#reigen arataka x y/n

[arabaka]

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ nsfw. reigen arataka x afab! reader no explicit sex. dry humping. just a tiny thought about jealous reigen...

he's sweaty, hovering above you as he humps against your sex erratically, clothes still on. you all practically tumbled into bed, reigen being especially needy tonight after a job you tagged along for. your lips are wet and the kisses are messy, reigen in his thoughts when he mumbles against your skin, "i can't live without you."

it's not that you haven't heard those words before, it's the way he says them now that has you doing a double-take.

that's when you realize that his gaze lingered on you for longer than usual at the last job because the client had been right next to you, eyes only on you. you didn't think much of it then but he sure did.

"you won't have to." you assure him in a whisper that blows hotly over his ear as your your nails pick the buttons apart from his shirt until he has enough skin exposed for you to kiss and nip at. he groans weakly, voice breaking softly as you mark a path to his happy trail. "i'm yours."

the bulge in his slacks throbs, pre-cum already leaking through the fabric as he grunts, "mine."

[fartburger89]

My favorite thing ever about being an artist is working on a drawing for hours just to scrap it once it’s done since I now think that it looks hideous

(Also THANK YALL SM for all the support on that Sukuna drawing I did 🫶😭)

[maedae-maedae]

Perverted

☆ Reigen Arataka x F!Reader

☆ Chapter 1/3

☆ Genre: Smut

☆ Warnings: NSFW 18+

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

☆ Word Count: 6.7k

☆ Summary: A boss and his employee is quite the forbidden love affair. It could never happen, really it shouldn't. He would never let his feelings for you get the better of him and let you see. But Reigens worst nightmare is where you find out about what he allows himself to do and think in private. What would you think of him? And why does the outcome arouse him anyways?

Or at least it does until it becomes his reality.

☆ A/N: i am incapable of being normal about this man.

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Chapter 1 - Cause

Reigen was never one to be perverted, especially at work. He knew how to separate business and pleasure. Even when certain cases walked into his office (like a spirit mark on a woman’s breasts, or giving a full body massage to particularly attractive customers), it was important for him to keep his business composure. And maybe he’s had a perverted thought or two in moments like those, but who wouldn’t? The mind wanders. What’s important was that it never left that moment. Once it was over, those thoughts were out of his head, and he would never act on such thoughts.

Something weird has been happening lately, though.

He’s been feeling strange. Having perverted thoughts when he shouldn’t. It started off at home, he started watching porn more often, which he rarely does, and that’s to say of course he started touching himself more often. But then it started happening at work in the morning too. Getting aroused and having a strong urge to relieve himself, sometimes he couldn’t even get his head straight with customers in the middle of a session with him. It was quite troubling to say the least. And recently he realized why it started.

It was you.

Having you in the office wasn’t really that much of a change from before, other than being able to get work done more efficiently of course. He wouldn’t say just having a woman in the office itself did this to him, because that would be gross. But really in the beginning everything was fine. The two of you had normal co-working banter while you did your work, nothing special really. And you were very respectful in the beginning towards him so you weren’t really close. That is, until the “company dinner” together, when all three of you got fairly drunk. After that, the two of you have been closer, like friends more than boss-and-worker honestly.

He cant put his finger on exactly when his perverted feelings started coming into play. Maybe it was the day you gave him a ride home. Being alone with eachother outside the office (like actually alone, just the two of you), he remembers it feeling pretty intimate. And also being extremely nervous, but playing it off cool of course (you could see him sweating).

Ever since he’s started seeing you as more of a friend, his mind started to wander into the danger zone. It’s like his business filter is flipped off when he thinks of you now, and he can’t find it to turn it off anymore. He always keeps it appropriate at work of course. But maybe sometimes when you stand up to get water, or talk to a customer, perhaps you could catch him looking at you for a bit too long. And maybe if you looked over at the wrong time, you would catch his eyes wandering to places they shouldn’t be. That he scolds himself for afterwards every time.

Just like he’s doing now. You’re taking a customers payment and having him fill out some forms from across the office, your back facing Reigen. He can just never get over how good you look in that skirt. It’s not like it’s even particularly short, it’s appropriate length, but the way it hugs your figure….

Work. You’re at work. You need to focus, Reigen.

He turns to the computer again.

The thing is, he didn’t like being like this. And he tried to fight it at first, but it’s like you’ve put some kind of horny spell on him or something. Are regular crushes supposed to make you more sexually driven? He doesn’t think so. There must be something wrong with him.

“Okay, Reigen,” You call out, snapping him awake, “I’m gonna start running the calculations for this weeks total income. Do you need me to do anything else before going home for the weekend?” You ask politely, turning your body slowly to face him, tapping some documents together in your hands. The guy from before is gone now. When did that happen?

He buffers for a second looking at you, and probably for a moment too long, because you turn to look back at him curiously.

“Oh- No, no. You’re all good to go home after this, (Y/n).” He finally replies.

You crack a smile at this statement, looking pleased to hear that. He watches as you turn to sit in your chair and start typing with a newly determined end-of-the-workweek energy. He ends up also smiling at this, managing to turn his attention back to his work as well.

The next hour or so goes by in mostly silence, only the sounds of tapping and the occasional thinking noises that comes from Reigen. The sun starts to set now, orange tinting the room through the slightly-open shades.

You push yourself up to stand, clicking the shut down on your computer, all while smiling. Finally you get to go home early. And not late like you always tend to do.

You alert his attention again at this, and he looks up at you. “Heading out?” He asks.

You smile proudly at him, “Yep! Unless you want me to stay. But if you do, I think I’m qualified to start asking for overtime pay at this point.” You say, partially joking.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “No, no. Really, you’re good to go.”  He reassures you.

You squint your eyes at him, leaning on your hand placed on your desk. “This is suspicious. You never let me go home early.” You accuse him.

He frowns at you, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms. “What am I, some kind of ceo villain? It’s not like I try to trap you here. If you’re done with your work, you can go.” He states simply.

“Yeah, you say that but,” You stand up straight and take your purse, moving around your desk to make your way to the coat hanger. “There seems to always be something you want me to help you with, even if I finish my work. You’re sure you don’t need anything?” You finish and turn to face him again.

“What? Do you want to stay later? If you really want something to do I can make something up and-“

“No! I just…” You cut him short and then trail off, holding eye contact for a weird amount of time in silence.

He tilts his head at you, confused. “What is it? Is something wrong?” He asks, a sudden concerned tone in his voice. You are acting a little strange, so it makes sense. You stand there for a few more seconds without answering.

“Are you going to be going home soon?” You blurt out, and he blinks a few times at the sudden question.

“Uh.. No, I don’t think so. I’ve got some more things I gotta take care of before the weekend, so I’ll probably be here for a while.” He says, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck.

You frown at this, and he starts to see what’s going on now. It’s cute, and he tries not to smile and make it obvious what he’s thinking. Or at least he puts on a fake, sly smile, prepared to tease you about your reasonable concern instead.

“What? Are you worried about me? That’s oh so sweet of you, but don’t be. I’ll be fine. This won’t take too long. Believe it or not, I don’t especially love working past close either.”  He does his best to reassure you, but you’re still frowning at him, clearly not convinced. “Hey, don’t give me that face. Just go home and get some rest. I’ll see you on Monday, yeah?” He says again, trying to wave you off as he directs his attention back to his monitor, pretending to do something.

Of course he doesn’t want you to go either, but as your boss he really didn’t have anything to give you. And as your— what he guesses could be called “admirer”— he did want you to actually get some rest.

You watch him sadly for a few more moments, and then let out a sigh. You reach for your coat, and he can hear it ruffle as you put it on.

You don’t know why you’re suddenly sad about leaving, since you were just over the moon about it a minute ago. Maybe it’s because lately you get out so late that you end up closing with him most nights. When this happens you’d always be a little annoyed, since no one likes working beyond their hours, but now you’re realizing maybe you actually grew to enjoy it? Or at least to be accustomed to it. Since you feel weird like this about leaving early now. It’s not because you want to work obviously, but you guess…

You just really like being in Reigens company.

You glance over your shoulder again at him before you go for the door. He’s busy at work again. You know he probably has more than he’s letting on, and he’s probably just letting you go since you were so happy about leaving early.

You suppose you’re lucky to have a boss who’s also a friend. So much that he cares more about your health than work. So much that you dread leaving his side…

You spot the heating/ac control panel on the wall next to you. You realize it’s pretty hot, forgetting you just put your jacket on.

“Is it hot in here? Do you want me to turn the heat down for you while I’m on my way out?” You ask, breaking the loud silence.

“Hm? Oh, no, it’s fine.” He mumbles back to you.

“Okay..” You mumble and finally head for the door.

You stop again.

“Oh! By the way,” You start and turn to him again. “I’m gonna go to the supercenter this weekend to pick up a few things. So, let me know if there’s anything I should pick up for the office.”

He cracks a smile, leaning his body to the left from behind the monitor, his chin coming to rest in his hand. “Alright, I’ll make sure to do that. Anything else you wanna ask me?” He teases, giving you a smug look.

You smile back at him, rolling your eyes. You’re about to have a witty comeback, but suddenly remember another thing. You can’t believe you almost forgot.

“Oh! Okay, one last thing!” You hurry over to your desk, and his eyes follow you as you make your way over and bend down to open up a drawer. He’s doing the thing again, his eyes lingering.

You find a folder you were searching for immediately and take out the first paper in it. You make your way over to him, still not looking at him yet. As you approach, he shakes himself out of the daze he had just gone into.

You stand next to him, staring at the paper for another second as he waits for whatever you have to show him. Then finally, you hand it over to him.

“What’s this?” He immediately asks.

“The first client that came in today had a follow-up session request. It was pretty detailed and picky so I had him fill out a form about it. I told him you’d call back about it in a few days.” You inform him.

“Huh. Must be serious if he’s so strict about it. Or maybe he’s just picky, I guess.” He says, skimming over the several paragraphs of writing under the ‘extra comments/requests’ section. “Guess I’ll just have to charge extra. I can give him a call tomorrow.” He finishes with a signature grin.

Then to his surprise, he suddenly feels you next to him, as you bend over him to point to something on the page.

You start to make a comment about something the client wrote, but Reigens mind kind of stops working for a moment. He glances over at you, your face dangerously close to his. He can smell your signature perfume, already familiar with it from the times you’d get close to him, pass him by, or give him rides home in your car. He loves the smell, the smell of you, and he remembers times where he’d wished he could get to experience it even when you’re not around. He starts to let himself admire you as you continue to talk to him about something he should probably be listening to.

“-And I mean I told him that might be out of our control, but he insisted on writing it. So, it’s up to you.” You finish your explanation that you didn’t realize was going unheard. But when you get no response at all, you finally turn your head. Your eyes meet for a moment, and his widen a little, snapping out of his daze again.

He immediately snaps his head forward and nods. “Mm, Okay. Understood. I’ll take care of it, (Y/n). Thank you.” He says quickly and very matter-of-factly.

You blush a little from your one second of intimacy, not expecting for him to have been staring at you like that. You slowly bring yourself to stand again.

He won’t look at you now, placing the piece of paper down next to him and pushing himself further into the desk as he goes back to scrolling on the computer.

You stand there for a little too long, like you’re a stunned animal, just looking at him curiously, wondering ‘what was that?’.

He can feel you still next to him, and there’s an awkward air. Was that too obvious? Did you finally catch him? Gotta play it off.

He clears his throat, glancing up at you again with a straight face. “I’ll take care of it, so you can head out, (Y/n).”

You jump a little, face flushing darker at how awkward you were probably making him feel just standing there in silence. “Oh, right. Thank you.”

“And, you have something in your teeth. By the way.” He adds on bluntly.

Very smooth.

Your brows furrow as you cover your mouth, tongue feeling around for something. Now you feel especially embarrassed.

Of course he just saw something in your teeth, idiot. Why else would he stare like that?

Your internal dialogue as you make your way to the door again, not dragging your pace this time.

He watches you subtly as you go, feeling a bit guilty now.

“Have a good weekend!” He calls out, but you don’t stop or look back, feeling too humiliated at the moment. You just nod and hum a “you too”, and then you’re gone.

He throws himself back, his chair reclining with him, throwing his hands over his face. His hands run back through his hair.

He wishes he had thought of a different excuse, but he was frantic, and he really can’t have you finding out about the way he feels for you. On the likely chance it makes you weirded out and decide to quit, he’d still be able manage same as he did before you were hired, but of course that’s not the reason he doesn’t want to loose you.

Once he gets over his regret or whatever this is, he gets back to work, and then an hour or so passes quickly. He finally takes a break to look at his phone.

No messages.

What was he expecting?

He thinks about you again, and all the different ways the two of you interacted today. This became a pass time for him, thinking about you, and replaying you in his mind. Before he knows it, he’s been staring at the ceiling for 10 minutes. A sigh leaves his lips.

“Damn. I need to go home too… I should wrap this up.” He speaks to himself, pulling his attention away from your temptation.

But as he tries to finish up the last of his to-do list for today, he can’t stop letting his mind wander. Every time he starts to get into the rhythm, his focus gets lost again, and there you are. Work that should’ve only taken about another hour or so turns into 2 hours. And as time passes, his thoughts of you only get more perverted.

This was like clockwork, when he couldn’t get you off his mind, his fantasizing eventually ended up a little X-rated. He finds himself starting to palm at the buldge that had appeared under his pants, staring blankly at the screen in front of him with an unfinished email, totally spaced out now.

