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Death Of A Marriage

Miguel O'Hara x Reader ♡ Angsty Drabble

Word on the street is the O’Hara’s are getting a D.I.V.O.R.C.E.

You're still not certain when it all began.When the nights of heated passion turned to little more than oceans of cool sheets between the most familiar of strangers. 

Miguel became intimately familiar with his tablets and gizmos. Hands that had once handled and worshiped your body with the tender care of a sculpture found themselves slowly and steadily becoming more familiar with the coffee maker and an endless deluge of increasingly complicated and intricate puzzles. 

The signs had been there, you suppose. One late night at the office turned into practically every night of the week. The habit of twisting your engagement ring when nervous slowly died- along with your desire to wear it at all. One excuse to leave your ring on the bathroom counter turned into it taking a permanent vacation from your finger. 

Somewhere along the way those looks of longing and desire turned to nothing more than the briefest meeting of the eyes. Always shuttered and always closed off to conversation. You’re not certain when the desire to even know how he felt died but it had. 

Somehow, across the growing ocean of silence carefully built between you, you’d grown cold. By any estimation that turned out to be a blessing as it made his early morning admission over coffee easier to bear. 

“I want Dana.” 

To his credit, Miguel has attempted to look contrite as he informed you of his desire to fuck his ex wife. Tired eyes searching for salvation in his cooling coffee, tie askew, and hair haphazardly styled. In the past - before the tired numbness had set in- you might have teased him that your own hands had done a better job at styling his hair during a moment of passionate embrace. 

Now… now you found only the limited energy to bring your mug to your lips and study him blandly over the brim. 

“You want a divorce?” The words sounded hollow to your own ears, a faint whisper of passion long dulled. His eyes met yours, equally bland and equally shuttered. 

“Yeah.” 

“Okay.” 

From his expression that hadn’t been the response he’d expected. Though, given the lengthy apathy between you, you hardly understood how he could’ve expected any other. 

“That’s all you got to say?” His eyes flickered with the barest hint of heat. Your own eyes dipped numbly to his fingers and how they tightened about the mug- but this was the titanic, and that buoy wasn’t going to rescue him. 

“What do you want me to say, Miguel?” 

Miguel flinched. It's been so long since he’d heard you call him by his full name. Not since the early months of your relationship. 

“I don’t know.” A hand scrubbed down his face in frustration. 

There were lot’s of words in the back of your mind that you’d like to have said. Would have loved to have the energy to say. 

‘I hope you’re happy with Dana.’ 

‘I really hope it works out this time, Migs, cause if it doesn’t, I won’t be here for you to come crawling back…again.’ 

But these words died like everything else along the currents of apathy. 

The death of a marriage. Just like that. It died with little ceremony. Papers were signed. Boxes were packed.

You still haven’t figured out between you how to explain to Gabriella that she’d see little of you, but her parents were giving it another go. Conchata was thrilled- she’d never much cared for you. 

The death of a marriage. Did most die with a bang? Was the funeral announced with fireworks and fights? Not yours. Yours faded like the faintest of memories. It passed with little more than a wet squelch as it slid to the floor and breathed its last. 

Word on the street is the O’Hara’s are D.I.V.O.R.C.E.D.

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which one of your favs can't handle a playful little chase around the apartment without turning you over on your belly after they catch you and fucking you prone

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Heavily making out with an intent, greedy Barou on your shared couch (with him laid out comfortably beneath you) and he just gets soo into it, so reeled by the sweet lingering taste of your essence on his tongue, that he grabs you by the back of your neck to deepen the heated, breathy intoxicating exchange of entangled tongues and shorten breaths. Heftily grumbles out steep vibrating growls against your slick sweetness, thick fingers entangling and weaving deep into your scalp, pushing you further and further. ♡

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Ok chat, I lied. Ex’s to lovers will alwayssss be my #1 favorite trope! Idk, there’s just something sooo reeling about the imminent clawing tension, the aching yearning to be together again but know they can’t…the desperate longing and gazing at each other, lovingly, tenderly and getting crazyyy jealous of the new spouse/love interest entering their lives. UGHHH I JUST LOVEEE THE DRAMA AND TENSION!! especially the searing jealousy that comes with it! >:33

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You go to bed all bundled up in freshly washed sheets and a peaceful, soundless night. And the next morning you wake up to overwhelming warmth and gentle touches on the slope of your hips and waist. Jolting frantically to the sudden touches and realizing your two graceless ex’s all cozied up against you.

Suguru in front of you and Satoru nestled ever so closely against your back. You groan in irritation and curse them out to high heaven to leave your proximity and space! But as stubborn and invasively clingy and simple minded (obsessed with you is more like it) — they simply bask you with their two bulked bodies and drown you entirely with prominent muscles and searing touches of wide, wandering hands.

Random thought before sleep idk lol the boys don’t know boundaries with their lovely ex that they’re clearly not/can’t get over and it’s hilarious. 💀😭

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Stoppp why is this funnyyy?? 😂😂💀😭😭😭

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Need to know what he's hair care routine 😩.

