#the agency office

[gameo-archive]

Another direct link :)

always having thoughts abt the Agency and this George cameo dropped by @etheriiart over on twitter where he answers "what did you think the early days of the detective agency were like and how did they end up in that office space? Do they have to pay rent using their disguises?" and wow am I having a time with the answers:

He wonders if the office space is on top of an old, traditional, London building.

Charles and Edwin finding this abandoned, bare room.

He likes the idea of them stumbling across something that looks like the attic in St. Hilarion's and then reclaiming it but turning it into an office space.

Decorating it with their trinkets, toys, magical objects, and board games.

The caseboard would've appeared when they realised it was more than just a hobby and something they were rather good at.

He thinks Charles is quite good at DIY [tho he doesn't want to comment on Jayden's behalf].

The space is kind of undiscovered, a hidden room inaccessible by humans.

Or, if it is, they'd suggest it was haunted [but he thinks it's impossible to access].

[carebeardean]

Charles whose dad smashed his cassette tape with a hammer learns to navigate the backpack cause, like, he needs to be useful, yeah?

and this way Charles has everything Edwin needs, and if Edwin gets sick of him he’ll just.. he doesn’t know what he’ll do.

but then Edwin gets the record player.

he suggests, tentatively, that Charles might play some of his “queen” if he liked. after all, if they are to haunt potential realtors away from their new office, they may as well entertain themselves.

so they take turns, switching out; edwin likes opera. he shows Charles how to waltz, chiding Charles to stop looking at his feet til they’re gliding, whirling around like they’re in the movies. Edwin’s smile is small and pleased and lovely. (Charles attempt to get Edwin to headbang along to queen results in a sort of awkward rhythmic nodding. Charles loves him so much he could die again.)

And, like. Edwin doesn’t like clutter. he doesn’t bother with the random tidbits ghosts give them for solving cases.

until now, apparently.

now he comes back from trading at the goblin market with little useless things—a cursed rubix cube, records from bands Charles mentioned years ago.

Charles is so busy trying to subtly read his book on Edwardian courting rituals (disguised by Nikos discreet manga covers) that he doesn’t realize what Edwin’s set down in front of him. he stares at Edwin’s spiky handwriting, the tidy numbered list.

“I thought, perhaps, that we might—start a new tradition.”

Charles blinks, eyes stinging. “Mate, did you.. make me a mixtape?”

“Crystal assisted me, and while she was absolutely insuffer—“ Edwin staggers, catching him with a surprised little noise.

“I love you so much,” Charles says, muffled into his throat. “You’re my favorite person. I love you so much it hurts, sometimes.”

“Yes,” Edwin says softly, hands curling around his waist. He takes Charles weight like it’s nothing. “I believe I know the feeling.”

this is a longer fic on ao3 now!

[cptnwynnie]

Pop quiz! What do you do when you come home and find a kid in your office who is actually an alternate version of your best friend from another universe who has somehow ended up here via vague hand-wavey undefined circumstances?

[koszmarnybudyn]

Just a lazy aftenoon

[gameo-archive]

Do you think Edwin knows fencing/would you like to portray him fencing?

Do you have a favourite part from the comics?

How do you imagine Charles and Edwin's first days at the agency, dynamics-wise? How did they become what they are today?

You said in the past that if you could choose another Endless to meet it would be Desire. What do you think their meeting would be like?

MY CAMEOS HAS ARRIVED PEOPLE.

I have sent a few, this man is INSANE I have sent the last one only about an hour and a half ago max and I already got that somehow??? After I just got the others???

Anyway this is the first one!

I'm actually writing a fic about Edwin and Charles fencing for fun at the office I loved to hear about the helmets so much!!!

I'm going to use some of the words he said in my fic, other are welcome too! Edwin is such a posh/ affectionate fencing fits him so well.

I want Desire and Edwin to meet so badly (Desire would so LOVE to torture them (I love my little blorbo so much he's adorable that's why I want him to suffer💗)). I like the fics where Desire helps the boys to figure things out but also speaking about canon Desire, they are a menace, a meeting with them would be so angsty. They are gods they don't really care for mortals, they would love to cause drama and angst. They would love to torture this repressed (although he is a bit more comfortable now he's still more of a stiff person in general) sad boy that has so much yearning and so much drama potential between him and his best friend.