He pushes out a shaky breath, gently massaging himself to the thought of you. The fantasy of getting to have you in any context, but right now his fantasy scenario is one that takes place in the office. You tying his hands behind his chair, straddling his lap and having your way with him. His cheeks are bright red, engulfed in his imagination. The PC fan, clock ticking, and Reigen’s unsteady breathing being the only sounds in the empty office. He’s started to work himself up without realizing.

Ding!

The sound of a notification suddenly brings him out of his daydream, his actions stopping all at once, his eyes refocusing. At first he searches the computer screen, thinking he’d have gotten an email, but there’s nothing new. He reaches for his phone, and sure enough, a text notification. From you.

The text reads:

[hey! you still at the office?]

And as he’s reading it, he receives another.

[better not be.. if you end up sick from overworking im not coming in for you! :p]

He laughs through his nose, running his hand through his hair again. He sighs. You’re right, he really needs to finish up here. If only you knew what he was really doing right now.

He was basically finished, just needed to send this last email that he’d already started. Yet, when he tries to finish it again, he just can’t seem to focus at all. He got himself too riled up, and there was only one real way he knew how to fix it, of course.

He contemplates it for a minute. Masturbating in the office… It’s a terrible idea, right? But it’s not like anyone would come after close, and he could just make it quick.

He wastes more time contemplating, but eventually comes to the conclusion that the only way he can finish up today is if he can be relieved of his thoughts of you first. This is a lie of course, he really could make himself power through, but he convinces himself otherwise. After all, he is very convincing.

He gets up from his chair and makes his way to the door, checking to make sure it’s 100% locked. God forbid something unthinkable occurs.

As he’s about to walk back to his own desk and finally get down to “business”, he stops in front of your desk, spotting something.

Your scarf is left on the headrest of your chair, and he doesn’t know how neither of you spotted it before you left. You always take it with you.

He stays frozen in place for a moment. An awful idea occurs to him.

He cant even believe what he’s doing as he saunters over to the chair, taking the scarf in his hand and bringing it close to his face. It smells like you. And your perfume. Just like he thought it probably would.

This is bad. Dangerous, even. He shouldn’t be doing this.

But then he’s sitting down in your desk chair, nuzzling his face into your left-behind apparel laced with your scent, his hand slipping down to massage himself again.

And then before he knows it, his length is out in his hand, and he’s pleasuring himself. In your chair. Surrounded by your things. Everything around him reminds him of you. The cute trinkets on the desk, the colorful paper clips keeping papers tidy, the dog-shaped sticky notes on the monitor with reminders written in your pretty handwriting. And your scent. God, he goes crazy for it.

Sighs start to escape his lips, and then soft moans begin to follow. His pumping gets faster, his hips start to buck up into his hand, his breathing getting more unstable.

This is so so wrong. Horribly wrong. You’d probably kill him if you found out.

You.

The things you’d do to him, if you knew.

His shame only fuels his arousal for some reason. Even though it’d be a nightmare if you walked in right now, for some reason the thought still turns him on. You seeing him desperate and needy like this, his dirty secret finally out. You’d finally know what you do to him, and he could confess that only you make him act like this.

“Fuck… (Y/n)…” He whines into the soft fabric in his hand.

As his imagination runs wild in his mind, he just gets more needy. All this time of touching himself to the thought, but he wants the real thing more than anything. So badly. He wants you— no— he needs you.

This prompts him to start letting out short whines, your name leaving his lips again and again. He keeps fucking his hand, wishing that somehow he’d open his eyes and see you around him instead.

“Please.. please-Ah-.. fuck..“

He starts pleading and babbling nonsense, head tilting back to look up at the ceiling.

Faster. He strokes himself at a faster pace now, sometimes stuttering as his hips jerk up involuntarily.

He cant believe he’s doing this. But it feels so good, there’s no way he could stop.

He’s nearing climax now, and his noises get less controllable as he continues to get immense pleasure from this perverted situation he’s cultivated.

He brings the scarf back up to his face, the scent renewing and giving him a better illusion of you. The fabric helping to muffle himself as well. His eyes squeeze shut and with your aroma so close to him, he can make out the image of you. Wrapped around him, moaning his name into his ear, your plush skin pressed against his own.

Finally, with one last hard thrust, he reaches his climax, his hips thrusting up and locking for a moment as he shakes with pleasure. He’s not able to catch the first line of semen that comes out way more intense than he expected. It gets on the top of your desk, but thankfully not on his clothes somehow. The rest he catches with his hand.

He sits there shocked for a moment, breathing hard and heavy. He hasn’t finished that intensely in a while.

Then he lets himself lean back into the chair to relax for a moment, sighing heavily at his intense relief.

Jesus, Reigen. You’re a fuckin creep. Look at what you’re doing right now.

He thinks to himself in his post-clarity.

He sits there in silence for a while, letting himself wallow in the shame of his actions tonight.

Then he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. He’s ready to just put this behind him, pretend it never happened.

“Alright… Guess I should-“ His own speaking to himself gets cut off as there’s a knock on the door.

He immediately goes into panic mode for a few moments. He almost answers, until he realizes it’s probably a customer. They’ll go away once they realize the shop is closed.

So he stays still and silent.

Then probably one of his worst case scenarios takes place.

He hears the security system unlock, followed by the door opening slowly, and then-

You pop your head in slowly as you look around the room, eventually locking eyes with Reigen. His heart sinks.

Luckily for him, your desk faces the door, so he’s still in the clear from your point of view. Of course not the most ideal situation to be in right now.

“Oh! You’re here,” You step inside, shutting the door behind you. “You didn’t say anything when I texted. And usually I knock before I come in during close, incase you might be busy with something, but-“ You come to a stop when you realize how in-shock— and sweaty?— he looks right now. And just the overall weird tenseness in the air. And-

“Why are you at my desk?” You ask with a slight tilt of the head.

He’s suddenly snapped back into reality, realizing the urgency of this situation. He needs to figure out how to get out of this smoothly, and fast. His hand is literally full of his own-

“Reigen?-“

“HEY!” He startles you with his sudden volume. “(Y/n)! Hey! Funny seeing you here so late I thought you went home already!” He smiles as genuinely as he can manage as he pushes out that regrettable concoction of words.

You blink a few times. “Uh… Yeahhh, well I did! I mean I was on my way, but-“ He nods along as you speak, eyes glancing around for something to wipe off the desk. “-then I found that brand of salt you like so much when I stopped at Daiso and yknow it’s always sold out so I brought it back for you. Never a bad thing to have extra stock right? Just in case.“ You tell him sweetly. He now notices the three bags of salt in your arms. Normally he’d be very pleased with this. In ideal circumstances.

“Wow, look at you! You’re really an amazing employee, (Y/n), yknow that? Have I ever told you that?” He starts to babble, giving you a big fake smile. “Thanks so much, hey, uh- Why don’t you just put them on the couch and I’ll put them away when I’m done over here. You should really head home and actually get some rest for tonight, right?”

“Oh, right.” You remember how badly you want to put these bags down now. They’re kinda heavy. You move over to the couch, hunching over to drop them down.

While you’re looking away, Reigen glances around frantically for any sort of paper towels on your desk. His eyes lock onto your box of tissues, grabbing a handful and quickly wiping the mess on the table, just before you turn back around with a labored exhale. He’s wiping himself off discretely under the desk when you make eye contact again. “So what is it you’re doing over there anyways?” You ask to his dismay. Of course you’re curious about the situation though, since he is in your work space after work hours.

He opens his mouth to answer, and he only buffers for a moment. Almost suspicious, but not quite. “Ah, I just wanted to restart your computer, I do that with mine every once in awhile. Keeps em running smoothly. But yknow then it started acting strange, so I was just checking it out.” He comes up with an adequate excuse on the fly.

“Oh, seriously? Strange how? I can help you, let me-“

“NO!” He practically shouts when you take a step towards him, making you jump. Then he clears his throat immediately. “I mean, seriously, I got it. Cmon, you don’t trust your own boss? Just get home, will ya? You worked hard today.”

His rare compliment/considerateness blinds you to how weird he was being for a moment. You start to grin a little.

“Hmm.. I mean, you’re right. But honestly I’m not sure how comfortable I am with you fixing my computer, considering I was the one who had to fix yours the last time it started having issues.” You say in a joking tone, placing a hand on your hip.

He lets out an awkward, but still believable laugh. “Ahhh, that’s right! BUT I do know my fair share about computers. I did have to function somehow before you got here, right?”

“Yeah, it’s almost unthinkable.” You roll your eyes smiling. “I’ll go home after, but I can just help real quick. I’m sure you were doing something more important before this.”

He certainly was. And he definitely regrets getting off track now. Lesson learned. And as much as he appreciates your eagerness to help him, it literally could not be a worse time for it.

“(Y/n), it’s fine. You just stay right there and watch the master at work-“

“Master? Is there a spirit in the PC or something?” You say sarcastically, crossing your arms.

“Will that convince you to leave it to the professional?”

“Well if that’s the case, maybe I should call Mob?”

Woooow. Okay, that makes him crack an actual smile, his tenseness losing up a little. “What are you talking about? You know what mob calls me, right?” He says cockily, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Oh whatever, just let me help you!” You say letting out a laugh, like this is some kind of game.

“I don’t need your help!”

“Yeah right!” You take another step towards him.

“Don’t move another muscle!”

“What, are you naked behind the desk or something?” You ask jokingly.

He lets out a loud “Ha!” At your (scarily close) accusation. “I’m sure you’d love that, wouldn't you?” His words come out as quickly as he regrets them immediately afterwards. Both of your eyes go wide at the same time, and a blush quickly surfaces on your cheeks.

His expression and his heart drop the same.

“I am so sorry. That came out wrong.” He apologizes immediately, and he’s genuine because he really did not mean for it to sound that way. With you being both his friend and now secret desire, the line between professional and unprofessional is sometimes a little foggy. He has to remind himself to tone it down maybe.

Your mouth hangs open slightly, trying to think of something, anything to say after that, but you can’t seem to form anything together. You’re not really offended, just embarrassed. What did he mean by that? Why would he think you want to see him naked? Does he know you like him?

Stupid! Idiot! Why would you say that! His mind practically screams at him. He has to say something else.

He clears his throat. “Anyways!” Of course, perfect segway. “Just watch this. Like I said, master at work.” He says quickly and slides himself out of your chair and down under the desk where the PC box sits.

You just kind of stand there awkwardly. You don’t really have anything to say to him anymore, overthinking about whatever just happened.

“Alright, come here.” He finally calls out to you after a few moments and you oblige, coming over to behind the desk. He comes up again, clicking the start button on the PC before he does. And then of course your totally-fine-in-the-first-place computer boots back up.

He gives you a satisfied look. “There. Fresh as new. You’ll thank me later.”

You cross your arms, rolling your eyes. “Wow.. I guess you really are the master.” You reply sarcastically.

“I told you, didn’t I?”

Now being this close to him, you notice again how worked he looks. Like he’d just done a workout or something.

“Why are you sweating so much? Are you sick or something? I told you not to overwork yourself..” You scold, leaning over to take some tissues out of the box off your desk and taking a few to hand to him.

He clears his throat again, hesitantly taking the tissues from you with his free hand that doesnt already have crumpled up ones in it. “Ah, no.. It’s just hot in here. I should’ve let you turn down the heater earlier. I’ve been too busy to bother getting up to adjust it.” He makes another excuse. Truly, he feels gross being this close to you right know, knowing what he just did, and that there’s still evidence of it lingering. Normally this is very much an at-home-only activity. He never thought he’d get himself in a situation like this.

You tilt your head a bit, forgetting that you had even offered to do that earlier. “Oh yeah…” You eyes trail over to the control panel across the room, while Reigen wipes his face, watching your expression carefully.

When you look back over, the two of you makes eye contact for a moment. For some reason, it feels intimate, and Reigen thinks maybe it’s just his imagination still. He should say something to get you to leave though. This situation feels way too weird.

Right before he can say anything though, your eyes finally pull away, coming to spot something on the floor.

You make a slight “Oh!” sound, noticing the scarf you left behind, now on the floor.

Reigen follows your eyes to it and doesn’t stop you when you walk around him to pick it up.

“That’s funny, I left my scarf here. I didn’t even notice I was missing it.” You shrug.

His heart beats faster watching you hold it. Maybe because he can’t stop thinking about what he was just using it for.

He watches as you unravel it and wrap it around you, still filled with anxiety, like you’d sense his filthy use of your precious accessory just by touching it. You look at him when its back on, and you make the same strong eye contact again.

This is so weird. For the both of you.

The atmosphere feels unreal, like you’re experiencing a dream right now, being alone together in the dim-lit office way after hours. And reigen was acting so strange to how he normally is, though you don’t want to address it and let him know you’re that observant to his behaviors.

“Um.. I still have more bags of the salt in my car. I couldn’t carry them all in one go.” You finally say, eyes still connected to his.

“Oh. I can help.” He replies with no real emotion, like he’s in a trance right now.

“No no, it’s okay. You finish up work. I’ll just bring the rest in.” You assure him, still not breaking eye contact.

“I should help you. You already went through the effort of buying and transporting them here.” He says and finally breaks the contact for a moment to glance over at his desk. “Actually… if you want to do something, there’s an unfinished email on my desk. I’ve been trying to write it for a while but I don’t know, I guess I’ve just lost my work energy for the day.”

“Oh! Okay yeah, I can do that. Then,” You begin to take your scarf off again, taking it and reaching up to wrap it around Reagan’s neck instead. He blushes slightly at this, but not flinching or acting bothered at all. You can feel his eyes on you as you adjust it correctly into place. “You need this instead.”

