#if the sound effects go on for a weird amount of time

[diseaseriddencube]

Attention! I have created an Akudama Drive Visual Novel

you can download it HERE (unzip it and click on the application, it is to be played on Windows and in windowed mode only, turn your audio on) (I pray everything works smoothly 🙏)

This VN is very short and based on my previously written fanfiction, which you can read here if you wish for more context (the fanfic itself isn't even 2k words, so you can already anticipate that this game is much shorter than that)

TW for blood halfway through!! also cannibalism...

[meanbossart]

Do you think Astarion eats, like, at all? Or is it just blood, and any food he eats he does for show and just kind of. Vomits up later? I mean alcohol works on him, and he gets boners, so there's SOME bio-processes happening in there.

The point is, that assuming he does in fact eat, I imagine DUDrow and Astarion going to town on a BBQ whole pig or cow, or some other blue rare piece of meat, and you walk in on them and you genuinely think for a second they're eating a person. But it's just a rather rare side of beef.

(Must be at least brought to a safe temperature, DUDrow can still get trichinosis)

As entertaining as the scenario is, I genuinely don't think Astarion eats!

At least within mine/ANE's lore he has no use for food. He can consume it and keep it down for a while, but it doesn't taste particularly great and he does need to regurgitate it sooner or later. Alcohol has no effect on him either, unless consumed second-hand by drinking from someone who's had it (not scientifically sound, I just think that's funny).

Obviously, it's a losing battle to try and apply biology to a DnD/mythological creature, so I'm all for people making up their own rules in that regard to make as interesting a character/life-state as they can.

Here's some aspects of vampirism as it applies to the canon I made up, and Astarion by extension:

Generally, a vampire's body is in stasis. It's in a stand-still that emulates the exact biology it had when it died.

if enacted within the appropriate amount of time, drinking blood and sleeping in caskets will regenerate most injuries, even ones that would be fatal to humans. The exceptions being: traumatic punctures to the heart, a beheading, or extended exposure to sun-light.

They are entirely immune to things like internal bleeding, infection, or organ failure. They are not immune to blood loss.

Hunger, proximity to running bodies of water, holy places, or entering homes without invitation will drain a vampire's vigor, perhaps even to the point of complete lethargy, but it won't kill them.

-And by "draining their vigor" I mean that they slowly begin to resemble rotting cadavers more and more in smell, appearance, and function.

Unless very freshly fed, a vampire will always emanate some kind of deathly, earthy scent. Said smell is specially apparent in their bodily secretions regardless of satiety.

They are very susceptible to bed-sores.

They have no means of biological reproduction. Their nut's dead.

If it's of any consolation to you, though, I've always had it in my mind that Astarion enjoys watching DU drow eat. So, we can still have the weird "walking into euphemistic cannibalism" scenario but now it's even stranger because one dude is just getting off to it in a corner instead of participating!

[hasnomoxxie]

So, if the Smile Dip Dog swaps with Bill, did he still destroy his own dimension? A dimension full of colorful talking animals? Because I’ve gotta say, that already sounds even sadder.

Right on the money boss!

Here's how I think it'd go!

First off the zodiac, this initially was the way that the beast was split and banished to the astral plane.

Now that this is here, I can list out all the main swaps hoho!

Dipper ⇆ Stan

Mabel ⇆ Ford

Wendy ⇆ Lazy Jane

Soos ⇆ Manly Dan

Abuelita ⇆ Tyler

Pacifica ⇆ Fiddleford

Gideon ⇆ Bud and mrs Gleeful (little villain couple to rival the stan duo)

Robbie ⇆ Preston

THE BEAST ⇆ BILL CYPHER

The pups are silly and playful in nature, opting to try and make things as brightly coloured and 'fun' as possible. Though this usually results in freakish abominations that do things that really shouldn't be done. Though they're not stupid, they know exactly what they're doing and how it effects others- It's mainly just for their own enjoyment.

After destroying their universe full to the brim of brightly coloured talking animals, 'The Beast' was split into halves and banished to the astral plane. This meant their reality warping abilities was whittled down to being intense illusions and hallucinations, however they typically tend to use it to try and restore their original look when they are seen by people- though that only works for a short time.

Pretty much anyone could theoretically see the dogs, either through extreme meditation or having a suspiciously high amount of sugar in your system. Safe to say, a food company having a suspicious amount of complaints from parents saying their kids are now 'unresponsive', 'babbling gibberish and mysteriously disappearing' or were 'seeing God and He's a Dog' was enough to get the entire line of candy shut down. Mabel was unlucky enough to stumble onto some smile dip during a late night work session and met the pups. They quickly bonded and the pups were leading Mabel to the weirdness left right and centre, with the end goal of opening a 'weirdness rift'.

A portal.

Safe to say, Mabel couldn't do this on her own. She's smart but not- dimensional science smart. So she called on the smartest person she knew, her twin brother Mason. At this time, Mason wasn't really doing as well as he could have, being attracted to the extraordinary he was prone to being the laughing stock of his university- but a solid breakthrough. Money wasn't an issue, especially when Mabel's old friend Pacifica was willing to help lend a hand and be on site (despite lying about her financial security in order to help her friends). So- the three of them set to building the portal.

Due to unknown circumstances, Pacifica leaves the project. When Mabel finally realises the true intention of the portal and tries to shut it down, Mason is reluctant to do this- fearing that it may be sabotaging his last chance at being recognised for his scientific works and being slightly jealous that Mabel found all of the weirdness instead of him. Either way, a small fight happens, ending with Mabels disappearance, leaving her scrapbooks behind.

The project failed and the pups still aren't free, but it's a matter of time before someone eventually sets them free

I'm litterally figuring out the timeline as I write but some things are set in stone. I'm just figuring out how to show it all off- I did get alot of outsite help for this too ^^

How would y'all feel about comics? or animations? What particular scenes? I feel like tackling this bit by bit would be the most effective way to go about it, especially for what the world is like in this flipped version.

I dunno this is my first time doing something like this umm, if this doesn't make sense lmk and I'll revise some stuff

umm

bazzinga, thanks for yer question ^^

[merakiui]

jade is absolutely getting off to the thought of drugging you up with mushrooms and then using them to fuck you

Oh, most definitely. 😌

“You’re an ash-hole,” is the first thing to tumble out of your mouth. The insult isn’t nearly as biting as you’d hoped it would be, for the slurred way in which you pronounce the expletive dulls its sharpness tenfold. It does earn you a quirk of the mouth from Jade. The exact opposite of what you wanted.

You’re sweating out of your skin, body temperature rocket-high. It almost rivals the stifling humidity of the off-campus woods, which you think might be your resting place if whatever shit Jade spiked your salad with stops your heart. Pre-hike salad, your foot!

He’s found a comfortable clearing, the lush grass more inviting than the cool breeze tickling your cheek. It feels like the wind has a dozen tiny tongues and they’re all lapping at your face. With a shiver, you smack Jade’s arm away when he offers to ease you down. The world is breathing beneath you. The tree trunk you prop yourself against has a heartbeat, and you watch the lines in the bark undulate like saltwater waves.

“As a member of the Mountain Lovers’ Club,” Jade says, lowering to his knees in front of you, his backpack now shrugged off. When you blink, he’s right in front of you next, checking to make sure you’re still lucid. Mostly. “You must be able to discern dangerous flora from the safe ones. The mushrooms mixed in with your salad have hallucinogenic properties. In small amounts, they’re fine. Quite the exciting trip, one might say. But there are some species that have hazardous effects…”

You squeeze your eyes shut again and inhale a shuddering breath. There are spiders beneath your eyelids and in your skin. It prickles. You move to slap nothing off your arm and find that, in the seconds or maybe minutes your world has been turned over, your shorts have been shucked down to your ankles. Jade’s spidery digits creep in close, parting your legs, sliding along your hole through the fabric. You’d kick him if your body wasn’t so keen on melting like candle wax. All you can do is wilt and take in big gulps of air as he presses in, fingers curling beneath your underwear, prodding inside such a private, sensitive place. You’re not sure how much time passes. You swim in and out of consciousness, occasionally snapping back to yourself like a boomerang.

When you come to, it’s with a keening cry and he hums, sounding quite pleased. You’re not sure how or when it happened, but you came around his fingers. The embarrassment doesn’t settle for long, not when your skeleton is jittering in its fleshy confines. You think you might be sick. Something is crawling up your throat. Hands? Vomit? It feels weird. Just what was in that salad? What terrible mushroom did he experiment with this time?

And that’s just it. Everything he does is experimental. Never on himself. You’d quite like that—to give him a literal taste of his own medicine and watch him crumple. What a glorious day that would be.

Like a surgeon, Jade slips a pair of latex gloves on. For a horrified moment, you wonder if he really is going to bury you out here. But instead he procures a particularly sizable mushroom from a plastic bag. It looks familiar, but right now there are a dozen names rushing through your mind and none of them can be correct. You watch with even more horror as he tears a little square package open and slides the condom over the mushroom’s stipe, all business. Perfectly clinical.

“Today, we’re going to learn to identify mushrooms and their uses.” He beams. “Starting with this one.”

“I…” Your tongue feels all wrong. Numb. Too long. And then too short. You try to pronounce your next words, but they come out in a messy splutter.

“I’ll give you a hint. It’s edible.” Jade smiles angelically.

Gee, thanks for the help. That narrows it down by a lot, you think, sarcastic.

“Maybe this will jog your memory,” he adds, and when you blink the stipe is pushing against your puckered hole. His fingers are wrapped gently around the cap of the mushroom, holding it steady.

“Wha…” You attempt to crawl back from him, but the tree holds you firm. “Jade—”

“It’s a very popular ingredient in soups and risotto,” he continues, undeterred in his approach.

You dig your fingers into the ground and rip up clumps of grass. It feels wrong. Intrusive. This strange, foreign thing. You squirm weakly, but it doesn’t shake him off.

Dunno, you think, your mouth moving mutely.

“It’s part of the genus Boletus.”

Oh, you hate him something fierce. This smart-ass eel. As if you’d know the scientific name or the genus and whatever-heenus-gleenus. You’ll kill him.

Not really. Because who could kill Jade Leech? Not you.

But the feeling comes something close to death as you imagine yourself weaponizing the blazing sun in your scowl and burning a hole through him like he’s an ant under a magnifying glass. Instead, your expression falls and you give a short, sweet whine. The mushroom presses in shallowly. Jade watches with a delight that can only be described as exhilaration. His smile is preternatural.

It turns out it’s a penny bun. Boletus edulis. He tells you that halfway into working the thick mushroom in and out of you.

“I’m sure you’ll have better luck with the next one,” he assures, and then you see it. The many mushrooms packed neatly away in his backpack, each one packaged in that chilling, serial-killer-like precision only Jade Leech could have.

[unholybacon355]

Kinktober Day 29: Eunha x M! Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

A/N: I know has been like a million years since my last post, and we are already on december. But I'm decided to finish my Kinktober run even if take em a whole year. After all I just need to write two more ahahahah But maybe I came out with something in between.

It was a feeling like being between clouds, or at least that's the best way you have to describe it. Eunha thighs are soft and squeezable so they are practically molding around your shaft.

Despiste that you prefer fuck her pussy or plump ass, you still had to admit that fucking wEunha’s thighs have it own charm. Also while she's giving you her back you're able to see her big ass, with her soft cheeks spilling out of her booty shorts.

You were on the couch with your legs open while Eunha was standing in front of you, with your shaft between her pressed thighs and her hands on your knees to help her to balance her own weight. You could only moan while she was pleasuring you on this way.

Is truly fascinating how she can manage to make you feel so much pleasure with this Not so usual way, but for real this is so fantastic. Her honey thighs molds around your meat and you were sure at this point there is an imprint of your dick on her skin. 

Maybe it wasn't so necessary because it was clear that her thighs are so soft, but the amount of lube that you applied on Eunha's thighs was making this experience even better. Making her skin do wet sounds with her movements.

You wish Eunha wasn't wearing anything so you could see her big ass in all of its glory, maybe squeeze her cheeks or play with her holes. But being real this already was too much, the experience of your dick being pressed between a pair of meaty thighs like those already have you spilling pre cum. That's the effect Eunha has upon you.

