Aesthetic Cult: Being A Hater

hauntednic

2 years ago

I actually thought you were comparing Jenna to Jungkook n Emma to Jimin

loving the bts content we're getting

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hauntednic

1 year ago

It's so awkward for me to say......smut.

How did you find tumblr?

I really enjoy talking with tumblr users so I thought I'd try posting more prompts to get some conversations started.

I was in a nostalgic mood this week and was trying to remember how I first came to tumblr. It got me thinking that it would be cool to learn other's origin stories. I'll go first.

Even though I'm a big nerd who loves Star Trek (DS9 4 life) and Anime (Fairy Tail forever) it was WordPress that brought me to tumblr. Back in 2010 while in college I worked part time for a WordPress theme shop called Obox Themes. They were looking for new markets and decided that tumblr themes would be a good area to get into. I fell in love with how easy it was to modify my digital home and how there was a whole community of people hacking and releasing themes. Creating a WordPress theme from scratch would have been impossible with my skillset then but with tumblr I could do anything with my handy CSS guide and a few energy drinks.

Over the years what kept bringing me back was the themes. They were funky, weird and sometimes a little broken but who cares. It seemed like the entire web was trying to be grown up but tumblr was Toys R Us, they said it’s ok to be a kid. I loved that. Whenever I felt like I didn’t belong anywhere else I’d come back to tumblr and make a new theme (https://www.tumblr.com/themes/by/nick). I use to love clicking on the installs and seeing what kind of fun folks were using my stuff. What kind of people liked the weird stuff I did. It's your turn. What brought you to tumblr?

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hauntednic

7 months ago

| 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!!!

Just rewatched midnight mass and I want to leave here MY thoughts&Opinion, so there it goes:

TW: Death, spoilers of Midnight Mass, alcohol (?)

I love everything about Mike's work, because he knows what he's doing, he WANTS to make us cry, to love-hate (some of) his characters.

Riley is introduced to us in a very raw way, we met Riley seeing what he did, Riley 'was' an alcoholic and he killed someone and he got arrested. The whole time we watch Riley trying to redeem himself and not knowing what to do, he goes to church for his mom&dad, he helps his dad with the boat, and sometimes it feels so awkward to see it, he feels guilty. Not only he tried to help his family, he tried to help and save everyone. He knew at this point, he couldn't do much but even with that he showed Erin what was happening and he knew she wouldn't just sit and save only herself and his family, Erin loved 'The crock pot', and mainly Riley...

Riley Flynn's death was so sad and beautiful, he got what he wanted, what he needed, Riley was forgiven and now his soul was free from his suffering, everything was worth it now.

The way he gave us monsignor pruitt's "regret", when monsignor gets mad about his misinterpretation and just don't do anything about it because he just knows there's nothing left, he can't help them anymore, and it's HIS fault in the end...I just think and think the way he threw his collar and there's so much meaning in this action...

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Well that's it guys ;) I had more thoughts about mm but that what I fell talking about, thanks for reading and tell if I said something wrong!!