Mp100 Reigen - Blog Posts
(for the art request) Reigen Arataka :3 ?
THERE'S HOPE FOR REIGEN GUYS!!!!
I know I'm a week early, but I was excited to write something Valentine's Day related!
TW: I was in heat when I wrote this. Mentions alcohol, lots of smut, p in v penetration, face sitting, etc...Tiny bits of a little angst at the end buuut nothing our glorious king Reigen Arataka can't fix ;)
What happens when you, a lonely single, meets your friend Reigen, another lonely single, at a bar on a Friday night that also happens to be Valentine's Day?
Valentine's Day was on a Friday this year, and you celebrated by treating yourself to a whole bottle of wine. You were only halfway through it when you felt brave enough to text your friend Reigen, the insufferable screwball you had such a massive crush on.
You kept it simple, asking what he was up to for the evening. One thing led to another, and you were forgetting all about your wine and plans for isolation, getting dolled up to meet him at the bar. You'd never even approached first base with him, but you still pulled on a sweet and seductive matching set of lingerie under your outfit, just in case! It was a day for love after all.
When you arrived he was already seated at the bar, his glass half empty and his cheeks already flushed. You sauntered up to him, plopping down at his side and ordering a glass of wine. He wore his usual crisp, gray suit and pink tie, but under the tacky pink lighting in the bar for the occasion, it made him appear a bit more roguish and artfully messy. Maybe it was the way his hair fell against his forehead, knotted from continuously running his hand through it or maybe you just had too much wine coursing through your veins, warming your body and sending you into a spiraling heat, but the mere sight of him had you clenching your thighs together. You tried not to look too excited.
"Hey," Reigen greeted. "Couldn't handle spending tonight alone, could you?" He grinned teasingly.
"I just got bored." You rolled your eyes at him playfully. "And you came."
"I did come." He chuckled gruffly. It took great effort for you to keep your composure, thinking of innuendos in your head but not daring to utter them aloud.
The bartender set your glass of wine before you, and Reigen ordered him to put it on his tab. You smirked as you tipped the glass back, taking a generous sip. You felt a swell of pride, the usually frugal man who wasn't so cheap with you. "Thank you," you breathed.
"No problem." He was trying to remain nonchalant, but his leg bounced next to yours as he downed the rest of his drink.
The two of you talked about generic things, the holiday, work, what shows you were watching, books you were reading, video games you were playing, all of the socially acceptable, boring things. All the while, his leg kept bouncing. It was distracting really.
You laid a hand on his thigh just above his knee to steady it.
Reigen gave you a puzzled look, glancing down at your hand and back up. At the tiniest hint of judgment, you were retracting your hand, cheeks warming shamefully. "Sorry. You were fidgeting," you muttered the lame excuse, nervously drinking more of your wine.
To your surprise, after you had set your glass back down, he grabbed your hand, spreading it back over his thigh, even a little higher this time.
"Can I try some of that?" He nodded towards your wine as if nothing had just happened.
"Ye - yeah." You quickly pushed the glass towards him, your mouth running dry. Now your hand felt heavy on his leg. You watched him carefully as he took a large drink from your glass before pushing it back over your way, licking his lips.
"It's good," he told you after a long moment of staring at each other. "Getting kind of empty. You want another?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe in a bit," you hummed, watching him curiously. You dragged your hand down and off his leg, grinning wickedly, your confidence returning at his encouragement. "Or I can finish it and we can go have some elsewhere?"
"I have some at home." Reigen shrugged. "Let me close my tab."
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You were delightedly surprised at how quickly your plans were falling into place. Like a gentleman, Reigen walked you inside his apartment, holding the door open for you and taking your coat and purse. Not so much like a gentleman, his lips were on yours almost instantly, forcing his tongue into your mouth as his hands on your hips held you against him.
You squeaked, a small sound of surprise that made him pull back, looking unsure of himself. "Sorry - is this okay?"
"Yes," you giggled. "I was just a little surprised at how aggressive you're being."
