#love your OC so much sug

[hana-no-seiiki]

ALL THE BOOKS / COMICS MY OCS WILL COME FROM + THE GENRE / AESTHETIC OF EACH WORK

warnings: yandere stories, minor spoilers if you squint

elements of this post are STC for the actual series.

SERIES NAME: NARKA (lit. Hell in Tausug/Bahasa Sug)

I . LIMBO : LOVE ♡ MULTIPLIED ! INVASION OF YOUR HEART

— manga aesthetic , mostly in black n white. style changes as the story moves forward.

— highschool setting

— romance, thriller, psychological horror, horror

— (for yan! oc enjoyers) some of the characters included here are: yan! idol, yan! girl next door, yan! childhood friend

II . LUST : Midnight Darling

— high fashion, magentas, blacks and reds.

— college setting in ‘philippines’

— romances, thriller, psychological horror, horror

— (for yan! oc enjoyers) some of the characters included here are: yan! jock, yan!nerd, yan!faculty

III. GLUTTONY : LOVE ♡ MULTIPLIED ! ROCOCO LOCO

— manhwa aesthetic, bright and sparkly

— rococo/baroque era in ‘france’

— feel good, food p*rn, slice of life

— (for yan! oc enjoyers) some of the characters included here are: yan! emperor, yan! prince, yan! princess, yan! concubine.

IV. GREED : MAKE MONEY NOT LOVE

— mafia/yakuza/gang aesthetic

— delicious crime scenes. also equally if not more so disgusting crime scenes.

— mystery, thriller, some scifi/isekai

— (for yan! oc enjoyers) some of the characters included here are: yan! mafia boss, yan! yakuza, yan! hangure/delinquent.

V. HERESY : DAMNATIO MEMORIAE

— churchcore, lolita mixed with modern/sci-fi. reminiscent of genshin or honkai stair rail, painting aesthetic. very much blood sweat and tears / fake love era of bts esque.

— shounen, action, power fantasy

— (for yan! oc enjoyers) unfortunately characters here don’t really fit into an archetype, but i will be making yan! ver x reader fics nonetheless.

VI. VIOLENCE : LOVE ♡ MULTIPLIED ! MONSTER

— dark, unsaturated, messy artwork. sort of berserk if it were set thousands of years into the future.

— sci-fi, dark fantasy, seinen, body horror

— ( for yan oc! enjoyers ) some of the characters included here are: yan! scientist, yan! war hero

VII. WRATH : ISEKAICEPTION ! 1 000 000 TH TRY.

— shounen anime aesthetic, tons of battle scenes

— action, mix of high fantasy and some modern / sci-fi. mix of heresy and gluttony, power fantasy, family bonds.

— (for yan! oc enjoyers) some of the characters included are : platonic yan! parents and brother

VIII. FRAUD : GUEST IS GOD

— sexy, mature, red and black. semi realism.

— seinen, ecchi at times, thriller, host club.

— (for yan! oc enjoyers) some of the characters included are: yan! boss, yan! co-workers

©️ yun | hana.no.seiiki 2023

[alpacaparkaseok]

Mine

1. He what now?

Genre: Yoongi x OC

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.4k

Synopsis: The first time Cara Richie sets foot on the Graham Norton show she’s confronted with questions that have less to do with her upcoming film “Young Rising”, and much more to do with BTS. More specifically with one of their rappers, Suga. Cara is an open supporter and fan of the band, however when Min Yoongi is shipped with the bilingual up-and-coming actress after mentioning her in an interview, things start to get out of hand. Fanart, twitter trends, and stalkers ensue, leaving Cara’s career up to an unknown fate. Then comes the moment the world didn’t even realize it was waiting for: a solo track from Agust D that raises more questions than answers, especially for Cara. 

I would recommend the Graham Norton show to anybody purely based off the quality of their couches. 

 It’s our five minute call when Sebastian Stan, my co-star and annoyingly close friend, shakes me out of my half-asleep daze. 

 “Hey, we’re about to be called up. Ready?” He helps me to sit up, laughing at the state of my hair. No doubt it looks like a bird’s nest. He motions for one of the crew to help me out, a petite makeup artist appearing out of nowhere and touching up my hair.

“Yeah, I’m excited I swear. I just wish I wasn’t so tired.” Sebastian and I rolled in from where we were shooting in the Democratic Republic of the Congo at about ten o’clock this morning. I have yet to recover from the long trip. Unfortunately, our interview was scheduled for tonight, and we stand to begin our course of promoting the movie for the foreseeable future. It’ll still be a few hours before I can crawl into a bed.