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I will be mostly focusing on my new blog! If anybody wants to keep up with my bleh writing they’ll be on -> @sugurusangxl 🥰😚💗

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I don’t WANT a career. I want to cuddle and sleep and eat and read and create and love and be loved.

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How I look at grown ass adults who write smut of MINORS and then putting MDNI like they arent writing literal child porn:

(This is pointed at JJK writers, yall are in your late 20s and early 30s and writing smut of minors half your age, be better.)

And no just because you age them up it doesnt make it right, it shows that YOU HAVE TO AGE THEM UP and that YOU KNOW ITS WRONG

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No, but 🍃💨 me was onto something here 🥴😩🖤💜

Rockstar drummer Choso, who has beautiful inky tattoos, wears those ripped sleeveless tanks and has rippling biceps that tremor with every hit to his drums, oh how I love you so 💜

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❝ BUT, YOU’RE PREGNANT! ❞ — gojo satoru

mdni, fem!reader, suggestive, 0.8k wc, established relationship, satoru’s pregnant wife who can’t keep her hands off him, teeny tiny bit of exhibitionism (reader palms his bulge in public), failed self-restraint, satomi (selfship) coded cuz we’re both desperate for each other :’) reposted from old blog

you’re far along now, and satoru swears that the more your stomach grows with his child, the hornier you get.

he had to keep on his toes around you in order to not get you so worked up. the pregnancy hormones were really getting to you, and you lashed out at him or cried over every little inconvenience. but what he had to be most careful about was the way he touched you.

if his hand lingered a little too long on your waist — the intention wholeheartedly innocent — you’d somehow take that as an invitation to palm his bulge. it’s happened numerous times recently—even in public!

his poor, pregnant wife had no shame nowadays. yeah, he’s done his fair share of groping your ass when others were around, but it was always under a private eye, secret giggles shared between the two of you.

unfortunately, you had picked up the habit of doing it out in the open. he couldn’t count the amount of times people would gawk in horror, all while you continued to browse the baby section, unbothered, as if you hadn’t squeezed his balls like a stress toy in front of dozens of people. maybe you were an exhibitionist?

either way, it was clear your thoughts only consisted of three things as of late: eat, sleep, and fuck.

how could he resolve this? he wanted to cry. this wasn’t fair! why couldn’t you be this thirsty for his cock when you weren’t pregnant? never in his life would he have thought you could out-freak him. and as badly as he wanted to fuck you senseless in return, he had to be gentle—cautious. sex was increasingly dangerous at this stage — according to the doctor after a long night of abusing your needy cunt — and you were driving him to the brink of madness with the way you were acting.

tensions were higher than they’ve ever been, neither of you speaking or acting on it. however, things came to ahead one morning while he was leaving for work. like usual, he stood by the door in his suit, prepared to head out after your usual once-over. it was a domestic routine he looked forward to every morning despite him whining in your ear about how he was going to be late, watching you softly as you “fix” his collar for the millionth time.

satoru wasn’t stupid. he could tell you were stalling for more time with him, not-so discreetly using it as an excuse to touch him. and don’t think he doesn’t notice how you’re practically sniffing him like an animal in heat. he knew just how much you loved the scent of his cologne, and it was as if you couldn’t help yourself around him when you caught a whiff of it.

now, here’s the part where he may have messed up. after your initial aggressive arousal towards him — plus with the advice the doctor gave him on the down low — he made sure to no longer kiss you on the lips in your current state, and instead, opted for your cheek. when you hand him his lunch, he leans himself down to your height, lips puckered to plant a chaste peck on your soft skin.

though, what he hadn’t expected was for you to outmaneuver him, slapping both hands on the sides of his head, tugging him close to the point that he stumbles as you begin to utterly ravish his mouth.

“mff—!”, satoru sputters in protest against your lips, eyes wide open in shock. his lunch slips from his hand, the bag falling to the ground with a thud. shaky hands hover over your waist, your protruding stomach pressing against his hard abdomen as move against him as sensually as you can.

he doesn’t touch you back just yet, but you force him to. gripping his wrists, you bring his large hands up to palm your round, tender breasts that swelled throughout these past few months. your soft, cherry-flavored lips moved against his in desperation, and he finally responds back, moaning into your mouth with just as much fervor, squeezing the plump flush of your soft tits. the whimper you let out to the massage sends a shudder down his spine and goes straight to his cock.

you pull back, and he finds himself chasing after your lips until you plant a firm hand on his chest. his breathing is ragged, pupils dilated as satoru stares down at you through his blindfold. he takes in the sight of your kiss-swollen lips and furrowed brows, certain he appeared just as flustered.

before he can utter a word, you gaze up at him through your lashes, a cheeky glint in your eyes that he knows all too well.

“stay.” you pout, and he almost finds the willpower left in him to say no—

“please?”

you didn’t have to ask him twice.

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Get Him Outta Here

Smau: in which the jjk men are your roommates in a modern au and you have a male guest over Warnings: cursing, fem!reader, possessiveness, territorial men Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna

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made a new account, don't know if I want to keep this one or not :)

it's > sugurusangxl ♡

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Buying you flowers to put in your hair so you look like a pretty fairy while I'm fucking you raw