Could You Possibly Write Something About Cuddling With Reigen? Just Something Really Fluffy And Sweet

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Making Sukuna whimper is just about as hard as getting him to admit that he loves your company even as a "puny lil' human."

Because you know that he can do it - he knows that he can do it. Yet any time he gets just a tad too overstimulated, just a few tears slipping through the cracks of his eyes, he's using the unfair advantage of four beefy arms and an extra mouth to make you just as sensitive.

But oh, how badly you want to hear him whimper.

And it's only after hours upon hours of him ruining you, when he's so drunk on your pussy and the way your hips come slamming down - that Sukuna has it in himself to utter - "S-still not done, brat?"

You didn't expect it. He didn't expect it. Didn't have an idea for the life of him the sheer affect that saying no, you just "want an heir" would have on him.

If you hear him let out a tiny gasp - just the tiniest, followed by a shaky, shrill "F-fuck." - then you didn't. Nope, you didn't hear that don't be ridiculous. Now listen to what he says n' turn around so that you don't see more of the tears in his eyes that accompany that whimper.

edging choso. thank you for listening 👍

꒰১ cw. fem reader, cowgirl, mdni.

“my g—god,” choso huffs out in short breathy pants, his breathing became shallow—almost as if it came with ease, a straining exhale snatches from his throat as he leans back. you’re riding him, sensually grinding your hips against him to where his droopy eyes roll way back into the depths of his cranium. “more, more, moreee,” he pleads with crimson red lips, two big hands stuck to your waist. he was so whiney, with the way you rode him until he clung onto his final breaths—how could he not moan out a whimper or two . . ?

it’s sloppy, the way your ass moves up and down against him— he’s so thick too, such length to him that the stretch just comes so easily. callused fingertips roughly dig into your skin and his head throws back the moment his tip thrashes against your most sweetest spots. you feel it and he feels it too. “choso, how’s it feel baby? feels good?”

“uh huh, uh huh,” he’d immediately nod, half lidded eyes and he looks so cute— his entire body felt hot, he can’t help but pull you into a steamy kiss. the feeling of your warm lips mashing against his was enough to make him get off, so warm. his thighs start to pang, the undersides of them tense and he knows in the back of his mind that he’s about to dump yet another load right into you. “uh,” he whines, departing away just to see the sheeny cobweb of spit leave from your lips. choso was horrible with eye contact— he’s panting heavily before he moans out that sweet familiar, “princess ‘m gonna cummm.”

but that’s right when you amp up your speed, the piston of your hips only grow quicker— he bites his tongue, feeling a twinge of arousal brew up before he’s hitting you deep. the crownhead of his cock only tickles against your clit before right when he’s about to sink into his release,

you . . . stop.

choso inhales . . then exhales, he’s confused..

a cute perplexed expression with a pout before his eyebrows curl up. “. . wha-” he croaks and his voice cracks as you just sit there. your attention suddenly aims at coating the inner part of his chin with a plethora of sweet kisses. mwah after mwah, he moans from your touch before finishing his sentence. “why’d you stop? why—why?”

“not yet, baby.” you coo, pressing a kiss near the pierced lobe of his ear.

he frowns at that, balls deep and he was so close, so so close…

he wanted to pump you full, choso’s mouth felt dry, the inside of it felt equivalent to the sahara. he’s always had a hard time being told no and he was adorable. “n-not yet?” he repeats, soft big arms wrapping around your waist. you lean into his bare chest before giggling. you were panting yourself, heave after heave leaving your lungs as you glance into his darkened irises. “but why?”

“because,” you kiss near his neck, then his chin, then finally . . his mouth. a lewd moan escapes from his throat at your touch, he loved your kisses more than anything. his dick twitches inside of you and your tender touch only drives him more crazy. warm breath wafts against his skin and he moans again, your touch was truly his worst enemy. out of all the enemies he’s been in battle with, a simple touch or kiss from you was simply choso kamo’s weakness. “because, i want you to wait a little. is that a problem?”

“oh . . !” he cutely mutters, a sheepish smile on his lips.

he gulps, finding your sudden dominance a bit hot — dark pools of aroused eyes gaze into yours before he scoots you closer against his lap. with a low soft tone, he rasps a, “g-guess not,” and he swallows the invisible lump in his throat, feeling your pussy soak him dry. “if my love wants me to wait, i’ll w-wait.”

“you’re such a good boy, ‘cho.”

“hey, don’t call me that though. please.”

you titter, peppering a kiss towards the corner of his lips.

his mouth quivers, always so weak for any amount of kisses that you give him. he’s so grateful, the warmth that you always provide him, whether it’s being inside of you or simply sharing a sweet kiss with you, you were really his kryptonite.

“i thought you liked when i praised you?”

“i— i do,” he protests, jaw tightening as you move a bit more with him still stuffed inside of you. his cock continues to pulsate and it feels so good. but being edged felt different, something surges within him as if he was most definitely on pause mode. “it’s just . . it’s embarrassing. ‘m supposed to call you good. ‘cause y’know, you’re my good girl.”

you giggle once more, wrapping your arms around him—trying to stall as much time as you could and it was working.

“but whenever you say it, it’s just cute.”

“hmph,” he pouts, a cute tint flushing towards his cheeks before he pulls you even closer. “baby,” he questions out, snapping back to lewd reality. his head throws back as he feels the same throb stir up inside of him. a thumb strums alongside your back before he pants. “can i cum now? i waited, i just wanna fill you up— please. let me cum, okay?”

another chaste kiss goes against his lips, he whines from the contact your mouth goes against his. so sweet, you’re so close to him that you can hear him swallow and he stares at you with glossy eyes, reddened lips just shuddering from your movement.

“pretty please,” you whisper. “say that ‘n you can cum.”

