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slutty nanami

like nanami kento but a raging filthy whore

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All I want for Christmas is to be folded like a lawn chair and railed until there's a permanent imprint of my body in the mattress of a fictional man.

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Worship🛐

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After a shower 🤭

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champagne kisses

f1 driver!nanami kento x fem!reader

✩ synopsis: your husband kento is a famous formula one driver, having won four world championships. this race was the deciding factor if he won the championship or not for the fifth time

✩ WARNINGS: just fluff and mentions of alochol (champagne)

✩ NOTE: listen i am a HUGE f1 fan so if the terminology confuses you i'm sorry but i need to write this so bad!

✩ LINK FOR POST THAT INSPIRED THIS [f1 driver kento]

kento thrived off pressure, you both knew that. having dominated the season so far and breaking records along the way, your husband was fifty-seven laps away from winning his fifth world title.

when he came onto the scene, he was a young and scrapy driver who was plopped in a top three car as a rookie. he won his first race he raced in formula one at seventeen, he wasn't even allowed to drink the champagne awarded to him.

being so young winning caused many eyes to fall on him. his talent shone and made him a talent that no one has seen in years. it also didn't help that he was so quiet outside the track but on the track, he'd yell into his comms telling his race engineer how the brakes are fucked, or the tyres are shit. if he was complaining, his team knew something was wrong but he always managed a win.

his qualifying position for the race was on pole, he had the fastest time so he had the first place on the grid. his car was lined on the grid while everyone watched anxiously in the garage. you had faith in kento. he knew what he was doing, especially if he was twenty seven years old with going to be five world championships and almost a hundred wins.

his start was good, pulling out in front of the mercedes and redbulls. he had a car up his ass in the first corner but he sped up and before he knew it, he was fifteen seconds ahead by the twenty first lap.

you watched your husband race like he's never raced before, flawless overtakes when he came back from the pitlane, new soft tyres giving him the edge over old hards that the redbulls were stuck on.

the team went to the pitlane wall once the final lap started, waiting for kento to cross it and win the championship. you ran out with them, it was his engineers and pit crew, along with some media people who clung to the metal railing. the smell of gas and burnt rubber was thick in the air, the rumbling noises of the engines almost bursted your eardrums.

but when his car came from around the last corner and he crossed the checkered flag in p1, all of that left your mind. you cheered loudly as you watch your husband's fists reach from above his cockpit and he threw them high. fireworks shot along the long drag of track, celebrating kento's win.

the crowd went wild, they loved and respected kento and it made you feel so emotional. you went to the parc ferme, where they held the ceremony celebration. you allowed the team to be front row while you stood with kento's race engineer and team principal.

when he pulled up and parked his car, he hopped out and gave a little fist bump to the air before running over to the crew, hugging them. he took a small break to breathe and slide his helmet off before he made his way to you. he had a wide smile on his face, his normally styled hair was messy with sweat. his hands were shaking from the adernaline rush as they cupped your cheeks.

kento pulled you in for a soft kiss and you reciprocated, smiling against his lips. you pulled back from the kiss and gave him a wide smile. "i'm so proud of you ken."

he kissed your forehead and whispered in your ear, "i couldn't have done it without you." he hesitated before moving away from you, he had to do the podium ceremony.

it was a few minutes until kento walked out and stood on the top step, his gaze looking over the packed crowd. you couldn't help the loving gaze you had while looking at him. they announced everyone and did national anthems before trophies were handed out.

that's when champagne started to fly, kento got soaked in it while the other two men laughed. eventually they stopped to get a picture before they left the podium.

that left you scrambling to find your husband, wearing his number and last name proud on your back. you felt a hand tug yours before you realized kento pulled you into his driver's room.

"oh, ken. you did so good, i'm so proud of you." he brought you in for another kiss, his hands sticky with champagne. he tasted of it too, before his tongue slid against yours softly. you parted your lips and he guided you to his thick legs.

when you pulled away for air, your foreheads were pressed against each other. kento's fingers played with your hair before he cupped the nape of your sweaty neck.

"i love you so much. you've stuck by my side through my best and my worst. you made me the man i am today." his words ached, making you long for him even more.

"i love you so much, kento. of course i'm going to be by your side. you earned this." his hands gripped you tighter. kento should be celebrating with his team and teammate. he should be getting blackout drunk then wake up early for interviews the next day.

instead you sat in his lap while he wore a big smile that made his eyes crinkle. it was genuine and your heart fluttered at the sight.