He laughs through his nose slightly, and for some reason, he’s no longer tense or anxious. Smiling at you, and you smiling back, he feels his nerves calm, and he nearly forgets about whatever the hell he was worried about.

The eye contact continues, and it feels like you might… kiss? Or that’s what would happen if this was some cliche movie or something. But neither of you would ever be brave enough to make that risky first move. So you just stand in silence again for a weird amount of time.

“So..” Reigen finally breaks it when he comes back to earth before you do “Keys?”

You jump a little “Right!” You agree and fiddle for them in your coat pocket, pulling them out and handing them over.

Then for the next 20 minutes or so, the two of you say nothing to each other. You finish up his emails at his computer while he comes in and out of the office a few times with the salt.

You’re shutting the computer down when he puts the last sack of bags down with a heavy last heave of breath. You admire the way he rolls his neck and rubs at the muscles on his arms. His sleeves are rolled up and he pulls at his tie to unloosen it a bit as he turns to look at you. You pretend like you weren’t just having questionable thoughts about him.

You offer him a ride home, and he reluctantly takes it. During the ride, the two of you get back to your everyday conversational banter, like nothing happened. And really, nothing did anyways. When you turn the corner to his apartment, the two of you are still laughing at something stupid he just said.

You’d normally pull into the parking area in front of his place, but some idiot parked on the side of the ride is too far into the entrance. Definitely not legal, and also incredibly annoying.

“What the hell. What was this dumbass thinking?” You say in disbelief, gesturing out to the car in front of you.

“Ugh. They’re notoriously bad at parking, everytime I see that car there’s always some type of note on it. Guess there’s no free spaces.” He comments, peeking out the window to try to see into the gate.

“Yeah, but they couldn’t have just parked a little further up the street? This is actually laughably bad. Like illegal, even.” You say to him and just put the car in park where you are on the side of the road. You’re obviously not getting in.

“You think we could get compensation if we reported it?” You ask, turning to him with a mischievous look. He turns to face you and can’t help but mirroring your expression.

“I’ve taught you well. I’m sure I could somehow.” He tells you to confirm your question. “But, if I’m being honest, I can’t be bothered. I just want to sleep right now.”

You give him a disappointed look and he shrugs.

“Well. Then… are you okay walking in from here then?”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine walking a few extra feet to my front door, yeah.” He answers you sarcastically and you roll your eyes immediately.

“Oh okay, attitude. Go ahead then.” You tell him with your own tone, but you’re clearly teasing with the smile across your face.

“Wow I can’t believe you’re really going to make me walk so far, (Y/n). After everything I do for you, really. If I-“

“Oh my gosh, gooooooooo!” You say, cutting off his silly monologue and pushing him towards the door with both hands.

“Alright! Alright! I’m going!” He obliges with a laugh and you let him go. When he opens the passenger door you can feel the wave of cold air and you involuntarily shiver. You’re watching him step out and come to stand, when you notice that he’s still wearing your scarf.

“Wait!” You call out on impulse and he turns around to face you, his hand placed on the hood of the car.

You think about it for a second, looking at your scarf around his neck. It looks… cute on him. And you feel like he kinda needs it, he’s not really dressed very warm. Even though he’s only walking a few extra feet like he said. You want him to use it.

You’re about to say it’s nothing and let him take it, but he seems to notice where you’re looking and looks down to notice for himself.

“Oh, right. Here.” He says and starts to take it off, but you stop him.

“No, no! Take it.” You insist. He looks at you confused, eyebrow raising.

“What? Why? You wear this everyday.” He says.

“I have other ones. You never dress warm. Just use it for the weekend and give it back to me on Monday, kay?” You tell him.

“But-“ He starts and then trails off with seemingly nothing else to say.

You just smile at him and give him a wave goodbye. He buffers there for a moment before just going with it, nodding and waving back.

“Thank you.” He says as he reaches for the door.

“Goodnight.” You tell him gently and watch him go even after he shuts the door and walks off. You sit there just for a moment, wondering why you wanted him to have your scarf so bad. And also why he agreed. He has his own, you’ve seen it before, though not often.

Hm.

Well, whatever.

[funlovinzara]

Reigen Arataka x Gyaru! Reader

Requested by - @whyisummmuknow

(Heads up: the type of gyaru isn’t specified! You’re free to choose whatever!)

Intro: Reigen and Mob were assigned to complete an exorcism at an abandoned hotel, however there was a 90s throw-back festival that ended up slowing them down.

Warnings: None/Fluff

*brrrrr* *brrrr* Mobs phone rang, he picked up to see Reigen calling “Hello?” Mob says monotoned. “Hey Mob, it’s the usual, we have an exorcism down at the abandoned hotel from the 2000s.” Mob nods “Oh okay, but Master Reige-.” Reigen feeling exotic, cuts off Mob. On the other side of the phone he does his classic arm movements, “Don’t worry Mob, it’s going to be a breeze.” Mob was actually going to mention the fact that there would be a festival today and that there normal time would be slowed trying to bypass everyone. But as usual, he said nothing and went with it.

Mob showed up to the office, Reigen already prepared to leave. “Ah hey Mob! Is dimple with you?” Dimple appears out of hiding from Reigens annoyance. “Yup…right here.” “Alright let’s go!” Reigen takes a look at his phone while walking to check the newest news and he was the only one who didn’t know about the throwback festival, at the exact time they left the office.

“Hey….hey did you guys know about this?” Reigen says showing his phone to Mob and Dimple. “Yeah everybody knows, it’s an event that happens every decade.” Said Dimple, unfazed. Reigen shrugged a little disappointed, “We might go through some trouble, let’s hurry.” The group moves quickly towards the abandoned hotel, but it was too late. The festival had already begun so they had to slow down, however Mob and Dimple didn’t mind slowing down and watching. Mob was in awe at all the cultures and sub-genre’s of clothings from years before.

“Wow master Reigen, these people are really having fun!” Reigen sighs in an unpleasant tone, “This is not what we came here to do, we wont get all the money if we don’t finish in time, lets get a move on and-.” Reigen turns while talking and walks into someone a part of the festival, your drink falls out your hand and onto the sidewalk. “Hey!” You say booming towards to group. “I hope you’re going to help me pay for that.”

Reigen with his eyes on the ground, says “listen ma’am we don’t have time….time…TIME…?” He looks up and takes a look at your flashy physique and makeup. Mob and Dimple look just as astonished. “Uhhhh” Reigen is at a loss for words. Mob however really wanted to speak to you, everyone at this festival has seemed so unique and joyous. “I really like your style miss..” you look at the boy and grin slightly, still a bit angered your drink was spilled. “No need to be formal, im y/n!” Reigen butts in “Well y/n we have an important job to do, really i do apologize for the inconvenience but we really gotta go.”

You take a look at the man,

Hes quite handsome..

His suit is ironed with a tight fit around his chest and legs, showing very slight muscle. His eyes with a bland but seemly seductive aura beams towards your own eyes. His hair, a bit frizzled but still neat. Taking a closer look he appears to have tiny freckled spots and smooth lips. “Ah right.” Reigen may or may not have a soft spot for your cute face and exaggerated eye makeup, he finds it attractive. “Well y/n, heres my card. Anyway Mob let’s go! We’re gonna be late!”

“Oh..bye y/n!” Mob waves, you wave back with a smile.

The group runs off and you stand there with the card and look down, ha. Fake business card, its just his number.

Dimple swoops over to Reigen. “I definitely saw that, looks like someone is trying out new things these days.”

“Shut up dimple.”

Sorry for the short stories guyss i will keep trying to make longer ones

[deerwish]

LOSERS: a slowburn reigen x reader fic!

You add Reigen on Friendbook as a joke after seeing him make a fool of himself on live TV.

You’re a shut in - a NEET. The only social interaction you had (outside of your mom) was through a screen. Self confidence was a pipe dream for you.

Until you met Reigen Arataka.

☆ AO3 LINK ☆

I’ll upload the chapters one by one onto tumblr later down the line, but for now, enjoy all 10 available chapters on ao3.

[luffyvace]

✌︎ Sitting in Reigen’s lap hcs ✌︎

This mini series of mine + a character/anime I haven’t written for yet 😎

I love Reigen. I love him <3 and I know his fans are THIRSTY so come get some water ⛲️

Honestly?

Reigen looooves when you sit on his lap!

but only in private <3

it strokes his ego and makes him feel superior

not necessarily to you just in general

like he’s a somebody 😭

idk it just makes him feel proud

his mom loves him but…..she never thought he would settle down with someone

more like someone would settle down with him

so now that he has you here and now, sitting on his lap?

yeah he feels like some sort of sigma 🗿

brags to practically everyone he’s knows and shows you off

but that’s off topic

back to the part where he doesn’t like pda

He just doesn’t like it because he feels vulnerable

And it embarrasses him

especially in front of mob

thats his successor!!

and whenever he arrives it’s time to get to work!

don’t sit on his lap now he’s got work!

- Reigen

at home it’s completely okay for you to sit on his lap at any time!

Eating, at the computer, reading, whatever!

as long as he’s alone and trying to do something it’s 100% a go

if you try to sit on him in public he’ll ease you off and put a hand around your waist instead

that way you still get the affection you seek and your close but it’s not a big gesture for everyone to see

he’s the “Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century!” - Reigen

he cant be seen being open and affectionate!

the first time you sat on him he was very caught off guard and choked on his water

he was blushing but trying to be smooth about it

he quickly put on his cool persona and started flirting to counter his previous reaction

”I’m sure your grateful! Because your certainly lucky to be sitting on the World’s Greatest Psychic’s lap!” 😉

he also prefers it if you sit facing opposite of him oddly enough

i feel this because then we he sits up to his desk he can pull up to it more

but that’s mostly when he’s working

otherwise he lets you decide

he’s never really the one to offer either

not because he doesn’t want you to

he just doesn’t think about it

plus he just lets you come and go as you please :)

he figures when you want to—you will

although I will say if you stop doing it for a while he’ll freak out a bit and wonder if you guys are drifting apart 🤦‍♀️

anyway

he also prefers if you sit on both legs

yeah that was kinda random but i just wanted to say it

if you ever sit on just one though, he’ll wrap an arm around your waist

—And do note that he’s very prone to bouncing his leg while working

so if you get annoyed by that then yeah your better off sitting on both

*evil scientist cackle*

hope you enjoyed my hcs! ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／

[bunnist4rz]

ETHEREAL CONNECTIONS; REIGEN ARATAKA

synopsis; In a vibrant city, you sit in Reigen's unique office as his eager apprentice, trying to unlock your supernatural powers. Frustrated with your lack of progress, the atmosphere shifts when Reigen suggests a new technique that involves physical touch. As he takes your hand, a deep connection forms between you, and when you share a kiss, the boundaries of your mentor-student relationship fade away, revealing long-hidden feelings. The moment becomes intense and all-consuming, and with urgency, Reigen stands and leads you to the back room, ready to explore the next step in your relationship. word count; 527 content; reigen arataka/reader, m!reader, set in canon au, fluff + a bit suggestive, teacher/assistance a/n; i have never written "smut" or like something suggestive before so please bare with me if this does not meet your standard :(

The city outside flickered like a vibrant canvas, neon lights pulsing in time with the energy of a million unseen lives. Yet inside Reigen's office, the world was a quieter affair, filled only with the soft hum of a desk fan and the rustle of papers. The room was an eclectic collection of curiosities, mirroring the man who inhabited it. A small whiteboard in the corner held the tangled threads of unsolved cases, scribbled over in a riot of colors, each line more chaotic than the last.

You, his eager apprentice with a growing fascination for the supernatural, sat cross-legged on the tatami mats. Your eyes were closed, absorbing Reigen’s instructions. The self-proclaimed psychic master radiated a whirlwind of energy, even in stillness, his presence as palpable as the warmth from the lamps scattered throughout the room.

Today’s training was particularly daunting. You felt the weight of your untapped power, a tightly coiled spring within you, threatening to unravel. Reigen, ever the optimist, had tried countless exercises to help you channel it, but none seemed to work. His usually comforting voice grew strained with each failed attempt, and you could sense his patience waning, amplifying your own frustration.

Then, something shifted. He proposed a new method, one that called for a deeper connection between mentor and student. The atmosphere thickened as he explained aura linking—a technique requiring physical touch to align your energies. Heat rushed to your cheeks, a mix of anticipation and the closeness of the man you admired.

As you sat beside him, your knees brushing, Reigen took your hand. His palm was warm, his grip both firm and gentle. He guided you through a series of slow, deliberate breaths, his voice a soothing murmur resonating within you. You could feel energy thrumming through your veins. When he asked you to open your eyes, his gaze was magnetic, pulling you in.

In that moment, the room faded away; only the rhythm of your breaths intertwined remained, the warmth of your hands linked, and the pulsing of two hearts syncing to an unheard melody. His eyes searched yours, and you felt it—the moment you had both danced around for so long. Without a word, the barrier between student and mentor dissolved. Your faces drew closer, and time stretched infinitely as your lips met in a kiss, igniting a spark that had been simmering just beneath the surface.

The kiss deepened, a fervent confession of feelings long held back. His hand cradled the back of your neck, and you felt the soft fabric of his shirt under your fingertips. Your breaths mingled, the scent of incense weaving itself into the intimate tapestry of the moment. You had never felt so alive, so connected.

As the kiss intensified, the room spun around you, the air crackling with the energy of your combined auras. The whiteboard with its chaotic scribbles receded into the background, and the trinkets on the shelves became distant echoes of a reality that no longer mattered. All that existed was the warmth of his body against yours, the gentle dance of your tongues, and the thunderous rhythm of your hearts.

