are so entwined that you can't talk about one without the other, so I will write my thoughts about both of them here. Momo is the sports anime protagonist whose career was stopped before it could even start as a result of an injury during a game, who then turned to his sister's favorite idols Re:Vale for comfort, at her recommendation. He was there at their important concerts as a follower and defender, and he was there to witness when Ban had the light fall on him. Without Momo's daily pleas, without him joining Re:Vale, Yuki wouldn't have continued being an idol. But while Yuki starts to feel better, to love both Momo and their work, Momo is haunted by the promise he made in those desperate attempts to pick Yuki up: they will not have to be partners for longer than Yuki and Ban were. Even after they find Ban and Yuki makes Momo realise he would never want another partner at this point, they're both so stubborn and ready to sacrifice themselves for the other that they're still not fully on the same page. I like the other arcs in Idolish7 but Re:Vale are what elevate it to my favorite anime of all time. There was a period in my life when I would read the Re:member manga almost daily just because I love Yuki and Momo so much.

2. Hibiki Wataru & 1. Tenshouin Eichi from Ensemble Stars

I will lump these 2 together as well, not because I don't think they're complete characters on their own, but because they defined what the story of Ensemble Stars is. To me, at least, they're the most important pillars, the foundation even, if you will. At the end of the day, enstars is a story about humanity with its multitude of complex facets, and love (learning to love and be loved). Wataru and Eichi just portray the themes of the story in the most interesting ways. Eichi playing the protagonist in his and Keito's revolution turned war story, Wataru and the other eccentrics playing the villains. That story ends with the protagonist emerging victorious, as all stories do. But it was such a rushed, not well written story that it is not satisfying for anyone involved. So, with Natsume's dream pipe of a plan, Wataru asks Eichi to write a sequel with a happy ending. That's the base for everything past the Yumenosaki war. Wataru stays by Eichi's side to see the plan through, and in the process they happen to actually grow to appreciate deeply and even love each other. Even after the original story finishes, they continue to walk together into the new era. I will Eichi here: I wonder if that's what society calls love... I just adore seeing their story unfold, and I'm nervous for what the future holds for them...

[alakazamboni]

New Work: Dream Dial

Hee hee hee. Hoo hoo hoo. Coming in at just over 16,000 words, the first part of Dream Dial is finally posted. Follow along as Reigen must navigate a dream-like, hauntingly empty world. If you like amnesia tropes, come swing by and take a look.

↓ First chapter included below. ↓

Work was work as always. People would call, Arataka would answer, perform his customer service script, and attempt to land a sale. It admittingly wasn’t the most luxurious job in the world, but it was honest enough. Beat being homeless, anyway.

“And is that all I can help you with this evening?”

“Yes, thank you, sir.”

“It is no problem, ma’am,” Arataka rambled on. That was another commission in the bag. A nice, extra three-thousand yen. Nothing to sneeze at. “I hope you get to feeling better.”

“Oh, bless you,” the woman gushed.

“Bye, now.”

“Bye.”

With a loose pop and snap of his wrist, Arataka dropped the phone on its hook with a hearty plastic clunk. Some odd little blip of heat was bubbling up in his gut, but Arataka just chalked it up to excitement. He was only three sales away from breaking his previous record. That, in his mind, was cause enough to celebrate.

The phone rang again, and he answered. Recognizing the name on the Caller ID, Arataka flipped through his notebook. He could have sworn he sold something to this guy last week. “Can you hold for a moment, please?”

“Yeah,” the man answered.

He turned through his pages, scanning the column of names and numbers. Ah! There he was. “Are you calling about the order you placed on Thursday?”

“Yes, I am!” The man seemed pleasantly surprised that Arataka had remembered. “I was wondering if I could get it delayed.” Arataka nodded along as the man chatted about the vacation he was about to go on. It sounded nice. Arataka wanted to go on a vacation, too.

“I totally understand, sir,” Arataka said. “I will relay your message to our shipping department. They will call you if they run into any issues.”

“You’re sure it’s not too much trouble?”

“Oh, of course not, sir.” Arataka smiled, letting the gesture warm his voice. “Please enjoy your vacation.”

“I will. Thank you!”

“No problem. Goodbye.”