Yucky already said he wants to bring them in season 2 I'm sooo waiting for this drama I just know it's going to be good.

Anyway, posting my other cameo requests soon!

[dietcokegirly12]

“How Much Did You Eat?”

featuring ranpo edogawa "૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა

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art credit: @hanotanoha

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tags: aphrodisiacs, horny!ranpo, unprotected sex, slight handjob, teasing, masturbation

word count: 1.6k

KINKTOBER OCT. 17 (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

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Ranpo loved snacks, chocolates especially. Everybody in the Detective Agency knew this, you especially, since you'd always had kind of a crush on him.

So nobody questioned anything when he walked in from his lunch break with arms full of various candies, boxes and bags alike.

You also knew better than to ask for any, since he never shared so everyone just left him alone, to nurse his sweet tooth by himself.

It was only when you were passing by his desk to deliver some paperwork to Fukuzawa that you noticed something off.

He was currently indulging in a heart-shaped box of chocolates which was weird, because it was September, not even remotely close to Valentine's Day.

You paused, tilting your head. "Ranpo, what are you eating?"

He turns to you, eyes closed and still chewing, his cheeks full like a squirrel. "Mm.. chofclate."

At first sight, you think maybe it's very expired chocolate from last year, so you quickly take the box from him, eliciting a soft protest.

Turning it over, you squint at the label and it's just then that you notice in small, printed letters the words, Gourmet Sex Chocolate with Herbal Aphrodisiacs.

Ranpo peers over your shoulder. "Huh?"

You whirl around, eyes wide as he stares back at you, unfazed as he continues chewing.

"Ranpo!" You hiss. "Did you read the label before you bought these?"

He looks at you quizzically. "No, why?"

You steer him away from the office, lowering your voice as you say, "Ranpo these are sex chocolates."

You wait for his reaction, expecting him to dramatically spit it out, or gasp, or something, but he simply shrugs, reaching for another. You quickly snatch it out of his hand, throwing the box in the trash.

"Hey!" he complains.

"Did you hear what I just said?"

He laughs. "It's funny how worked up you are over this. You realize those are myths, and a placebo effect at best. They don't actually..."

"How many did you eat?" You interrupt, beginning to get worried.

Distractedly, he reaches for a different box of chocolates. "Huh?"

Snatching it out of his hands, you look down at this one to see a similar packaging. "Ranpo! What kind of candy store did you go to?!"

He lifts one shoulder, unconcerned. "I wanted to try something new, and they had a section in the back I've never seen before with all these expensive chocolates. I thought they were exotic or something."

In a panic, you try to come up with solutions to solve the problem at hand, shaking your head in concern. “Oh no. No. It’s too late. You've already eaten who knows how many."

You turn, wracking your head as you try to figure out what to do. “God! I hope you can’t overdose on those, or you’re going to be in trouble. Ranpo, you have to go home right now, and wait for it to leave your system. I’ll tell Fukuzawa you left early because you felt sick, and have Kunikida clock you out of the system..”

Breaking off when you get no response, sensing something off since Ranpo is never silent, you turn back. “Ranpo?”

He’s looking back at you, cheeks flushed and lips parted. His emerald green eyes are half-lidded and he’s breathing heavily. Looking down, you see he’s sporting an impressive erection, the thick outline of his cock straining against his brown pants.

You lift your gaze, cheeks flushed pink. “Fuck! They work fast! Sorry! I'll leave!"

Quickly, you slam the door behind you, leaning against it heavily as you catch your breath, trying to ignore the arousal pooling between your thighs. This was wrong. He was in a compromising situation, you couldn't take advantage of him when he was like this.

You take a deep breath. You needed to go back to work. You had things to do. And Ranpo... well he could deal with it himself.

After a few moments' hesitation, you get up and walk calmly back to your desk, smoothing your skirt down.

The next half an hour or so passes by, uneventful as you focus. Or, at least, try to. You keep finding your mind wandering to what you think Ranpo might be doing in his office right now. Jerking off, probably.

