i love how everyone's response to the grossness of chainsmoker cat has been like, "you guys just don't like when girls are unhygienic because of their depression" when she's also just like. a genuinely disgusting (cat)person
I'm like an "I have a body pillow of him" level Reigen fucker (love yours btw), but the expression he has in your icon and in that scene from the short in general fills me with absolute annoyance and disgust. It makes me want to spit on him and stomp on his face like a bug.
The way this man can inspire such hate, even though all other fans, including me, would straight up die for him, needs to be studied.
IT'S BECAUSE HE LOOKS LIKE A SMARMY FUCK!!! HE LOOKS LIKE THE SCAM ARTIST HE IS!!!!!! MAKES ME WANNA ROLL UP HIS TIE AND MAKE HIM GARGLE ON IT
The perks of being your own boss: getting to do what you want, when you want, and tonight, you are the common denominator in his plans for both.
With his lips still pressed to yours as you pour into the Spirits and Such office solely on muscle memory, Reigen starts fishing one-handed in his suit pocket for the remote to the newly installed office cameras; he ended up having to buy more after ”the incident” to save face after giving Mob the excuse they were for spirit detecting.
“Let me just turn these off…” Your boyfriend mumbles, absolutely adamant on keeping you close.
A few blind grabs later, he finds the off button and, after clicking it, makes a move for your dress zipper. The metal teeth start to hiss as he whispers in your ear…
“Now… Where were we?”
You both had a long night, the kind that ends in the bedroom, on a high that leads straight to Cloud Nine.
There’s a noticeable skip to Reigen’s step, an energetic boom to his voice as he checks off his list of appointments, nailing each one after your little confidence booster from last night.
Serizawa and Mob cover the last assignment, sans Reigen. “Serizawa, it’s time for you to show some more responsibility. Mob will chaperone you. He knows what to look for.” Never mind the fact that he’s sending a middle schooler to supervise a grown ass man, but Serizawa is flattered all the same, truly believing this is an opportunity for growth. Besides, he’s become the definition of self-improvement, and more jobs on his own means he’s doing something right.
“Ahhh, now that they’re gone, what should I do…” Reigen stretches, arms to the ceiling with audible pop, pop, pops coming from his joints after a busy day of massages—
Er, spectral purification sessions.
“Might as well check the cameras…” Cracking the laptop open, he boots up the recording program, expecting nothing important…
Until he sees that, despite what he thought, he hadn’t turned off the cameras from your rendezvous. It captured everything — you on your knees, your mouth bobbing on his cock, him cumming all over your face and tits.
“Mmm, thank you for the meal.” Your voice isn’t that clear, but his brain is filling in the gaps, and the tent in his slacks is becoming more obvious by the second.
He’s not going to touch himself.
He won’t.
He’s just going to… Adjust himself.
Yeah. Adjust.
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The perks of being your own boss: getting to do what you want, when you want, and tonight, you are the common denominator in his plans for both.
With his lips still pressed to yours as you pour into the Spirits and Such office solely on muscle memory, Reigen starts fishing one-handed in his suit pocket for the remote to the newly installed office cameras; he ended up having to buy more after ”the incident” to save face after giving Mob the excuse they were for spirit detecting.
“Let me just turn these off…” Your boyfriend mumbles, absolutely adamant on keeping you close.
A few blind grabs later, he finds the off button and, after clicking it, makes a move for your dress zipper. The metal teeth start to hiss as he whispers in your ear…
“Now… Where were we?”
You both had a long night, the kind that ends in the bedroom, on a high that leads straight to Cloud Nine.
There’s a noticeable skip to Reigen’s step, an energetic boom to his voice as he checks off his list of appointments, nailing each one after your little confidence booster from last night.
Serizawa and Mob cover the last assignment, sans Reigen. “Serizawa, it’s time for you to show some more responsibility. Mob will chaperone you. He knows what to look for.” Never mind the fact that he’s sending a middle schooler to supervise a grown ass man, but Serizawa is flattered all the same, truly believing this is an opportunity for growth. Besides, he’s become the definition of self-improvement, and more jobs on his own means he’s doing something right.
“Ahhh, now that they’re gone, what should I do…” Reigen stretches, arms to the ceiling with audible pop, pop, pops coming from his joints after a busy day of massages—
Er, spectral purification sessions.
“Might as well check the cameras…” Cracking the laptop open, he boots up the recording program, expecting nothing important…
Until he sees that, despite what he thought, he hadn’t turned off the cameras from your rendezvous. It captured everything — you on your knees, your mouth bobbing on his cock, him cumming all over your face and tits.
“Mmm, thank you for the meal.” Your voice isn’t that clear, but his brain is filling in the gaps, and the tent in his slacks is becoming more obvious by the second.
He’s not going to touch himself.
He won’t.
He’s just going to… Adjust himself.
Yeah. Adjust.
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