“Not yet Babe.” Suddenly Eunha stops her movements and parts her thighs to release your shaft. With a clean movement she takes off her shirt revealing her big tiddies, and repeating the movement she makes your wishes real and also takes off her shorts. Now she's completely naked in front of you and in some stupid way the thing that makes you harder isn't her pussy but her soft tummy. “I wanna see you.” 

You're on the clouds because of the pleasure and can't manage to answer so you just let her do it. Eunha puts again your dick between her juicy thighs only that this time she's facing you, so you can perfectly see her tiddies bounce while she starts trusting again. You want them in your mouth, you wanna taste those big pink nipples and tease them with your tongue, and it looks like Eunha is reading your mind because she hugs you pressing your face against her chest.

Now the pose is kinda weird and not comfortable but allows you not only to suck her tiddies, but also squeeze her but. Before the meat of Eunha's buttocks was spilling out of her shorts and now is doing it between your fingers. Her ass as well as her thighs is so soft, also molding at your wishes as if Eunha were made of some fantastic clay that came out of your most dirty dreams.

But she's real and is in front of you, pleasuring you, stroking your shaft with her honey thighs. And this new pose and her nakedness make your shaft rub against the soft and wet folds of Eunha's pussy. Now your dick is drenched on her pussy juices and with the movement her slick is covering her thighs too. Eunha's wetness makes her thighs even softer, if that is possible.

Eunha's big pink nipples are so hard inside your mouth, making a nice contrast with the soft skin of her breast. Your tongue plays with them with expertise, pleasuring one while jiggling the other.

All the feelings combined are so wonderful and since she is doing all the effort here you just have to enjoy, enjoy and let you go. You grab a handful of Eunha's soft buttocks and that's the final pleasure you need to hit the climax.

You start pouring cum out of your dick, making Eunha's thighs more shiny and slippery, mixing your sperm with her pussy juices. Her thighs are now a complete mess thanks to your combined work. And you two are panting after what was a pretty good climax. 

[twstfanblog]

Hey :3 I have another request :3 sorry I'm just a big ass Silver simp and I'm starved for content :3

Anyways! You know how Silver hates to be idle? Like that's his pet peeve, and I can't sit the fuck still ever- so!

SWORD TRAINING DATE 🗣️🗣️🗣️ 🔥🔥🔥

My brothers have some weird hobbies so I have held a sword before so it's not like I'm getting knocked on my ass right out the gate, but like... I'm still getting knocked on my ass cause like- Intermediate swordsman vs Trained Knight of Malleus Draconia, Son of General Vanrouge ™... Yeah there's a clear winner there and it ain't me.

But yeah. SWORD FIGHTING DATE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥 WITH INAPPROPRIATE AMOUNTS OF SEXUAL TENSION 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥 IDK MAN THERE'S JUST SOMETHING ABOUT SWORDS AND HIM AND HIM WITH A SWORD THAT JUST FUCKING GETS ME🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥

Thank you <3

Sword Courting

Silver x Reader

Sword training was a chore, a recreational activity, and as simple as breathing to Silver. Once his father had deemed him ready to hold a wooden blade with some type of grace, he'd been training. It was only an added bonus that he didn't fall asleep as easily when he and Sebek practiced.

But, while he was tutored heavily in the blade, he wasn't sure how effective he'd be as a teacher.

Silver checked over the wooden tool, making sure the handle was properly covered with the cotton stripes, "Are...you sure about this? I'm in full support of you learning proper technique for self defense reasons, but am I the right one to teach you?"

The prefect smiled from across the practice area, still stretching in a warm-up routine, "I mean, I couldn't think of anyone better! Unless you mean to have Sebek or Lilia teach me-"

"No, this is for the best."

"Wow, not even a moment to defend your dad..."

"I love you and believe in your abilities. But, I am sure you'd die from my father's training methods..."

The prefect smiled dryly, walking over to take the sword from Silver's hands, "Thank you for the vote of confidence..."

"I just..." Silver looks away, his face a mixture of bashful and pensive, "I don't want you harmed..."

"..." The prefect smiled, leaning over to press a kiss Silver's cheek before walking away, "Don't worry! I'm much tougher than I look." They turned around, wooden sword in hand and moving to mimic a stance they've seen Sebek do, "Now, let's get started!"

Silver corrected their stance before grabbing his own wooden sword and standing opposite of them. He guided them, showing simple swings and block moves before he moved closer.

"Ok. We'll start simple. Use the moves I demonstrated and we will work to more complex moves as we go."

" Got it!"

What followed could barely be counted as a spar between babies. The dull clicks of wood gently tapping wood as Silver lack lusterously blocked and swung his blade. While he had sacrificed his normal battle mindset to keep the lesson safe, the prefect had grown more annoyed at seeing just how much he was holding back.

When Silver went to swing his sword, instead of blocking, the prefect swung their sword to hit Silver on the forearm. Their attack proving too harsh in their frustration, the resulting clack of Silver's sword moving to block was enough to make both of their eyes widen.

"...Um...I think it best we stick to basics-"

CLACK

The prefect moved again, this time thrusting their sword forward to his stomach only to have it quickly slashed away. Working on pure muscle memory, Silver moved to attack back with more force.

The once dull and rhythmic clicks had turned into a rapidly off-beat assortment of sounds of wooden swords clashing and chest-heavy grunts. Even with the prefect being the clear aggressor of the two, almost chasing Silver around the arena, the knight was stone-faced. He'd let the stray grunt slip past his lips, but his movements almost effortlessly blocked their swings. He couldn't place why the racing of his heart felt so different from normal training, why the sound of the prefect's panting made something in his brain rattle against a cage he never knew was there.

As they lock eyes, the prefect suddenly close enough to grab unto the collar of his shirt, a desperate attempt to stop his elusions. Silver wasn't entirely sure what happened. But the now enormous cage within his mind rattled his very bones and he moved without thinking.

He gripped the prefect by the collar, lifting them off of their feet and over his head. Slamming them to the ground and pinning them beneath him. The two of them staring into each other's eyes as they gave ragged and gasping breaths. As his breathing evened out, he finally took notice of their position. Him straddling their hips, one of his knees pressed against their inner thigh with a hand balled into a fist and pressed in the area between their visible collarbone and sweat-laced throat.

Blushing, Silver blinked and pulled away, but didn't release the prefect's shirt, "Sorry...Sorry, I got carried away. I might have thrown you too hard, are you hurt-"

"Silver, I don't know where this is going, but I am ok with it."

"..." Silver felt the blush on his face darken, the prefect looking into his eyes with an almost hungry intent. He briefly looked to the side before looking back to them, "Where...Where are we going?"

"I don't know, but if you throw me like that again, we're gonna find out."

[ghost-proofbaby]

when you know, you know. (e.m.)

summary: air hockey has never been so romantic.

warnings: it's alluded to that reader is wearing red lipstick. not edited.

pairing: eddie munson x reader

wc: 1.8k+

a/n: a very late valentine's day gift for you all (and eddie). also, the fact i've never written proper mechanic eddie... what a shame.

“Yes!” 

If any of the nearby children flinched, you didn’t notice. You were too wrapped up in your victory, going as far as to partake in a terribly embarrassing dance on your end of the air hockey table as Eddie shakes his head slowly. 

“You definitely cheated,” he deadpans, a twitch of a smile nearly giving him away as he leans down to pick the puck out of the slot below on his end, “There’s no way you’re about to beat me in under five minutes, again.” 

You smile, lips painted red under the lowlights of the arcade as you lean over the table and taunt him, “Or maybe it’s just a skill issue. I wouldn’t keep beating you if you were actually a professional in air hockey like you’d claimed, Munson.” 

Three dates – tonight makes four – and you still hadn’t quite worked out how you’d managed to capture the attention of the boy before you. When he’d originally asked you out to coffee, you’d swallowed down all your excessive excitement just to answer him. The local mechanic that you’d been making heart eyes at every few months when you’d go in for an oil check, the one who hadn’t allowed the others at the shop to oversell you on a damn thing when you’d get your tires rotated. Who always smiled shyly as he’d bring you back your keys.

You’d figured the coffee date would last an hour if you were lucky. The two of you would spend more than five minutes in the same room together, he’d realize how overbearing you were, and that would be the end of it. Ridiculous crush effectively squashed. 

But it hadn’t. 

It had lasted hours, plural. Coffees finished and second lattes nursed until they’d gone cold, the outcome had been the exact opposite of your expectations. Your conversation had flowed effortlessly, common ground and common interests found with ease, and suddenly, Eddie was more than just some cute mechanic for your friends to tease you over. 

The first date had only ended due to his shift at the shop that afternoon. 

The subsequent sushi dinner date, and then the movie night the next week, had also lasted hours. 

“For someone who works on cars, you should be a lot better with your hands,” you poke gentle fun at him as he makes the first hit against the puck this time, far more careful than you had been when serving. 

“Or maybe I’m just determined to keep letting my pretty date win.” 

“And why would you ever do that?” 

Another hit from your mallet, the sharp tapping of your aggressive push ringing out over the sound of nearby machines. You don’t dare to glance in the direction of the ruckus, but you’re pretty sure someone has just won an exciting amount of tickets based on the squeals of glee. 

“I dunno,” Eddie pauses to shrug after he hits the puck once more, his guard dropping. You’re ruthless as you take the opportunity to shoot the puck straight into ‘goal’ on his side of the table. A straight shot, far too easy for your liking, but you still celebrate the victory with another embarrassing dance, “Maybe it’s because I’m into that ridiculous dance they keep doing whenever they score.” 

You immediately stop your little jumps, eyes widening, a rush of embarrassment heating you up from the inside out as Eddie’s eyes stay glued on you. The table powers down as he makes his way around it, feet bringing him right to you. 

You’d always thought Eddie would find you weird, or odd, or unappealing after that coffee date, but the outcome had been better than you could have possibly conceived.

He was an absolute weirdo as well. 

Fondness overtakes his features just like it had on that coffee date when you’d accidentally snorted at one of his jokes, and your heart flutters eagerly. You can’t believe there had been a time you’d only watch him from behind glass, trying to not get caught as you would blatantly stare at him as he’d work on your car. A time when you’d only see his curls up in loose buns rather than framing his face as they were now, a time when you couldn’t even shake his hand due to it being covered in oil. 

That had all only been a month ago, but you already couldn’t imagine your life without Eddie Munson in it. 

“Don’t go shy on me now,” he chuckles as he stops in front of you, smirk deepening the dimples you’d only noticed on your second date with him. He’d been too bashful the first date, ducking whenever his grin would grow too wide on you, biting his tongue on half the flirtatious remarks you wished he would have said. “You won, fair and square, so what’s your prize gonna be, valentine?” 

He also waited until the second date to kiss you. That had nearly killed you. 

“It’s not very fair if you let me win,” you whisper, unable to look away from his eyes. They’re a soft brown, a smooth honey, a nice sight for sore eyes. You kind of like the crinkles beside them, too. Kind of wonder what it would be like to wake up beside him, roll over, and kiss them – all before the sun ever rose. 

He reaches out and gingerly grabs your hand, calloused fingertips brushing your knuckles before he entangles your fingers with his. “Psh, who said I let you win? Maybe I just really suck at air hockey.”

“You just-”

You never get to finish your argument. He’s quick to swoop down, capturing your lips in his. The rudest of interruptions, and it still manages to weaken your knees. 

Each kiss only grows sweeter. And more confident, more sure. The first one had been timid, exchanged on your doorstep with boyish hesitation and meek desperation. But now, several kisses experienced since that night, all apprehension has melted. He lets his lips meld to yours, captures your bottom lip just tightly enough to give it a brief tug when he pulls away. Still soft, ever so sweet, and leaving you wanting for more. 

Four dates. All it took was four dates for him to make you a goner. 

“Now, that wasn’t fair,” you breathe out, betrayed by the smile that you wear. Your chest feels shaken up, impending explosion of mushiness and flowers and hearts and every single cliche the love songs on the radio could squeeze out.

“It was your prize.”

“I never said I wanted a kiss for my prize.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he puts a dramatic hand up to his chest, leaning back so dramatically that your hand instinctively reaches out to loop a finger in his jean pocket to keep him upright, “Would you like me to take it back, my fair maiden?” 