“Bye.”

Pleased by the job well done, Arataka leaned back in his chair. It felt good to help people with their problems, and even nicer to think that somewhere out there, he improved someone��s life. Was it a little nihilistic? Possibly. But it was what kept Arataka going.

Just then, out of nowhere, nauseating heat flooded his senses. It swelled in his chest, flowing like magma just beneath his ribs. He sat up in surprise, only to find that straightening his back shot the pain straight into his skull. Hugging his stomach, he leaned forward and groaned heavily.

This was abnormal, right? He held his hand in front of his face, watching as his fingers trembled. Yep. Definitely abnormal. Shit. Was it something he ate?

The phone rang. Arataka eyed it. One more customer, he decided. And if the pain didn’t let up, he’d go to the doctor.

Mind made, he reached out and unhooked the phone from the receiver. “Thank you for calling customer service. One moment, please.” Sitting up as far as he dared, he listened to the caller laugh nervously. It was a strangely familiar voice. Maybe this was someone he’s helped before.

Pinching the phone between his ear and shoulder, Arataka grabbed his pen but paused. The Caller ID read ‘Unknown’. The call back number was blank. Huh. That’s never happened before.

“Okay, sir. Sorry for the wait,” he said, ignoring the way the fever was crawling and settling into his cheeks and head. “Can I ask who’s calling?”

“Uh- it’s me,” the voice answered.

Arataka rolled his eyes, but moved on. “And can I ask what number is best to call you back on?”

“Are you joking?”

Ah. It was going to be one of those customers, then. His head felt like it was being hollowed out, so Arataka decided it would be best not to not argue. “Right. And how can I help you today?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Are you calling to place an order?”

“No.”

“Then, are you trying to schedule an appointment?”

“…” The caller paused in thought. “I guess so.”

“Perfect.” Arataka got ready to transfer the client. “Can I ask who you’re trying to reach?”

“Um… you.”

Full stop. No questioning up tilt in the caller’s pitch. No uncertainty. It was strange, to say the least. “I’m terribly sorry,” Arataka deflected. “I don’t meet with clients. If you want, you can describe what you’re looking for, and I’m sure I can find someone who can help you.”

“No-no,” the voice insisted. “Here… hold on a moment.”

The phone beeped, and the call ended. Dumbly, Arataka listened to the dial tone for a moment before placing it back on the hook. The fever was fading, and his head was clearing. All but extinguished, the bubbling, churning, furious heat now settled into a tame warmth.

An attack of some sort, Arataka figured. A hot flash, maybe? He’s heard of people getting those sometimes. Staring at the now silent phone, Arataka decided he should go to a doctor anyway… just in case.

[ritsusstuff]

Hi hi!! Sorry for the late contributions. Also sorry for the ramble lol.

Shigeo (???%) and Mob, as far as i can see it, is very system coded. It could be interpreted as something else (like autism, or growing up, etc) and i do acknowledge that, but as a system myself, i do see Shigeo as an alter rather then anything else. Throughout both the anime and manga, Shigeos very existence cames packed with real-life syptomes of DID/OSDD, such as blackouts, cognotive dissonance and the existence of more than one split personality state. More-so in the manga, where in the ???% arc we see him directly take control of Mobs body and think for himself (“i knew I would be needed”). Not only that, but we also see that he has different views and opinions on certain topics, such as how he feels about Reigen: Mob feels that the man is a mentor, where as Shigeo feels that he is just a liar and a manipulator. He also shows complete disconnect between Mobs friends and family, stating that “[the truth is] i don’t trust anyone,” basically implying that he holds no familiarity towards them, even saying that he only thinks Ritsu understands him a bit despite acknowledging him as his brother. This is in complete contrast to how Mob views the people around him, especially considering he holds them in such high regard and would never want to hurt them. But Shigeo doesn’t care, because Shigeo doesn’t know these people.