With sudden urgency, Reigen stood, pulling you up with him. The desk that had once seemed a barrier was now a silent witness to the unfolding passion. He leaned into you, his breath warm against your neck as he whispered, “Let’s take this to the next level.” Your heart raced, and you nodded, speechless as he led you toward the back room. The door clicked shut behind you, sealing off the outside world, blissfully unaware of the profound shift occurring within those four walls.

[stargazer-dreamer]

🌟Stargazer-Dreamer Masterlist🌟

those with ✨ indicate my personal favorites

those with ⚪ indicate that it is NOT a reader insert

🚀Cowboy Bebop🚀

Spike Spiegel

Types of Kisses Gift Giving ✨Sterile ✨Lighthouse ✨/r/SpikeSpiegel A Trip to the Cinema ✨Sleeping Doggy Dog Love Me Not [ao3 link] ✨Cheesy Come, Cheesy Go Shark Week ⚪Spike, in the Mornings Kiss the Cook(s) Cowboy Caregiver ✨Erratum Discussions [ao3 link] Interlining Dilemmas Bedroom Funk Vicinity The Most Magical Place on Mars ✨In Comfort; Let Me Rest My Eyes Closed [ao3 link] ✨Futile [ao3 link]

Jet Black

Love A Bit Rough In Which You Haven't Kissed the Cook (Yet) Kiss the Cook(s)

Vampire Money (Vampire Spike AU)

What's Life Like, Bleeding on the Floor? [ao3 link] ⚪✨I've Really Been on a Bender and It Shows [ao3 only] These Eyes Have Had Too Much to Drink Again Tonight [ao3 link]

Cotard and I Alone (Spike Spiegel/Grim Reaper Reader AU)

✨Dedicated Life [ao3 link] Cracking Visions [ao3 link] Attuned Inside [ao3 link]

🏴‍☠️One Piece🏴‍☠️

Trafalgar Law

Heart in Time

Roronoa Zoro

Swordplay Lost Little Marimo

🔮Black Clover🔮

StopRewind (Yami Sukehiro/Rookie Magic Knight Reader)

✨I've Been Told So Many Stories of Adventure, Power, and Glory [ao3 link] It's on the Tip of My Tongue [ao3 link]

💯Mob Psycho 100💯

Misapprehension (Meeting Reigen on a Dating App)

✨Ghostbox [ao3 link] Spiritbox [ao3 link]

🥊Boku no Hero Academia🥊

Hawks

With Hawks ✨Frivolities [ao3 link]

[eve209]

Im sick of waiting :3

-REIGEN ARATAKA X TOP MALE READER-

READ: I’m making this because I’m sick of fucking waiting for someone to make another Reigen smut…ONLY 2 SMUTS OF REIGEN, I HAVE WAITED FOR 2 YEARS NOW BRO AND IM SICK. so I have decided to do it.

!WARNINGS!- little bit of hair pulling, rough make out, choking, fucking on the couch, semi public???, little rough, nicknames (hun, beautiful, momma, love, etc.) and talking about getting reigen pregnant ;)

“You doin ok down there baby?” You say as you pet Reigens head as he chokes on your dick.

“Mmmmh!~” Reigen moans under his desk, gripping your thighs as his own legs shake. You and Reigen were alone at the Spirits and Such Consultation Office, Alone as everyone was gone since it was late. The sunset was bleeding into the office windows as you smirk and run your hands  through his hair. Seeing him choke on your dick, moaning like he’s the one getting his dick suck. How cute….

You groan, throwing your head back as you feel the urge to cum, pulling Reigens hair to get that tight mouth off of you. He whimpers, looking up at you, “y-you were gonna cum though…” he saying catching his breath and wiping his mouth.

“I’m just waiting to come inside that ass of yours hun, calm down.” You say smiling and leaning down to wipe the cum off the corner of his mouth and grabbing his chin to kiss him. He moans as you slip your tongue in, letting you explore his mouth. You wrap your arms around his legs and pick him up, still kissing him while walking to the couch on the other side of the office. 

Reigen ripped onto your shirt, moaning into the kiss so loud the damn cafe below can probably hear them. “Fuck sweetheart…quiet down…” you said in between kisses. He moans again as your hand slides up his neck, slightly gripping it.

He starts to grid his waist up, trying to get some friction but doesn’t succeed. He whines and rests his arms beside him on the couch.

‘Damn he must be needy as shit…’ you thought, reasons why is cause Regien NEVER is this…active? During sex at least. He’s usually like a pillow princess! Never doing any work and letting you do every single thing.

The only thing he’s ever really did anything like that was ride you ONE time…and of course it was for your birthday. How sweet of him… “once in a life time chance for a birthday boy” as he quoted it. Well that was the best sex you probably ever had! He was bouncing up and down on your cock. Moaning about how big it is and how he wants you to stuff him with some birthday babies…Arching his back and looking down at you, smiling and biting his lip while his own hand was playing with his nipple and the other on your chest. Calling you ‘Such a good boy..’ for taking all this ass….

You lowkey moaned remembering that night..even the setting was amazing! But anyways, that’s for another time.

You rip off Reigens pants, immediately going start for those tan, smooth, sensitive of his thighs. Biting those thighs up so quick the second you see them. Reigen moans, grabbing a fist of your hair gently, gripping onto the couch pillow he’s leaning his head on as he arches his back. “F-fuck (M/n)…Y-you make me feel so fucking good…” and oh my god you feel yourself almost cumming in your pants. His voice is so beautiful..Everything about him is so damn hot to you. You’re so fucking in love with him…

You lick the bruises on his thigh before looking up him with lustful eyes. “Hey beautiful? You think you still stretched out from last night or do you want me to finger you a lil more?”. Reigen blushes and shakes his head, gently rubbing your cheek with his thumb, “I think I’m ok…j-just fuck me hard, mkay?”. You blush and nod before smirking, sitting up on your knees and going to the drawer to grab a condom and some lube.

You take a deep breath, sliding on the condom and squirting some lube on with one hand as the other massages Reigens thigh for reassurance.

“You ready momma?” You say looking up, grabbing both the back of his thighs and hold them apart as you lean forward to his face. He blushes and nods, grabbing the back of your head and whispering in your ear…

“Do your worst..”

————————————————————————

“F-fuck (M/n)!~ Oh my ff-Ah!”

It’s been 2 hours. Now 10 at night. Straight fucking the shit out of Reigen. Switching positions left and right, making out til both of you lose breath, and so much damn cum. But of course some 2 minute water breaks here and there.

The sun was set by now. Only a lamp on reigens desk on the other side of the office still on. The calming scent of the office surprisingly still there. You bite your lip, your hands on reigens ass, spreading it apart to see his sweet hole sucking your dick like a damn lollipop. You guys are now in doggy position. His pretty face stuffed in a pillow as his back is arched.

“(M/n)…I-i can’t go any l-longer!~ Please I feel like I’m gonna break!” Reigen says after moving his head to the side, such pretty tears streaming down his face. You lean to kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear, “Ok baby.. can you cum one more time for me? Then I’ll clean you up and carry you home, ok?”. Reigen nods and breathes in deep, resting his head on the couch pillow, biting his lip so hard you see blood!

You hold his hand from the back, kissing his hair before thrusting in his tummy again. He’s so damn tight she’s practically breaking your dick off! You groan, grabbing a fist of Reigens and pulling him up to see his face. “Come on pretty girl…moan loud for me..” You say as he start to hold his neck instead of his hair since you propped him up on his hands. He moans louder, one hand grabbing your hand on his neck, throwing his head back.

“F-Fuck! (M/n)~ I’m coming! I’m coming!~Ahh!!~” Reigen moaned, coming hard on the pillow. You groan, slamming yourself inside him one more time, coming inside of his stomach. “F-fuck..” you mumble as you look down at him and kiss his cheek before pulling out. “Good job hunny..you did amazing..” you say rubbing his stomach.

He whimpers, resting his body on you, “I’m tired…” he says holding onto your hand tight. You laugh and flip on around to let him rest on your lap, “it’s ok hun…go to bed I’ll clean up and get us home don’t worry.” you say smiling.

He groans while stuffing his face in your neck, “Ok…love you” he mumbles hugging you tightly.

You laugh and look down at him, kissing his forehead as he drifts into sleep.

“I love you more Reigen..good night.”

[mackjlee9]

Saw your NSFW alphabet post!

Uhh Denji(Csm), Reigen(ms100), and saitama(Opm) with the letters I, V, K, Y? If that’s not too much?

Also, can I be 🦑anon?

N$FW Alphabet Mini Event

So many 😍

(5/10)

Denji x Top!Male!Reader

Arataka Reigen x Top!Male!Reader

Saitama x Top!Male!Reader

I= Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

Denji| not romantic at all. He'll just be whining like a baby that he wanted to have sex with a girl, but he calms down after you threaten him with leaving him like that on his own.

Denji is new to sex, straight or gay sex, he just doesn't know much, so he lets you do everything while he complains or holds in his moans.

After the first few times, he starts to get more into it and craves your touch, he loves it when you hold him close and he gets to press his face on your chest, flat or not.

Reigen| very, very shy. He's a blushing, stuttering mess.

He constantly whimpers and hides his face from your intense gaze, he starts tearing up if you keep telling him you wanna see him and hear his moans, but in the end, with tears running down his red cheeks, he moves his hands away and squeals when you pin them to the sides of his head, watching him come undone under you.

If you let him go, he gets really clingy and doesn't want you to move away from him, he loves the feeling of your body on top of his, crying against your neck.

Saitama| okay, when you're trying to hint at him he's definitely clueless, he has no idea what you're trying to do and why you keep getting so close to him.

He doesn't realize that your lingering touches mean something else, so it's a little frustrating on your end, so once you let out an "I wanna make love to you!" he finally gets it.

Now you're seeing a side of Saitama you've never really seen.

He gets shy and flustered, which wake his body more sensitive.

However... I do hope you have a body of steel because he can't measure his strength when he's overwhelmed.

V= Volume (how loud they are? what sounds they make?)

Denji| loud. Really loud. Even if you're covering his mouth, he's still too loud.

He's not doing it on purpose though, the movement of your hips against his has him releasing such lewd moans and whines, and he doesn't care if you press his face further into the pillow to quiet him down.

Reigen| well, it's one or the other, he's loud or he's quiet, and it depends on how you're fucking him honestly.

He tends to get more vocal when he's just too horny and needy, but then he's shy and quiet when you've been indulging him, but if you want him to be louder, he'll be a little bit louder for you.

However, once he gets into it, you're gonna have to be mindful of where you are fucking, because he will not quiet down.

Saitama| rather quiet. It usually just breathy moans and gasps, but on the occasion you get him to release a loud moan, he'll instantly cover his mouth and look away, embarrassed that he let out such a loud sound, of course, you wanna hear him more so you purposely fuck him hard, just the way you know it'll make him uncover his mouth to hold onto you or grip the sheets.

K= Kinks (one or more of their kinks)

Denji| for some reason... I feel like he's into breeding, something about feeling your cum filling him up is enough to make him cum untouched.

Size kink is also something he's into, he just loves looking down and seeing your cock pressing against his abdomen, or just the sheer size of your body looming over his. May have been that longing for someone to protect him when he was a kid, but he feels safe when you hold him.

(He's still unsure himself about what kinks he has but he's willing to try anything)

Reigen| pet play, I don't make the rules.

At first, he would call you master or sir as a way to tease you, but the moment you held his face and called him "bunny" he melted.

Along to go with the play, we have feminization. Who wouldn't want to see Reigen in a sexy bunny girl costume, wearing a collar around his neck? I certainly wouldn't mind.

Oh! Orgasm control, he loves it when ton control when he can cum, if you let him cum at all, the way his body shivers as he cums makes his eyes roll back and his mind goes blank.

Saitama| even though he could easily free himself, he loves how vulnerable he feels when he's restrained.

Bondage is something Saitama enjoys, mainly because he can take any kind of pain you inflict onto him, but when he can't see you and you're just being so gentle makes his body tingle.

Power play, he likes to act as such a tough, strong guy, only to get his ass handed to him when you have him pinned down, fucking into him roughly.

Ooh~? Food play~? Something about licking chocolate syrup off your cock makes his body weak, and if you do the same thing to him? He's done for.

Y= Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Denji| high. He's horny pretty much all the time, sometimes he gets touchy and clingy when you are having dinner/breakfast with Aki and Power.

Denji is pretty obvious when he honey and, even if those two know what you're gonna be doing, you'll rather have sex somewhere else, you find a love hotel nearby or just go to your house/apartment.

Denji just doesn't think he'll ever be able to get over how good sex with you feels.

Reigen| only when he's bored and has pretty much nothing to do, or if he's stressed and nothing helps him.

Those are usually the times when he's feeling horny, but anytime you are, he's willing to drop whatever he's doing to have you fuck him.

Saitama| never. You will not see Saitama actively trying to have sex or being horny at all, it is usually you who's the horny boyfriend.

Even so, you have to keep in mind that Saitama can go for a long time, he has too much stamina, and you are gonna have issues keeping up with him, so it's more of a "are you physically capable to keep up with him?" than just "I'm horny, wanna smash?" type of thing

[arabaka]

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ nsfw. reigen arataka x afab!reader. cunnilingus. masturbation. public sex. written in a fugue state so sorry abt grammar/spelling/weirdness. 500ish word count.

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. summary ⤸ reigen eats you out in a parking lot. idk what you expect from me /j

You’re in an abandoned parking lot. The building is in great shape– well, now it is. A weak curse had picked up traction on social media about the area and before you knew it, the place was swarming with spiritual energy. It wasn’t a piece of cake but it wasn’t anything you and Serizawa couldn’t handle. 