Worry flashed across his features, his hands dropping away from your waist. "Shit, I'm sorry," he muttered again.
"No, no." You grabbed his hands, guiding them back to where they were. "I want you to manhandle me."
A beat passed as your words processed in Reigen's mind. "Oh fuck." His hands went limp on your hips, eyes darkening and jaw going slack. "Fuck," he repeated, looking desperate now.
"Is something wrong?" You teased.
"No," he spoke just loud enough for you to hear. He watched you carefully, eyes darting about your features to search for any sign of hesitation. "You're sure you want this?"
"More than sure." You nodded. He'd see just how sure you were if he got far enough to glimpse your matching underwear.
Your head spun with your wine buzz as Reigen whisked you along to his bedroom. He fell atop his mattress with you on top, straddling his waist. He groaned pathetically while you returned your mouth to its position against his, tongues unceremoniously exploring each other. It was drunken and filthy, the way you practically drooled into his mouth. His hands shamelessly explored your body now, starting at your waist and stopping at your ass, groping and squeezing your plush skin. You shuddered as he lifted the bottom hem of your dress over the curve of your bum to fondle the bare skin, his fingers grazing your clothed pussy.
"Reigen," you gasped into his mouth.
"Yeah?" He laughed cockily. "Is something wrong?" He mocked. It was really a game of push and pull between you two. When one of you lost confidence, the other was there to do enough uplifting for the both of you. When one of you acted more desperate, the other was there to taunt and tease. You enjoyed this game with him, this balance. You liked taking turns, moment by moment, deciding who was the cat and who was the mouse.
"Please - just take it off." You didn't care how desperate you sounded, since he was the one doing the teasing now, and it was getting you even hotter. The heat swirling in your core was becoming unbearable, and you needed him to touch you.
"Oh my God," he mumbled hoarsely. "You're acting so slutty. It's so fucking hot."
"Reigen!" You whined impatiently.
"Alright, alright."
He reluctantly released your bum, taking your dress into his hands and lifting it up and over your body. You sat up to assist him in taking it off, giggling when his jaw dropped at the sight of your matching bra and panties. You reached down to begin undoing his belt, leaning over him to showcase your cleavage as you did so.
"I could cum right now," he sighed. "Did you wear that for me?" He hooked a finger under your panties before pulling back and releasing the fabric, letting it slap against your hip.
"Mhmm." You nodded, yanking his belt from his pants and tossing it aside. "You like it?"
"I love it." He continued to toy with the band of your underwear. "You're beautiful." Reigen's cheeks warmed at the compliment he gave you. The way he could be so cocky and so soft with you simultaneously was driving you mad. A straightforward businessman who was also a little dorky...it got you wet like no other man could.
You unzipped his pants, pressing a kiss to the bit of exposed skin just above the band of his boxers in thanks. He let loose a shaky breath, undoing his tie and beginning to shimmy out of his jacket and unbutton his shirt. You sat up to give him space to undress himself, helping him unbutton his top while he slowly attempted to kick his pants off. It was chaotic and clumsy, the two of you working together to hastily remove his clothing, but you giggled through it with him and didn't stop until he was left in nothing but his boxers. You took your place back on his lap, grinding down against his clothed, hardening cock. The both of you moaned in harmony at the friction.
Reigen's fingers dug into your sides, pulling you down onto him. He panted and watched in awe as you rolled your hips against his, the both of you unabashedly dry humping one another like crazed teenagers. He reconnected your lips, the noises you were making falling into each other's mouths. It was pure bliss until it wasn't, until you needed more. And somehow, without any words being spoken, Reigen knew. He was pulling away from you again with a groan, laying back against his sheets and looking up at you with a deadly serious expression.
"Take your panties off and sit on my face," he demanded.
Your eyes went wide, shocked by the blunt, lewd request. Something inside your stomach churned, making you twitch. "What?" Your face grew hot. His intense gaze made you squirm. Your head was swimming.
"You're gonna act shy now? Like you weren't just rubbing yourself against me?" He laughed meanly. "Come on." He tapped your thigh like it was simple. "Come rub yourself against my mouth instead."