Four dates, and he makes it impossible to not imagine a future of this. Of silly banter, of gentle mornings spent kissing away crows feet, of cutting one another off with the most infuriating of methods. You’re starting to believe you’re just a hopeless romantic, and he’d spotted that from a mile away – he knew every single button to press to have you putty in his hands, and he was taking full advantage of it. 

You giggle, an honest to God giggle, as you say, “Hm, I’m not sure. I heard the return policies on those are a bit wonky.” 

If your friends thought you were insufferable when he was some stranger you just had a crush on, they would be vomiting at the sight of this. 

He leans into your space, close enough to smell his faint cologne and mint on his breath, “Are they? Well, lucky for you, I’m friends with the shop owner. Can definitely accept the return without a receipt. It won’t be a problem, ma’am. I swear it.”

He’s weird. He’s goofier than you could have imagined, snarkier than you could have dreamed, and more romantic than you had yet to uncover. He’s kind of perfect, but you wouldn’t dare say that to his face. Not yet, at least. 

You’re glad you had said yes when he’d asked days prior for you to be his Valentine. And you’re glad he hadn’t gone the boring route, showing up with just chocolates and flowers and calling it a day, but had instead dragged you out to this arcade for a night of adventures as he claimed. 

“And how would one go about returning a kiss, kind sir?” 

He answers wordlessly, bringing up a finger to tap on his lips. He goes as far as pouting them dramatically. 

He wants you to kiss him. 

Lucky for him, you want to kiss him, too. 

Your kiss is more chaste. Teasing as you lift up onto your tippy toes and only press your lips to his for a brief second before falling back. You leave him wanting more – it’s written all over his face, along with a blush that races right over the bridge of his nose. 

He’s cute. He’s cute, and he’s weird, and you really fucking like him. 

“Now that that’s over with,” you have to change the topic, move right along before your heart truly bursts from your chest, “I know what I want my prize to be.” 

He takes a moment to recover, pupils almost resembling hearts as he stares down at you. Eventually he pulls himself from your trance, shaking his head as he asks, “And what would that be?”

You’re the one taking his hand this time. If he gave you the time, you’d like to learn each callous and scar by heart. Trace over them in the middle of night, when it’s just you and him in the darkness beneath your sheets. Memorize the way they feel as he explores every curvature of your body and figure out which of the roughest patches would brush against your most sensitive bits in a way that would make you arch your back right into him. 

The two of you haven’t even discussed if that’s where the night might lead, but you’re sort of hoping the luck in the air doesn’t run out. 

“There’s an awfully pretty ring in the case up at the ticket counter,” you muse, knowing damn well the ring was the ugliest thing either of you had ever seen in your lives, “Think you’ve got the tickets to spare?” 

His hand gives you a squeeze. Something not too tight, something perfectly comfortable. It’s only the fourth date, it’s only the first month – it’s only the beginning. 

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he says, more earnestly than you’d expected, as he steals another kiss. 

You let him. You have this aching feeling in your chest that you’ll probably let him steal an endless amount from you for the rest of your life. 

When you know, you know. Or whatever the poets say.

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Perverted

☆ Reigen Arataka x F!Reader

☆ Chapter 2/3

☆ Genre: Smut

☆ Warnings: NSFW 18+

☆ Contents: Sub!Reigen, Co-workers, Office Masturbation, Humiliation Kink, Caught in the Act, Mutual Pining

☆ Word Count: 7k

Chapter 1 - Cause

Chapter 2 - Effect

The sound of a blaring alarm jerks you awake. In auto-pilot, you immediately reach over and slap the top of your annoyingly loud digital clock, and have to continue to do so several times before it actually goes silent. You slam your face back down into the pillow below you and groan. You really hate mornings.

After a fair amount of self-loathing, you finally sit up a little and grab your phone from the dresser. You see that it’s Monday, 6:15am. Well, you better start getting ready. You’ve already wasted 15 extra minutes in bed.

So, you do just that. You shower, dry your hair, get dressed, make breakfast, do your makeup, ect. It’s around 7:40am when you’re rushing out the door and fumbling with your keys to unlock your car, throwing yourself inside.

You’re to be at work by 8am, and you’re opening alone today as you always do on Mondays and Thursdays specifically. So really it’s not like there’s anyone to scold you for being late, but you still don’t like to be. It’s about a ten minute drive, so you should be fine, if there’s no traffic.

You make your way down the busy streets, singing along to some music as you pass the same buildings you do everyday. When you pass by the Daiso you’re reminded of the events of this past Friday.

You remember coming into the office to a totally worked and strangely-behaving Reigen. You remember how weird the atmosphere was, and you have to convince yourself it wasn’t a dream. The only real proof you have for that is the way you stuttered in your routine this morning to grab your scarf, only to realize it was gone. All weekend you had off and you didn’t really think much about it, kinda busy with visiting family. But you definitely couldn’t stop thinking about it that night, and not now either as you sit at a long-passed turned green light. You ponder what the hell that was about for the hundredth time. It’s not like he was on drugs or something, right? That’d be crazy.

A car honks and you jump in your seat, speeding off as you realize you’ve been embarrassingly holding up the line of cars behind you.

Well anyways, maybe you’ll just ask him about it later if the topic arises. Or if he’s acting similar at all. Maybe he’s sick? If he calls out then you’ll know, but you’ve never ever known Reigen to call out of work. Despite his whole scamming deal, he does take his job seriously and he does it passionately, something you respect him for. Once you had to literally shove him out the door to go home when he came in with a fever.

You finally get to work, parking the car on the side of the road and making your way to the building. The snow on the ground is scarce, but it’s still so cold out you can’t help but being a bit rushed to get inside. You make it up the stairs and down the hall, but as you approach the door, you see there’s already someone standing there. A customer this early?

It’s an older man, and you now recognize him as the customer who came in for a consultation on Friday. The one who gave you extremely detailed instructions for his exorcism appointment. As you get closer you can see him scowling and remember that he was really grumpy and quite inconvenient to deal with. When he eventually notices you he scowls even harder at you, and you sigh internally. You’re dreading this already.

“Finally! Yknow you people open up shop way too late in the day! I’ve been waiting here for a half-an-hour!” He shouts at you angrily. Late? Seriously? It’s 8 in the god damn morning.

“I’m sorry sir,” you say, giving him a sweet, practiced, smile. “We open on the weekdays at 8am. It does say that on our website, but I’m sorry to make you wait so long. We normally don’t have a lot of customers in the morning hours if I’m being honest with you.”

The man scoffs at you and folds his arms, not letting up. “Yeah? Well, it’s probably because your customers are all poor gullible teenagers, right? I knew I shouldn’t have listened to my grandson about coming to this sham-shop!” He says harshly, and you’re now confused.

“Sir, your appointment was for today, was it not? Did something happen?” You ask as nicely as you can, kind of awkwardly standing there in the hallway. You’d prefer you did this inside honestly.

“Actually, hold that thought.” You say quickly just as he’s opening his mouth to answer you. “Would you mind if we took this inside?” You ask, gesturing to the door behind him.

“Fine! Only because it’s freezing out here. Why do you not have any heating in the hallways?” He demands, reluctantly moving out of the way for you.

“You’re telling me! Unfortunately, we’re just one of the few companies in this building, we don’t own it. So I’m afraid I don’t have that authority.” You inform him as you take his place in front of the door and jam in your keys that were already in your hands.

You unlock the front door and immediately sigh as you walk in at the slightly-warmer room temperature. You step over to the thermostat and adjust it as the man steps in behind you and immediately goes to take a seat in front of your desk. You roll your eyes behind his back and close the left-open door. Then you waltz over to your desk and have a seat in your usual chair. You click on your PC and it takes longer to start than usual as you remember how it had to be restarted on Friday, and has not been booted up again since.

“So, what seems to be the problem, Mr… Ito, was it?” You ask and he gives a kind of grunt which you assume means yes. “I assume you want to file a complaint?” You ask.

He laughs once at your question. “Gee, how’d you know? You must be used to this, huh?” He asks rhetorically.

“Well, this is part of my job, sir. But your first appointment isn’t until… eleven-o’clock it says.” You say as you reach into your drawers for the man’s file and examine it.

“Well you’re damn right I’m here to complain! That damn con-artist stole my money!!” He shouts, suddenly getting worked up again. He slams his fist down on your desk at his last statement you just kind of stare at him. You’re still lost.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Ito, can you… elaborate? You say Mr. Reigen stole your money, but… all you’ve paid for thus far is the consultation, correct?” You ask him for clarification. Sure, he could’ve come to the conclusion that even just the consultation fee was overpriced and a scam, wouldn’t be the first time. But this seems a bit intense for that, especially with him not even going through with the appointment yet.

“I’m telling you he literally stole from me! When I came in last Friday for that consultation, he did that stupid evaluation for evil spirits and swiped my wallet! I haven’t been able to find it since!!” He shouts, now getting up out of his chair to basically spit this information at you.

You frown. Reigen may be a con artist, but you know he’s not a thief. Well, one could argue that they’re the same, but they’re really not. He would never just straight up steal from someone! They’d just have to be dumb enough to trust him and give him their money willingly! That’d be on them, nothing to do with him. You take a deep breath.

“Sir, are you positive that this is the case? Mr. Reigen would never do such a thing, I can assure you. We wouldn’t be able to keep this business running if we outright stole from people like that. It’s just not professional.” You tell him calmly, and this does not make him happy.

He then proceeds to shout at you about how dare you question if he’s mistaken, the customer is always right, and that he demands to speak with Reigen himself.

“Mr. Reigen will be in the office around 9:30 if you would like to see him. Until then, I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do to help you.” You inform him as calmly as you can now manage. Seriously, he must be mistaken. You’ll have to text Reigen and warn him about the impending shit-storm he’ll have to deal with the second he walks into work. Not that you escaped that fate either, but at least you can give him a heads up.

“Fine! I’ll just wait here then!” He says angrily and crosses his arms again as he falls back down into the chair below him. He grumbles something about already having to wait and time is money. You nod and kind of awkwardly start logging into your computer in silence. Damn, this really isn’t how you wanted to spend your morning.

Only a few moments go by before you glance at him and see him staring at up at something in the corner of the room.

“You have a CCTV!” He points out just as you turn to follow his gaze and see the security camera in the corner staring down at you both. Oh, that’s right. You had that installed a few months ago after getting a complaint about not having one. Reigen really didn’t want one, but you had no choice when the building owner heard word about it and you almost lost your contract. Anyways, you had totally forgotten.

“Oh, you’re right. I’m so sorry. I’d forgotten it was there.” You tell him honestly. He scoffs and rolls his eyes at you, clearly not buying that.

“Yeah, well, can you check it? I know that guy took my wallet. I demand to see that footage!!” He says sternly, and you suppose you have no choice. You have no idea how to check the footage honestly, you’ve never had to. But you can try.

“I’ll take a look. Just hold on a moment please.” You say and get up from your seat. The footage storage is connected to Reigens computer somehow, so you’ll have to figure out how to get to it. Otherwise he’ll have to do it when he gets here.

You get to his computer and turn it on, logging in easily as you already know his passcode. You search around the desktop for it, and then in the folders until you eventually come across something labeled ‘CCTV LOG’ and click it. It’s actually an application, and it’s kind of confusing to look at when it opens up. You’re figuring out how to navigate this kind of out-of-date looking setup as the man now walks over to where you are. He takes a seat in Reigens customer chair now instead.

He looks very impatient when you glance at him and you’re starting to get a bit nervous here. You’re taking way too long just to figure out how to find the footage.

“Well?! Do you see it?” He blurts out suddenly. Though you’re not sure what he’s referring to when he says ‘it’. Evidence probably?

“Just a moment sir, please.” You say to him and continue clicking on things until you can find where the video footage is actually stored. You finally find it and let out a quiet sigh of relief.

“Alright, I’m looking at the footage. Let me find when you came in.” You inform him and he doesn’t say anything as you continue.

You search for Fridays date and click it open. It starts at 1am in the morning, the office dark and empty, only the moonlight lighting the scene. Obviously, this is no help. You skip forward on the timeline until the morning where Serizawa comes in to open. You realize there’s no sound as he sets his things down.