“Hey,” Reigen’s voice is a husky murmur as he hooks a finger onto your jacket to hold you back, “Stay back here with me for a bit.”

Naturally, you do.

Growing up, sensing people’s spiritual energy from an ever-growing radius was maddening: a curse. 

Now though, as your boyfriend eats you out with your palms against the concrete wall in this abandoned building, you definitely can write it off as a blessing.

“G-God, right there, right there.” You hiss, stopping yourself short of digging your nails into the wall. Your pants are hot on your already sweaty skin and you’re only getting more drenched with Reigen’s spit dripping off your folds. 

It’s insane, the work you’re putting in to stay standing on your heels but it’s worth it; Reigen is a master with his tongue. His tongue slides effortlessly between your folds, your slick practically disappearing in his mouth as he works you over. All the while, he’s having a hard time keeping his eyes straight behind closed lids, engorging himself on your taste with every lap and suck. He can’t help it; he loses himself in the soft, tender flesh of your clit. The way you try to hide your little squeaks of his name as your heels skitter along the cement floor. The way you get so wet for him, rivets of your arousal run down your pantyhose-clad legs.

Pantyhose because your boyfriend had been in too much of a hurry to pull them down and instead ripped his way into eating you out in the middle of this freshly-exorcised parking lot. It’s not the first pair he’s ruined and it won’t be the last.

Reigen’s gotten more brazen as of late, this he knows, and it’s a bad habit to have. Because now it’s near impossible to wait when the mood strikes and honestly, seeing you in action earlier… How sexy the confidence on your face looked… 

Ugh, you certainly can’t blame him, can you?

“Tastes so good.” You can hear him casually grumble, your slit clenching around the tip of his tongue as he works his way in. The breaths in his voice make your whole body shiver, your hips stuttering back and pushing your pussy deeper into his mouth, an opportunity he happily seizes with both hands coming to claw deeply into the fat of your ass. The surge in pleasure makes you sing a chorus of moans, the noise bouncing in echoes along the walls. 

Even in the midst of ecstasy, you keep in mind any lingering entities around the area; yes, the risk is sexy but let’s keep it that way. 

Reigen is furiously pumping his shaft as he slurps profanely on your juices. He couldn’t possibly keep his noises to himself; he can hardly shut up as it is. 

In the middle of those moans and grunts, you hear Reigen utter, “I swear, this will be the last time.”

But you and him both know it wouldn’t.

[missfrustration]

strictly psychic business (reigen arataka x fem!reader) 18+

A/N: my first fanfic i wrote on ao3 two years ago. gonna crosspost my catalogue on there to tumblr! this is part 1 of my 'messin' with a psychic' series.

rating: explicit! minors do not interact please!

tags: smut, porn with plot, vaginal sex, oral sex, good person reigen arataka, smoking, one night stands, hook-up, top reigen arataka, light dom/sub, bro eats it like a madman, wacky socks, consent is sexy!!, no use of y/n

word count: 8k

You held the invitation to tonight's networking mixer in your right hand and your purse in your left as you scampered down the street. You were about a block away from the most prominent business event center in downtown Seasoning City, running slightly late. You cursed yourself for taking too long to get ready. On top of that, you should’ve figured that being a visitor of this side of town also meant it would take you longer to get there due to the unfamiliarity.

Looking in the mirror earlier, you felt too good to walk out the door so fast. You donned a silky blue mid-length dress that hugged your curves while still being modest. The front was a very subtle v-cut, while the back revealed almost half of your back. Your hair was styled earlier this morning, and your makeup was soft glam with a hint of dramatic brown eyeliner. Because of this, you had sway with each step of your walk that slightly lessened as you reached the event’s doors.

As you glance at the fancy door’s golden handle, you hear a voice coming from inside. You cringe, knowing it’s the host of the event. As you slowly open the door, your suspicions are confirmed. The CEO of the host company is finishing his welcoming speech, as everyone watches him on the main floor. This is horrible timing for you to walk in, but you take your chances. You meet a few pairs of eyes slightly gawking at you once you enter the room. They seem stragglers themselves from the way they are distanced from the main crowd, so you don’t mind.

As the host bro makes one more finishing statement, you scan the room more as people start to clap. You are hoping to spot some familiar faces from your company, only to be disappointed by the mass of bodies mostly turned away from you. Although it was a little isolating, you think you blended in with the others well enough that no one was giving you scowls.

From the corner of the hall, you spot a man that captures your attention. While everyone’s formed social cliques, is on their best behavior, and in classy attire, the man before you is the exact opposite. This dirty blonde in a tacky, gray suit is lazily leaning against the wall about 50 feet away from you. Plastered on his face is the most indifferent look you’ve ever seen. You notice his legs crossed over which reveal…some very eye-catching socks. Because of the distance, you can’t see the design save for the neon yellow and deep brown they have on them. They are very noticeable under his suit pants that were tailored too short for his legs. It’s impossible to tell if his pants were intentionally short or if it was just secondhand. One hand is resting above his head while the other is picking in between his teeth. As the audience roars with applause, he kicks off the wall and yawns.

People start to disperse around the hall now, both talking amongst themselves and heading to the different fancy food stands. You lock your eyes back on the blonde, only to be met with his eyes. He’s looking straight at you with a goofy smirk on his face. Before you could react, the contact was broken from the groups of people filling your vision. You get slightly annoyed at the crowd, and keep staring, waiting for the commotion to clear up. By the time you could look again, he was gone. You click your tongue, feeling like an idiot for trying to stare at some random stranger. ‘Whatever,’ you think, ‘let’s get this thing over with.’

-

About an hour has gone by since you arrived at the venue, and you’ve been relentlessly worn out. After meeting with some colleagues shortly after arriving, you meet some of the businessmen who are associated with the main companies that have sponsored the event. While you let your colleagues do most of the talking, you half-heartedly listened in on the conversations. You despised the networking aspect of your job. You could tell everyone, including collogues, feigned an excessively polite attitude while speaking to one another. It was all an act to create these hallow connections. After about an hour of this, with a minimal amount of business cards and contacts in your pocket, you dismissed yourself and found your way to the luxurious bar area. Typically, mixers don’t provide bars, much fewer ones that are all expenses paid. You can’t believe they had all this money to sponsor this… so you were taking advantage of it for the rest of the night. As soon as you got there, you flagged the bartender and ordered a vodka lime. As you sipped, you scanned faces at the bar table. If only…

You would want to talk to him. Out of all the different suited men, he was the most on your mind tonight. Exactly why, you weren't sure, but being able to ask him why he was here in such an idle way would give a little clarity. You wanted to know why you found him so enticing.

Then you spotted him.

He’s at the end of the bar with a big platter of food and a lemon sour. His finger is in his ear, and he slightly squints when pulling it out. Oh wow. And he doesn’t give a fuck. Hm.

By the time you decide if sparking a conversation is a good idea, you’ve already sauntered over to him. After your first glass, you were acting impulsive. His platter of food looks like it was previously filled to the brim judging by the number of empty toothpicks and cherry stems that scatter the plate. Only a few fruit cubes and a mini sandwich are what's left. You stop in front of him and briefly check out his socks. Upon close inspection, you can finally figure out that the brown and yellow socks he’s wearing are crudely drawn cartoons of monkeys and bananas, respectively. Oh, tooo funny, you thought. He sways his head up to look at you, slightly chewing the rest of the contents in his mouth as he tilts his head.

“Hey there.” You stifle a laugh. “Nice socks.”

“Hey, it’s you from earlier. That girl who came in super late. Thanks, I take pride in my appearance.” He emphasized the super and pointed to you as he took a small sandwich held up by a toothpick on his platter and chomped into it.

“Wow, the one and only. This seat taken?”

“What do you think? Be my guest, sweet thing.” He gestures towards it dramatically as you scoff at the name and sit.

“It’s not sweet thing,” you proceed to informally introduce yourself to the man with your name. “By the way, I didn’t stand out as much as you, Mister… uhh-”

“It’s Reigen. Reigen Arataka. The Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century is at your service. I would give you a business card but I’ve run out for tonight. You interested in my services?”

Not the services you typically offer. You thought. Stifling a laugh, you continue, “Psychic, huh? Why the hell did you get invited to a tech mixer? This doesn’t seem to be your scene anyway.”

“I’m just that good I’m needed everywhere. Actually, I could ask the same out of you, Miss I’m-too-pretty-for-this-place.” He emphasizes the last sentence with flashy hand movements, finishes the sandwich, and starts gnawing on the toothpick with a rather indifferent expression. Rodent-style.

You held back a blush at his subtle compliment and fire back, “That so? I was required to come here for company reasons and not of my own accord. Now, why don’t you answer my question about why you’re really here? I’m not buying your story.” You lean forward in your seat and look right at Reigen. He looks at you with a somewhat confused face, puts down his now abused toothpick, and sighs.

“I don’t fancy your attitude, I might just not tell you. Not that it’ll matter either way.”

“What about another drink in return?” You use your thumb to point at his now empty glass, offering to get him a new one in exchange for some answers. He’s fascinated you at this point, so you would love to see this conversation fully.

“I’ll pass. ‘M not trying to piss myself blackout drunk at the nearest gas station.” As he says this, he reaches into his suit pocket and grabs a pack of smokes. “Care for a cancer stick instead?”

“If I get what I want.” He shrugs at your response as you both head out to the nearest exit. It seems to be an outdoor patio about a hundred feet away from the bar and would be considered vacant save for the few bunch hanging around.

“Fine by me.” He responds. After two attempts, Reigen takes one cig out of the box with his mouth. He then meekly takes one out for you, and quickly retreats the pack in his pocket. The cigarette starts wiggling up and down gently in his mouth as you both start walking to the outdoor patio. As you watch him do this you nearly trip into the screen door. Reigen opens it for you in time, however. You hear him snort as he maneuvers his arm to keep it from bumping into you. It’s a small, sweet, and awkward gesture.

As you walk out, you met with a slightly cool air kissing your skin and amber lights dangling on the pergolas above you. There are a few seating areas with even fewer suited men smoking cigars and chatting. You both migrate to the balcony area, which looks over Downtown Seasoning City. It’s a beautiful sight that wraps up the whole venue, even if it’s not as noticeable to most of the guests.

“So… you're in tech?” Reigen hands you your smoke as he pulls out his lighter and brings it to his fresh one. It takes a considerable amount of flicks to light up and barely lasted long enough to light up the cigarette.

You shrug, largely unengaged with his question. “Yeah, software developer- My turn, what’s your angle? You should answer this time.” You lean back against the balcony with a smirk and lock eyes with him.

“You wanna know that bad huh?”

You nod, moving in closer.

“For the food honestly. That’s my answer, you happy?” He gives you a shit-eating grin, obviously enjoying the annoyed look on your face.

You pause for a moment and sigh, “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Oh well.” He chuckles at your response before it eventually dies out in the night air.

There is a moment of silence shared between you. Reigen drags a puff out of his cigarette as you think about excusing yourself. You should’ve guessed that you wouldn’t be satisfied with the answer of the man with unsightly, mismatched socks. Before you can, however, he speaks up.

“I wasn’t invited actually.” He sighs. You peer up at him with a raised brow. He continues, “They saw the suit and just let me in. I came here at first wanting to advertise my services to other businesses but instead got bombarded with them doing the same thing. It was obvious they didn’t even hear what I was saying to them… they are just so dang caught up on the next line they plan to say.” He takes another long drag of his cigarette and looks out to the city. “After the first few I gave up. I guess I can’t blame them, so I thought I would stick around and eat what I can. After all, free food digs, so I’on mind.”

You hum in approval and cross your arms. He seems like the type to rarely open up to others, much less a stranger like you. You appreciated the effort. Eyes still locked on him, you chuckled “You act more naturally telling the truth. I like that. To be honest, it blows ass. Welcome to my world, baby,” You gesture to the venue dramatically and give a half-hearted chuckle. “This just comes with the territory.”

“Sounds like it sucks. I feel bad for ya.” He looks back at you, a slight blush on his face due to the cold. You see he has a somewhat nervous demeanor for a few seconds before quickly switching back to his previous suave one. The subtle compliment you’ve given him must’ve struck a chord after all. After a few moments of locking eyes, you discover the deep brown that envelops his pupils. They resemble the color of deep, rich honey. You blush at yourself due to your admiration of a nearly total stranger and have to break eye contact out of pure embarrassment. He points to your cigarette gingerly, “Uhh, you need a light… yet?” It makes you snap out of any deep thought you were in.

You nod, “Yeah, if you don’t mind.” You never smoke, but you didn’t want to deny Reigen for fear that wouldn’t have indulged in your interest in him.

He takes out the lighter from inside his suit pocket again and scoots closer to you. He gently wraps his hands around the cigarette being lightly held by your lips and tries to flick the light to life.

Flick, flick, flick. Flick. Flick, flick.

Each time Reigen flicked the lighter, a light ignited quickly but died out quicker. You figured it was due to the lighter’s life nearing its end. The gradual wind isn't helping, either. He tries a few more times with his hand cupped more and body closer to yours.

“Tch. I don’t know if you will now.” He clicks his tongue again after the last try with his cupped hand lightly brushing your nose, sending a slight shiver down your back. You peer below his face and hands and just now notice his tie has been loosened and the button-down has the top two buttons undone, showing a glimpse of his collarbone. You two are so close that if you stretched out your hand a few inches, you could touch his chest. Does he know how enticing he is right now? You feel your breath hitch at the subtle appeal of it as you come up with a great solution.