Your brain was short-circuiting. He had beat you at your own game, and it was making you want to run, the balance tipped back in his favor. "I - I don't - I mean, are you sure? I've never done that before."
"First time for everything." He grinned. "Need some encouragement?" He rubbed comforting circles into your skin. You were struggling to process reality, your friend, hard as a rock beneath you, asking you to sit on his face. You took a deep breath.
"What if I like," you searched for the right words, "break your neck?"
"Then I'll die a happy man," Reigen mused.
"I'm being serious!" You pouted.
"You're not going to break my neck," he groaned in frustration. "I've got support." He patted the pillows underneath his head for extra measure.
"I'm nervous," you confessed. "Sorry, I know that's not very sexy."
"You kidding? You're still a bombshell." Reigen smiled. "You can lay down and I can eat it that way if you'd prefer?" The way he talked about eating your pussy so casually made your chest flutter. You gasped at him, throbbing against the damp fabric of his boxers.
"No." You blushed deeply. "It's okay. I can do it."
"Do what?" He raised an eyebrow. "Can I hear you say it?" He was toying with you now, making you say dirty things just for the sake of it.
"You are so-" you huffed. "I'll sit on your face."
"Good girl," he praised teasingly. "Alright, let me see then. Take them off."
You whined but obeyed, lifting up off of him to slide your panties down and off of your legs. You quickly straddled him once again, shuddering when your bare heat caught on the fabric of his boxers.
"Shit." With heavily lidded eyes, Reigen reached forward, running a finger through your folds to gather your essence. You moaned at his gentle touch, trying and failing to keep your composure as you thought of his warm tongue being pressed there instead. "Okay. Come up here," he instructed, beckoning you with the finger coated in your juices.
You reluctantly crawled up his body, stopping when you were positioned above his face. You sank down frantically, not wanting to delay the inevitable any longer, but held yourself up so as not to crush him with your full weight. Reigen hummed against you, grabbing your hips and pulling you down the rest of the way. A shockwave of pleasure racked through your torso as his tongue pressed into you, the vibrations of his groaning tickling your core. You cried out, overwhelmed already, and he had only just begun.
"Fuck!" You held onto his hair, staying still as he licked against you, his hands digging bruises into your ass and thighs. The low, guttural, breathy and slurping noises he was making beneath you had you clenching around nothing, soaking his mouth and chin. You cried and whimpered, trembling as he seemed to know just how to get you going.
Chasing your high as you got more comfortable atop of him, you slowly rolled your hips against his face. Reigen made sounds of approval, repositioning his hand placement to encourage you to keep going, to keep riding and using his face the way you needed to. It was nasty, your face flushed with the realization of how obscene it was, and the realization only made you get hotter, wetter. The coil in your lower stomach kept tightening and tightening, threatening to snap.
You pulled away from him, collapsing at his side.
"What are you doing?" He panted in disbelief, his face glistening with your slick.
"Want to cum on your cock," you mumbled drunkenly, taking off your bra. "Please, fuck me." You tossed your bra aside and spread your legs, batting your lashes up at him tiredly.
"Holy shit," Reigen gasped. He fumbled for his boxers, fighting to quickly pull them down and off his body. You shamelessly watched his hardened length spring free, impatiently spreading your legs even farther apart.
After scrambling for a condom in his nightstand and rolling one on, he crawled over you, dipping his head forward to capture your mouth in a sloppy kiss. You tasted yourself on his lips as he sunk into you, swapping moans. He pulled back to watch himself move slowly in and out of you, eyes wide and glassy. You screwed yours shut, relishing in the feeling of his thick cock stretching your walls. You opened them only when you felt his thumb press against your bundle of nerves, rubbing fast, tight circles as he slowly increased the pace of his thrusts into you.
"Reigen!" You gasped, grabbing his wrist and trying to push him away. With his free hand, he ripped your hand away, pinning it above your head.