The thought makes you squirm, but you try to pull yourself together and start working on the graphs for the latest mission at the Agency before Kunikida comes and yells at you.

Suddenly, the door to Ranpo’s office creaks open, and you hear his voice, breathy and slightly ragged. “Can you c’mere?”

You look around, unsure if he’s talking to you but notice you’re the only one in the office at the moment. Everyone’s probably out, running errands.

“Ranpo? Are you..”

“Just come here.” His voice is impatient, but there’s no doubting the unmistakable needy, desperate whine in his tone.

Hesitantly, you walk over, and push the cracked door open.

Nothing can prepare you for the sight you see inside, however.

Ranpo, head lolling back and hair mussed up, his normally closed eyes half-open, and his hand wrapped around his cock, pumping furiously.

You stay completely still, taking in the sight laid out before you. His cock was pretty and long, but most impressive was its girth. He was thick, his shaft pointed like a Cupid’s arrow at the top and sticking up into the air, flushed a pale pink with veins decorating it all the way down.

You don’t move, or make a sound, and impatiently he groans. “Are you just going to stand there?”

You swallow. “You want me to help you?”

“Fuck! Yes, I-I can’t.. it’s n-not working like this, just.. come here.”

You do, shyly, your hands twisting behind your back.

His head tilts back further, his eyebrows furrowing. “Touch me.”

Hesitantly, you come closer, reaching one hand out to take his heavy cock into your hand. It feels like velvet, and pearly precum beads out of the slit.

He shudders as you do, hips desperately thrusting up further.

Instinctively, you slowly pump him, your hand sliding up and down, and his needy whimpers and whines leaving his throat only serve to make your arousal grow.

You break off in a gasp as he suddenly sits up, smashing his lips to yours.

“Ranpo… are you..?” you gasp, as his face nuzzles into your neck, pressing himself to you as he rubs his erection on you, humping into you sloppily.

He breaks away only for a second to ask, “s’ this okay?” and as you give a shocked, affirmative nod, practically shoves you backward into his desk, pinning you down and grinding himself against you as he places messy, open-mouthed kisses everywhere he can reach.

You instantly squirm, bucking upward to pant and let out soft cries of his name, as your hands find their way to his soft, brown hair, tugging him forward closer.

He’s trying to mold himself to your body as he pushes your legs apart with his knee and quickly nestles himself in between, his hard cock pressing right against your entrance, covered only by the thin layer of panties you're wearing beneath your skirt.

In one harsh tugging motion, Ranpo rips them off, and is back on you in a second. "M' so fucking horny. Could cum just from this." He desperately grinds against your drenched cunt, his cock leaking precum and making a mess all over you, as you squirm, arching under him.

At this point, he's so desperately impatient for you, he can't hold out any longer. With messy, uncalculated movements, he lines himself up against your entrance and sloppily thrusts all the way in, wedging himself deep inside you.

You gasp, trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion as your legs automatically close around him, trapping him.

“Fuck baby.. open your legs. I need..” he pants softly over you, his dick twitching faintly.

You can’t help but want to tease him in this state, keeping them locked firmly around him. “Or… what?”

“Fuck!” He cries out, trying to move. “Please I.. oh fuck don’t clench like that.”

You can’t help it as your pussy convulses and flutters around him at his whiny words, trying to suck him in further.

“Pleaseeee!” His dick throbs inside you, and finally you relent, parting your legs slightly, and he wastes no time, nudging them fully open and holding down your thighs with his hands to expose your dripping cunt stuffed full of his cock, and keep you still.

He begins a relentless pace, thrusting into you so hard the desk is rattling, his dick plunging in and out, filling the room with lewd, squelching sounds.

“R-ranpo..” you gasp, clutching onto him tightly as his eyes shut, adjusting himself to a new angle to hit your sweet spot every time, forcing himself deeper into your tight, warm walls. “S-slow down..”

He grunts. “C-can’t.. fucking aphrodisiacs. Never thought.. ah..”

You can feel your stomach tightening, so close you can practically taste it, and your hands come to grip in his mussed-up hair with a moan, cunt clenching desperately around his veiny girth.