Okay. Gotta find when this guy came in. Unfortunately there is no times on the timeline bar, so you’re kind of playing a guessing game here. You click a bit too far and see the office is dark again now, and you’re sitting in Reigens desk as he sets salts on the couch. Ah, you remember this. Still not what you’re looking for.

You’re about to go scroll back when you remember something suddenly. You were just wondering earlier about why Reigen was acting so weird, right? This seems like the perfect excuse to check.

You debate about this in your head for a moment. Maybe it was something private? It feels kind of wrong to be snooping on here for your own curiosity, even if it is office footage that everyone should be allowed access to. It’s probably nothing anyways, right? Couldn’t hurt to just… scroll through slowly? For no particular reason.

So, you click the marker and drag it some-what slowly to the left, not too slowly but enough to not miss too much in between clumps of frames. You watch as the two of you move in reverse, passing when you gave him the scarf, stood awkwardly in front of his desk, first entering, and then-

Oh.

Your breath gets caught in your throat as you let go of the mouse and the video resumes playing a scene you absolutely were not prepared for or expecting to see. And thank god for there being no sound.

The act you’re watching him do right now, he’s doing at YOUR desk for reasons that escape you at first. But then you notice something else. Your scarf, scrunched in his hand and pressed to his face. The camera quality isn’t amazing, but it’s enough to see that and the way his eyes are starting to roll back. You stare at the screen wide eyed as you feel your face go hot, and your mind races with thoughts. Why is he holding your scarf while… doing that? Why is he doing it in the office? Oh god, THATS why he was sweating and nervous before you came in? Did he… finish before you-

“What is it?! Did you find it?!” The man shouts out suddenly, and you whip your head around to find him staring at you. Of course, you probably look like you just watched him murder someone.

“He stole it, didn’t he?! Let me see!” He demands and begins to lean over the desk to get a look. You frantically click to another point in the video, hoping for it to not be anything like THAT.

Thankfully, it’s not. In fact, it skips right to the beginning of this man’s consultation. You turn the monitor around slightly so that he can watch as you silently freak out to yourself.

This is so fucked up. You should be terribly disturbed, horrified even, at the fact that your boss was masturbating to assumingely the thought of you. In YOUR desk with YOUR scarf which you ended up GIVING to him.

But…

Why do you feel… like this instead? Seeing him like that… I mean, yes you were and still are shocked out of your mind. But what you’re feeling isn’t disgust or anything of the like, it’s more of a flustered feeling. God knows it’s insane to feel flattered at something this… taboo? But god, you really did that to him? He… thinks about you like that? Are you excited right now?

Your breathing is thick and heavy as you try to be as calm as you possibly can be on the outside. You try to shake off your thoughts for a moment to address the man in front of you. You kind of desperately want him to leave now.

“Ah, this is all before the ritual thing he did. Skip to the evil-spirit searching part! When he gets out of his chair.” The man tells you before you can say anything. You just nod and very carefully scroll a little further until you find what he’s looking for.

The video plays as Reigen performs some sort of ritual on this man to scope out spirits or something. You’re not really sure. You were on lunch break at this point. It goes on for several minutes before Reigen goes back to his chair, and as far as you can tell, he didn’t take anything from this guy. Barely even touched him.

“Sir, I-“ You start and don’t get to finish.

“No! I know what I’m talking about! I know he did it! Rewind! I’ll watch it closer this time.” He insists to you, keeping his eyes on the screen.

You sigh and do as he says, reluctantly. This happens again where you have to rewind for him once more, until it’s very clear that there was no robbery of any sort here.

You inform the man that he can still talk with Reigen if he’d like, but he just interrupts you to rant about how phony your company is, and that he’ll be contacting someone and never be coming back. He then stomps out the door as you try to ask if he’d like to cancel his appointment. But as he slams the door with no answer, you assume that’s a yes.

You slump down into Reigens chair and groan, putting your face in your hands. What just happened?

You look around the room, where you’re sitting, up at the camera, and then back at the computer screen.

How did he not think about this? Getting caught on video. And if he did, why wouldn’t he delete it? Did he want you to find it? No, you never look at this footage, as previously mentioned. But of course the one time you do, you see this.

Or does he always do this?

You slowly reach for the mouse and adjust the monitor to be fully facing you again. You click the marker on the timeline again.

This is wrong.

This is wrong this is wrong this is wrong.

You should just pretend like you never saw this. Click out of the application now and walk away.

But now you’re skipping back to where you had stopped before, but you’re going a little before that too. You watch him palm himself at his own desk, and assumingely receive that text from you. You watch as he gets up and checks the door, of course that couldn’t have kept you out if you had arrived any earlier. How didn’t he think of that ?

Then you watch it all happen from the beginning in real time. The whole thing. You watch the way he strokes himself, and leans into your scarf, probably carrying your scent you assume. When he leans back from it, you can see his pleasure-risen face and the way he’s breathing so heavily. He looks desperate and so insanely needy with that expression he’s making, and he can hardly keep his pace for too long without stuttering. You watch his mouth move as he says somethings, and now you really wish there were sound.

Without really noticing, you’ve taken one foot out of your heel and brought it up under you. You grind against the heel of your foot in a need for some kind of friction, your eyes glued to the screen.

You can see how his mouth hangs open and he must be moaning out. God, you want to hear him. You want to hear him so bad.

This is crazy. You’re getting yourself off in the office as you watch your BOSS get off to you in the office a few days prior. Granted, you’re not being nearly as obvious about it, but you wouldn’t want someone to walk in right now either.

Oh, shit.

You remember suddenly all at once that you are at work, during work hours. You’ve not done any of your opening tasks due to that customer immediately screwing up your morning, and now this. There’s not much you have to do, but it looks like Reigen will be here fairly soon, so you should really ex-out of this and get to work.

You do so reluctantly, even though you really don’t want to stop. You’re still insanely horny even when you do a few tasks and are now sitting at your desk answering emails. Even when Reigen walks in at 9:30 and greets you. You give him a kind of quiet greeting, and stay glued to your work. You hardly look at him, like you’re afraid you might lose your mind if you do. You just can’t stop picturing him in that chair. In your chair.

He doesn’t seem to think anything of your quietness, and the two of you just kind of work for a while. That is, until it hits 10:30 and you realize you still haven’t told him about his canceled appointment.

“Oh, right. Reigen…” You start, reluctantly turning to look at him.

“Hm?” He hums at you in response, but doesn’t look back at you yet.

What were you picturing when you thought of me?

“ Uh, your 11am appointment today. You remember that guy with all the requests?” You say unsteadily.

He looks over at the clock on the wall and nods. “Right. He’ll be here pretty soon, huh? Don’t worry I figured out how to appeal to all that absurd extra stuff.” He tells you confidently as he looks back at you. You swallow hard looking at him.

What kind of things were you moaning out? Did you say my name?

“Yeah… about that. He actually canceled this morning.” You tell him and wince.

“What?!” He shouts, looking genuinely shocked and confused. He must’ve put in a fair amount of effort to plan and accommodate those needs.

You inform him about what happened, and you obviously do not inform him of anything you may or may not have seen on the CCTV footage that wasn’t just his non-incriminating appointment recap.

Still though, when you mention about watching the footage you cant help but notice him get a little stiff and kind of nervous? It’s subtle, but you can notice a change in his attitude. Maybe it’s because you already know what he did. Maybe if you didn’t, it would’ve gone over your head.

“So then he just kept shouting about how he was going to contact the police or something? Or report us? I don’t really know. Not that that’ll do us any harm if he does actually do it really, you’re obviously innocent. But I guess it would suck to have police here at all.” You babble on.

“No, you’re right. I just can’t believe that guy would accuse me of petty theft. I mean, come on.” He agrees, putting his hand over his mouth and looking off in thought. You’re still thinking things. Goddamnit, brain. Think something normal for two seconds!

“So, how did you uh… look at the footage? You don’t normally do that, do you?” He asks suddenly as he looks at you sidelong, and obviously you know why, but have to pretend like you don’t.

“Huh? No, I’ve never looked at it before. I just kind of figured out how when I found the application in your folders. Sorry for that by the way, having to go though your computer.” You tell him, apologizing for your invasion of privacy. On a much deeper scale than he’s aware of.

“Right, right…” He says and it stays kinda silent for a few moments.

“Why? Something you don’t want me to see?” You say because even when you know what you do, you can’t help teasing him. You’re m also kind of curious how he’ll react.

He makes direct eye contact and stares at you for too long to be comfortable at all. Like he’s trying to read you, but you’re doing the exact same.

“No, of course not.” He says finally, breaking out into a smile and waving it off. “I’m smart enough not to have anything I wouldn’t want people seeing on my work computer. Only an idiot would do sketchy things at the workplace.” He babbles on and you almost just laugh, but manage to hold it in. Right, only an idiot, truly.

“So you admit you look up sketchy things at home then?” You muse and cant help the smirk that creeps up. This is kind of a normal thing for you two, casual teasing, but not crossing the line too much.

“ That is for me to know and you to never find out.” He says flatly and goes back to clicking about on his monitor. You laugh a bit and go back to your work as well. You manage to shake off most of the perverted thoughts from then on. Everything feels normal.

Mondays can be pretty slow, especially in the mornings. It picks up a bit towards lunch, and you take a break after that to get the both of you some lunch. Serizawa isn’t scheduled today and Reigen informs you that Mob won’t be stopping by either. So it’s just the two of you for the rest of the afternoon.

You’re walking back down the street with a takeout bag holding a few burgers and fries, along with two take-out cups. You’d be surprised if your sodas weren’t frozen by the time you get back. You make it back to the building and up the stairs, struggling to open the door with full hands. When you do, you’re surprised to see the setup of the room somewhat different. He has his whole massage station set up in the room, some of the things that were in the center pushed away.

There’s a topless woman on the massage bed, face down of course. Her back is slick with oil and Reigens hands match the same consistency as his thumbs press into her shoulder blades. He’s going on about some spirit lingering on her body, but she doesn’t seem to be listening really especially as she moans a bit at his firm movements.

This is normal for customers who come in for massage-therapy related exorcism’s. Reigen is apparently incredibly good at this particular thing, and you sometimes wonder why he didn’t go into being a masseuse instead.

You watch his hands slide down her back, caressing her skin. Your eyes are trained on them, and something in you flickers as you remember what they also do to himself. What they have done. How badly you want them on you instead. That with this lady’s subtle moans makes this kind of  an erotic scene, or maybe you’re just particularly into this kind of thing.

And maybe you’re feeling just a hint of jealousy right now. Just a little.

You’re not sure what alerts him to your presence, maybe he sees you out of the corner of his eye or maybe he got a whiff of the fast food in your hands, but finally he ends up looking up at you after you’ve already stood there staring for an odd amount of time.

“(Y/n)! You’re back! Took you long enough, I thought maybe you got lost.” He laughs.

You’re like almost 100% sure that you’re blushing, and you’re really hoping it’s not that noticeable so that he doesn’t comment on it.

“Ha ha,” You start sarcastically and then turn so he can’t look at you any longer, making your way to his desk to place the food down. “There was a really long line and wait for the food. I was there for way longer than I expected to be.” You explain.

“Ah yeah, I forgot it gets busy around this time.” He says thoughtfully before you turn back around and see he’s back to massaging the customer. “I’m just exorcising this spirit from this poor civilian here. I know you can’t feel it, but it’s a pretty big one! Alright Miss, now I’m going to-“

He gets back to his ritual immediately after explaining to you and you leave him to it, desperate to just get back to work and not think about this. Of course, that does prove incredibly hard when you keep hearing the noises. And though Reigens silly speech and yelling should be enough for you to not focus on that, instead you just keep watching his body. From behind him, you literally cannot help but think things like how fucking good his pants make his butt look. And this isn’t your first time thinking that at all, but you’re so needy for him right now it’s driving you crazy. You think you’d give anything to be the woman on that bed right now, to have Reigens hands on you.

This goes on for an agonizing amount of time, and eventually the session finishes. You’re almost positive that the woman seems to be flirting with Reigen once it’s over and he’s going over some final things with her.

“Oh, Mr. Reigen I really can’t thank you enough. That exorcism felt incredible and I’m positive the curse must be gone now, thanks to your work. I feel weightless.” She compliments him. You watch her with a burning gaze as she shamelessly bats her eyes at him and rests her hand on his shoulder, caressing slightly down his arm. He doesn’t seem bothered by this at all, or really he doesn’t seem to have any reaction.