“Sorry, ‘bout that.” He puts the cigarette back in his mouth as he retreats the lighter to the nearest pocket he can reach. As he takes a step back, you find the perfect opportunity to execute your plan.

“It’s alright. I found a better way, anyway.”

“What do you m-” You quickly step up to meet his face. You take your cigarette and meet it with the lit-up end of his. You lock eyes with a now surprised Reigen as you gracefully blow in through your cigarette to light it. Your faces are so close to each other that it causes both of you to blush. Reigen hitches his breath as he looks deep into your doe-like eyes with more intrigue. He’s suddenly way more interested in your intentions than he had been up to this point. However, you can tell this is very out of his comfort zone, as when you pull away, he’s frozen with both hands in the air and a cigarette holding onto his mouth for dear life.

You try to act as suave as you can about it, however. In a tone that sounds largely unaffected by what you’ve done, you remark, “Thanks, Reigen. Didn’t know I needed that until now.” You then take a long drag off your freshly lit cigarette with a flirtatious grin. You needed the nicotine as relief at this point to calm your nerves down, both excited and nervous about how he’ll react to your advances.

It takes a moment for him to respond. “Wow, I suppose like my women forward now.” He breathily says. He somewhat fidgets with his tie as he composes himself into that rather matter-of-fact demeanor again. “Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it is so working.” You admired the way he could switch up so fast. It made it more enticing to get him riled up. He finally caught on to your flirting, too.

“Oh, of course not, sir.” You fake feeling accused, lifting your hands in surrender. “I wanted to talk strictly business here. My work is very professional, in fact.”

He ignored how ironic it is that you state how professional you are when you were the latest out of all the people at this mixer.

“Something tells me you’re not in the mood to talk about work either,” Reigen sarcastically states as he raises an eyebrow. He lifts his cigarette to flick the ash off. It sparks something primal in you as your last sense of inhibitions finally snap.

“Oh wow, I wonder what gave it away. So,” You step in closer and lean up to whisper in his ear, “What will you do about it?” Your lips lightly brush the lobe of his ear, and Reigen jumps from your hot, moist breath.

Reigen doesn’t respond for a moment. You see a drop of sweat roll down his forehead as you feel his arms shift around you. A thought briefly passes your mind, Why is bro so sweaty? “I see,” he murmured, “Well in that case...” You suddenly feel his hand firmly on the small of your back that skims just above your ass. The grip is firm and causes your breath to hitch.

“Sorry, it’s been a while. I’m surprised,” He doesn’t look as nervous anymore, now sporting a lustful grin. You sigh in both relief and lust as he finally states, “but I get the gist of what this is.”

“Yeah? And what do you think this is?” You start to toy with his pink tie as you look at the man merely inches away from your face. The amber lights of the patio reflect on his face and bring a spark behind his eyes.

“Heh. C’mon, I’m psychic, remember? I know what you want. Let’s go already.” He gives you a mischievous look as he starts leading you off of the patio with his hand still firmly placed. You shiver so much at his touch, it's enthralling. You can’t imagine how you’ll feel if things go beyond this.

“Well, I mean,” his hand leaves you as both wave around so frantically it's hard to follow. He abruptly stops and holds out his hand, inviting you to take it. He releases a breath that seems less easygoing than Reigen hoped for, and more exaggerated. “Uh, no pressure. Only if you want.”

You stifle a laugh as he gingerly takes your hand in his. You can feel the slight, no scratch that, excessive clamminess in his hands. You find it cute, but really… why is bro sweating so much? Whatever, a risk to spend the night with him is just what you need.

“You’ve caught me, Reigen. My hotel is only a few blocks away. Now, show me what a psychic can really do.”

--

As soon as you closed the door to your hotel suite you kick your shoes off, ready to jump Reigen. You spent the travel to your hotel mostly in idle conversation. Just from the few minutes, you learn that Reigen’s life is filled with interest that makes you further intrigued by his mystique. While it made you more intrigued, it made you even hornier.

What could you say, you were willing to see what powers this psychic really packed.

By the time you were prepared to pounce, you felt his hands latch onto you. With a soft but steady grip, Reigen pinned you against the wooden door of the hotel room. You shuddered at his forwardness, as well as the cold surface your semi-bare back was pressed up against. He doesn’t do anything following this for a while, however, and you squirm under his gaze for a moment before you break the silence.

“Hey,” You awkwardly said.

“Hey,” He says back. “This… this is okay, right?”

He lightly brushes your shoulder with his thumb, showing that’s what he was talking about.

“You’re cute. You ask me that after pinning me?” You blush as you giggle.

He blushes in embarrassment and rubs his hand behind his head. “Man, my fault… you’re sexy. You’re right, though. I apologize.”

You breathily respond, “It’s okay,”

“I can kiss you though, right?” He asks in barely a whisper as he leans in closer to almost touch your lips. You softly smile, nodding your approval. Like clockwork, you feel his lips press against yours tenderly for the first time. They are warm and soft, but a little chapped at the fullest part. His hand reaches the bottom of your jaw to lightly lift it, deepening the kiss. As you melt into it, a soft breath lewdly escapes you.

You want more of him, so much more than a kiss. You needed it now. Wanton ignites in your core as you hold his head between your hands. Your tongue reaches between his twitching lips, pleading for entrance. To your satisfaction, he swiftly obliges and invitingly parts his lips for you. You feel him shudder against you as you slip your tongue to collide with his. It ignites something in him, further deepening the kiss as much as he can.

The tender kiss you both shared is now escalating into an intense makeout session. With it, comes a plethora of flavors on his tongue that dances with yours. You taste the hints of lemon sour on his tongue, along with a slight taste of the food bar helpings he had at the mixer earlier. Above all, the taste of tobacco from earlier lingers, covering the insides of his mouth. You so softly shiver from the sensation.

Tonight was the night exclusive for only the two of you. It’s a night full of impulse and lust, which you would love to take to the fullest. Reigen must feel the same too, as confirmed by his break of the kiss. He must be reading your mind or something with how great his timing is. He lightly hovers his hand over the smallest part of your waist and looks deep into your eyes, “Is it good to touch you here?”

You meet him with the prettiest doe-eyes Reigen has ever seen. Although he peers into innocent hues of brown, he’s thinking of anything but innocent thoughts. After a moment of catching your breath, you give him a nod yes, which he instantly reacts to. However, he’s relieved that your waist is still clothed by your dress, as his now extremely clammy palms won’t be detected by you just yet.

He places his palm firmly on your waist and slides it up and down to gently caress it as continues his tirade on your mouth. You softly groan into it as your tongues dance together. His grip presses into your skin firmly, further locking you between him and the cool wooden door on your back.

He breaks the makeout periodically and asks the same question for your shoulders, down to your waist again, down to your hips. His touch is slowly driving you wild. It’s like he’s slowly teasing you, waiting for the perfect time to take it a step further. It’s riling you up and leaves you panting, wanting more.

With his free hand, he brushes your hair back and breaks the kiss once more. In a breathy rasp, he asks, “Can I kiss right here?” With his lips now hovered over the side of your neck.

Your core tingles at his words. In anticipation, you hold your breath as you whisper yes. He hungrily takes your neck in his mouth, starting with a wet kiss in the center. He connects his tongue to the kissed skin and traces it down to the top of your shoulder. You lull your head to the side to give him more room to work his magic. He stops briefly to caress your waist more as he travels back to the neck. He takes his lips and slowly peppers your neck with small kisses right up to the ear. You lean into his mouth as it slowly sucks onto the lobe of your ear. It sends a shiver down your spine as you mewl in approval. Your ears are too sensitive for this in all the right ways.

“What… What about here?” You hear the faint shudder in his voice as he whispers in your ear. His voice sends a spark from you as you realize what he’s asking. You peer down to see his hand lightly brushing over your left breast. Satisfaction washes over you after what has felt like hours of this little game he’s been playing.

“Please, Reigen.” You panted.

That’s all the motivation he needed. He releases a hot breath of relief, you squeak a little as he grabs your clothed breast in his hand and squeezes. His mouth stays on your ear as he nips and pecks all over. You instinctively grab a head full of his hair and tug at it as you slightly pant.

His touch is driving you crazy, your body feels like it’s being put into a trance by this psychic. It was so much, it wasn't enough. Either way, you knew that you needed more from him. You jump the gun and lean into him.

“Please touch me more, Reigen. I need more.”

Your words snap him out of his actions as he locks eyes with you, a bead of sweat rolling down his face as he responds. “My bad… it’s been a while. What do you want me to do exactly?” The pitch in his voice rises higher than it needs to at the last sentence.

You take Reigen’s tie in your hand as you lead him into the bedroom part of your suite. “First, can you help me with this zipper?” You turn around so your back is facing him.

“Oh, sure thing.” You think it takes him a bit to realize you mean the dress zipper, as Reigen stands idle for a moment. After a few moments, you hear him shift and land his hands on you.

He somewhat fidgets with the dress, lightly grazing the bare area of your back and checking the edges of the fabric for the zipper. You barely hear him murmur, ”What the- how do I even get this thing off...Ah! There we go.” which causes you to giggle.

“Got it- Hey, don’t laugh!” He lightly stammers. You both revel in an awkward moment, which pauses as soon as you both hear your dress fall to the ground. You forgot the zipper of the dress reaches down to your ass, which makes the dress instantly slip off if zipped down all the way.

The chilly air of the air-conditioned hotel suite instantly hit your back as you indistinctly arched into Reigen. His hands land on you as you fall back into him. Instantly, the concentration of his scent is prevalent when you lay the back of your head on his shoulder. You smell the cheap cologne he had on his neck, and the musk he carried which must’ve elevated from the amount he’s been sweating tonight. Finally, you could detect the familiar smell of cigarettes on his clothes.

“You… really don’t know what you’re doing to me right now.” He peers down at your now highly bare body with more of his hot breath landing on you. As you turned around to face him, he has a full view of your figure. Except for your frilly panties covering your ass, you left nothing to the imagination. You watch as Reigen slowly gazes at every curve and edge of your figure. From the plushness of your lips to the fat on your arms, the fullness of your chest and hardened nipples, to the small of your waist and wide hips you have, to the plump shine of your legs.

“God, you’re so sexy like that. I won’t be able to resist myself anymore.” He spits out. He covers his mouth with his hand as a dark blush envelope both of you.

You place his hand on your cheek and look up, “Then, touch me wherever you want.” You plead with him.

That seems to do the trick. He locks you into yet another feverish kiss as you help him out of his upper garments. He throws his blazer to the side. The pink tie swiftly slips off of him along with the button-up you both work on taking off. You instantly claim the newly exposed skin with your hands as he does to you. You feel the slight sweat on his body and palms as you both explore each other. He keenly grasps your breast once again, and you moan in excitement. He studies your face to see its reaction as he toys with both of your hardened nipples in between his fingers. He leans down and pops one into his mouth while continuing to play with the other. You rake your nails down his back, which causes his teeth to graze over the areola, sending electricity down your spine and heat through your core. You arch your back and lightly pant from the sensation.

Reigen comes back up with a pop that echoes throughout the room. He groans in approval. You were on fire with lust at this point. Needing relief, you grabbed his chin and lean into him.

“Reigen,” You mewl in his ear, “I’m gonna be honest with you. I'm really fucking wet right now and I might die if you don't do something about it asap.”

You swear you feel Reigen slightly jump into you in response. Suddenly in one fluid motion, he squats down, picks you up by your middle, and lifts you. Instead of dropping you, he carries you to the bed and softly presses you into the sheets. He sits back up and catches his breath, wiping the sweat off his brow. You raise your eyebrow, waiting for his response.

“I can uh, definitely do that for you. Now, is that a comfortable position for you?”

You gulp and nod your head. You rub your thighs together in anticipation as you realize just how wet you are. Your underwear feels slick against your heat due to how sodden it is. You whimper a little from the sensation as Reigen perks up from your sounds. He also craves more of you as you do him. He’s about to show you how serious he is about this.

“Great. Can I take this off?” Reigen gently asks, standing over you from the bed. You hold your breath and nod as his skinny fingers instantly hook around your panties. You feel the garment slowly slide down your legs, closing them to not reveal to Reigen how wet you are. You watch as he tosses them to the side and looks at you with a confused look.

You’ve grown a little nervous now, biting your lip and looking away from him to not reveal anything. It’s embarrassing that you didn’t think about this until after the man has you stripped down to the tee: you haven’t shaved in a bit. It’s not too bad, but it would be enough to ruin his night if he’s into bare skin only.

“Um, I haven’t… I haven’t shaved in a few-”

“A real man hunts through the jungle.” He deadpans.

“H-huh?”

“You heard me. I take pride in… well, you’ll see. But you won’t see if you’re like this.” Reigen sighs, gesturing to your body and slightly pinching the bridge of his nose before looking back to you. “What I’m trying to say is, it doesn’t matter to me if you have or haven’t.”

On his immediate response and genuine tone, you could tell he was serious. Of course, you still wanted to do this, but still, your thighs rubbed together, causing you to blush even harder. You feel his thumb gently on the plumpness of your calf.

“Relax. Open sesame.” He softly orders, raising an eyebrow. “Will you do that for me, darling?”

You swallow thickly. Now that you think about it, it’s him. The psychic before you sweats a little excessively and has the least business casual socks you’ve ever seen. You trust him, nod back to him, and begin spreading your legs. He smirks in satisfaction, blushing deeply.

“I’ll show you how much that means to me.” He soothed.

He grips both inner thighs and spreads them for a full view, causing you to bite your lip and squirm under his gaze.

“Wow,” Reigen stammers, “you weren’t kidding when you said wet.”

