Petting A Mighty Fine Duck

| KENTO NANAMI + smut

important: this's my first time posting a fic of mine soo i'm a little nervous; english is not my first language; i'm still learning how to use Tumblr; i would love constructive criticizing!

⚠️ warnings: smut, unprotected sēx, minors DNI, power role, Dom!nanami + Brat!reader, aphrodisiac thing, secretary!reader, v. hole, f!reader. (Sorry if I forgot something)

Office in Shibuya

10:30 PM*

Nanami could feel everything around him, his breathing was heavy and irregular, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He needed something that only one person in his miserable office life could give him. Nanami needed his assistant.

He watched her from afar, like a man lost in the desert with no water source. Nanami felt his throat tighten when your gaze met his. For a moment, he forgot that the large glass walls had been covered so that no one could see him from the outside. He tried to convince himself that there was no reason beyond the obvious: merely a whim of his, just needing more privacy. But deep down, Nanami knew that he just wanted to avoid you seeing the things he did while looking at your desk.

"Ahh, Nanami... how long will you lie to yourself?"

How could he resist you? After all, months of short, tight skirts that hugged every inch and curve of your body... He thought, no, he convinced himself that it was just the uniform, and you had simply gotten the size wrong. Merely a divine gift: a pair of juicy thighs, a big ass. He knew you would take him whole, he had plenty to hold on to, whether he bent you over that fine wooden desk. Nanami wanted to break you, and he would succeed.

"Nanamin...?" A sweet voice interrupted his domain of sexual fantasies.

There he was, paralyzed, with a thick cock in his hand while his sweet secretary, the innocent Nanami's secretary, stared at him with flushed cheeks. The man, once so serious and professional, was utterly speechless, his mind in a trance.

"Ahh, Nanamin... is this what you wanted? To lure me into your lair?" She forced a joke, hoping to break her boss even further.

He cleared his throat. "Don’t make serious accusations like that, princess. I wouldn't do anything you didn’t—" She interrupted him.

"I want it," she said, her voice dripping with honey.

Nanami motioned with his fingers, demanding her to come closer, and the girl did so without hesitation. What Nanami didn’t know was that she had been planning this for weeks, a small dose of aphrodisiac powder in her boss’s black coffee during this extra shift. What she didn’t expect was that Nanami had already discovered her plan. The current situation was a product of Nanami’s filthy fantasy. He longed for his secretary, and knowing that his madness was reciprocated drove him wild. His secretary was at his mercy, on her knees, staring at his cock with hunger.

“You really thought I wouldn’t find out about your plan? Dirty girl,” he smirked. “Did you like my performance?”

He watched her face drop, her expression shifting from a naughty smile to one of desperation.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson, and thank you for freeing me from my restraints.”

Nanami didn’t recognize himself either, but he was free from his fears and moral ethics. He was going to fuck you all night, in every corner of that office.

“But first, let’s see how much your throat can take.” He adjusted and loosened his yellow with black spots tie.

Nanami gripped her jaw, squeezing from both sides, forcing her mouth open wide. His cock had been out for quite some time now. He grabbed it again, gave a few taps on her flushed cheeks, and slowly adjusted himself into her mouth.

“Oh, love... so warm, just how I imagined...” Nanami’s voice came out in a soft whine.

Her pussy was already so wet and relaxed, its pulsing was a desperate plea for Nanami’s cock. That voice of his echoed throughout the room as he fucked her throat with such passion. Everything was so pornographic. Nanami couldn’t hold back anymore; it was nearly impossible to resist coming inside her throat. Abruptly, he pulled his cock out.

“Sweetheart, how I’d love to cum in your throat, but today is all about this girl.” He grabbed her dripping pussy. “No panties? Hmm, my slut.”

No one in the world could say something so dirty and laced with eroticism like Kento Nanami, his deep and cushioned voice.

“N-Nanamin, p-please fuck me,” she begged, completely consumed by lust and the addictive chemicals her brain was producing.

“With pleasure, darling.” Nanami grabbed her by the arm and bent her over the desk, belly down. He wanted a full view of that big ass.

She moaned at the speed with which Nanami placed her on the desk, and it didn’t take long for her skirt to be ripped and pushed up. He wanted her exposed, just for him.

“It might hurt a little, princess, but I’ll make sure it fits perfectly…” his soft voice returned.

Nanami positioned himself behind her thick thighs and prepared, teasing her pussy with his cock along its length. Slowly, he started pushing his thick cock into that warm, wet hole—a perfect environment she had created for him. For Nanami, patience was a virtue, but how long could he hold back when she was moaning so sweetly with just the tip of his cock inside?

The blonde already had half his cock inside, but she kept squirming. “Poor thing,” he thought, lost in his own thoughts, seconds before shoving his entire cock inside her and starting to fuck her like an animal, completely surrendered to his lustful instincts.

He wanted to eternalize that moment, her walls were so soft and warm. Nanami couldn’t hold on much longer inside what he had dubbed “paradise.” Things weren’t much different for her either, as she was nearly at the peak of pleasure.

Nanami was done waiting. He placed his fingers on her clit, circling rapidly, forcing her to climax with him. His cock and her pussy trembled together, and soon a mess spread across their clothes as he collapsed on top of her, exhausted.

