After a moment of rummaging the cabinets, Reigen taps at his jaw, thinks through the options, and finally starts to roll his sleeves up.

"You're fine with hamburg and rice, right?"

"Yeah." Mob stip-steps over to the tiny kitchen, peeking past Reigen's shoulder while he's pulling a pan and a pot out onto the tiny countertop. "What should I do first?"

"You won't do anything." Reigen takes his hands, bringing them up to kiss the backs of his fingers. He wiggles his own to cross between Mob's, giving a happy squeeze as he lifts his face to smile. "Today I'm cooking for you."

Mob blinks at him, and his hair ruffles just a little when he squeezes back, turning his quickly pinker face away to look at the stovetop. "What do I do, then?"

"You can sit and keep me company if you want."

Mob takes up on that offer. He sits at the tiny kitchen table and leans to the top, watching Reigen's back as he washes his hands.

He catches himself admiding the way his shishou's fingers flex, arms move, the natural rhythm he has stepping from stovetop to fridge to chopping board. Mincing and sautéing onions, adding spices, cracking an egg, kneading meat. Throwing the patties, placing them in the fridge. Re-washing his hands. Drying them off.

"Alright. Those are in the fridge a bit, so I'm all yours for..."

Reigen looks back at him, stops, and then laughs, making Mob startle out of his staring. A hand toussles into his hair, soon joined by another, drawing down his temples to cup his cheeks and brush thumbs over his cheekbones.

"You've sure got a look on your face."

Mob's cheeks are a lot redder wondering what kind of look. Reigen kisses the tip of his nose before he can ask.

He frowns at the teasing smile. Mob wraps his arms around his shishou's back, tipping his head up, and Reigen gives him little pecks before finally giving him a proper kiss. His shishou pulls him to a hug with a smile into his hair, and while Mob was thinking of more kisses, the cuddling is nice. He presses into Reigen's chest to hug him back.

Reigen leaves him with a kiss when he has to go wash and cook the rice. Since everywhere else he's been has had a rice cooker, Mob is a little curious how it'll end up, but his shishou is talented. He's not that shocked it works as intended.

By the time the hamburgs are ready for frying, the rice is done. Mob gets up to peek into the frying pan as Reigen sets the steaks in, and he wraps one arm around Mob's shoulders, pressing a heavier mwah on top of his head.

He goes back to his seat with lovestruck, pink cheeks, smoothing his hair down.

The frying pan sizzles, Reigen hums. It smells delicious in the apartment. With the lid down to cook the insides properly, Reigen takes the downtime to come to Mob's side again. Constantly bothering his lover with playful flirting and kisses to his round, soft cheeks. Mob drinks that affection up until the egg timer rings and mercilessly draws his shishou back away.

Mob's mouth waters just watching the patties and rice be set. Reigen offers him a spoon of the sauce and he happily taste-tests, licking his lips in approval. He gets a little kiss on top of it. In no time a generous ammount is drizzled to their plates.

Two mugs are pulled from the cabinet, and Mob gets up at that point – taking the mug of milk Reigen offers him, one cup of rice, and floating their hot plates along to the living room table to eat by the TV.

Reigen drags the table closer, they give their thanks for the meal, and Mob prods at his steak. Reigen watches him dig in, blow to cool it down some and then take the first bite. After a few chews his eyes sparkle with excitement. "It's delicious!"

He can't help the smirk. "Right?"

Mob happily continues eating, and Reigen finally draws his eyes off of him to eat. He burns his tongue immediately. Mob offers him his water, blowing at his portion just a bit to cool it down while he drinks.

Despite the burnt tongue, he keeps smiling between every bite.

Mob likes it.
Mob likes his cooking.
The piece in his mouth is tough to swallow.

"Want to cook this together too?"

Mob chews a little faster, hurrying to clear his mouth – smiling a little from the embarrassing haste to reply. "Yes!"

Reigen kisses him once more with a smile, and then dips to press another to his cheek, to his neck, to his collar. Continuing to trail down his body slowly.

Gently.