“. . . babyyy,” he groans, reaching to grab onto the headboard and it’s unintentionally sexy— the way his veins on his arms pulse and bulge, a whimper drags out his throat before he finally gives in. “fuck, okay okay. fuck just, pretty please. pretty please, can i finish inside you? please.”

with the way you’re straddling him— keeping his throbbing idle cock between your gummy walls, he was about to risk it all. “okay,” you comply with a soft voice, gently stroking your thumb against his neck. “you can cum, baby. don’t waste it.”

“i won’t. promise, promise.” he purrs out, both hands going towards your bare ass. he squeezes it tightly before once you give him permission, he’s floating on cloud fucking nine. “fuh—fuckk,” he breathes, melting into a puddle once you take the time to plant a kiss near the bridge of his nose where his darkened scar remained. it shot up, arose— and it was so much. his heart pounds, a rapid heart beats through his ear before finally, he finishes.

thick velvety ropes pour right into your womb— it shoots out in such a hot way that you’re spasming, you feel each spurt and you hug him tightly. “make me feel s-so good, princess,” he pants, entirely out of breath. he’s shaking underneath you, lip quivering from the way his cum slowly but surely fills you up to the brim. your pussy’s flooded, sweltering with nothing but the hefty amounts of his cum before he bites into your neck softly. “thank you, t-thank you.”

“what for, baby?” you mutter in a hushed tone, watching as he brings his head back up to look at you with sweet droopy eyes.

choso shivers, your words only making him ten times more hard as he pulses inside of you still.

“for . . for making me a messy boy,” and he swallows, eyes closing for a brief second. “fine. fine,” and your eyebrows furrow at what he means before he whimpers into your neck, gentle breath bristling against your skin. “i . . . a-admit it, ‘m your good boy,” he moans, a hand grabbing your ass for the umpteenth time before he sheepishly huffs. “can— can we do that again though? pretty please?”

make me cum till i lose my mind ! — sub!choso

synopsis — spicy headcanons for our good boy sub!choso

content — hair pulling, tears, choking, whimpering, handcuffs, overstimulation, edging, hickeys, cuddle sex, begging, biting, sex toys

info — MDNI 🔞, if you have any suggestions for headcanons/prompts, comment or reblog!

A/N — hope y’all enjoy this! thinking abt morning sex w choso since it’s 7 am and was inspired LOL

sub! choso who looks up at you with tears in his eyes begging you to cum

sub! choso who whimpers whenever you praise him

sub! choso whose super loud during bed and moans your name whenever he’s about to cum

sub! choso who secretly likes being choked

sub! choso whose neck is the most sensitive part of his body and loves hickeys

sub! choso who likes having his hands handcuffed behind his back while you’re riding him, begging to touch you

sub! choso who likes being overstimulated to the point of crying

sub! choso who lovesssss cuddle sex

sub! choso who likes being edged

sub! choso - who cant control himself when you wear lacey clothing

sub! choso who can go round after round no matter how many times he’s came

sub! choso who bites your shoulder during sex whenever he’s too loud

sub! choso who likes having toys used on him by you during sex

sub! choso who likes having his hair pulled 🤭

sub! choso who cuddles you and never lets go after sex

REEEEEAAALLLL

He looks so tired I need to fuck him

Craving the most absolutely tooth rotting fluff known to mankind rn 🙏

wanna hear him moaning and whimpering as he keeps nutting inside me and can't stop :(((

Me after clicking a p link thinking it was a fic rec.

Jumpscare.

♱ | sub! choso. dom! reader. begging. mild overstim. riding.

choso melts under your touch.

his head’s thrown back against the pillows, dark hair spilling everywhere in a messy halo. flushed cheeks, parted lips, and those glassy eyes looking up at you like you hung the stars. he whimpers every time your fingers graze over his hips, the anticipation alone making his cock twitch where it sits, flushed and leaking, against his stomach.

“you’re being so good for me,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss the curve of his neck, licking up a bead of sweat. “look at you. such a mess already.”

he keens at the praise, hips lifting off the bed like instinct. you press your palm against his stomach, grounding him.

“ah—fuck, i’m trying,” he breathes, voice shaky and hoarse. “please… i need you.”

your fingers wrap around the base of his cock, slow and deliberate, and he groans—loud and needy—like it’s too much and not enough all at once. his thighs tremble under your weight, muscles taut, barely hanging on.

“you’ll get it,” you promise, stroking him just enough to make his eyes flutter. “but not until you ask me nicely.”

his bottom lip wobbles, and you can tell he’s close to begging—desperate, undone, totally yours. “please,” he gasps. “please, i wanna cum—been good, haven’t i? i didn’t touch myself like you told me not to. i waited.”

your lips brush against his jaw. “yeah, baby,” you whisper. “you’ve been perfect.”

and when you finally sink down onto him, he sobs.

his hands fist the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping him grounded. you let out a soft moan at the stretch, and he nearly loses it right there—eyes rolling back, mouth falling open in a wrecked, breathless sound.

“oh my god,” he pants, looking up at you like he’s praying. “feels so—so good. can’t think.”

you grind your hips down, and his whole body jolts. “then don’t,” you whisper. “don’t think. just feel me.”

his hands eventually find your hips, gripping tight—not to guide you, but to ground himself, because he’s trembling beneath you, trying so hard not to cum too fast. his cock twitches inside you with every squeeze, every roll of your hips, and you can feel how badly he wants it.

“cum for me, choso,” you murmur against his lips. “show me how good i make you feel.”

and when he finally does—shuddering, whining, gasping your name like a prayer—you kiss the tears off his cheeks and tell him how pretty he looks when he falls apart just for you.

sub! choso save. save me sub! choso.

Thinking of a man moaning "thank you" when he finally gets to cum inside 💕