Not to say that Shigeo himself is an evil, uncaring, violent version of Mob — in no way am I suggesting that. Its very tricky to characterise him properly due to how limited his appearance is in both the manga and the anime, but for what its worth, he doesn’t seem like a bad guy. He, himself, stated that he can only rely on himself for things due to others being either inconsistent or unable to help him, leading for such distrust in people, even for those who Mobs knows and loves. This can be in reference that, because of his inability to trust other people, Shigeo has no one but himself to fall onto for protection; this can even be shown throughout the series, where Shigeo saves Mob from multiple instances of life or death, and by saving Mob, he also saves himself. It could be considered that the only reason he does this is because without Mobs body in the picture, Shigeo doesn’t exist as a result, so the only reason for him to protect Mob is so he can be guaranteed life as well.

His harshness that he shows when he interacts with people (and especially with Mob) can also be due to the fact that he seemingly only exists to protect a person who doesn’t even like him in the first place, who actively tries to ignore him and who also views him as someone who is just there to cause havoc and destruction (even when, in reality, Shigeo is only trying to save the both of them by using any means necessary).

Shigeo, at least from my understanding, is an alter born out of primal need to stay in control, to stay safe in a situation where safety isn’t guaranteed. This can be shown numerous times throughout the show, as we see Shigeo fronting when Mob is passed out in a life-or-death situation, such as with Teruki (S1EP5), or with Mogami (S2EP5), or, more obviously, when getting hit by that van (S3EP10). These are all incidents in which Mob is knocked unconscious in a dangerous situation, and in which his safety is at risk. Shigeo, as a last ditch effort to stay away from harm, does what he can to follow through with that will: pushes Teruki away and throws him up into the air so he doesn’t get close to Mob, or destroying Mogami’s spirits and Mogami himself to make sure he doesn’t hurt Mob again. In the final arc, Shigeo keeps Mob safe by taking control for him and therefore stopping his death, and finishes off what Mob had be doing previously (this can also be said for Mogami, as Mob was fighting the spirits and, when Shigeo appeared, also fought the spirits).

This is to imply that, at least in my perspective, Shigeo is as much as a protector to Mob as a vessel for his repressed emotions. He seems almost fueled by emotions when he fronts, which is fitting since he seems to be the one which holds the more powerful feelings between the two, and he yaps on and on when given the chance, giving no room for Mob to speak when discussing his reasoning behind what he’s doing. Even if he does cause harm to those around him, its simply natural instinct—if something is hurting him, he doesn’t see past that, and does what he thinks is needed to survive. Like my point above, I’d also like to add on that the only reason Shigeo seemed hostile in the ???% arc was because he was being interferred from reaching his goal explicitly. By Teruki, Ritsu, Torichiro and Reigen confronting him, they also inable him from continuing forward, and, as he knows what works with getting rid of people, he responds the only way he knows how: with pushing those people away. He didn’t hurt civilians because they didn’t directly enable him, and he didn’t hurt anyone before they made a move first.

This, unexpectedly, is very narrow-minded thinking, something Shigeo continues to show when confronting with Mob. Very bad. Because of all this, i think Shigeo is a more violent, harsher version of himself when he needs to be, but his defensiveness is only the result of his situation and his inability to trust anybody else—even Mob, who is “himself”, in a sense. Even though the two are one in the same, with the same name and appearance (or, well, roughly the same, anyway), they are also both incredibly different: with their emotions, thoughts, hell, maybe even different familiar connects towards people in their outer life, all separated from each other. As Isa-ah as also stated, they even have a headspace to communicate in (even though, well, that communication is more like fighting then anything). They have a heavily toxic and unhealthy relationship due to their ideals and views on each other throughout the series, which makes for an interesting dynamic post-confession.

I’d like to think that, once the dust has settled, Shigeo is more or less the same as he is in-canon. He’s harsh, mean, to-the-point and doesn’t let people step over him the same way Mob does, but… he also probably gains a few more softer edges to him, since he knows that Mob has accepted him now. Its not all smooth sailing — Shigeo probably distrusts a whole bunch of people, and Mob probably still worries whenever Shigeo takes front — but its better then before. I’d also like to think that, whereas Mob is far more soft-spoken in their everyday life, Shigeo doesn’t really care for what people’ll think of him when he talks; he just speaks whats on his mind, a no-filter kinda guy. He also probably talks a lot if he can, like to Reigen level amounts of talking, just because he probably doesn’t know when to stop lol.