“I’ll clean you up so we can go home,” Nanami said, kissing the top of her head as he stood and began adjusting himself.

Little did she know that, at his place, there would be more and more rounds...

#hey if u are here thank u so much for reading it!!!

Four years on Tumblr (also more but the acc turns 4🥳

🍀 MMMSO HAPPYYY

So Joe has been feeding us so well with his exit interviews, but I love love love…

That while he was like “yes, Eddie had a crush on Chrissy. It made sense to play it that way.”

He made sure to note that… that wasn’t what the concert was about? Like we all clutch our chests and cry at. “Chrissy, this is for you.”

We’re human, how can we not?

Joe was very clear to say though that the concert wasn’t about how Eddie felt about her.

It was about honoring and avenging her. A recognition of who she was, who she truly was, and what her life meant.

It about Chrissy.

Not about him, and his feelings for her. Just her.

And I think that’s a big thing to note, especially how it separates him from Jason?

Jason is doing all he is because he lost Chrissy. Because he lost Chrissy, or Chrissy as he knew her… and it’s clear he didn’t actually know her that well at all.

His vigilante crusade isn’t about bringing her killer to justice so much as it is a way for him to cope with his own anger and grief. It’s less about her, and more about him. Her, strictly in relation to him.

It sucks that she was killed to further both their character arcs, but. At least with Eddie, while he feels guilt and shame over her death… he mourns her in a less selfish way?

Her memory and his experience with her makes him want to be better.

Meanwhile, Jason’s perception of Chrissy… the one she presented, who was hiding so much pain and trauma behind her smile and who felt like she couldn’t come to him about it…

He’d say she inspired him. To do what, exactly? Threaten to torture Eddie’s bandmates for information? Pursue vigilante justice, and interfere with a police investigation? Terrorize Black children?

If Chrissy was around to hear that she “inspired” him to do all that, that he did it in her name… she’d be horrified and disgusted.

I don’t think she’d feel that way about Eddie’s solo or sacrifice tbh. People can be upset about the death, but not only was he protecting Dustin… he was luring those bats away from the gate. Cause if they got out in Hawkins, started spreading and multiplying? That’d have been no bueno.

People say Eddie’s death was stupid and all about his ego and pride. It wasn’t. Go back and watch. He lost Chrissy. There was a lot he didn’t get to say to her.

He didn’t lose Dustin. He made sure to make sure the kid knew what he meant to him.

Eddie didn’t die to satisfy his own ego, or even to save just Dustin. He did it, like Dustin told Wayne… for the entire town. A town that thought the worst of him.

TLDR Chrissy Cunningham inspired Eddie Munson to be a big damn hero. She inspired Jason to be a colossal douchebag.

Eddie did have feelings for her, yes, but he mourned her as a person and the loss of that person.

Jason mourned her as his “perfect” girlfriend and mourned the loss of that “perfect” girlfriend.

Jason didn’t have any idea what was going on with her, and she felt like she couldn’t tell him.

Eddie noticed something was off right away, and rather than make her feel bad for feeling bad… he tried to make her not feel bad. He was a doofus.

He intentionally was a doofus with a girl he liked, just so she’d feel safer.

It wasn’t even so that she’d realize he meant her no harm, and that he wasn’t mean and scary.

He initially thought it was it, but when she asks him not to go? He pauses. Considers her.

Ok, so it’s not him, but something’s got her freaked. He doesn’t know what, but he can try to make her smile. So he does that.

While he does flirt, his intentions aren’t “I’mma put the moves on Chrissy” - they’re “this person seems very vulnerable and scared right now, even if it’s not about Me, I’m going to do what I can to make them less scared.”

Like how he looks after the little sheep. He sees someone scared, out of sorts, he wants to help them.

Make them feel safe, like everything is going to be ok.

Eddie Munson literally can’t help himself. He sees someone who is scared and feels anxious and out of sorts, and he swoops in to make them laugh and feel like things are going to be ok.

Like they’re safe.

The Golden Retriever energy is off the charts.

Again like I’m sure this man could be a talented musician professionally or a record store owner, but I could absolutely picture him as a social worker that specializes in working with kids.

Kids who maybe didn’t grow up with much money, who came from broken homes. Who struggle with anxiety. Turn to crime. Drugs. Like. He is… that would have been so perfect for him.

They’re angry and resentful at the world, scared and insecure. He would listen, not invalidate their experiences and emotions… try to help them. They’d expect some guy in a suit or a stereotypical youth pastor type (think a Jason Carver) and instead they get this Freak. Who doesn’t belittle them, or talk down or look down on them.

God, homeboy could have lived as he died… caring about the well-being of his fellow man.

Sooo.. twitter is gone in Brazil

I wonder what would happen if monsignor pruitt or anYONE knew what a vampire is ..

That's so true I'm sobbing

Hot vampire boys in eyeliner.

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Who's your favorite? Father Paul for me. 😍

I absolutely HATE being the "I'm gonna shit myself till death" type of anxiety

do you?

Take Tumblr off from Bella swam now

*stumbles out of the haunted house covered in hickies*

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