[Age Swap, Reigen pushes Mob too far (18+)]
MobRei | Mob Psycho 100
Age Swap AU + cw: noncon
19-05-2023
[#mobrei, Age Swap, noncon/dubcon]
Reigen had bitten more than he could chew.
He had been trying to seduce his shisho for a while now. After all, he was 16 now, he wasn't a kid anymore and he wanted Mob!!
He had not expected for his rather forward and bold advances to trigger something within the older man. Maybe he shouldn't have pushed and tried to convince him it was okay to do that.
He knew that when his shisho entered that terrifying state it showed better what feelings he had kept buried deep down. He would be happy that the man seemed to reciprocate his feeling were he not scared at the moment.
He had not expected to be nearly slammed against the wall, strong hands and psychic powers keeping him from trying to wiggle away.
Mob's hands on him were rough and greedy, tearing away his school uniform to have access to his body.
"S-Shisho wait!" he tried to beg him, although it clearly did not reach him in any way.
He was surprised at the feeling of being stretched open since he could clearly see where Mob's hand were on him right now. He greeted his teeth at the burn, the power trying to open him up too quickly for what his body could take.
He continued trying to plead with the man, even though he barely got anything out of him aside from low growl.
This isn't what he had expected to happen.
He felt relieved when whatever was opening him up seemed to vanish, although he couldn't stay so for long when he instead felt himself being lifted up and carried to the office couch.
He squeak when he was thrown on it, on his knee and upper body leaning on the back of the couch. He tried moving around but found himself lock in place with invisible shackles once again.
Soon he felt a heavy body leaning over him, something hot and hard pressing against his ass.
At this point, Reigen was shaking and tearing up. This isn't what he had wanted, not like this.
He bite his lips when Mob entered him, the pain burning and feeling like he was being split in half. If only he could feel a bit of pleasure at this, it would make it bearable.
He could feel hungry lips kissing his neck and shoulders, likely leaving behind marks that he would need to hide later on. He really wished these lips could be kissing him properly, much more softly like he would imagine his shisho would do.
He couldn't help the scream that escaped him when he felt teeth sink into his skin, his shoulder burning in pain more than what he had felt when Mob had first entered him.
He had long begun crying, voice broken as he tried to call out to Mob in an attempt to bring him back properly.
But it didn't do anything. The rough pounding into him kept going, the strong bruising grip on his hips wouldn't let go and that hungry mouth kept kissing and biting at him as if trying to mark him as taken.
Reigen wasn't sure for how long this went on, all he could tell was that his shisho had come at least once or twice inside of him.
He felt really relieved when the man finally moved away from him, allowing him to collapse onto the couch, body feely feeling tired and numb.
He was trying to calm the tears coming out of his eyes when he heard a quiet and horrified "Arataka...".
This made him turn towards his shisho that had now come back to his sense, looking pale and horrified had what he had done.
He seemed to try and approach him, only to flinch away before he could reach him,Reigen having tried to grab his hand.
Reigen watched as he backed away more, mumbling apologises.
The young man suddenly felt panicked that Mob would go away and abandon him. terrified that he would be thrown away for something he was certain he had caused.
"don't go," Reigen asked, trying to get off the couch only to stumble to the floor, legs feeling like jelly.
Mob had knelt close, probably by habit, to make sure he was alright. The older man flinched and froze when Reigen lurched at him, wrapping his arms around him tightly so he wouldn't run away.
"Don't go, don't leave me" he begged while crying again, clutching onto his shisho as if his life depended on it.
They stayed like this for a while, Mob attempt at comforting him rather stiff, as if touching Reigen now was the last thing he thought he could do. Despite that, he helped an exhausted Reigen clean up and patched up the really nasty bite he had left behind.
Reigen had fallen asleep along the process. The next thing he knew was laying in his own bed wearing pyjamas.
When he went and met up with his shisho the next day he noticed the way Mob avoided looking at him directly, leaving a good distance between the two of them. Even ritsu had seemed like he had noticed something was off.
Reigen couldn't help feeling like it was all his fault, if only he had not tried to seduce his shisho and waited a couple more years.
He wanted to fix it, reassure his shisho that he was alright (even if it was a lie). But how could he do it when the man avoided the subject and stayed closed off more than before...
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there's a video on instagram of a man kicking his partner's door in. the top comment is (with over 4 thousand likes): "how about you tell us what you did to make him that angry?"
barring emergency, nobody should be kicking anybody's door in. many of us lived in houses where it was always, somehow, an emergency. there is a strange, almost hysterical calm that comes over you in that moment - everything feels muted, and you almost feel, however incongruently, like you should be laughing. you are living inside of "the emergency." oh my god, you think. i am now a fucking statistic.
there is another comment with 2.8 thousand likes: "if this was a woman doing it to a man, nobody would give a shit."
do people give a shit now, though?
barring emergency, the door should remain standing. the emergency should be panicked, desperate - "i'm coming in there to protect you." many of us know what it feels like when the emergency is instead "i'm coming in there to get you."