“Fuck.. baby you’re.. mm close?”

Before you can even say anything, you feel your clit twitching as the coil in your tummy snaps, warmth drenching his cock as you tighten and spasm around him, your hips twitching up.

He groans, feeling the warmth of your arousal washing over him as he follows suit close behind, spurting thick, warm ropes of cum into you.

For a moment, you just lay there, still trying to process all the events that had just transpired, and the stickiness between your thighs.

Just as you’re about to get up from his desk, you feel the warmth of his hand pushing you back down.

“Ah ah. The aphrodisiacs haven’t worn off yet.”

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[gemsouffle]

Headcannon that the ADA relentlessly abuses junichiro's ability by playing the floor is lava

[demelzathemer]

I think Edwin enjoys classical music concerts. Charles not so much (he thinks they're too long and boring, but what does a ghost have if not time?) but he enjoyes seeing Edwin happy and content.

They would find empty seats on a cozy corner of the concert hall, where they could sit close together. It wouldn't take long before Charles would rest his head on Edwin's shoulder and close his eyes, staying like that for the entirety of the concert. Basically getting free pass for cuddling because he sure loves Edwin's personal space.

One time Edwin takes him to see a philharmonic orchestra performing music from the Star Wars movies as a surprise. (You can't tell me Charles didn't sneak into the movies as a kid to see the original trilogy) Charles was too excited to nap that time and it was Edwin's turn to watch him being happy.

They have a gramophone in the office and loads of records from the decades, as well as a cassette player, a radio and some CDs. Over the years they have managed to hunt down all of Charles' favorite tapes from his original collection. (Crystal has tried to introduce them to the idea of Spotify, but the boys love their physical pieces.)

Just one of their hobbies apart from board games, detective movies, books and sports!

[gameo-archive]

Do you have a backstory for the agendy's office?

Who do the boys rent it from?

How do they pay, if at all? Perhaps that building is just declared haunted.

Where in London is the office situated? From what one can see of the neighbourhood it doesn't exactly look like the posh areas, like Kensington, Chelsea or Belgravia.

My second Cameo from George. I asked about the boys’ office. I love how he describes it as a safe haven for the boys that in a way resembles the attic at St. Hilarion’s where they first met. I also totally agree with where he would place it in London: centrally, in a side street off Oxford Street or something similar is where I would have put it as well (and actually kinda did in my fic Eight Seconds).

Link to video

[periwinkla]

I implore you to imagine their anime voices here. /out of context wip from the narumitsu comic 💙❤️ PS. I'm going to post the wips on ko-fi first, as I don't need to care about the time to post stuff, so if you want to see them as soon as they're posted... -> here

[ttrpgcafe]

I've had a fascination recently with what I'm affectionately calling "office-horror", things like the Laundry Files, Triangle Agency, The Bureau for Liminal Horror, and, many years ago, the podcast SAYER. I don't know why this particular genre of horror calls to me, but I wonder if it isn't related to me wanting a job in civil service, which almost certainly entails working in an office. Like, I don't know what to expect, and that's manifesting as an anxiety about the work that has me fascinated with this genre of horror, I think. Idk, I'm mostly just rambling, but I thought I might see if there's a more concrete answer from the wider world for why people like this kind of horror.

[maglorthecrab]

the wright anything agency go fishing!

[gameo-archive]

Birthday wishes plus:

What does Edwin love the most about Charles?

What do you love the most about Edwin and Charles' dynamic?

Any interesting items in the office that no one has noticed yet?

(GEORGE REXTREW REMEMBERED MY NAME WHAT??)

I love his answers of my questions. I love this characters so much I love everything about it.

Can the people of Tumblr try to use their obsessive internet skills and find the film he was talking about it was taken from?👀

(Aaaaaaaaa he wished me a happy birthday! I'm literally mind blown by the fact he remembered my name, I have sent this a couple of days apart he probably gets so many requests I'm in shock people- George Rextrew remembered me- (jesus hold your autism together Skylie). I have literally sent it just today after I got my first cameo and got it an hour later when I was just preparing to post my first cameo on tumblr. This man is a fucking demon wtf).