"Thought you wanted to be manhandled?" He grunted, his composure wavering in and out as you clamped around him. "Oh my - fuck. S - so tight and warm," he whimpered into your neck as he practically collapsed over you, struggling to keep a steady rhythm on your clit and inside you.
"'S too much!" Tears were prickling in your eyes. You weren't prepared to release just yet, but it seemed you weren't getting much of a choice. You could hardly think or remember how to breathe, forced to take it as he pumped in and out of you. You were squirming beneath him, trying to relieve some of the pressure though it was no use.
"Stay still," he growled, his voice deep, carnal, and almost unlike him. As much as you wanted to, you couldn't obey, back arching and thighs trying to clamp shut to resist the force of his blows.
He was getting frustrated with your refusal to listen, tightening his grip on your wrists. He removed his thumb from you clit and pulled out of you in one quick movement, ignoring your dumbfounded expression as he flipped you over and lifted your hips, re-entering you from behind. It was painful, the way he slammed back into you, but it hurt in a way that sent an extreme wave of pleasure through your core. You were basically screaming now, falling limp underneath him, but he wouldn't allow it, wrapping an arm around your waist and another around your shoulders and neck to hold you upright as he took you from behind. He found your clit again, expertly rubbing his fingers against you while he thrusted into your ruined cunt.
You couldn't make out any coherent words, crying and whining loudly while he muttered praises in between kisses pressed to your temple. "I know, I know," Reigen cooed. "You're okay. It's okay. I've got you. You're almost there."
It didn't take much longer for either of you in this position. Reigen's thrusts were starting to become erratic, his grip on you clumsily faltering and tightening, back and forth. "I'm gonna cum," he told you in a pained tone. "You almost there, baby?"
The innocent pet name in such an indecent setting knocked the wind out of you. All you could do was nod and make a sort of sound of agreement. He was more strategic now about the way he moved, trying to get you there before him. You relaxed into him, trusting him to hold you up as you let that coil inside snap. You shuddered and trembled against him, temporarily going to another place entirely as you he chased his own high, pulling out only moments later after he was finished.
You laid beside him, the two of you panting and coming back down in unison. He gave himself a minute before he moved to clean up, discarding his condom and heading to the bathroom. Without him inside you or near you, you suddenly felt very cold. You waited for him curiously and a bit anxiously, a small bud of worry blossoming in your chest at his absence and his silence. You heard the faucet running for a few moments before he was returning, a wet cloth in his hand.
For all of his obliviousness and goofiness, Reigen was surprisingly attentive and soft, gently bringing the warm cloth in between your thighs to clear up some of the residue that was left behind. You gasped at the feeling of the fabric against your sensitive core, but allowed him to quietly and softly wipe away the remains of your encounter. It all seemed to come together in this moment, to make sense, why you had such an intense crush on this man who was supposed to be your friend.
"Thank you," you croaked tiredly when he was done.
"You need anything?" He asked you hoarsely, sounding just as exhausted as you were. "Water? A snack?"
"I'm okay," you shook your head. You wondered if you were overstaying your welcome, lingering if you weren't going to have a drink or some food. It made you more nervous and uncertain when he left to go grab something for himself. He was still your friend, no matter how much you were enjoying yourself. Your past reminded you that you needed to be realistic. You reluctantly pushed yourself up from the plush confines of his comforter, searching for your undergarments. "I should get going," you explained when he returned with a bottle of water.
Reigen's expression fell. "You're not going to stay?"
"Oh." You softened under his harsh gaze. "I don't know - I guess I just assumed you wouldn't want me to after we-"
"What kind of a guy do you think I am?" He laughed. "You're not going home at this hour by yourself. And I like to cuddle afterwards," he stilled, "unless you don't."
You giggled at him. "Yeah, I do too."
"Good!" He jumped back into bed, pulling your naked body flush against his. You laughed, blushing slightly as you comforted into his embrace. He wanted you here. Could this have been more than a one night thing?
As if reading your mind, "for what it's worth," he hesitated, "I'm really glad you texted me tonight."
"I am too." A day for love indeed.