"we earned this."

"we did...we earn this."

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED <3 i love nanami and f1 so it was a perfect combo. sorry if it was a little rushed :(

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nanami is older by isabel larosa.

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Nanami’s entire gym routine revolves around his ability to fuck you. Let me explain:

His program is focused on the practical uses of his muscles.

-Hip thrusts with twice your weight so he can fuck you on his lap with ease.

-Bicep curls so his arms are strong enough to lift you, flip you, restrain you with no effort.

-Pushups and planks so he can maintain his position on top of you for as long as you’d like.

-Every variation of squats and lunges. Solid legs are the foundation for his ability to pound into you mercilessly. It also helps him pin your legs down when he puts you in a deep mating press.

-Squats are also for aesthetic reasons, he knows you can’t resist a nice ass on a man.

-Sit-ups so he can lift himself up to kiss you while you ride.

When he gets back from the gym he repeats his whole routine but this time he’s fucking you.

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your apartment fills with the mouthwatering scents of buckwheat and dashi as you begin to unpack the takeout that's just been delivered. but even with your stomach already growling, you pause, confused.

“kento?” you call to where he’s is leaning against the counter.

“yes, love?”

you count the boxes again, frowning. “why did you order three? is one for your other girlfriend?”

“of course not,” he replies, unfazed by your teasing accusation as he continues to scroll through his tablet. “she doesn't like soba.”

you throw a napkin in his direction when your see the small smirk curling on his lips, shutting off his tablet to look over at you.

you wait, watching him expectantly.

"it's…for yuuji.”

“ah,” you realize, unable to keep from smiling. “your protégé.”

“he’s more like my intern,” he corrects, taking two plates from the cabinet.

you grab a third, following him to the dining table to help him set up. “you fired your last intern because you didn’t like how he organized your files. yet this one is sukuna’s vessel, and you’re bringing him soba.”

nanami pulls out your chair, kissing the top of your head before settling in his own seat. "you don't approve."

"it's not about that. if you say he's not dangerous, of course i believe you.”

he looks at you for a moment, and you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he figures out what to say.

“i just…don’t want him to feel so alone,” he says softly. “you heard about what happened at the detention center. gojo’s trying to hide him from the higher-ups right now, but we don’t know how long that’ll last. he’s just a kid, and gojo’s has a lot going on. so i— i want to look out for him.”

he glances over at the takeout bag, where the third box is sitting. “i may not be able to protect him like gojo can, but i can at least make sure he’s eating.”

you know he’s been exhausted lately. you can see it in the lines on his face and the slight sag of his shoulders when he trudges home at the end of the day.

yet he still finds time to care for a student that’s not his own.

and oh, if that did not make your heart skip a beat, knowing you were loved by a man capable of such care. you can’t help but watch him, almost unable to wrap your head around how lucky you are.

“you’re staring, dear.”

you sigh loudly, rising from your seat to wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek. “i think my heart might burst if i find another reason to love you more than i already do.”

he takes your hand, pressing his lips to your engagement ring.

“you love me plenty already. which is why you’ve already set a third plate out to invite yuuji to eat with us, correct?”

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“and then nanamin charged in and chopped it up just like this—”

nanami watches you watch yuuji swing a single chopstick menacingly as he recounts their last mission.

“he just charged in, hm?” you ask calmly. “yuuji, you’ll tell me if my fiancé is being reckless, won’t you?”

“yes ma’am!”

the blond sits up, clearing his throat. “surely that’s not necessary.”

“he’s so stubborn, isn’t he?” you ask the boy sitting across from you, even rolling your eyes.

“sure is! he’s pretty bossy too.”

nanami’s scoffs as if he’s annoyed, but secretly…secretly he couldn’t be more pleased.

he’s always wanted to be a lot of things in his life. a good sorcerer, a good employee. a good man.

but all of those things he thought he needed to be to live a full life are irrelevant.

because nothing is more fufilling than being needed and being loved.

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I can tell who’s really played Baldur’s Gate 3 and who hasn’t by who mfs think is the horniest one or not. If a mf says “astarion” then I know they ain’t far because Astarion is flirtatious and catty, he’s not horny. Halsin is the horny one. Halsin is the biggest Hornball in the party. Mf those scars on his face are not from battle

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More bg3 sketches? Yeah! I have the brainworms, i have the tadpole and its winning

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Help I can’t stop painting this silly pale elf! 😫

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Miguel has night terrors about that night. The night he tried to save Gabi as she slowly died in his arms. But he will never admit it and he refuses to relive that day again.