I have put the last cameo I got on queue because I didn't want to post it all at once so it will also be posted soon! The one before that if you are curious.

[cas110520]

The brain rot is brain rotting. I made the Dead Boy Detectives (Edwin, Charles, Crystal, and Niko) and their office and the Cat Kings warehouse all in the sims 4 - I am going to make the Cat King next of course

[agencyboys]

thinking about George listing "girls" as one of Edwin's dislikes...(I believe his friendship with Niko starts to change this) one day Crystal would go off about how misogynistic gay men can be (probably bc of twitter or something). Edwin freaks out because like...he's okay with being a bitch, but he doesn't want to be outright nasty you know? so one day, he frantically asks Charles how to be respectful to women

[beautification-tales]

The Typewriter

A caption Tale

Barry exited the elevator and walked to his office suite. It was his first day as a vice president of the company. He smiled as he couldn’t wait to enjoy his new office. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the hallway, and he knew his day was off to a good start. As he approached his office door, he heard a faint sound of typing. "Ah, the new secretary," he thought. He had requested someone efficient and detail-oriented, but the HR manager had warned him she was a bit...different.

He pushed the door open to reveal a young woman with thick-rimmed glasses and her hair in a tight bun, typing away at a typewriter that looked like it belonged in a museum. She didn't look up, so engrossed in her work. The office was organized in a way that seemed almost alien to Barry. Everything was in its place, not a paperclip out of line. He cleared his throat to announce his presence. She stopped typing, swiveled her chair around, and looked up. "Good morning, Mr. Grant," she said with a smile. "I'm your new secretary, Penelope."

Her voice was soft, with a hint of an accent he couldn't quite place. She rose to her feet, extending a hand. Barry took it firmly. "Call me Barry," he said. "Pleasure to meet you, Penelope." He noticed the way she blushed slightly at his touch. "Your keep things in good order," he added, trying not to sound too surprised.

Penelope's eyes sparkled with pride as she surveyed the room. "Thank you," she replied. "I find that organization helps keep my mind sharp. It's a bit of a quirk, really." Barry nodded, unable to argue with the evidence of her efficiency. Her desk was a sea of neatly organized files and a single vintage typewriter, a stark contrast to the sleek computer monitors and ergonomic chairs that filled the rest of the office.

“Why the typewriter?” Barry asked, unable to resist his curiosity.

Penelope looked fondly at the machine. “It’s a reminder of a different era. One where assistants like me knew how to serve. Don’t worry though I also have a laptop that’s connected to everything” She glanced back at him, her smile widening. “So… Barry, I placed coffee on your desk as well as your agenda. You have a meeting at ten. Is there anything else you will need today?”

Barry opened his office door, noticing the steaming cup of coffee. “This is great. Thank you, Penelope. I think that’s all I will need from you for now, thank you.” He took a sip of the coffee, savoring the rich aroma. It was just how he liked it—strong with a dash of cream.

“I’m here if you need anything sir… anything.” Penelope’s voice trailed off as Barry settled into his plush chair. He took a moment to appreciate the quiet solitude of his new office, a stark contrast to the bustling open-plan layout of his previous workspaces. The digital clock on the wall ticked away the seconds with a rhythmic steadiness, and the low hum of the air conditioning provided a calming white noise.

Penelope knocked and opened the door. “Sir, I just wanted to check if you need any more coffee or perhaps some water?” she asked, peering into the office.

Barry looked up from his paperwork, surprised to find that almost an hour had passed. “Ah, no, I’m good, thank you, Penelope. You know, you really don’t have to be so formal. I appreciate your attentiveness, but we’re in the 21st century now. You can just call me Barry, okay?”

“I’m here to serve you in every way. You seem tense… maybe a blowjob will relax you?” Penelope suggested nonchalantly, her eyes glinting with something that definitely wasn’t just a hint of efficiency anymore.

Barry’s eyes widened, his hand freezing mid-sip. “Penelope, I don’t think that’s quite what the job description entailed,” he replied, trying to keep his voice calm and professional. She frowned slightly, her expression a mix of confusion and determination.

