Every "fights With ___ X Reader" Fic Starts So Srs And Vague And I Get A Little Scared To Find Out What

every "fights with ___ x reader" fic starts so srs and vague and i get a little scared to find out what they're fighting ab and it's always something like this 😭

thinking about arguing with husband!gojo. it’s funny because he’s the strongest sorcerer alive with several other, more wicked enemies harboring one sided hate for him, yet he’s anxiously glancing at you every now and then as you hiss at him. you’re the only one who can make him doubt his strength.

he usually finds you cute when you’re mad, but right now he doesn’t really appreciate the way your face is scrunched up and how you’re yelling at him.

it’s not his fault. he thinks you’re being so dramatic.

“you’re laughing at me,” you deadpan. “why do you never take things i say seriously?”

“because i honestly don’t think it’s that serious,” he fires back, and your eyes narrow. oh, fuck.

arguing with your husband is never fun. it’s probably because the both of you are stubborn; you’re stubborn because you’re simply right all the time, and satoru’s stubborn because if you’re not right, then he is.

you pause for just a second, but it’s enough to sprout a moment of extreme tension between you and your husband.

“right,” you scoff after you inhale sharply. “you just don’t care, do you?”

“don’t fucking say that,” satoru snaps. “i do care. that’s why i’m here.”

it takes everything in you to not shoot him another death glare. “so i should be thankful for the bare minimum?”

satoru blinks. he would’ve flinched, but he refuses to let you have that sort of power over him. “i’m not giving the bare minimum.”

“yes you are,” you argue back, voice straining as you swallow a lump of anger down the back of your throat.

the both of you are still. it feels like an eternity passes before the anger in you wanes. you’re exhausted and this fight with satoru is surely going to make the both of you upset enough to not talk for the rest of the night.

“i’m sorry that i’m not good enough,” satoru says, breaking the silence. you’ve never heard his voice so small, so pathetic—he’s never, ever shown you this side of him, and you’re starting to feel that dreading pit of guilt tug at your gut.

“that’s not what i meant,” you force yourself to say, sighing.

“but that’s what you’re thinking,” satoru mumbles. he avoids looking at your face.

“no it’s not,” you deny. “it’s never been about that.”

satoru gives you a wary look. “then what is it about? because i’ve done everything i can.”

“everything? really?” you sneer. “do you even love me anymore?”

silence. satoru swears he can hear your heart break.

“baby, don’t say that,” he groans, “c’mon, we were ten points away from three stars. that’s a single plate—one you didn’t turn in because you somehow forgot how to dash!”

you whip around to glower at satoru, your face twisting into an offended expression. “you set the kitchen on fire! how could i do something like serving a dish if the kitchen is on fire?!”

“baby, it’s the same button that it always has been this entire game!” he whines. “and you set the kitchen on fire! you keep forgetting to take the rice off the stove!”

you sigh exasperatedly, crossing your arms to act like some sort of shield between you and satoru’s (truthful) words.

“but you don’t chop up your stupid fish!” you protest. “so i end up doing five things at once!”

satoru opens his mouth to speak, but he knows you’re in the right. he opts to click his tongue instead.

“and every time i asked for help,” you add, frowning, “you just kept bringing out more of the dumbass cucumbers! we don’t have counter space for that!!!”

“that’s for prep to maximize our sushi making! throw it on the floor!”

“are you kidding me? that’s so unsanitary!”

“it’s a game!”

you’re both panting by the end of the fight. you’re biting down on your inner cheek and satoru is scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly.

“… sorry,” he mumbles. “i won’t bring out cucumbers anymore. and i’m also sorry for being mean about you not knowing how to dash.”

“good,” you huff. “‘cause i was seriously not gonna play anymore.”

“and…?” he prods, nudging you in your ribs. you can tell what he wants just by the sound of his voice.

“and i’m sorry for getting mad at you even though you’re doing you’re best at carrying me in this game…” you murmur, rolling your eyes.

satoru’s face brightens and he places a wet kiss on your cheek. “you’re forgiven.”

“love you, dummy.”

“love you too, baby.”