The sound is me whenever I see him
TW: Reigen mentions his PP, talks of anxiety
bf!Reigen x gf!reader where reader is feeling anxious and Reigen comforts her
You were curled up in bed, doomscrolling, practically pouting, mute, and ignoring your annoyingly unserious boyfriend. He hadn't done anything wrong, you were just stressing about work, already dreading the day that had yet to happen. You knew you'd be alright, you were always alright, and you also knew that you should talk about it instead of silently brooding, but old, bad habits died hard, and no amount of reasoning or rational could pull you out of your glum mood.
"Hellooo," Reigen called out tauntingly. "Anybody home?" He laughed, collapsing over your lap and crushing you with his weight.
You glared down at him momentarily before resuming your doomscrolling, though you were hardly paying any mind to what was on the screen now that he was demanding your attention.
"Yikes." He raised his eyebrows. You made a sound of protest when he snatched your phone out of your hand, locking it before tossing it aside on the bed. "You want to talk to me about something?" Reigen kept his cool and cocky facade, but you didn't miss the way his brows furrowed slightly.
"Sorry," you mumbled. "I just don't feel good right now." You avoided his prodding gaze.
He rolled off of your lap and shuffled to your side. "You need me to get you something? Water? Food? Motrin?" He studied you innocently.
"No, not like that." You smiled a little. For as goofy as he was, he could be so caring and gentle when the situation called for it. "I just feel so anxious right now," you sighed. "That's why I'm acting so bitchy." You cracked a sheepish grin. "Sorry."
Reigen laid on his side, propping his head up on his hand to look up at you. "That's okay. It's cute when you act all bratty." He grinned too, making you roll your eyes. "Talk to me though. What's bothering you?"
"Just work." You shrugged. "I don't want to have to deal with that project I was telling you about." You frowned.
"You can always come work for me." He wiggled his eyebrows. "I could use a sexy receptionist."
"Be serious," you groaned dramatically, suppressing a giggle.
Reigen smiled, snaking a hand under the blanket to caress your thigh. "It won't be as bad as your brain is telling you it is," he explained matter-of-factly, softly massaging your skin. "It will come and go, the same way it always does, and if you have a stressful day, you know I'll make it better tomorrow. For now, you're here, and you look super sleepy and pouty and adorable, it's making my junior throb..." He squeezed your thigh for extra measure.
"I hate when you call it that!" You giggled loudly. "You pervert!"
"Yeah, I just wanted to hear you laugh." Reigen grinned stupidly. He sat up, grabbing your face, squishing your cheeks, and making a show out of kissing your cheek, nose, and forehead. "You feel better yet, or do I have to kiss you somewhere else...?"
You playfully shoved at his chest. "You're so slutty."
"I was talking about your lips, the ones on your face!" He laughed. "I think you're the perverted one here."
"I learn from the best," you giggled. "Thanks for cheering me up." Your problems slowly fell to the back of your mind. Your anxiety would never vanish entirely, but it was nice that you had these moments and this man when it seemed all was lost. It never really was.
He kissed your cheek again. "No thanks needed. You're my girl. Happy wife, happy life, right?"
"I'm not your wife." You narrowed your eyes at him, but the smile that plastered your lips betrayed you.
"Not yet you aren't, crybaby."
My boyfriend everyone 🧎♀️
my man my man my man
i can’t believe this is the kind of shit i spend my time doing
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO REIGEN ARATAKA! 🥳🥳🥳
i love you reigen you’ll always be the number 2 tumblr sexyman in my heart
Tumblr’s #2 sexyman
Matching Mob portrait here
So I started Mob Psycho 100
Little comic about Reigens life adviceTM to mob
Late night train ride
thank you mp100!!
new reig time.
the time to give him an ill-fitting suit that's simultaneously too big and too small, and to get slowly better at drawing it
If the ova hurt you, here's a reigen that's gonna enjoy his damn McPizza
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This is wicked I love age swap mp100
Mp100 age swap!
From an art trade did! Literally love this
