#reigen arataka x y/n

[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.

[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.”

[arabaka]

YEAH YEAH YEAH REIGEN SMOKING BAD YEAH YEAH YEAH but.

₊˚ʚ ☁️ ₊˚ ♡ ﾟ. content warnings ⤸ nsfw. reigen arataka x afab! reader. smoking (I don't smoke so don't make fun of me too bad if I got things wrong TT~TT). oral sex (reigen receiving). takes place before reigen meets mob.

Reigen walking up the steps to his apartment with a little more weight than usual.

Maybe this business thing won't pan out after all. Three clients the whole day. Man, my shoulder hurts. I need to smoke.

"I'm homeee." He calls out, though he's unsure if you're there right away because all the lights are off.

"Hereee." You reply with the same lackluster drawl, sprawled on the bed in your underwear and one of Reigen's old shirts. It was your day off and this is exactly how you spent it: lazing around.

It was a great day.

His... Was not. You hear it by the way the couch creaks under his weight as his body crumples to a seat.

"Hey..." You crawl off the bed, standing between his legs while he works on his suit jacket. Cupping his face in your hands, you bring his gaze to yours before asking, "Bad day?"

Nod.

"Want me to make it better?"

Nod.

He hates smoking inside.

Why doesn't he go outside, you ask?

Well...

The end of the cigarette crackles as Reigen draws in a breath and you hear the inevitable tap, tap, tap of the ashes shortly after. He's feeling better, the buzz of nicotine coaxing his brain to a relaxed state.

But what's really relieving his stress is the work you're putting in as you sit on the floor, in-between his legs.

His white shirt is crumpled above his belly button, exposing his happy trail. His belt unbuckled and pants unzipped, you have his cock in your fist and you're rolling your wrist at a lazy pace, but that's what he likes when he's had a long day.

The room is still and quiet; all that exists is you, him, and the smokey haze that drifts out of the room like his negative energy. His eyes, half-lidded, stop staring at the ceiling, instead focusing on you. How he can’t believe he gets to come home to you. How he’s lucky you’ve stuck around. How good you’re making him feel right now. His free hand rests on the top of your head, his hips softly bucking towards your mouth as a silent indicator: Faster.

You listen and listen well. The room is no longer surrounded by silence. You’ve started slurping around his cock, running your mouth up and down the slender shaft. Your head bobs, alternating just how much of his length you take. Sometimes you suck the tip and that really gets him groaning.

Another drag of the cigarette and the second-hand smoke assaults your senses. You close your eyes, starting to swirl your tongue around Reigen’s cock. It’s easy to lose yourself in sucking Reigen off. It feels just as good for you as it does for him.

“Just a little more… Just a little more…” He moans under his breath. You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or himself but it’s hot either way; you start to rub your clit, the bundle of nerves pulsing even harder when his cock throbs in your mouth.

You’re too good for him. He thinks to himself after another puff. “I love you.” Reigen murmurs, watching in adoration as you get him off, working hard because you know he’s had a bad day.

“G-God…” Reigen grunts, head falling back on the couch as his hand leaves you to cover his face. You have him thrusting into your mouth now and you know he’s chasing a high all the cigarettes in the world couldn’t give him.

The cigarette is long put out by the time his body is on top of yours, the residual smoke still lingering in the air as he slots his cock in front of your pussy. Reigen doesn’t last long but you don’t mind. You rub yourself on his leg after he’s finished, sucking on his neck as he glides his fingers along your back.

Reigen’s fingers twitch. He kind of wants to smoke again.

But he wants to make you cum more.

[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

[missfrustration]

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

Rating: explicit 18+, minors do not interact!

A/n: This is part 2 of my "messin' with a psychic" series. I posted this on ao3 one year ago, I just wanted to crosspost here! enjoy.

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

word count: 8.7k (too long)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Master, do you know this person?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Disciple.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sanctuary?

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

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

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

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

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

“Spirits can… breathe?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you… forget I gave you towels?” 

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

“Noted.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Say no more. I have just the thing.”

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

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

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

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

“Heh, feels nice, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that what it is?”

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

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

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

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

“Well, I do have a desk job.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just need him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I cannot believe you… you know what?”

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What, your work mode?”

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

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

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

“Um, you’ve been touching me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh? Did you not hear me?” He says.

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

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

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

“Already, what? Hmmm?” 

“I need you, Reigen.” 

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

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

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

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

“Y’know, you’re pretty relentless.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that, psychic?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How’s the view, princess?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then again, and again, and again. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I?” Reigen whispers in your ear.

”Yes. Please, Reigen.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That feels so good. Fuck!”

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

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

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

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

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

“I will, please. Mm, please.”

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

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

“Hold on.” 

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

“I want to see your face… please.”

“That makes two of us.” Reigen replies.

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

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

“Shit, Reigen.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you call his name once more. 

Arataka…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slap!

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

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

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

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

“Reigen, I’m-I’m gonna-”

“Yeah, haaah. Me too.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“With pleasure, pretty girl.”

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

[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: 🫶🏻

_________________________

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😭🙏

[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).

[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