“no more cucumbers unless the ticket calls for them,” you remind him pointedly.

“yes, chef!”

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Mint mint mint PLEASE tell me you will one day elaborate on how reader is MARRIED when she gets with Obi. Does he know?? Are human marriages so different from dragonborn marriages that he does not truly see you as married?? Does he ever feel guilt, thinking that he took you away from man who could actually give you children?? Please quell my thoughts before i faint!!

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PAIRINGS ✩ — Plug!connie X Hyperfem!black!reader

PAIRINGS ✩ — plug!connie x hyperfem!black!reader

WARNINGS ✩ — ts kinda nasty when I think abt it, sub!connie, handjob, kissing, smoking, cum eating, daddy kink

CONNIE’S back laid in between your thighs, his head resting on your stomach. You were sat up, resting all your weight on the headboard. Your pink acrylic nails wrapped around Connie’s neck.

You were bent over as you pressed kisses onto Connie’s cheek, your fenty lipgloss staining his cheek. Connie laid comfortably, counting money.

Summer Walker quietly played from the tv. You lightly bit Connie’s cheek before sucking on the spot. Connie liked being absolutely smothered in your love plus it felt kind of good.

Your hums to ‘Anna Mae’ vibrated onto Connie’s cheek, your nails lightly grazing his neck.You released his cheek, the spot looking light reddish.

“Oops” You gave the spot one more kiss. “I gave you a hickey” He turned his head towards you.

“You tryna have people think you beat on me and shit” he laughed, wrapping a band around the stack.

“You are so cute I just wanna eat your face” You dragged your acrylic nail down his face, tapping his nose. You squished his cheeks together before kissing his pouted lips multiple times. You didn’t give him any time to speak, just suffocating him with your affection.

“You’re so good to me. Always taking care of me, can I take care of you pa?” You innocently ask, your lips still brushing against his. His eyes close and you can feel his body melt into yours, feeling a little needy. “Yeah” he softly breathed out.

The way this big ass angry tattooed drug dealer was being held by you, feeling so so vulnerable. You ran your hands down his white tee, pulling it up slightly. You rubbed at his lower stomach, pulling a groan from Connie.

“Gonna make you feel really good” You kissed at Connie’s neck as he tilted his head, giving you access to his sensitive neck.

Your hand reached under his grey sweats, rubbing his length over his boxers. You could hear small whiny breaths coming from Connie as you slipped your hand under the band. You tugged his heavy hard length out into sight. His tip pink and leaking, the base fading into a darker brown. Both of you guys were focused on what you were doing to him. He licked his lips, making them glossy and wet.

“Why do you have to be so cute, sexy, and adorable?” You kissed his wet lips. Connie was too focused on your hand stroking his dick. Your smooth palm twisting right on his tip, getting his pre-cum all over your hand.

You watched as you mindlessly sucked on Connie’s neck, starting to fasten your pace.

“Ay coño” Connie breathed out, his hips bucking into your hand.

“Does it feel good?” You squeeze him at the base of his cock.

“mhmm” He nods his head. You smile before repeating his famous saying, “Use your words”

Connie gasped as your thumb rubbed over his tip, circling around. “Yeah.. y-yes fuck” Connie’s thighs clenched, feeling so good. The bottom of his white tee was clenched between his teeth, trying to refrain from moaning as loud as he wants to.

You took notice of that, “Don’t do that daddy I wan’ hear you” Connie’s cock pulsed at the petname.

“Say it again” Connie whined as you tortured his tip with your hand.

“You gonna cum daddy?” You now have both hands twisting up and down his cock. Connie’s chest heaved up and down as his toes curled in his socks.

“Y-y…esss” Connie went limp in your hands, his cum oozing out of his tip. You slowly twist and squeeze his base, making sure to empty his fully.

You hear Connie wince as you still stroke his cock. You let go, looking at all of the cum on your hand.

You bring your hand up to Connie’s mouth, his tongue licking up alll his cum. Connie was pretty shocked at the action, his cock rising once again.

“How ‘bout I ride you until you cry” You suggest to Connie, your boobs all in his face.

What a horny monster he created

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