Reigen admires as your cunt glistens in the moonlight. Its illumination makes your juices almost sparkle as it seeps around your lips and down to your ass. “So beautiful.” He thinks out loud.

You feel his hot breath tingle against your heat, causing you to whimper in pure wanton.

“Please, please-” A moan rips through your throat and stops the words in their tracks when you feel Reigen’s hot tongue glide against your inner thigh.

“Relax, I said. I’ll take care of it.” He cooes, wanting to let his mouth do the talking.

His fingers keep a hard grip on the hamstrings of your legs, not letting them close in again. His tongue traces shapes and squiggles around the skin of your inner legs–slowly reaching their way toward your pussy. You start panting in anticipation. What a fucking tease he was. The psychic knew just what to do for you to want him more.

Your hips buck up trying to meet his lips, but to no avail. You groan in frustration, cursing the grip he had on your thighs. Your pussy throbs with the need for him to go further. He gets the hint, however.

“So needy!” He playfully huffs. God, he’s a piece of work.

Your thoughts are cut short as Reigen’s tongue traces one line from the bottom of your slit, to the tip of your clit. An inhumane noise spills off of your tongue and you unconsciously wrap your calves around Reigen to envelop him. He returns to the bottom again, tongue practically gliding in and out of your folds. There was little to no friction due to how wet you’ve gotten. He’s tasting all of you with one motion.

He flattens his tongue out on top of your clit. His right-hand releases the hold on your leg as it traces around your slit. With his fore and middle finger, he squeezes your labia, sandwiching your clit between them. With his now pointed tongue, he explores the bud with urge, keeping steady eye contact with you while doing so. You tremble under him, fisting his hair.

He begins a relentless pace on your sensitive bud. Electricity runs down your spine as you buck your hips into his face further. He already buried his face into your heat, lapping up all of your juices and slowly building up those white, hot coils of pleasure you’ve been craving. With the pace he’s going, you aren’t too far off.

Reigen's dark brown eyes study you during this. He wants to enjoy every reaction, every moan, every pant that you make under his touch. Your responses help him see what certain angles and touches get you undone. With a sweaty forehead, he quickly brushes the hair out of the way as you admire him. He looks so beautiful like this.

You whip your head back in bliss, unapologetically basking in your arousal. Fisting his hair, you use it to guide him in all the right spots faster, quicker. He looks at you, with a darker blush covering your face as moans and whimpers come out of plump, parted lips. He could tell your close too, and strategically laps it up like a madman.

You come undone further when he dips two long fingers inside your folds, curling in and out at a dizzying rhythm. He perfectly reaches the gummy spots inside you and pumps into them with vigor. His tongue increases its pace, creating sloppy sounds on your swollen clit from his spit and your juices. All the stimulation he’s given and the hard eye contact he’s given you this whole time is starting to unravel you. It was becoming enough to climax you right then.

“F-fuck, Reigen!” You start to lose your composure, mewling his name over and over as your grip on his hair trembles and your legs start to spazz. Your hips sporadically jerk all over Reigen’s face as you ride out your orgasm. Your back arches, seeing hundreds of stars in your vision, and shockwaves grip your body. You sing his name one last time like it’s honey on your tongue as your entire body goes limp.

You go completely still, basking in the afterglow from Reigen’s work. You’re guessing that his way of saying that he was rusty earlier was a cop-out. He was way too skilled for his own good. Frankly, if this is his version of being rusty, you are nervous about what he’d be like if he brushed up more on his game.

After a moment, Reigen comes back up and looks at you, finally pulling his fingers out of you.

“Holy crap! You came pretty quickly.” You glance at his face. Different types of juices from your pussy and his mouth have covered his whole face and dripped down his chin. His hand is floating in the air, with fingers covered in some of your creamy, sticky substance.

“No shit. You’re really good at that.” You cooed, sitting up.

“Of course. I take pride in all of my abilities.” He smirks.

He lays his fingers on your bottom lip, inviting you to suck on them. Looking deep into his eyes, you do so graciously. You messily lick it up, tasting the tanginess you’ve made. He seems pretty satisfied with this.

You just now notice the ache in his pants. Under his suit pants, his throbbing dick is almost begging to be let out. He notices you staring right at the tent, causing him to palm it for some release. His face slightly scrunches up, and you realize he needs this as much as you do.

“What do you want to do now, Reigen?” You roll his name on your tongue like butter.

His lips meet yours, causing you to taste yourself once again and focus straight on Reigen when he pulls away.

“I want to see you, I want to see you come,” He says shamelessly staring at your body. His hot breath dances over you.

You pretend to ponder his request, acting like you have to consider if you want to or not. “Hmm. I think we can work something out.” You respond, seeing some relief washing over his body.

With grace, you start undoing his belt for him. You unbuckle it, tossing it over with the other abandoned garments. He finishes the rest, shimmying off the suit pants and boxers, giving you a very generous view of what he was hiding.

You gulped at the girth of his cock. Under the shine of moonlight, you can see the length is average but very thick in girth. The tip was pink with a shaft decorated with several veins. Honestly, it doesn’t match up with the skinny build he has, but you weren’t complaining. Reigen watches as you lick your lips, telling him you like what you’re seeing.

The first impressions of his freed member completely distracted you from those socks again. Now without his pants covering them, you see that his socks are abnormally long. They go halfway up to his calves. You blink in disbelief. Bro what.

“Again, nice socks. You keepin' them on?” You tilt your head in confusion. If he didn’t just finish giving you the best head in ages, you would have really questioned why you brought this man here. You really couldn't take mismatched monkey and banana socks seriously.

“Yup, they bring me good luck. Take this night, for example, that’s what attracted you to moi, correct?” His eyelashes playfully flutter as he flamboyantly gestures to them. He sits down on the bed, adjusting himself to directly face you.

You scoff at him and roll your eyes, trying to take him down a few pegs. “Yeah,” you giggle, “something like that.”

“Hah, that’s what I thought!” He suddenly takes the meat of your hips and pulls you towards him, causing you to gasp.

Your back falls against the bed, as Reigen sits over you.

“So, are you gonna show me what a psychic’s real powers are?” You jokingly purred.

“Only if you want me to, pretty girl.” He sits over you, rubbing the bottom of your cheek.

That’s all you want at this moment. He pulled you in the perfect position for him to sheath himself inside you at any point, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Please do, I need you inside me.” You beg him. Reigen steals your lips then in another steamy kiss, both of your bodies pressed together. His skin is warm against yours, feeling his cock rub right against you.

He pulls away and travels down your body in kisses and bites. He takes a few moments to suck the flesh around your breasts, leaving a few lovebites dancing around on your skin. When he reaches your legs, he takes both and gently places them on his shoulders.

Oh fuck. He was about to destroy you with this position.

He takes his cock, rubbing it up and down against your entrance to coat himself in your juices, earning a delicious whimper from you. He couldn’t help but admire the lewdness on your face. You look so beautiful like this to him. With one last question of consent and you nodding, he lines himself up with your entrance and tenderly pushes it in.

The feeling of him stretching you is so sensual, you start to hiss as you feel him inch by inch. You trembled, feeling your walls stretch farther than they’ve had before, taking a while for you to adjust. Every single inch you take in makes you want him more. You and Reigen both share a sigh of pleasure the deeper he plunges in, a deep blush speckling both of your skins.

“Fuck… hah, that's good. You have… no idea what you’re doing to me right now.” He grunts. His voice felt like a drug to you. He finally sheaths himself in you, feeling dizzy by how you swallowed him up with such warmth. He couldn’t control himself anymore.

“Show me then, Ara-AH!” You gasped as he suddenly pulls out just to hilt himself again, urgently. Seeing how well you’ve taken him, he continues with a raw, languid pace of pumps into your core.

Indescribable pleasure fills your body like electricity as your back arches. You feel stars each time he pulls out just to thrust himself back in again. Still, you haven’t fully adjusted to his girth, turning you into a moaning mess. You try to cover your mouth to stop the unholy noises from coming as your body clamps down around him. To no avail, you can’t even bite down on your lip to stifle them. You look at him, admiring the sweat running down his forehead as he lets out breathy groans and grunts from above. You grab onto his arm, nails digging into his flesh as you shudder from his girth. His face contorts into one of pure pleasure at each pump he dishes out to you, his hips powering the movements with vigor.

Your toes curl at the delicious sensation that you feel each time he fills you up. As pleasure takes over pain, you were desperate to move along with him. Unfortunately, your legs that are wrapped over his shoulders pinned you against him and the mattress, making it hard to move them against his firm shoulders. Your hips slightly roll up, bucking to meet his, resulting in a shock of pain and pleasure reaching you as he hits your g-spot just right.

You instantly dissolve into pleasure, lewdly reciting his name on your tongue like it was the death of you. With each pump, he was carefully unraveling you into a hot mess as you reached closer and closer to your climax

Against your better judgment, you moan his given name more, followed by a symphony of pleasurable hums and moans.

“Ugh, please say that again.” His pleading voice sounds so angelic, you had to oblige.

“Yes… Arataka. Hah…” You breathily moan.

“Again.” He growls, pulling out and pounding in even harder than before. The room radiates with the clapping of his balls against your wet cunt. Its lewd sounds and a new wave of pleasure from Reigen’s girth puts you into a new wave of existence.

“S-shit!” You follow with even more whines of his name. His pleas to keep you talking have you turned into an incoherent, blubbering mess under him. It was fucking hot being ordered around like this. You wouldn’t be able to resist the climax anymore

He picks up to an unrelenting pace, with his hips snapping up and down relentlessly on your already sore cunt. His hands lock onto the edges of your hips, giving him more force to pound into you. You squint your eyes shut and your knuckles turn white, awaiting the right moment to peak your crescendo. You just needed a little bit more.

In between his thrusts, it’s almost as if Reigen read your mind, knowing exactly what you need. In a slight pause, he praises you. “Jesus, you’re beautiful.”

His words push you over the edge. You thrash under his body, the orgasm taking over your entire being. You silently scream in pleasure with the widest mouth you could muster. You clamp around his member as spasms radiate throughout your body. Reigen’s breath hitches, watching the angelic show you’re giving him and almost stopping from how hard your walls have started squeezing around him. It flared a newborn vigor for him, however, as he tries to jackhammer through to his end.

After the first few seconds of the first wave, you whimper numerous profanities and praises on your tongue, barely registering what you are saying. You feel almost drunk off of Reigen’s touch, bucking up for more satisfaction.

Meanwhile, the show you’ve been giving Reigen sure has done well. He calls your name in pleasure, looking down at your flushed face as he also starts to slowly teeter over the brink of cumming. His pace is relentless, trying to chase of own end.

At times like this, you think it’d be good to give some words of encouragement. “Please, cum for me, Arataka.”

His damn explodes, shooting ropes of white hot cum inside of you. Reigen weakly rides it out, giving airy moans with each mindless thrust. Your walls milk every last drop of his seed that he has to offer to you, as his hips violently sheath into you once last time.

His body quakes under you as he also goes limp. He practically falls on top of you, your tits giving him a perfect cushion to rest his head upon. You gracefully accept, however, enveloping his sweaty body and damp hair around your arms.

You both take a moment to catch your breath, amazed with each other and yourselves for what a mixer night has brought. There’s nothing in the air for a while except for the two of you breathily recovering in your afterglow.

You mindlessly run your fingers through his dampened hair, fully satisfied by what this man had to offer to you. He put that work in, which was highlighted by the ripeness of his sweat.

After the silence of the night takes over, and you both have recovered from your climaxes, you look at his face, softly giggling when you see he’s been peeking up at you this whole time.

“Yeah. Not too fucking bad for a night, Mr. Psychic.” You purr to him.

“You said it, alright.” He responds, brushing the remaining strands of hair on your forehead. He pauses, “Y’know, if you ever want more of my services, definitely call whenever you need a, uh- spirit exorcism. I always treat my clients well.”

“I’m sure you do, Reigen.”

[kaus-quietis]

Here we are. Hello, music lovers from all corners of this hellsite! I have returned once again to share 4 new character playlists with you, and once more for other fandoms than BSD: Vergil and Dante (Devil May Cry 5), W.D. Gaster (Undertale), and Higgs Monaghan (Death Stranding). Serving your usual story-driven strategic order (shuffle is not recommended) and genre rollercoaster, dive in and enjoy the music~

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♫ My previous character playlists can be found in these posts: Part 1 (BSD Fyodor, Dazai, Nikolai and Sigma), Part 2 (BSD Decay of the Angel group, Akutagawa, Chuuya and Ango), Part 3 (Undertale's Sans, Mystic Messenger's 707, and Mob Psycho 100's Reigen Arataka).

[funlovinzara]

“Clingy..” Reigen Arataka x Shy! Black! Reader

Intro: You and Reigen have been together for a short time now, but you both have shown so much love and attraction towards another. However, slowly…you can feel his work getting the best of him.

Warnings: A bit of angst, arguing? Fluff ending

“I got a thing for you, and i cant let go…”

Reigen was absolutely mesmerized, from head to toe Reigen thought you were most beautiful person He’s ever met. Reigen introduced you to his tiny workforce that consisted of just Mob, Serizawa, and Dimple. You’ve grown fond of the small group and the tasks you would all go on together, Reigen himself would catch himself slacking on work just to simply look at you. On some occasions Dimple would have to snap him back to earth from day dreaming. You would usually visit Reigen after (insert job or college classes), and he would be welcoming and warm. Not even you could feel anything being off about him, but someone could.

Mob as been monitoring for awhile, he likes seeing Reigen happy. Seeing others enjoying themselves pleases Mob, because he knows he’s safe. Recently however Mob has noticed Reigen growing very slight eye bags and not communicating as often as he normally would, and he can see it reflect onto you.