So he doesn’t sleep…Ever

The moment he closes his eyes he sees her, hears her cries and begs for help. As he is standing there unable to help his baby girl his daughter his flesh and blood. So forgive him if he gets grumpy because his lack of sleep. He refuses to see her in distress again.

But if you can god knows get him to sleep, and specifically sleep next to you. It took a few attempts and reassurance for him to even think about it. And you know he finally decided to sleep because your pillows and shoulder is wet from his tears. As sobs wreck his body with a silent prayer living his lips.

And all you can do is lay there and comfort him. Let him hold you so tightly because he fears you will leave him too. He may not say I love you in public around others but hearing his cries and how his hands clutch your body for dear life is a silent I love you that’s worth more then speaking it to fruition.

Even the strong needs to cry. So in your shared bedroom as the moonlight gently illuminates the room, as your hands slowly rub his head and his face buried in your hair as the tears rolled down his face. Let him cry and hold you because he loves you.

(Sobbing he never left my mind)

#atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel x y/n #miguel x you #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o hara x you #miguel o'hara #sobbing #i’m sorry #this is sad

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I rushed to draw this, it was funnier in my head

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Boxer Miguel Boxer Miguel Boxer Miguel B-

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Miguel taking his daughter to spider HQ?

Miguel takes his daughter to HQ! How bad could it be?

✎ my brain is brewing with words

✎ fem reader!!

✎ send more ideas cuz my brain is in writing mode rn hehe

✎ oh miguel is also lil grumpy here bc why not

✎ ok thats all!! :p

Miguel is very hesitant to bring you to HQ. He doesn’t want to have you near harm's way. Plus, there would be nothing for you to do there so what’s the point?

Though, you’re persistent and didn’t take his no for an answer.

He eventually gave in when you roped Lyla into it. He couldn’t deal with two annoyances at once. (He means it endearingly)

So, he brings you to HQ—against his will

Your eyes sparkled with amazement as you took in the place. The area was huge. “This place is so cool!” You marveled. You look over to Miguel, beaming brightly. “This is awesome!” You whispered and yelled, your attention going back to the Spider-People who swung and walked by. Miguel shook his head in amusement, a smile pulling to his lips. As you continued to wander off, he noticed you were walking a little close to the edge. “Cuidado!” His webs shoot around your waist as you near the edge. He pulls you into his chest, letting out a relieved sigh. “You have to be careful when you’re walking around here.” He’s following you like a hawk after that.

Since it’s your first time there, everyone jumps to the assumption that you’re another Spider-Woman who Miguel or Jess recruited.

Miguel is quick to squander those ideas. He informs them that you’re his daughter and he’s showing you the place.

They all have to take a moment. They’re all like, “What? Miguel has a daughter?”

When they ask why he never told them, he responds by saying; “You never asked.”

“That’s your daughter?” Peter B. Parker was gagged. He couldn’t comprehend the fact that Miguel had a daughter. “How come you never talked about her?!” His eyes are blown wide and his jaw is slack. Like, Miguel O’Hara has a daughter?! “I do. You just don’t listen.” He grumbled out, sending an icy glare to Peter. Miguel does talk about you, it just gets overshadowed by how much Peter talks about Mayday. “What? When!?” Peter sputters out. “All the time.” You roll your eyes at Miguel’s cold behavior. “Papi, don’t be mean.” Miguel’s pinched expression visibly softens at your words, right when Miguel is about to apologize, Peter turns over to you excitedly. “Do you want to meet my daughter?” Miguel lets out a long sigh. “Mayday would love to meet you!” Peter grins. “Speaking of the little devil, where is she?” He looks around, lips downturned into a frown. He cups his hands around his mouth. “Mayday!” Another sigh leaves Miguel’s lips. “Mayday, honey! Where are you?” Miguel takes this opportunity to grab your shoulder and walk away from Peter. Once he’s far enough, he gives you a tense smile. “Oh, there you guys are! For a second I thought you ran away from me.” Peter swings right next to Miguel, Mayday sitting comfortably in her baby carrier. The smile on Miguel’s face drops. “Anyways, meet Mayday!”