“Of course Ma’am, just doing my job. I sincerely hope you don’t come in contact with any type of evil-sprits again, but if you do, please feel free to come back for another session.” He tells her with a practiced smile. Not flirting, he tells everyone some variation of this after their session.

“Oh, I’m sure I will. Yknow I think I’ll be coming into contact with them a lot in the near future. Just a hazard in my line of work I suppose.” She tells him smoothly and she still has her hand on him. You feel like you’re glaring holes into the side of her head but you can’t make yourself stop.

“Is that so? Well, I’d be happy to keep doing business with you.” He tells her calmly and you wonder if he knows or not.

You see the woman start to turn her head and you immediately look away before she can catch the look you were giving her. You feel her looking at you for just a moment.

“You’re really quite good with your hands, has anyone told you that, Mr. Reigen?” She asks him and you look back at them again now that no one is looking at you. She gets closer to him and leans her face in way too close for your liking.

“I hear you do at-home exorcisms as well. Maybe the next session could be at my place?” She suggests softly and quiet enough for you to just barely hear it.

Before you can even feel any type of angry, jealous emotion, you watch his head turn to you. The two of you lock eyes if not only for a few moments, and he looks… worried? Not for himself, but more like he was checking to see how you were reacting. He probably wasn’t expecting you to be looking at him though, as his mouth hangs open with something he was about to say. But he resumes as soon as he shakes off whatever it was he was thinking and breaks your eye contact again.

“I’m sorry Ma’am, but I only do at-home sessions with people whos spirits are locked to a specific place. If the spirit is on your body then I’m afraid it would be pointless and a bit inappropriate to perform at your home.” He tells her very matter of factly, back to his usual demeanor.

She doesn’t seem to let up at this.

“Oh, but I think I do have one in my home! He’s quite nasty, making my life very uncomfortable.” She tells him with a frown. “I can feel him watching me when I shower… or when I undress. He must be a pervert. You can help, right?”

She pulls hair behind her ears and looks up at him innocently, tracing a finger down the length of his arm now.

He just stares at her blankly for a few moments, and it’s a bit awkward if you’re being honest. For her, anyways. Then he breaks out into a big customer smile, putting a hand on her back and suddenly making an open gesture in your direction.

“Well then! I’d be happy to take the job! Just head over to my secretary over there and she’ll get you scheduled!” He tells her brightly and then saunters back to his desk.

She looks quite thrown at his sudden change of demeanor and exit, looking to him and then at you unassuredly. You are pretty thrown yourself honestly, almost mirroring her expression. When the two of your eyes meet though and she starts towards you, you collect yourself and nod. You preceded to set this woman up with her appointment, and you’re silently worrying about what’s even going to go down there. She’s probably lying about the spirit, but not like that’ll stop Reigen from ‘finding’ it and getting money out of this whole deal. Obviously she’s expecting to get something else out of it and you’re almost positive it won’t turn out the way she hopes at all. Almost positive. It’d be kind of delusional to assume you knew everything about him, maybe he’s down for it too.

There’s still an anxiety that eats at you even after the date is set and she makes her leave. You look over at where Reigen is sitting, and you bite your lip nervously. You’re just gonna say something.

“I’m almost positive that woman was flirting with you.” You tell him suddenly. “You noticed, right?”

He looks at you a little surprised by your question obviously. But he just shrugs.

“Yeah I kinda picked up on that. It’s pretty normal from woman who get that treatment, and sometimes even from men. It’s just something about those kind of massages, they’re inherently kind of erotic I suppose. She’ll get over it.” He informs you nonchalantly and you guess he’s right. Even you were kind of turned on by it and you were just watching. Though you guess there were other factors.

“Well, that probably means there’s not actually a spirit at her place. What are you gonna do when you get there? I think you might’ve given her false hope about how that’s all gonna go down.” You say to him and start to find a place in your file cabinet for the papers she’d filled out.

He seems to find this amusing the way he smiles at your words, and he shrugs again.

“Eh, it doesn’t matter. I can be very good at acting oblivious. And you know that even if there’s no spirit, I’ll find one.” He replies cooly, and kind of spins his chair back and forth slowly as he leans back to look at you.

You look over your shoulder at him and raise an eyebrow. “And what if she tries to make a move on you?” You ask hypothetically.

“Then I file for sexual assault. More cash. It’s a win-win either way, really.” He tells you in the confident tone that is so very him. You have never met anyone quite like this man in your life.

Still, you feel kind of relieved at this. That all seems a lot more likely that him going to her house for a hookup.

“Plus, it’s always nice to get appointments that I won’t need Mob for. I feel bad calling the kid in all the time.” He adds and you nod. You guess that’s a good thing too.

You two then proceed to discuss Mob for a while while you both eat your lunch, how he’s been doing and such. He’s a really cute kid, but you don’t see him as often as Reigen does of course. You think they have a very cute father-son thing going on that you tease him for sometimes.

After that the conversation dies down. Reigen gets a few more customers and you file a few more appointments, monitor and tweak some things on his website, answer more emails, etc etc. You’re very exhausted by the time it reaches and passes your out-time. You were quite distracted today so you still have some stuff you need to get done before you feel comfortable leaving.

“Going home late today?” He asks as he walks past your desk to get a drink of water from the dispenser across the room.

“I guess so. I was working kinda slow honestly. My fault.” You tell him, and you suppose that’s true, but you don’t know if you can say it’s completely your fault.

“Ah, it happens. What are you thinking about?” He asks as he walks back over to your desk with his little cup of water in hand.

“What do you mean?” You ask as you look up at him.

“Working slow isn’t really your deal, (Y/n). I know you. So something’s on your mind. What is it?” He says, analyzing you unwarranted.

You kind of falter for a moment, looking away from his intense gaze at you.

“It’s… it’s nothing-“ you start.

“Don’t tell me, was it that lady from earlier? Were you jealous?” He says entirely sarcastically and you roll your eyes.

“Oh, of course. I was so sure she was about to steal my position as your overworked glorified secretary.” You reply back just as sarcastic and shoot him a look.

He chuckles at this and then circles around the side of your desk. He leans on the side with one hand as he stands in front of you.

“Then, what’s up? You can talk to me y’know. Doesn’t matter that we’re at work, we’re still friends.” He tells you and you nod. You know you can. But this topic specifically probably negates that fact.

“It’s really nothing. I’m just tired today. It’s not a big deal, I’ll just go to sleep early tonight.” You lie to him and he frowns at you. He continues to stare you down until you start to feel a little nervous.

“Um, but anyways,” You start, quickly trying to change the subject. “I was only meant to be out an hour before close. I’ll just stay until you close, and if you want I can give you a ride?” You offer him.

He continues to frown at you, until eventually you guess he decides his insistence is pointless if you really don’t want to talk about it. He nods to you.

“Yeah, alright. I don’t think I have any extra work, so I’ll just close up on time today.” He says and heads back to his desk.

You sigh in relief, thankful he didn’t press about that any further. What could you even tell him? Sorry, I just keep thinking about you jerking off I can’t get any work done.

Time after that goes by fast and you’re back to thinking about what you saw again. You don’t even get much more done at all thanks to that, but you figure you’ll just have to work extra hard tomorrow to make up for it. You’re too tired for this.

The two of you quickly close up the office and make it to your car. You converse like you normally do on the drive, and you keep scolding yourself for trying to take peeks at him repeatedly. He’s got his chin resting in his hand propped against the window, looking out of it. He’s so fucking pretty. Your heart races for some reason just admiring him. You’ve got it so damn bad and now that you know he wants you too, you can’t control it.

The car ride passes fast too and you’re shocked you didn’t manage to crash with the amount of time you had your eyes off the road. Before you realize it you’re parked outside his apartment complex.

“Well, good work today. Thanks for the ride, I’ll see you tomorrow, etcetera.” He says jokingly, practiced phrases from the amount of times you’ve done this for him already. You look over at him and something tugs in your chest. You don’t want him to go, or rather you don’t want to go home without him. You’ve been so needy for him all day, but you can’t exactly tell him that, can you?

“Reigen, wait.” You say before he can pull the door handle, and he turns to face you curiously.

You try to think of something, any excuse to stay with him longer. You didn’t really think before calling out to him, you just did it and now you’re kind of at a loss for words.

“What is it?” He asks as he tilts his head at you.

That face. He looks so innocent, but you’ve seen what he’s done. You’ve seen the actions he took that he thought no one, especially you, would see. Really, if you’re being honest, the reason you couldn’t get work done today is his fault. He’s made a mess of your mind. Even now you’re picturing that face and you want to see it with your own eyes. Not behind a screen. You’re considering crazy things right now.

“Are you alright? Your face is turning pink.” He points out and you suddenly snap out of your thoughts. How long were you just staring at him like an idiot?

“Huh? Oh, uh,” You stumble for words, suddenly snapping forwards so your face is out of his field of view. “Sorry. I was just… Can I use your bathroom?” You ask and it must’ve just blurted out as soon as you thought of it because even you’re a little embarrassed by the question immediately after.

Of course he tells you yes, though a little confused. And that’s how it all starts. 

[restlesscrybaby]

!!! MR. RING-A-DING / LUX IMPERATOR !!!

--- *LIGHT INVASION!*

A Headcanon Post!

[ Up to you if it's romantic or platonic! ]

----- ⚠️ THIS HEADCANON POST CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE ENDING! ⚠️ -----

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I AM... EVERYTHING... AND I AM... NOTHING.

You swear those words were some sort of omen to you. Like.. Too close to you for your own good. It was strange.

Maybe it was your style.

Or your personality.

Or your use of all things light.

Or even your misuse.

But, it seemed you attracted the attention of a god.

It started up at the movie theater, a simple adventure to see a movie you had been DYING to see had come out and.. Of course, you were going to go. The scent of popcorn and butter flooded your senses for days after from that place. You swore you still had a popcorn kernel jabbed deep into your teeth from tossing it into your mouth while you stared at the big screen.

Like old times, Lux ( I'll call him 'Mr. Ring' since I think its cuter. ) had found himself in a theater again. He was everything now. He manipulated his way through any form of light. His attention was first grabbed when the projection clicked on. Out of the crowd. You were.. different

A new form of... Light.

It was almost confusing, confuzzling even, how your eyes so intently watched the screen, and he lingered transparently in the burning light of a projector. It was... Unique. It had been a LONGGG time since he messed with Earth, and watched all the people. Times were different... Film was gone.

Of course, when the projector clicked off, he crawled his way quickly into the lights, to him, it was like... Those glass floors you look down through. You tiredly walked, your hands tossing the empty bucket of popcorn into a trashcan, starting to teeter on being overfilled. You yawned, covering your mouth as the sounds of chattering families and friends echoed the theater.

Of course, you were quick to get home, now that the sun had set. The moon was beautiful...

IF YOU DRIVE A CAR. = You slammed the door shut behind you. You were quick to try to leave.

- You were swift to turn the car on, thinking of the movie you had just seen. Good? Bad? Maybe both. You just had fun!

- Your radio clicked on, and the screen on your car displayed the title of the song you had last been listening too on the way. You stared at the screen, before your foot pressed the brake and you grabbed the gear shift. It's just time to go.

- As you drive, you had no idea you had picked up a.. Hitchhiker of sorts. He pressed his face into the class of your cars computer system screen, his pig-like nose creating a small circle of fog around it, before he leaned back. With a cartoony 'POP!' Sound effect.

- Strange.. Your eyes looked to the system quickly, but.. Nothing was wrong. The song continued to play.

- Human music is so... Unique.

- He enjoyed your music quite a bit. The new music was so... DIFFERENT!! He couldn't help himself but dance to your music. Even if it meant taunting you JUSTTT a smidge by tap-dancing!

- Which was weird for you... Because why the fuck do you keep hearing slight tap-dancing?

IF YOU WALK HOME = Your footsteps emptied the movie theater lobby, leaving behind a place that would always be too expensive but oh so good. You tossed away the empty popcorn bucket into the trashcan.

- You held tightly onto your phone as the doors clicked open easily, and your shoes thudded the pavement outside the movie theater.