Uhhh overall shigeo cool but maybe a bit misunderstood 👍 the end. idk how to wrap this up lol sorry for such the ramble

okay, people of tumblr, I need your help for my homework. please rb and mention some personality traits you think are the best to describe mob and ???% (mention which is for who, for example mob: low self esteem, ???%: defensive) and if you read them through the system lens, freudian ego-superego thing lens, ???% as a manifestation of mob's powers or something else please please pretty pleaseee, it's literally for my homework

[nitw]

did you guys know that i really, REALLY love both of the pilot episodes for mp100 seasons 1 and 2 because theyre fucking perfect. i'm gonna talk about them. shut up

S1E1:

literally the first thing you see is a distorted mob fighting evil spirits in a wasteland while his bgm plays. no dialogue, no context, no explanations; just batshit visuals and music to make sure you're awake for what's to come

introduces reigen in the funniest ways possible and immediately gets you familiar with his Vibe, yet leaves you with even more questions like "is this the main character? am i supposed to root for this asshole????"

whoops here comes a little boy! whoops he's extremely powerful! and doesn't that music sound familiar??

"THIS IS SHIGEO KAGEYAMA, ALSO KNOWN AS MOB- ... THE PROTAGONIST OF THIS STORY" incredible.

in contrast to All That we then see mob and reigen's ridiculous dynamic, followed by mob's daily life at school. whatever expectations you had about either of these characters 9 minutes ago were wrong (OR WERE THEY????)

now that you know the duo and their main characteristics a little better it's time to really watch them in action. the haunted tunnel does such a good job of showing what mob and reigen actually do at work, how they play off on each other's quirks, setting the tone for the overall supernatural plot, and of course the animation is just gorgeous too

ESTABLISHES THAT REIGEN ACTUALLY DOES LOOK OUT FOR MOB, AND WORRIES FOR HIS SAFETY, EVEN WHEN HE (REALISTICALLY) DOESN'T NEED TO. i can't stress how important this is to show from the beginning, i've seen so many people gloss over that detail and continue to act like he doesn't care about him?? wtf

ALSO ESTABLISHES MOB'S UNCONDITIONAL KINDNESS AND FORGIVENESS. very good

that final scene of mob just.. staring at a group of teens hanging out and talking together while he waits for reigen at the station, who then takes him out for ramen. it adds even more to the genuinity of their friendship, but also hints at mob's struggle to connect with others and figure out what to do in his spare time. all of that, that single episode is just like, the whole show. this is all you need to know

S2E1:

same old reigen with his same old schemes, but it's a nice detail that he didn't wamt to take money from the poor farmer guy and instead asked for a cut of his harvest (who said he doesn't even do fieldwork for a living anyway). reigen's refusal to accept unfair payment comes up a lot in this show and i think that's neat

same(?) old(?) mob goes "shishou for the love of god i have a life outside of this job yknow"

when the wriggle spirit captures reigen first and threatens to kill him if mob persists, mob actually lets his guard down. 1) he learned from last time 2) possibly foreshadowing how mob will be the one to save reigen in more ways than one this season

mob realizes that the spirit isn't directly possessing the plants, but rather sending out a signal that forces them to obey it, which is technically still a form of "control". COUGH minegishi COUGH COUGH toichiro

also mob basically learns plant magic! ~this action will have consequences~

🅱️ROCCOLI

lots of arcs that started in s1 are immediately continued! ichi and the psycho helmet cult, shinji stepping down from the student council, ritsu supporting his brother, etc. and just seeing how many friends mob has now that want him to succeed is amazing

the fact that mob even agrees to ichi's plan about the election and takes it so seriously is proof of how much more determined/confident he's become

mob gets asked out for the first time in his life, and even though it turns out he rejected emi, he's so cool about everything and still wants to hang out and get to know her - early s1 mob probably couldn't have handled it this well

"do you even have feelings, or your own opinions?" "i decided to consider my feelings more" THOSE ARE THE MAGIC WORDS FOR SEASON 2'S OVERALL THEMES AND PLOT BABEY!!!!

the floating paper scene. i don't even need to say anything just take it in

OHO? TSUBOMI? SCHEMING? LURKING? could this be the beginning of the rumored "character depth" i've heard so much about???

n e way. season 3 soon. explodes