Miguel dreads the moment when you have to meet Gwen, Miles, Pav, and Hobie. They always bug him about you, wondering when he’ll bring you over.

They’ve seen him see videos of you and him on his little holograms as he worked, he isn’t secretive about you.

Plus, whenever he gets the chance to talk about you, he doesn’t hesitate to start blabbering.

So they know pretty much almost everything about you.

Blame Miguel

“Miigueel,” Gwen dragged out his name teasingly as she swung in front of you and Miguel. “Is this who we think it is!” Pavitr was brimming with excitement as he dropped right next to Gwen. “Is this Miguel’s daughter?” Hobie raised a brow as he leaned an arm on Pav’s shoulder. “About time we meet her!” Miles smiled, giving you a friendly wave. You wave back, chuckling to yourself. Miguel dragged a hand down his face as he groaned dramatically loud. “Estos son los imbéciles de los que te sigo hablando.” Miles' face dropped to an offended look. “Really?” Miles says. Hobie furrowed his brows. “What did he say?” He looked over to Miles in confusion. Pavitr shrugged. “I don’t know but I don’t think it was a good thing.”

The whole tour was a headache for Miguel. He couldn’t stay in one place without Gwen offering a new place to head to, or Hobie asking questions on how you manage to have a dad like Miguel.

Pav was adding his commentary to certain situations which drove Miguel up the wall. Miles was trying to strike up a conversation with you, trying to impress you by speaking in Spanish.

Then Peter came along and the whole thing fell into chaos

“Hold Mayday real quickly. I need to take a picture of you two!” Peter handed you Mayday and she fumbled in your hands until you managed to rest her on your side. “Picture? Can I join!” Pavitr jumped right next to you, striking a dashing smile as he struck a pose. Miles and Gwen swarmed in the photo, settling around you and posing. Gwen did a peace sign while Miles did bunny ears on Gwen. Hobie lazily smiled, body halfway into the frame. “Hobie, get your whole body in the photo!” Peter motioned Hobie to move into the frame. “I don’t wanna.” Hobie shrugged. Peter sighed and let him be, gleefully saying “Cheese!” as he snapped a few photos. “Oh, MJ is gonna love this!” Peter mumbled to himself. Mayday looked up at you, cutely babbling in her baby language. Her chubby arm grappled onto your shoulder and pulled herself up with her inhuman baby strength. “Oh! Peter, she’s climbing on me!” You watch in horror as she settles on your shoulder, only to fall back and luckily get caught by Miguel. “Oh, don’t worry. She does that.” Peter waves it off, eyes glued on the photos. “Por Dios,” Miguel murmured under his breath.

When you got home, Miguel swore to himself that he’d never bring you back over there.

You went back to HQ a day later.

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A story where Miguel finally falls in love again only for his lover to be ripped from his arms again. He just healed he just learned how to love again and yet the world rips it away from him again!

He is wondering what did he do wrong for that every god to be against him if there even is a god. He just wanted to be loved to be held, to have a family. Yet twice he had die in his arms…WHY

Miguel can never love again maybe in a different universe he was happy. And when he finally dies he gets to see his loved ones finally after all those years. Perhaps a god takes pity on him and in his next life they allow him to fall in love, and as their eyes meet for the first time all the memories of their past lives flood their senses. So one look at the other and they know for certain that this is their lover they lost all those years ago

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o hara #miguel x you #miguel o hara x reader

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I watched the book of life again and I sobbed then my sister sent me a ss of someone who made a Miguel Ai inspired by the book of life and I sobbed even more.

All I have to say is hearing Miguel sing I Love You So Much during a moment of intimacy. I’m not talking like they just had mind numbing sex intimacy. But the I am so scared that if I let go of you and even blink once you will slip and vanish from my sight intimacy.

A moment where he realizes that he can’t lose you again that he has to tell you how he feels. That his silent prayers were finally heard, that your name was the name he was praying for just so you can be by his side one last time.

And that’s all he needs one last moment to hold you and never let you go. You are what makes him work so hard every day you are the life that fills his bones. The purpose of his mission. His reason for being.

Where there is life there is death

Where you go Miguel will always follow

A cycle of birth and renewal of death and heartbreak. But in every single universe there is always him and you.

#miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o hara #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o hara x reader #miguel x y/n #might delete later #im so so so sorry #i’m crying #sobbing