- You felt blinded by the AMOUNT of cars leaving. You turned your head away from the blinding lights shining as people rushed home now.

- Luckily, that isn't enough to diminish your mood! You strided down the stairs, as you held your phone tightly, your hands dipping into your pocket ( purse, or etc. ), digits coiling around earbuds. You were quick to pop one into your ear and begin your walking journey.

- The street lamps provided a sense of comfort as you walked beneath them, the streets got lonely, scary even during the night. Who could deny that!?

- The more you walked, the more houses you seen, before it became the LESS houses you'd see. You'd watch in the distance as porch lights clicked off, alerting to... Nothing, even, that the night was coming to an end and it was time for rest.

- For a moment, you stopped your footsteps beneath one of the street lamps, just for a brief moment. Tying your shoes, checking your phone, picking something up, anything.

- And the light flickered above you.

- You looked around, surrounded by eerie darkness for a split moment, the comforting hum of light reappearing as quick as it had disappeared.

- You let out a sigh of relief.

- Even if you didn't know it, you were gifted light once more from the humble hands of a chaos God.

- But, that doesn't stop a pep in your step.

As you returned home, Mr. Ring was. SO QUICK. To dive into ANY LIGHT you had clicked on.

You had the porch light on?

BAM!

You turned your phone on?

BAM!

You turned on the living room light?

BAM!!!!!!

He was. SO QUICK. To find his way into your life.

His favorite was your phone, computer, tablet, etc screen. He found your.. Almost MINDLESS scrolling and the thriving of content.. So entertaining.

What people did with light now!

Cat videos, dog videos, 'memes', blogging, vlogging, writing, art, selfies, life itself, all stuffed into a simple device that gave off LIGHT!

If you left your computer turned on and you left the room, he would have a FRENZY!

He would be quick to find his way to mess with the screen. He loved how advanced humans were! Yes.. He went through your stuff. No shame! It's human stuff!

With a move of the mouse, the refracted light shined and shifted, he stood on the screen, how funny it is what you can do as a God who is... EVERYTHING AND NOTHING!! He looked to the icons at the bottom, his rubberhose arms suddenly slinking and grabbing the icon of a small circle with a bunch of color on it. He jumped as a search engine popped up behind him, his head turning like that of an owl, then his body followed. His eyes widened, like dinner plates, and he began to explore what ever he could.

Oh.. You don't have a computer?

PHONE!!

Don't leave nothing open with him around now!

You had made ONE MISTAKE! You left your YouTube running and open! On a big essay video too... You were off doing.. Whatever! Showering, doing work, drawing, writing, cooking, cleaning, YOU PICK!

When he flooded his way into the device, feeling the light circle through his toon body, his thoughts were interrupted by the audio from your phone, his body doing that same turn. He gasped as the video played, mouth going agape as he let out an overdramatic gasp.

He was QUICK to find the way out of the video you HAD been watching. His four-fingered hands slinking around with cartoon logic, his world being opened by the sight of.. EVERYTHING!

Mr. Ring wandered until he found the old cartoons. The 1930's ones. Like his form! His eyes focused on the screen, the rubberhose animation bouncing, 'boing!', 'yoink!', and every other noise playing from the speaker. It's like a sense of home.

Of course. You would notice.

Lights flickering, your TV, phone, computer, everything acting weird. Huh...

You couldn't figure out the problem...

A lot of technicians said your lights were fine,

A lot of tech companies said your devices were fine,

So what was going on?

Even something as simple as your cars headlights clicking off and on was a dismissal from mechanics!

... You know,

Maybe one day, you'd figure out the culprit!

For now, he dived into your life behind the scenes.

...

FOR NOW!!!

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Only person to call him 'Mr. Ring' instead of his actual name? Probably!

This was my first time writing for him, so.. This is fun to step into.

ALSO. P.S. IF THERE'S ANY FUCK-UPS, IGNORE IT, PLSSS 🙏🙏🙏

WE ARE SO BACK!!!

[crowsofdarkness]

CamBoy! Bill Skarsgard: First Virtual Meeting-Part One

-pic not mine.-

Pairings: CamBoy!Bill Skarsgard x Viewer!Reader

Summary: Bill isn't ashamed of the work he does, showcasing his body online for anyone willing to pay. His number one rule was never to make a connection with anyone who either sent him messages or paid for private one-on-one video sessions. That was until you decided to request a certain private session.

Content Warnings: 18+ smut which includes Bill having an only fans page, masturbation, phone sex, virtual sex, and language.

Authors Note: this is a limited mini-series, just a bunch of blurbs that take place in this universe. i'm not sure exactly how long this will be. tags will be open for this if anyone is interested!

CamBoy!Bill masterlist.

What the hell am I doing? 

I found myself asking that same question more than once ever since I signed up for only fans a few weeks ago. Not as a producer but as someone that watches and enjoys. At first I was extremely nervous, chasting myself for even thinking of subscribing to strange men who do sex work, virtually. But after being single for my entire life, I’d become desperate. I craved some kind of attention whether it be sexual or just a simple conversation. Although, after being subscribed to a few different pages on Only Fans for a few weeks, I had yet to actually talk to anyone. 

I mean, who the fuck subscribes to Only Fans to talk to people?

Again, asking myself what the hell am I doing?

Letting out a deep breath, I eased farther back into my bed with my laptop on my lap as I clicked through the different pages I subbed to, ready to unwind after a long day. I had a date earlier that ended in disaster, further proving that maybe a relationship was not meant for me. It was weird, me finding more comfort doing this rather than dating. 

Even though there were a few accounts I liked, there was one that I had always found myself going back to when I thought I wanted something different. 

Bill with the 70’s porn stache. 

I watched nearly all of his videos with my rose vibrator pressed against my clit or using my dildo while Bill had his hand wrapped around his cock. He never had any special effects or wore masks like a lot of the other creators on here which is why I found myself drawn to him. He also had a tik tok page where he would post videos showing off his defined abs or trying whatever viral sound was trending. I liked every single new video he posted but never commented due to being shy. He had over a million followers, there was no way he’d ever pay attention to one of my comments. 

Earlier today, he posted a Tik Tok saying he’s offering a new type of content on his OF page, one on one virtual meetings. For a certain amount of money, Bill would skype call someone for ten minutes and they could have virtual sex. Only one time. He made it clear that he would never have more than one virtual call with someone. Almost immediately I checked to see if my funds were available for this but then when I actually thought about it, it was weird, right? Having virtual sex with a stranger? 

Then again, how would it be any different than me getting off to old videos he posted? 

He would actually be talking to you. Which is what you want, no? 

Gnawing on my bottom lip, I quickly signed up for this special one on one virtual meeting and after paying the amount that would put a small dent in my bank account, I waited. Bill mentioned earlier that due to how many people would most likely sign up, he would have to set times and dates for everyone. So instead of sitting for a reply, I opted on placing my laptop on the other end of my bed and dragged my feet to the bathroom across the hall in my apartment. When I first sat down with my laptop, my body had been vibrating with the need for a release but now as the nerves began to eat away at me for what I’d just signed up for, I needed to think of something else. 

By the time I returned into my room, towel wrapped around my soaked body, I saw a flashing notification on my laptop making my heart nearly burst out of my chest. I didn’t bother to get dressed, simply sat on the edge of my bed still in my towel and brought my laptop to my lap. 

New message from Porn Stache Bill. 

While his username wasn’t that great, he made up for it with the content he provided. 

Letting out a deep breath, I clicked open the message and nearly choked on my saliva when I saw it was a video message from Bill. 

“Fuck, this is too real,” I muttered under my breath, finger hesitating over the play button before I hit it.

Bill appeared on the screen of my laptop, dressed in only a pair of grey sweats. The muscles of his abs seemed to rippled underneath the light of his bedroom as he leaned back against the dark sheets of his bed. His hair was messy, chest rising and falling with each deep breath he took which only made me wonder what he’d been doing before he recorded this video. My eyes, however, quickly honed in on the mustache. I was a sucker for it with every single one of his videos.

“Hi, Y/N.” His face broke out in a smile followed by a wink and I nearly fell back onto my own bed when I heard my name fall from those full lips. “I wanted to say thank you for signing up for my private one on one video chats. I’ll be calling you tomorrow night at nine p.m. You have me for ten minutes for whatever you want. If there are any limits, please let me know beforehand. I look forward for our time together.”

When the video ended, I couldn’t ignore the way my heart sank at how monotone Bill sounded. But then again, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was recording the same video over and over again, only changing the names for everyone who signed up. 

Closing my laptop, I set it on my desk before stepping into my closet to find something to wear tomorrow night on this video chat. 

“What the actual fuck am I doing?” I yelled at myself while I paced my bedroom. 

It was five minutes to nine and to say I was a nervous wreck was a fucking understatement. I could barely concentrate at work today and when I went out with some friends after work, all I could think about was this video chat that was about to happen. I didn’t dare tell any of my coworkers I signed up to have a sexual video chat with a complete stranger because I knew they would try and talk me out of it. Sex aside, I was doing this for me as terrible as that sounded. I’d been in my own shell for the last 28 years of my life, never branching out or trying anything hence why I’d been single. No one wanted someone who was inexperienced. 

How pathetic. You signed up on a sex website to help a stranger with sexual activities and for them to talk to you. No wonder why you’re single. 

Once again ignoring the criticizing voice in my brain, I stopped pacing in front of the large mirror in my bedroom to give myself one final once over. My hair was pulled back in a tight french braid, I wore very minimal makeup, and the outfit I wore was anything but sexy mostly because I didn’t own any lingerie. I chose to wear a loose white shirt that hung off one of my shoulders and a pair of olive green panties which you couldn’t see due to the length of the shirt. 

My bedroom wasn’t anything fancy or special, and with the way I had my laptop set up, Bill would only be able to see me and the wall behind my bed which had those vine lights hanging against it. 

Just as those thoughts began to creep in again, a noise from my laptop had me turning on my heels; the clock on my nightstand blinking 9:00 pm. Bill was calling me. 

“No turning back now,” I sighed, sitting on my bed. 

I didn’t bother trying to find a sexy position to sit in because I wasn’t that; sexy. I’d always been average and it took me awhile to accept it. With shaky fingers, I accepted the video chat and soon was graced with that mustache and smile. 

“Hi. Y/N, right?” 

I blinked, forcing myself not to gawk too long at his bare chest. Bill wore a pair of red boxers as he sat relaxed on his office chair. Unlike the video he sent me yesterday, his hair was neatly combed to the side. 

“H-hi,” I said. 

Bill smiled. “Nervous, huh?” 

My cheeks burned and I ran my sweaty palms on the comforter of my bed. “A little. I’ve never actually done this before.” 

“Is there anything I could do to ease your nerves?” He asked while easing back into the chair. 

“Uh, maybe if you could take the lead.” 

The corner of Bill’s mouth curved slightly. “I read over the list you sent over. Seems like you don’t really know what you’re into.”

I cast my face down, not wanting him to see the embarrassment that covered me. This was a very bad idea. I shouldn’t have signed up for this. 

“Hey,” Bill’s soft voice from my laptop made me lift my gaze slightly. “It’s alright. There’s no need to be embarrassed. We all have to start somewhere when it comes to sex.”

I bit my bottom lip. “If I’m being honest, I’m not sure why I even signed up for this. I thought maybe it could help break me out of this shell. But now I think maybe it’s only making things worse. Which I know sucks because I already paid for this and there’s no refund so I guess I’ll eat the money. I’m sorry that I wasted your time. I don’t know why I did this.” 

“Seems like you ramble when you’re nervous,” Bill chuckled. 

I cringed at myself. This was something I already knew and the fact this attractive man, who I spent hours watching his tik toks and O.F content, immediately called me out on it made me shrink farther into my bed. The hem of my shirt rode up my thighs when I did, showcasing my panties. Bill’s eyes darkened as he sat straight up in his computer chair to get a closer look at the camera. 

“If you want, we can just talk,” he offered me a smile. 

I thought about it for a moment. While I did start this whole thing to try and find someone to talk to, I also did want this to break me out of this shy shell. 

“No, I want to do more but I don’t know where to start,” I admitted. 

Bill glanced at something off screen for a few beats before looking back at the camera. “We have seven minutes. Would you rather us both do something, just you, or just me?” 