Brushing lips to pale skin, feeling it jump underneath if he gives licks that lead to another. Down along his chest, the dip of his waist, below his navel. Smooth porcelain skin marked with spots of saliva and warm touch.

Mob's pink-flushed and nervous, a hand cupped over his dick to hide it away. Is he hard? Definitely. Is he too shy to let shishou look? So far, despite loving his oral work so much. He'll grow bolder about it once they go all the way.

Or maybe not.
He's cute when he's shy.

Reigen's hands travel down Mob's smooth thighs, and the muscles underneath clench as he reaches lower: Kneading his little ass more open, brushing his thumb from perineum to rim in slow and light circles. Mob turns his head into the pillow with his lips sealed together, and they part for a shaky breath that he tries to hold in.

"Mo～b," Reigen smiles, against Mob's tightly-cupped and twitching pinky, the smooth and hairless dip of his navel and thigh. "Do you trust me?"

Mob opens his eyes to look at him, and it brings some fresh color to his cheeks. He turns his shy gaze away to the hand squeezing the sheets. Licks his bitten lip to mumble. "...d-don't go too fast."

"Who, me?"

Reigen's thumbs press closer to his cleft to spread his rim open just a bit, enjoying the little shy kicks of Mob's feet as he does. He holds his smile enough to blow air against the twitching muscle.

He exhales a shaking breath from how accepting and easy it feels. Mob's body jumps as he prods his thumb in just up to the nail, pressing on the rim to stretch him open just a little. It squeezes on him like not wanting to let go.

He forgot to breathe back in. It's an unhelpfully thin inhale. "You're soft, Mob. I didn't know it could be like this."

"Nhn– D-Don't look there...!"

Mob tries shifting his kicking legs, sqeezing them closer to his thighs to hide, and Reigen sits up with a thoughtful look.

Mob yelps as he wraps his arms under his thighs instead, pulling him down along the bed to bend over.

His wide eyes are open with surprise against his flushed-red face, chest heaving with breaths that don't fill his lungs from the awkward bend of his torso. Reigen kisses his ass, caressing the dips of his inner thighs, spreading him open. Kissing his rim in little pecks for the alerted little gasps he gives.

"S-Shishou–" Mob's limbs move in little aborted twitches, like he doesn't know what to do with them. He's so red. He's so cute. "Shishou, it's dirty there–!"

"It's not. It's so clean and pretty."

He cleaned Mob up for this, after all. His deshi squirms against the mattress, toussling up his hair, framing the red of his round cheeks. "But–"

"Just enjoy it. I'll make it good." With those words, he sticks his tongue out, the guide to press his mouth against Mob's rim. His lips follow, giving the push to prod his tongue past the small resistance.

"A-Ah– Hwah, s-shish‐...o-oh, oh..."

Mob's body tenses for just a few moments before his muscles spasm to loosen. With each kiss and lick inside, he's melting into Reigen's lap and arms, his body turning to soft and pliable putty. Alert sinks in pleasure, closing his eyes to pant out the moans bubbling up his chest, his fingers holding onto the belt loops of Reigen's pants for something to cling to.

Reigen shifts on his legs a bit and closes his eyes, squeezing Mob close in an embrace to kiss his rim deeper, holding in chuckles from his legs' feeble kicking when he prods the tip of his tongue against soft inner walls. Mob's moans are turning breathier, squirming for more space in his lungs, pleads of shishou in between them.

His legs start squeezing tighter for a hug and Reigen helps lift them around his head, letting Mob pull him in, rock his hips blindly with the pleasure shishou gives. Reigen pulls his saliva-wet mouth off Mob enough to blurt out if he should jerk him off, but Mob shakes his head like a child and pulls him back with his shins, and he happily continues eating his little deshi out.

Mob's eyes are teary, biting his lip for just a moment, higher and higher breaths until his body clutches for Reigen's. The shudders of his climax run down his spine to the tips of his fingers and toes. His mouth hangs open, loud and unabashed– And he spills onto his own chest, a sight that gets recorded in HD to Reigen's memory.

His tongue draws back into his mouth. He presses a little peck to Mob's kissed-red rim to draw away, dropping his cheek onto his still-twitching butt.