1.5k likes: "and yet you post this for notes. glad to see being the victim has become your whole personality."
hysteria is a word connected to womb, from greek. what you're experiencing is so senseless and inhumane that you (a rational creature) try to find any ground within what is irrational and cannot be explained. one of the most frustrating things about staying in bad situations is that we also lie to ourselves. we also ask ourselves - wow. what did i do?
women can be, and often are, also abusers. abuse is not gendered. abuse is not just a "straight person" problem. abuse does not have a face or figure or sexuality. you cannot pick an abuser out of a crowd. an abuser could be actually anybody.
and then so many people rally behind the man kicking the door in. here is something nobody should be doing, right? you want to ask every person that liked that first comment: do you ask this because you side with him? do you ask this because it helps you feel safe from this ever happening?
in some ways, you're weirdly sympathetic to the top comment, because it is the same logic you see frequently. the idea is that the average, normal, sane person doesn't just break down a door. doesn't just shoot up a school. doesn't stalk and kill women. doesn't threaten sexual assault. doesn't run over protesters. doesn't shoot an unarmed black person. doesn't scream at underpaid walmart employees. doesn't just "lose it". something had to have happened, right? because the default (white. straight. cis.) - that is someone who is always, you know. "sane."
(right?)
on a podcast, you hear a sane, normal, rational person. "if you piss me off, i'm going to need to hit something. sorry but i'm not apologizing. that's just who i am that's how it is." his voice almost sounds like he's laughing.
you think of the door, and how you were almost laughing behind it, too. ironically, every real emergency in your life has almost felt peaceful in comparison. fire, car accident, flash flooding - these felt quiet, covenant to you. you'd stood in all of them, feeling them pass over and up to your chin, never actually overwhelming.
but when the door was coming down, you had felt - is there a word for that? there has to be, a word, right.
surely one of us has figured out the word for that, i mean. it's such a large fucking statistic.
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to anyone who draws and experiences wrist pain like I do i. I figured out the blindspot to solving the pain. maybe this is obvious but whatever. im honestly I'm frustrated at myself for not knowing sooner bcs I was an athlete for so long. but what always confused and frustrated me was that no matter how much i stretched the pain wasnt going away
people always linked n shared resources to stretches and it'd give me temporary relief but not deal with the issue especially not any longer than the time it took me to stretch.
u do have to stretch. but u ALSO HAVE TO WORK OUT YOUR ARMS.
the reason we are hurting so much is because that muscle is doing a lot of repetitive and strenuous motion but the whole length of your arms and wrists aren't strong enough to withstand that much work.
u cant just stretch. buy a set of light-ish weights and just pick a set of wrist and arm workouts u like. do them often. stretch and do those work outs. i really dont even think it matters which you do I do a combination of this and this
just pick ones u like that are good for you, working out can be fun and not miserable i promise. do it. save ur wrists. my life has changed, i still feel pain but ive been able to work and not be ready to cry the next day from daring to try
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You are three years old. Your mother tells you a story about a child who fell from the Sky. You don't understand it yet, but that child was you.
You are six years old. Your parents agreed to take you into town, but only if you stay close to them. You ignore them, wander off and find a group of other kids. Playing with them is the most fun you've ever had. But when your parents find you later, you will never forget the scolding they give.
You are nine years old. The older kids play terrible pranks on you, stealing your mask or trying to snatch away the crystal at your heart. They don't say it to your face, but you know they think you're a freak.
You are twelve years old. The Elder arrives to take you away. He says you're special but you don't believe him. You just want to stay with your parents.
You are fifteen. The Elders argue about your future. Daleth reminds them that you're only a child. Teth counters that no one knows what you are. The others say nothing, but you know they agree with her.
You are eighteen. Your body hasn't aged in years. You hear murmurs in the crowd as you take your place on your throne. The Realm of Eden needs a new Elder, and the others finally agreed that it should be you.
You are twenty one. The pressure is too much. You never wanted this. You never wanted Eden. You feel like you'll never live up to their expectations of you. But you learned long ago to keep your mouth shut about that. You saw what happened to Daleth when he dared suggest that you choose your own path.
You are twenty four. You've finally done it. You've finally found a way to make them proud. If they knew that you could harness the power of Darkstone... Surely that will impress them, right? Maybe you'll finally be enough.
You are twenty five. You were wrong. They hated it. They feared it. You should have known. You will never be enough. How far do you have to go to make them respect you? At night you dream of your family, but you can no longer remember their faces.
Who are you? What are you? What do you have to do to prove yourself? Your inventions have done horrible things. But how can you turn back now? You're so close to changing the world. No matter the lengths, you will make them see that you are good enough.
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