I sighed. “Maybe if you just did something? Since I’m so fucking nervous, I think it would be better if I watched you.”

“You’re kind of cute when you curse,” he winked. “Alright, as long as you're comfortable with it. How about you strip for me?” 

“I don’t know why you would want to see me,” I said. 

“Your shirt is thin, Y/N. The last four minutes of us talking, I’ve been looking at those pretty tits underneath. I bet they’re round and so perky,” Bill’s voice had deepened, his hand starting to leave the armrest of his chair. 

“Oh,” I muttered, glancing down at my chest which was in fact visible through my shirt. 

“Just the shirt for me, Y/N. You can keep those green panties on. That alright?” 

Slowly nodded, I dragged up my shirt over my head, letting it fall to the bed next to me. Bill groaned, pushing his chair back so I could see all of him as he took out his cock from his boxers. 

“I knew it. I knew your tits were perky round.” 

I watched, frozen, as he wrapped his hand around his cock in a grip that had to have hurt but only seemed to bring him more pleasure. This wasn’t anything new for me, I’d watch plenty of videos of him teasing his followers on Tik Tok or posting more intimate videos on his O.F. 

Only this time, this was more private. It was only between us. 

“Lay down on your bed for me and spread your legs. Can you do that?” 

Bill’s hoarse voice made my skin shiver with heat and doing what he did, I slowly laid on my bed with my legs spread wide. The show of him jerking himself off made a small wet spot appear on my panties, something he immediately noticed. 

“The sight of me choking my cock with my hand is making you wet, huh?” 

I nodded, slightly blissed out from the sight on my screen. Bill’s jaw was slack as his hand moved in a fast rhythm. I studied the way his thumb would drag over the beads of precum on the head before using it as lube to make his cock slick with it. Or how he would grip the base of his cock, holding it for a few seconds before choking on a breath. 

My pussy ached with the need to touch myself but I couldn’t move. Too engrossed in the private show he was giving me. No one else. Me. 

“Can you touch your nipples? For me, please.” 

Something flared deep inside of my gut at how he begged me so with another nod, I began playing with my nipples in the way I knew I liked. I arched off the bed slightly when I pinched a little too hard. 

“You like it rough, Y/N? The harder, the better?”

“Yes,” I moaned, watching him through hooded eyes.

Bill licked his lips, tongue grazing over the mustache, and I let out a moan when I watched his hips stilled right as he spilled into his hand. 

“Oh fuck, Y/N. You see that? You see what you do to me?” He groaned, working himself through the aftershocks. 

“Oh my fucking god,” I moaned, letting my head fall back to my pillow and my fingers grazed over my panties. 

I was going to wait to touch myself after the call ended, too embarrassed to do that in front of Bill. But seeing him come apart while he watched me pinch and pull at my nipples nearly tipped me over the edge and I knew I wouldn’t last long. 

Just as I went to slip my fingers inside of my panties, my phone began buzzing when the ten minute timer went off. Feeling the world drop from around me, I sat up in bed to silence the timer and stared at the laptop screen where Bill was slumped in his chair trying to catch his breath. 

“I’ve been doing this for a while but that,” he motioned to his messy cock, “Was so fucking messy.

A red hue covered my entire face and my ears as I avoided my gaze from the screen for a moment. “I bet you say that to everyone” 

Bill reached for the tissues on his desk before he began cleaning himself off. “Well, it seems like our ten minutes are up. I hope it was everything you wanted.” 

Silence filled the air between us for a few beats as I tried to think of what to say. Do I thank him? Do I say see you later? Can’t wait to see the next video you post?

“Uh, yeah. Sure. Thank you for this, for everything you do. It’s always a nice thing to see. You’re a nice thing to see. Not your thing! I mean it’s nice, don’t get me wrong. But-.”

Smooth, Y/N. Real fucking smooth.

Bill let out a deep and hearty laugh, running a clean hand through his hair, and tucked himself back inside of his boxers. 

“You’re fucking adorable when you ramble. Have a good night, Y/N.”

When the screen went black, I let out a long breath and closed the laptop. This was the one and only time we would have a private moment like this, just the two of us. He’d continue to post videos, which I planned on watchling like I had before, but now I couldn’t push away the lingering feeling that it would be different now.  

I originally signed up for this thinking it would break me out of my shell, help me find out more about myself, sex wise, and what I was into for future partners. Hell, the few words I spoke to Bill was enough to fill the empty void in my life, even if it was for a few minutes. But now that it was over, I realized how much of a mistake it was. It wasn't the shame that usually followed after I watched porn but more so the disappointment in myself because the only way I could have a man's attention on me was if I paid for it. 

Clearing my throat, feeling the burn slowly rise, I snatched up my shirt and walked towards my bathroom; Bill’s words clinging to my sweaty skin. 

Oh fuck, Y/N. You see that? You see what you do to me?

[vyl3tpwny]

ive listened to your music through a lot of different avenues (headphones/eardbus/phone speaker/speakers in general); every time i do i still am able to hear something new in the effects or sound effects i'd never heard before, despite binge listening a lot of the time

i just wanna say its genuinely incredible how many layers your tracks have 💜💜💜 how many layers do they usually have?? or does it vary a lot?

it varies quite a bit!

i'll show this but i'll clarify something:

this is the project file for creature city, as an example. it goes to 216 tracks. but you have to take this track count with a grain of salt. some tracks are dedicated entirely to a sound that plays for half a second and thats it sometimes fkhljsdf.

regardless, no matter what genre of music i'm doing, a lot of my philosophy with layering and depth comes from my experience with the IDM* and neurofunk music scenes, where there's an absurd amount of layers, focus on fluid section transitions, and shifting soundscapes that seldom stay the same. a lot of artists in that space that have changed me forever in that regards are Iglooghost, Copycatt, Mr. Bill, False Noise, Noisia, Amon Tobin, and Culprate.

tho to be honest it's sort of a compulsion?

because tbh i think one of my weaknesses as an artist is i tend to be really self conscious about simplicity and straightforwardness. a lot of the times i definitely feel that i create more complexity than necessary to compensate for the fact that i don't always write an idea to work simply first. what i mean by that is a lot of rlly great songs are not trillions of layers and ideas all at once but just a simple idea executed satisfyingly, and i have a hard time doing that much of the time. a lot of my work can come off overproduced and stuff as a result and it's something i'm working hard to learn better how to do. it's a weird concept, because you train so much as an artist to do more advanced and complex things, you lose sight of rawness and straightforwardness at some point. with something like creature city i think the complexity is warranted, but yeahh it's a thing i think about!

i think if a song sounds top tier and is only like 10-20 tracks, that's the LIFE man. i find it super hard to make my own work engaging with so few tracks, i wanna challenge myself to get to that level.

i bring all this up bc i've seen like ppl go on about how many tracks they have in their projects as like a flex and tbh it's not really a flex at all sdfkjlsdfjk.

one of my fav examples of this concept i'm talking about is stromae and his record "alor on danse".

vro makes a club classic using like a few tracks, a laptop, and the dinkiest midi keyboard i've ever seen in my life. to me that's a mastery that i do not have yet, and it's very important to me.

anyway just thought i'd write this <3

*IDM is a genre name I don't agree with, but just wrote it for posterity. I tend to call this genre of music "Progressive Electronic" or, as Aphex Twin has called it, "Brain Dance" music. we can have more discussion about the genre name of IDM at some point in the future.

[corkinavoid]

By the way, when ghosts and Ancients appear, should there be any visual effects and sensations? Like Frostbite? A drop in temperature? Surfaces becoming crusted with ice?

For example, a headcanon on Danny who is a cosmic Ancient, an eldritch, a cryptid, a ghostly entity. How would all of this affect him showing up next to a human?

Ooooh, that is a good question, I like it!

To start, yeah, I think there would be plenty of visual and sensory effects when Ancients appear in the living world. I actually think it goes for all the ghosts - you know, the eerie feelings and static and all that - but it's more noticeable with Ancients.

So, in my head, Frostbite makes the space around him colder, and he is always standing on a thin layer of snow. Like, it doesn't start snowing when he appears, but there's always this snow under his feet, so when he walks, you can hear his steps creaking over it. Imagine how that would feel on a silent summer night when you just feel the temperature drop and the steps coming from somewhere.

Next, Clockwork is pretty self-explanatory, he has time either stop or slow down around him. Pandora would have this weird feeling of thousands of eyes looking at you - like you are standing in a gladiator arena, and everyone's waiting for your next move. I feel like she could also bring sand with her in the same way Frostbite brings snow.

Vortex has winds blowing, little hurricanes forming and stuff just wildly flying around, and Dora has the temperature around her go up, actually. Standing next to her is like standing next to an open fire, and when she walks, she leaves burning footprints on the floor, only they are not human, they are dragon.

Nocturn brings night. Like, wherever you are, even if you summoned him at noon, when he appears, it's suddenly night, and everything is dark around you. He can also make people fall asleep if he is too close.

As for Danny, Ancient of Space, I feel like when he is present, everything becomes silent. Not eerily quiet, but kind of like the feeling you get in the absence of all sounds, like in space. Maybe there's also this weird, low hum of cosmos present. It also gets cold, like with Frostbite, but it's a different kind of cold. Comparatively, standing next to Frostbite is like standing in a walk-in freezer, when standing next to Danny feels cold on the brink of hot, like you're already experiencing hypothermia but there's no source where it's coming from. Also, with Frostbite, you can wear a coat and be fine. With Danny, you're going to feel the cold no matter the amount of clothes.

Also, his voice is getting distorted differently to other Ancients, but, errr, I think all the Ancients have different voices. Nocturn's voice is a lullaby, Clockwork's is a whisper, Pandora's is thousands voices in one. Danny, then, speaks like he has a very good radio overlay on his voice - it's perfectly clear, but you can still hear it's not a normal human voice.

I'm not sure if I mentioned all the Ancients, but that's as far as I got, so if you want me to add anyone, comment it <3

[literallypyro]

Ello there! I like your perfect pair series, can you do the deffense classes as well?

Absolutely! Who doesn't love having the complete collection?

As with any response, hope you enjoy!

The perfect pair Pt.3

Demoman:

He's another one who wouldn't be too picky with requirements. Personality flaws are fine, as long as they are willing to acknowledge and work on them. Doesn't care if they aren't a stand-up citizen, as long as they aren't just an outright evil or sour person.

I think he would actually be attracted to things others would consider physical flaws. It "adds character" in his opinion. Bags under their eyes? They must be working so diligently on something that they stay up a couple hours longer than they should. Stretch marks? How are those a flaw?! Those are like adding veins on a leaf painting, beautiful attention to detail on his favorite work of art! Crooked teeth? Oh, come on now. It's just cute.

He would probably like someone who doesn't have to be around him 24/7, especially when he's experimenting with his bombs. That just means they aren't codependent and there isn't a chance they get hurt if he messes something up while inventing new types of bombs.

I think he would also like someone who likes parallel play. Not sure why, it just sounds right to me.

I feel he's one of those people that the saying "the best way to a man's heart is through his stomach" applies to. It's definitely not a requirement, but it's a lot easier to fall head over heels if they can feed him some good food.

I could also see him going for someone a little bit shy and easy to fluster. He wouldn't overdo it, but seeing his effect on them would ironically have him wrapped around their finger. Not even he knows why it works that way. Maybe it's because he and his partner understand the limits and don't let anything settle into discomfort.

He would also like someone who can help him out of his insecure moments, yet they don't feel like it's their obligation. Someone who helps because they want to for his sake, not because they have to because they're with him.

All in all, he doesn't have super high standards, but he won't settle for less than he deserves.

Heavy:

He would probably be into spunky, tough people. He'd avoid people who actively seek out fights. However, if they only get into fights for valid reasons, he likes when they're resilient and resourceful enough to win every time. Not a requirement, but definitely bonus points if they tend to be smaller than their opponents.

I think part of the reason he'd be attracted to these types of people is because it would give him some peace of mind and make it easier not to subconsciously try to protect them all the time.