"You're such a pretty thing, Mob..." He pants it out, pants rustling by shoving his boxers off his dick, stroking it firmly while breathing Mob's climax-warm scent. It's intoxicating, bringing a drunk flush to his cheeks. "I can't wait to fuck you."

Though, with the way Mob's body reacts just to his words, reacts to being watched as his shishou gets off, he won't have to wait for long.

"...sorry. You should go home today." His shishou's breathing is faster, unusually distant instead of open and inviting like any other day. Ears flat to his head, holding a hand over his throat like his tie is choking him. "I'm not...right, right now."

"Shishou, you're sweating. Is it fever?"

Mob's fingers brush to Reigen's cheek and his ears flick up with a twitch, their fur standing out, shudders down his spine with heavier breaths. Movement below catches Mob's eye, lowering his gaze, and his breath tightens seeing his shishou's bulge twitch against his zipper.

It's not supposed to be like that when they're not touching oneanother.

When he tries to withdraw his hand, Reigen holds it to his cheek and leans into the touch, breathing in the scent from his wrist. Bigger fingers cross between his and make room for kisses across his palm.

"Don't let me hurt you. Use your powers and stop me. Blow me away. ...don't hate me, Mob."

His shishou draws his eyes open, and Mob's hand is yanked, and he's kissed. Adult tongue in his mouth.

His body startles to a jump, freezes for just a moment, but his shishou's taste and scent are filling his senses with heat. His legs feel less and less stable, digging his hands into the back of a gray suit to stay up.

Reigen pushes him to back up until his thighs bump into the couch. He trusts his shishou to guide him as he's pushed further, kissed down into the black seat. Their kiss breaks with Reigen kissing up his temple to his flicking ear, turning him over onto his stomach.

Hands under his chest. He squirms a little by the incessant licking of his ear until buttons pop open, startled to alert as Reigen yanks his gakuran off his shoulders and around his arms. He lets his deshi's ears go to bury his mouth around the exposed neck with a half-muffled growl.

"Mob...Mob, you smell so good, made for me..."

"S-Shishou, you said...nmh, y-you shouldn't, ah, touch there..."

His breathing is thin, but heavy, growing dizzy with the scent of pheromones flooding off his shishou. Pheromones of someone that wants to mate him, mark him, claim possession over him. He doesn't need to see behind to be aware of his shishou's arousal.

His body reacts on its own, keening, exposing his frail neck further for Reigen's mouth. There's just the lightest of bites –harder before he withdraws his teeth, licks the marks, restrains. Doesn't puncture. The pull and push of it is driving Mob too far, tears in his eyes, squirming his thighs between his shishou's while trying to offer his neck up.

Mob brushes his fingers to his nape, the flushed and licked wet skin, peeking over his shoulder with big, dewy, hooded eyes.

"...please leave a mark we can't hide."

His shishou's eyes are wild, lit aflame with something feral, breathing him in. Mob yelps and his tears roll over as Reigen finally digs his teeth into the back of his neck, harder, harder – like a barrier, the skin punctures, and both of them moan with the give and take.

Reigen's body ruts into his squirming one, lapping his tongue over the skin that's held in his fangs to soothe the pain of it. Mob's panting is thin through the shock sparking through his body, pooling in his stomach, running as saliva off his lips.

His hands move like trying to crawl away, and Reigen pins them by taking both into one of his. Mob's ears twitch listening to his shishou's belt come undone, followed by the zipper and the button. His own pants don't get the same treatment – he squeaks as the back of them gets pulled over the mound of his butt.

What meets his bare skin is fabric –the fabric of his shishou's underwear. The flesh on the other side of it is so hard and hot his hips squirm. Reigen ruts into the cleft of his butt, and he keens and whines to lure him deeper, between his thighs, against the length of his body.

His neck stings, but there's a heat, something hotter than he's felt yet. Melting in his stomach and making his body boneless.