“Sir, let me help you relax. It’s what I’m here for. Besides, you’re the boss, aren’t you?” Penelope’s smile was both innocent and knowing, a disarming combination that left Barry momentarily speechless. She took a step closer, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor.

Barry set down his coffee, his heart racing. “Look, Penelope, I appreciate the offer, but we really should stick to professional boundaries. That’s all.”

Penelope tilted her head, her gaze unwavering. “But, Mr. Grant, isn’t it a universal truth that a happy boss is a productive boss? And what better way to ensure your happiness than by offering my...personal assistance?”

The willingness of this innocent looking woman to serve him in such a blatant way was both unexpected and exhilarating. Barry felt his cheeks flush and his heart race, his thoughts a jumble of confusion and desire. The office suddenly felt much warmer, the air thick with an unspoken tension. “I know I’m not much to look at right now but I’m still very good at my job sir.”

Penelope’s eyes searched his, looking for any sign of consent. The silence grew heavier, the ticking of the clock echoing in his ears like a drumbeat. Despite his better judgment, Barry felt his body responding to her offer, his mind racing with the tantalizing images of what she might do to him.

“Mmmm let me take care of you, Barry. It’s what I’m here for. To serve you, in every way possible,” Penelope whispered, taking another step closer. She reached out and gently touched his tie, her fingertips brushing against the fabric as if to test his response.

Barry swallowed hard, his mind torn between the thrill of the moment and the reality of the situation. He knew he should assert his authority and maintain a professional distance, but the heat in her gaze was impossible to ignore. His hand trembled slightly as he reached up to cover hers. “Penelope, are you sure?” he managed to ask, his voice husky.

Her smile grew, a playful glint in her eye. “More than sure, Barry. I’ve studied every aspect of your life, from your work habits to your personal preferences. I know exactly how to make you feel...comfortable.” She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. “Trust me, I’ll take care of everything.”

Barry’s resolve crumbled like a cookie in a vice grip. He nodded, his pulse quickening. Penelope’s hand slid from his tie to the top button of his shirt, deftly unbuttoning it. He felt the fabric part and the cool air of the office kiss his chest. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, yet firm. It was as if she had done this a hundred times before, which, for a moment, made him wonder about her past.

“I want you to imagine your ideal secretary Barry. Let me make your fantasy come true.” Her words were a whispered promise that sent a shiver down his spine. He nodded again, unable to form coherent thoughts as she continued her delicate assault on his shirt.

He closed his eyes and pictured a sexy secretary. One that he would not be able to resist. Barry quickly opened his eyes as he heard Penelope moan. He saw her sit back on his desk as she opened her legs. “Yes!! Let me make your fantasies come true!” she exclaimed, her voice now dripping with desire.

Her glasses slipped down her nose, and she took them off, revealing deep, smoky eyes that seemed to see right through him. The bun in her hair loosened, and her hair cascaded down her back. She began to unbutton her blouse, one button at a time, revealing a lacy bra.

Barry couldn’t believe his eyes. Penelope transformed into his ideal secretary. The pencil skirt was tight and hugged her new curves. The kitten heels had become elegant black Mary Jane’s. Her flat chest had blossomed into a bountiful bosom. He watched, transfixed, as she revealed her new self. The fabric of her skirt slid down her legs, revealing stockings that looked like silk.

“Oh Fuck!” Barry exclaimed, unable to hold back his astonishment. His professional demeanor had evaporated in the face of this shocking transformation. “Mmm I told you I was here to serve.” Penelope smirked, her new voluptuous figure swaying as she approached him. She bent down, her breasts spilling out of the lacy confines of her bra, and began to unbuckle his belt.

“What about my meeting?” Barry sputtered, his voice a mix of excitement and concern. “Sir, don’t worry you’ll be right on time. I’m a professional.”

30 minutes later Barry walked into the executive boardroom with a massive smile. The anxiety he had before was literally sucked out of him. The president entered and could see his newly appointed VP alert and ready to work.

“Barry looks like you are settling in to the new position.”

“Oh yes sir! I’m excited to help this company reach new levels.”

“Excellent! How about your assistant Penelope? She came highly recommended from the ‘Agency’”

“Sir she is a dream come true.”