I think he would probably have a thing for people with visual art talents. Whether it be painting, graphite, or even graffiti, he would love to be able to see what the inside of their mind looks like. To him, each artwork is another piece of their personality he can cherish. That being said, he definitely leans more towards the expressive artists rather than ones who make still life pieces or photorealistic pieces. Those already exist. He understands it takes an insane amount of skill, and he can respect it. He just prefers those who can pull something completely new and original from their mind.

I could also see him pining for a dancer. He would be their #1 cheerleader, and wouldn't be shy about it either. Why would he be embarrassed about others seeing how much he supports and loves his partner? It would just be weird if he tried to hide his enthusiasm for them doing great things and being happy.

I think it would relax him if his partner didn't want kids. It's not that he doesn't want any, but the thought of his partner being like "kids or I'm gone" just doesn't sit right with him. He helped raise his sisters for a good portion of his life. He's already been a dad, in a sense. While, yes, that makes him very well equipped to raise more kids, that doesn't mean he has to want kids, y'know? Basically, he would want a partner who wouldn't pester or pressure him for kids. Chances are, his perfect type isn't sure if they want kids or not, just like him.

He would like someone he can cook with. Big emphasis on "with." He loves quality time and sharing skills and interests with each other. If they can teach him something completely new to him, bro is DOWN HORRENDOUS. Teach him more. He loves to learn things from the people he loves.

Engineer:

Ah, the good ol' country boy. Call me basic, say I'm sticking with stereotypes, whatever, but this man could never turn down someone who embodies southern momma energy, regardless what gender they identify with. I'm just a firm believer that every southern hospitality sweetheart needs their southern sass spitfire! They don't even need to be southern, to be honest. They just gotta have that energy, that zing.

Someone who, when he's trying to spare someone's feelings, will chime in with a brutally honest version that people can't even be mad about. I mean, they're right, aren't they? Someone who can be the spice to his sugar, the clarity to his kindness, the fire to his candle.

Now let me step away from that since I know he's an open-minded guy. He could also go for someone who's more like him. The type I mention above is more like "same sentence, different font" but the type I'm talking about now is more like "same font, different sentence."

Just as an example, he's humble and good with machines, so maybe they could be humble and good with nature. He's smooth on guitar, they're smooth with singing. He's drinking beer, they're drinking relatively cheap wine. You get what I'm saying.

I guess, when it comes down to it, he wants a partner who's just like him on this half of his personality, but the complete opposite of him on that half of his personality. Like a book. The front cover looks totally different from the back cover, but they're the same piece of leather.

[gingerteafairy]

switch button (todd haynes x reader)

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ If there was one thing Todd Haynes wasn't, it was cute. Not even close.

tags n warnings: smut/mdni, dirty talk, love bites and kisses. word count: +700. masterlist

Once again, you were tangled up with Todd, kissing your amazing boyfriend in the warmth of his bed. The two of you had always loved being close like this—comfortable, intimate, perfect. But today, something felt different. More intense.

Your leg was hooked around his waist, pulling him in as if you couldn’t bear to let go. His hands, warm and possessive, had slipped beneath your shirt, fingertips pressing into your hips, leaving faint imprints against your skin. He groaned into your lips, a low, needy sound, tugging you closer with every passing second.

It was no secret that your relationship was intimate—maybe even too much so—shocking everyone around you. But what no one knew was the most intriguing part: you and Todd never had sex.

Which was at least weird considering the humongous amount of times you kissed standing up, on the couch, bed, hands touching the warmest places, but nothing more. You had been dating for a month, however, anytime things got a little warmer down there, Todd stopped, mumbling that it was time to watch a movie or do something else.

But not today, because he seemed so desperate to devour your lips that you even forgot to ask why he always stopped.

Come on, Todd Haynes was so cute, it didn't even seem like he had dirty thoughts under those curls. He was always a gentleman, adoring you. The poor boy blushed violently when you kissed his cheek in the hallways at college. You’d die to find out if Todd was as cute in bed as he was in life.

“Shit, you’re so hot,” he muttered, his hands reaching into your shorts to pull you closer to his visible erection.

“Todd, I want you so bad,” you mewled, hearing him moaning softly into your mouth, pressing your fingers even deeper into your ass. "It's not even funny."

“Hmmm, really?” He whispered, moving your hips to grind on his covered cock, chuckling at your surprised reactions. “You’re driving me insane, you know that?”

“Why don’t you show me?” You hurried, unable to handle the excitement building up in your body any longer.

“With pleasure,” He smiled, taking one last bite at your lower lip.

Todd changed position with impressive ease for someone so cute, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand.

“Perfect,” he whispered, attacking your neck, not giving you time to consider whether that was really your boyfriend or some succubus possessing his body.

The thing was, Todd was dying to do God knows what to you every time you kissed his rosy lips, knowing that you were wet and needy beneath him. Jerking off after kissing sessions was a common thing, especially thinking about pinning your wrists or your legs impossibly spread wide open for him.

If there was one thing Todd Haynes wasn’t when his cock was aching hard on its confinements, it was cute. And his game-changer was precisely you asking for it.

“God, you’re so needy.” he murmured, sucking on the pressure point, squeezing your wrists slightly tighter. “You have no idea of the effect you have on me."

“Wh… What do I do?” you stuttered, grunting when he sucked harder, scraping his teeth over the spot.

“What you—Do you even know how hard it’s to hold back?” He gasped, pulling away to look at your face as his hands roamed your curves, grabbing the most sensitive places. “You’re so fuckin’ hot, wearing those tiny shorts, moaning when i kiss you. Fuck, I get hard every time you bite my lip with that face. I wonder if it’s to tease me.”

“Sorry, it's just…i want you so much, baby…” You cooed, knitting your eyebrows together on your face, feeling yourself heating up with each word your boyfriend said. "Can't stop thinking about your cock. Just wanted to feel you."

“You're so—fucking cute begging like this,” He chuckled softly, coming close to your lips with his eyes almost closing without leaving yours. “I like that. Almost like you want me to fuck you hard till you forget your name, doll.”

“I—i want it.” you shivered, pulling his face with clear eager. “I want it all, please… just—just fuck me okay, i can't take it anymore.”

“As you wish, baby,” he muttered, already taking off—ripping—your clothes, hovering your legs over his shoulders. If there was one thing Todd Haynes wasn't, it was cute. Not even close. And you learned that the best way. Well, with a little back pain the other day. He knew some really weird positions.

[brucewaynehater101]

Hello I have an idea for Tim.

What if he got those game screens pop up whenever he's doing some side missions or quests. And after that he'll get some cool and valuable stuff like: cool weapons with superpowers that are not from his world, advantages of gaining more information than the whole hero community, etc..

The Batfam probably thought that he was doing those missions because he was bored and wanted to relieve some stress, which is kinda true but whenever he does these quests he also makes a lot of allies from across the planets and helps him through it while also being part of the "Tim protector squad".

Also the screen will always congratulate him and give him some praise, plus the screen can also help Tim by upgrading his stuff or watching him from any danger and giving him a warning to be careful. Just a guy with his screen, what could go wrong? Hahah-

But. The screen can also give him some weird quest like "protect your loved one from [Redacted]" which confuses Tim but the screen doesn't have any power only providing him so who's the one controlling the screen???

Anyway these are just silly thoughts that I want to give :333

Heck yeah! I love exploring unusual/non-typical powers.

I really really want to develop this some more, so let's set up a power!

My favorite genre of games is horror. The fighting styles, gameplay, concepts, stick layouts, and all of that can be drastically different between games [at least Tim isn't stuck with game powers where he can't fight back]. Because of that, the end goal may be impossible to reach and thus changes to a new objective.

Here is an example of where this happened with Tim:

Convince Dick Grayson to become Robin Become Robin

Tim's thoughts and feelings can affect the missions he's given. He will never be given an objective he would not do (e.g. Kill Alfred). Not completing any task (side or main) can have consequences. Main ones have drastic outcomes that he can only somewhat control if he attempts them.

Upon completion, he gets points and rewards. His rewards are anything from new skills, connections, weapons, resources, etc.

His points can be used either in the "shop" or for his skill tree (Tim desperately wishes it was a "pay to play" game so he can get more points).

The shop has weapons, elixirs (one of which is Lazarus water), one use spells, maps, information/clues, outfits with effects, armor, etc.

His skill tree has three main branches: Body, Mind, and Soul.

For Body, he can enhance any of his characteristics to the upper limits of humans: eye sight, health, stamina, strength, sense of smell, etc. His points can also lower the difficulty or time needed to learn a very specific skill (ex. spending 5 points to decrease time needed to learn how to wield a pistol).

For Mind, he can hasten his thinking speed, create defenses against multiple mental attacks (including emotional manipulation and telepathy), decrease the mental energy required per tasks, decrease time spent learning languages/information, etc.

For Soul, this includes abilities to protect himself from magical/whatever interference, increase charm, increase ability to understand/read others' emotions, etc.

If he sounds OP, worry not! Tim suffers from never having enough points (he learned the hard way that he also needs to keep an amount saved up in case he suddenly needs to buy a tool or skill to save his or someone else's life.). There's so much he can buy, but there are only so many hours to complete side missions

Tim's least favorite quest was when he was chilling alone with his Zesti and suddenly got the notification:

Run

Jason's a jerk for scaring the shit out of Tim like that at TT

[faiell]

yapping about fics and commenting

sorry to yap but work is boring today and tumblr isn't blocked on my work computer LOL

ok it's abt that post where the writer friend stopped writing because they weren't getting the comments/kudos they wanted.

i'm like. an overeager fandom person. like i cannot get into a fandom without wanting to meet new people and make friends. i love yapping about whatever silly gay idiots i'm hyperfixating over. i'm all about community, and sharing the joy of fandom, and all that fun positive stuff.

i don't post my art for stats but like. that means nothing coming from me tbh. i get stats. i can't accurately predict what would happen if i stopped getting notes on my art, but i would probably keep drawing and keep posting, just maybe less confidently, and less often. i recognize that stats make it much easier and while it’s not my primary motivation, it definitely motivates me to keep posting.

and yet. for years, i never commented on fic. i think i left kudos? and i saw posts like this all the time about how writers were so sad they didn't get comments. and i would feel super guilty about it all the time. but i still wouldn't do it! it sounds stupid, but i would feel pressured. if i liked a fic a lot, it felt even more difficult to comment, because i thought i would have to somehow give back to the author everything that fic gave to me. i wanted to craft the perfect comment that could perfectly encapsulate everything a fic made me feel. and that was way too much pressure so i would just not say anything.

when i got into drarry, i started reading a shit ton of fic. and i still wouldn't comment. i left maybe... 2 or 3 comments, maybe, i think. i can't remember. but i had a lot to say and i WANTED the writers to hear that i had read it and liked it. i just... didn't comment! u know what i did instead? i just fucking straight up DM'd writers on discord and started gushing to them that i liked their fic. somehow i was confident enough to do that, but writing a comment still felt like too much pressure. ?? i don't understand it either, but in my head it felt like a writing assignment, but when I was in DMs it felt more like a conversation and so there wasn't any pressure to make it "good"? idk!! it's very weird.

then i wrote and posted my first complete fic. just a oneshot, nothing special, and i was like. UNREASONABLY nervous about posting it. like. i am a confident person, okay? i was going to make a burner AO3 account and post it under a different name so nobody would know it was me, and then never mention it to anyone except MAYBE super close friends. i got talked out of doing that (thanks i feel a bit silly about considering that now). and then i received my first comment on it, which was basically a two-liner where someone said they liked it and thanked me for writing it.

and i was like. ??...?????? ???????? ...??!!! because i felt like... uncontainable glee? i was freakishly happy. the amount of serotonin those two sentences gave me was definitely unnatural.

is that healthy? idk. will it continue? idk. LOL. i hope so? but idk, some people said it wears off if you write/post for a while. but whatever, the fact that one little comment like that could make my entire day blew my mind. tbh i thought writers were just exaggerating when they said stuff like that.

ever since then i started leaving comments! that shit's easy! like what was i overthinking for? i'm such a fucking tryhard! all i gotta say is that i liked it, and even the bare minimum can bring lots of joy to someone.

so basically what im trying to say is that negative reinforcement doesn't do shit!! it just makes people feel bad about themselves. that post is nasty for guilt-tripping readers like that, and i bet you it's going to have the opposite effect (or no effect tbh).

YAPPING FINISHED. for now.