Today was a new day, you come into the office taking a break from stress. “Oh hey y/n! H..how are you?” Serizawa was the first to look up at the door to see you walk in. You and Serizawa were very close, both of you were pretty timid most of the time and he can explain himself more better around you. You radiate a warm energy that Serizawa can feel himself in and it’s pleasing to everyone in the office. “Hi Serizawa, im okay.” He smiles back at you, everyone in the office knows your short answers are just normal. “Hi mob!” You walk past Mob and pet his head “Hi y/n!” He smiles with a small blush.

You and Mob were also close, Mob could talk to you about school and he can get help from certain subjects that you understood more than him. He sees you more as a big sister he’s never had, he can play video games with you and chat with you easily without feeling flustered or stammering every few seconds. You reach to Reigens desk, looking up and waving at Dimple, he waves back. Reigen looks up from his computer clearly tired, usually you being around would calm him and he would get more relaxed but he’s just pure tense this time. “Hi reigen..!” You say, almost as a whisper. You didn’t ever speak too loudly unless your around friends your comfortable with. He didn’t say anything back.

You decided not to bother and sat next to him seeing what he was doing on his computer, appears to be another psychic offer job. You pay no mind and rest your head on his shoulder “Y/n…im a little busy today. I don’t have time.” Mob, on the side of the room by Serizawa, listens. His ears perk up. You respond to Reigen “Don’t have time? For what?” Reigen clearly didn’t want to start anything so he said back “T..time for…you and your busy life.” Busy life? He just had no care for what you did at all today? Well i guess you could understand.

“But..Reigen i just think you should take a break as-well. You look very tired and i wanted to ask if you wanted to go out-.”

Reigen abruptly cuts you off

“Y/n.”

You freeze.

“Get off me.”

What?

“I said get off me.”

You get off looking at him more confused than before, “Reigen whats going on-.”

“Y/N! Please i cant hear your voice today. I have a throbbing headache. For once, just stop being so clingy.”

You pause. He thinks you’re clingy? Dimple steps in to stop this. “Reigen theres no reason to be so pushy…” He gravitates towards his ear and continues whispering “…your fumbling really badly here..” Reigen shooed dimple away. You stood up grabbing your things and making your way to the door, if he didn’t want to talk then so be it. Reigen isn’t a necessity in your life anyway. You exit the office room and walk down the hall before you hear the door open again. “Y/n!” Mob speed walks towards you.

“Im sorry, i should have said something. Master Reigen had a bad day and he didn’t-.” You leaned in giving Mob a hug. “It’s okay, I’ll be back later..” you don’t think you are.

Later that night you receive a message, from Reigen

Reigen: Im sorry.

-Left on seen-

Reigen: Please y/n i had a really rough day, i would never mean to call you clingy love.

-Left on seen-

Reigen: y/n..

You had to give in, he was your gosh darn boyfriend afterall

Y/N: i forgive you..

Reigen: Really? Im going to make this up to you i promise, do you think you can take another day off for me? Im sorry you had to waste your time today.

Y/n: I can try

Reigen: Thank you so much sweetheart, i love you

Y/n: I love you too!

Reigen: 🫶🏻

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Reigens Pov ‘Earlier that day’

“I understand i made a mistake alright?!” Reigen bites at Mob, sounding more pissed than before. “Yes but master Reigen, y/n loves you more than anyone! I care about y/n as-well and i don’t think you should treat her that way, even if you’ve had a bad day.” Serizawa and Dimple step in to cover Mob because they don’t need him getting mad as-well on the job. “M..mob is right Reigen. I…i think you should apologize.” Dimple nods, agreeing with him. “Reigen do you understand how much people value her here? Another man greater than you could easily swoop her off her feet and take her away from you” Dimple scolds Reigen.

Reigen calms himself slowly agreeing with everyone. “I’ll text her and apologize.”

“I think you should go further.” Dimple adds

“I mean clearly apologizing isn’t enough, take her out somewhere or something to make up for it.” Reigen looks up at dimple. “You just want the food don’t you.” Dimple shrugs and floats away. Reigen picks up his phone and pounds your number, he didn’t know how he was going to do this

Reigen: Im sorry.

My daysss yalll my fingers are hurttinnn. I love Reigen so much tho hes so silly😭🙏

[luxiguess]

Skibidi toilet x reader x reigen x sans part one !!THIS IS A JOKE!!

It was a bright sunny day. The sun was shining, and the sun was beaming off my face. I was walking into my favorite coffee shop to be met with the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. It was a man with a rounder figure that resembled a toilet and an abnormally long neck, like I have never seen before. I greet the man with a soft smile, “Haven't seen you here before.” the man said in a mysterious tone. “H-Hi...” My slender body started to shake along with my voice. “And what's your name young lady” “Y/N. And what's yours?” I said while my voice was still shaking “The names Skibidi toilet but most people call me Skibidi”. “Hello Skibidi-kun!” I got my coffee and then we talked for what seemed like hours. He was just so easy to talk to...

“Oh I should probably get going... it's getting late” Y/N said. “Why don’t you come over to my place Y/N-chan?” Skibidi said smugly. “Well....” I ponder for a moment. “Sure! Why not!” Then Skibidi takes me to his apartment where I’m met with 2 other weird looking guys. They both started running towards us when Skibidi opened the door.

One had a short, stubby figure and was very pale. His head looked like it was rock hard. While the other looked much more refined and wore a tuxedo with a purple tie. “SKIBIDI WHERE WERE YOU!! YOU DIDN’T SAY A WORD WHEN YOU LEFT!!” One exclaimed. “AND WHOS THIS GUY YOU HAVE WITH YOU!!” “it's just y/n!! They just wanted to stay here for a bit... You don’t mind that do you...” “N-not at all Mr. Skibidi..” they both said in unison. Skibidi was so nice and calm when talking to the others.

“Hello M'lady... I heard your name is Y/n” the short one said to me while leaning against the wall. “You can call me sans. I'm Skibidi’s roommate. And this is my friend.... Reigen Arataka. But we all call him Reigen.” “H-Hi Sans and Reigen....” They all looked too cool and nice I don't know why they would ever want to talk to a little guy like me out of all people... “So, what do you want to do now Y/N-Chan?” I looked deep into Skibidi’s big eyes. “Whatever you want Skibidi.” “I made dinner already. Its salted parmesan!!” Reigen exclaimed. “That sounds scrumptious!!” sans says while running to the kitchen.

We all ate the salted parmesan. It wasn’t all that bad but there was definitely wayyy to much salt. After a while Skibidi and I go outside to gaze at the stars. “It's so pretty out here!! Is it always like this?” “Yeah... pretty much.” Skibidi said unenthusiastically. “Why do you sound so down?” I ask. “it's just... Sometimes I get so sick of living out in the city. There's just so much noise and so many people. I want to be able to settle down in a nice small town away from these weirdos.” “I HEARD THAT” The two guys exclaim from afar and Skibidi chuckles.

“Well, I think it's beautiful out here!! As someone who grew up in a small town, I think they are no fun. Everyone there is the same. Basic and normal. All the girls in my school were Taylor swift fans and would all ride horses... But I’m not like that!!” I say enthusiastically. “I guess you really are different...” Skibidi says while looking out into the distance. I give Skibidi a kiss on his big voluminous cheek and go back to looking at the stars.

After a while we both go back inside to be met with two very unhappy faces. “What where you guys doing out there!!!” Reigen exclaims. “I bet you guys were doing something dirty weren’t you!!” “N-NO!! We weren’t doing anything like that!!” I start to turn even more red. “As much as I wish that was the case it wasn’t.” Skibidi told them smugly. I staired at my feet and played with my thumbs as my face turns bright tomato red. “That wasn’t very alpha of you Skibidi.” Sans looks off in shame.

“weelll we better get going... Right y/n?” Skibidi says as he grabs my arm and drags me towards his room. “W-what are you doing skibidi!!!! I didn’t say I wanted anything like that!!” “LET GO OF THEM!!” Reigen exclaims while tugging on Skibidis long neck. “HEY, DON’T TOUCH ME THERE!!” “I have to since your harassing poor y/n!!! It's the only way I can stop you. What do you plan on doing with them anyway.” “Nothing weird I promise!! Why would you even think I would do such things.” “Well, you do have a history of doing things like that with younger girls.” Sans says to Skibidi. “WHAT!!! WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT!!” “I didn’t hear it. I saw it with my own eyes Skibidi. You need to give it up.” Sans looks deep into Skibidi’s eyes. “Change your ways.” Skibidi lets go of Y/N and locks himself in his room.

“Ugh. He always does this when we try to confront him.” Reigen scoffs. “Well, what do you want to do now Y/N?”  They both look directly at me, and I start to get nervous. “W-well I don’t really know what else to do and I don’t want to go home...”   “You can stay here with us for the night!!” Reigen exclaims. “I promise we won't do anything weird unlike someone we know...” Sans then turns slightly to look deep into Reigens blue orbs. It looked like there was something going on between them, but I couldn’t put a finger on it.

Reigen then takes off his jacket to reveal a t-shirt that says, “I love men!!” in bold text. I look at Reigen in utter disbelief. “OOPS!! I forgot I had this on haha..” Then Reigen puts his jacket back on. Sans just looks away in embarrassment. The room goes silent for a while until Sans finally says something, “Soo... How about we play truth or dare or something.... anything... maybe....” We both nod and sit in a circle.

“I will go first!” Sans exclaims. “Reigen truth or dare?” Reigen looks at sans for a second and says, “Dare” “I dare you to passionately make out with me.” We both look at sans in disbelief. Reigen is as red as a tomato while I just look at them. “And what if I decline?” Reigen asks. “Not allowed!” Sans looks at Reigen cheerfully. They both just look at each other before Sans lean in closer towards him and they start to passionately make out while I look at them in disbelief. I just sit there doing nothing while I wait to continue the game. Then we continued the game. “Heh... sorry about that!!” Sans says smugly. Reigen just stares out into the distance while I just sit there and wait. “Guys I have something to tell you...” I say. “I’m homophobic. I’m sorry...”  

I don't know if I'm going to continue this

[l0velynalani]

CAN YOU DO A REIGEN X READER WHERE READER IS A FANGIRL OF REIGEN'S WORK? IVE BEEN READING UR WORK FOR A LONG TIME AND I LOVE EVERYTHING U WRITE !!!

"UNEXPECTED FEELINGS!?"

You’ve always admired Reigen Arataka, the "self-proclaimed" psychic, from afar. His confidence, charm, and ability to deal with any supernatural situation never failed to leave you starstruck. It didn’t matter if people said he was a fraud (He is...)But to you, he was brilliant.

Today, you had the rare chance to finally meet him. You nervously held your phone, checking and rechecking the location of Spirits and Such Consultation Office. After a deep breath, you gathered the courage to push open the door.

A chime sounded as you entered, and there he was — Reigen Arataka himself, sitting casually behind his desk, flipping through paperwork like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Oh, a new client?” Reigen’s voice was smooth and charismatic. His eyes locked onto yours, and your heart nearly stopped. He gave you a welcoming smile, the kind that would make anyone feel at ease.

“Uh, yeah,” you stammered, trying to keep your cool. “I’ve…heard a lot about you, Reigen Arataka.”

Reigen stood up, approaching with that signature confident stride. “Well, I wouldn’t be surprised! People come from all over to seek my services,” he said with a wink. “What kind of spirit problem are we dealing with?”

You blinked, suddenly realizing you hadn’t prepared any fake ghost story to tell. “Oh, um… I don’t actually have a ghost problem. I’m here because I, uh, admire your work.”

Reigen paused, eyebrows raised. “Admire my work, huh? You mean, like a fan?”

Your cheeks heated up, and you nodded. “Yeah… I’ve been following your cases for a while. I think you’re incredible.”

For a second, he looked caught off guard, then quickly regained his composure. “Well, well, I guess my fame has finally caught up to me,” he joked. “But I appreciate the admiration. It’s not every day I get to meet a fan.”

You smiled sheepishly, feeling both excited and embarrassed. “Yeah, you’re really amazing. The way you handle spirits and help people—it’s just inspiring.”

Reigen chuckled. “Inspiring, huh? I’ve heard a lot of things, but that’s a new one. You’ve got good taste, Y/N.”

He leaned casually against the desk, closer than you expected, and you could feel your heartbeat quicken. The office felt smaller all of a sudden, and you realized you were standing just a little too close to him. Before you could back away, Reigen's expression shifted, softening as his playful tone faded.

“You know,” he said quietly, “most people don’t see this side of me. They see the psychic, the con man, maybe even a hero—but not many take the time to appreciate the person behind it all.”

You blinked. Was he being serious right now? “I see you,” you said, almost in a whisper. “I think you're a lot more than just the show you put on.”

For once, Reigen seemed genuinely caught off guard. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world outside that little office disappeared. It was just the two of you, standing close, with unspoken words hanging between you.

Then, in a move that surprised you both, Reigen reached out and gently took your hand. “Y/N… I’m not usually the one who says this kind of thing, but… maybe I’ve been too busy putting on a show to notice what’s right in front of me.”

You couldn’t believe what was happening. “Are you… saying what I think you’re saying?”

Reigen gave a soft laugh, his usual bravado fading into something more sincere. “I guess I am. What do you say, Y/N? Maybe we could figure this whole thing out together.”

Your heart leaped in your chest as you smiled back at him. “I’d like that.”

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I know this feels rushed i just saw this request and I felt bad cause this was long overdue....

P.S: I wrote this on the toliet