Reigen groans and snarls louder the faster he thrusts into Mob's body, and Mob's hands squirm in his to squeeze onto him. His bite digs deeper as his hips rock and push into Mob's, and Mob's face presses into the couch, feeling rough pumps, spilling into slick boxers. His eyes snap shut as he does the same in his briefs –shaking against the couch seat while feeling the heat of his shishou's come melt against his skin, the flushed and exposed flesh of his butt and twitching rim.

Reigen's teeth are bloody and drool-slick when he draws his mouth off Mob, slobbering tired apologies into his shoulder with hungry kisses, heavy knot pressing into Mob's ass and between their bodies for relief.

Mob would appreciate the words if he could make them out. He's busy on 7th heaven, his insides squeezing so hard it feels dizzying. He came without shishou touching –without even being inside.

Just feeling his knot press into him like this makes him feel like he can't take anymore.

Reigen rests his body over his and laps the punctured glands between kisses, squeezing their crossed fingers together.

"...how're you feeling?"

"...good...hurts a little..."

Reigen kisses his neck again. It feels warm, soothing to his hurt flesh. "We'll put...something on as soon as I can, okay."

Bandaids won't be big enough to cover the punctures or the pressure-broken veins. They'll need an actual gauze around Mob's neck, too high to hide under his gakuran. Mob's family will know the moment he walks home. It will most likely leave an obvious marking scar.

Mob's tired, trembling fingers trace his nape for the sorest spots. Reigen kisses the back of his hand as he does, nuzzling his nose to Mob's ears. He purrs from the affection and from finding the ache he was looking for – Real punctures in his neck, marked by Reigen's teeth.

Of course he's happy.

Two answers! The original was that writing stories was much easier than drawing them. I wrote constantly when I was a teen, but then my at-the-time hyperfocus ended, and I slowed down for many years.

Skip to 2022. Reimob was, at the time I was joining the party, much rarer compared to mobrei. I'd lurked as a fan for about a year so I was well aware of the preference divide, but I had a "...I wrote that one fic. I could try to publish it" -moment. "Maybe there's people like me that want reimob. Maybe folks will like it more if there IS more."
Of course, I was terrified and prepared to bolt in case people laughed me out of the room, but everyone was nice to me.

The inspiration to start writing again was that I decided to make the food I'd wanted to eat, and other people actually enjoyed it, so I got confident to keep going. Thanks, everyone💙

As a disclaimer I've always been bad at saying "top 1" choises, but I also have an absolute dogshit memory. As expected from my answers this is long.

For non-reimobs (but I view all with the lens because I can), I really enjoyed The Times They Are a Changin'. It's so fucked-up and dark. It's so well-written. Bad things look better just to get 500 times worse every time you think they can't get worse. It's open-ended. It haunted my thoughts for months after I read it and made me cry by thinking about it for a while after. I love suspence and dread and tragedy that lingers with you so badly it makes you nauseous, things you have to consciously open and look at, things you connect only after you sit thinking about them. This, too, is reimob to me.

In reimob Causeway is probably a common nominee and that's because It's So Good. The slow, perfectly paced and built tease for more, descriptions of physical contact and the feelings washed up by it, the slowing and snapping and rolling of heat and hunger and emotions throughout, explicitly horny over each other, over Reigen having wanted Mob from meeting to present...!! Listing it here made me go reread it and I feel l like I'll fucking explode. I can't write with that kind of restraint because I'm impatient when I'm writing but reading it is the BEST. Every chapter that draws things out is a blessing.

Overgrown Lapdogs and their Morbid Curiosities has been one that makes me rush to Ao3 with any updates too. I never really cared for the larger part of BDSM before, but learning about things within that subject in a fic setting is fun. And I love to see those idiots stumbling their way into lovers. Ekubo's dynamic with them both is hilarious.

For oneshots I've read Can't Help Falling in Love With You often just for their silliness. Sunscreen Shame is also really tasty, so shameful, so debaucherously heated... Honestly I've read Pipeworks a lot of times too.

Relic is a dark one, hitting that tragedy aspect with so much love entwined with it. The Bullying Mob Via Time Travel, Sorry -series, Body and Spirit, and Doghouse are some with darker kinks(/tops) I've liked.

I don't think there is a type to fics I enjoy reading. Mob has broadened my horizons a lot.