“At least it’s only an hour time difference, right?” Sebastian stands me up, instructing me to do some stretching.

“At least we finally have service. I haven’t spoken to my family in three months, they probably think you killed me and left me there in the middle of the jungle.”

One of the perks of our on location shooting was the fact that we only had a couple of satellite phones. No contact with the outside world for nearly three months. I grew way too attached to it, although the one downside was not getting to know how my family and friends were. A lot can happen in three months. I’ve been so rushed to get ready and get over here to the show that I’ve hardly had any time to even glance at my phone besides a cursory text to my group chat with my family letting them know that I’m still alive and back in civilization. 

 “Tempting, but too many witnesses.” Sebastian winks at me, coming to attention when we’re motioned over by one of the staff. Glancing at the TV in the waiting room I can see Graham Norton beginning to introduce us. 

 “Our next guests have just re-entered into civilization, so do excuse them if they’re a little off. Please welcome the dashing Sebastian Stan and lovely Cara Richie!”

Sebastian motions for me to go first, and I jump out into the bright lights. Even though I’ve been on a few shows by now, it never gets old. Granted, I’ve only had one successful blockbuster. Maybe I won’t feel the same once that number starts to climb. 

 I greet Graham before settling down on the couch beside Billie Eilish, the musical guest of the day. I’ve met Billie before, we actually became fast friends. I was invited to a music awards show (I found out that actors are often invited to them for some reason), and we decided to ditch the after party and settle for pizza and a movie instead. 

 “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, glad to know you’re still alive.” Billie mumbles. 

 “Barely,” I whisper back. Sebastian sits down on the other side of me, waving to a few people in the audience. There are a group of girls near the front row that scream even louder when I look their way, and I smile at them. Sebastian sure does have an affect on people.

“Well, well. Glad to see you’ve made it. Didn’t you two just fly in this morning?” Sebastian jumps in to answer. I appreciate him taking the lead, he definitely has a lot more experience than me. 

 “Sure did. I think you’re trying to kill us, Graham.” Graham gasps, every bit the entertaining host. 

 “Now, Cara,” I smile at the man, hopefully masking my exhaustion. I’m a huge fan of him, and I want to leave a good impression. “This is your second major film. How are you feeling with all of the attention you’ve received? Because really, you came out of nowhere.”

I nod, reminding myself not to depend on Sebastian. “That’s true, I kind of did. It’s been amazing though. I think they sent me off to the middle of nowhere so it wouldn’t go to my head.” Graham laughs, the audience joining in. I sit up a little straighter because of it. 

 “That’s probably smart on their part. Really, from what I’ve seen of the previews for this film, it’s called ‘Young Rising’, correct?” We nod. “Right. It looks quite intense. But you two, you two are lovers in this.”

 I shoot Sebastian a look that tells him we are anything but. “Yeah,” I draw out the word. “You could say that.”

“I really don’t know what they were thinking, putting the two of us together.”

“You mean to say that you don’t like each other at all?” Graham asks, feigning concern.

I shake my head. “I loathe him. But he won’t leave me alone, can you believe it?”

Graham nods. “Actually, I can. After all, you were recently named among the ‘most wanted’ stars in the world.”

I look at Billie completely surprised. “I was?” I ask her. She nods, shrugging her shoulders. 

 “Most wanted? That makes me sound like a criminal!”

“Isn’t that the point?” Sebastian taunts. 

 We continue bickering for a while. “I had no idea, but really I have no clue what’s happened over the past three months.”

Graham hums, shuffling through his papers before coming upon what he was looking for. “Really? Well I find that quite interesting, because something happened just last week on this show.” Suddenly the girls up front start screaming again, hardly able to contain themselves. 

I look at Sebastian. “What did you do?” I whisper. He shakes his head at me, mouthing ‘nothing’. 

 “Alright, calm down you three. I haven’t even gotten the chance to tell her yet, you’re going to spoil the surprise!” WIth great effort the girls pipe down. Graham swivels back to me, a mischievous smile on his face. 

“Oh no, what surprise?” I groan. 

Billie pats my knee. “I know what this is about, it’s been all over twitter. This is what I’m thinking of, right?” Billie asks, shooting me a close-lipped smile. 

“All over twitter? I haven’t had a chance to check twitter.” To be honest, I was putting off checking the hot mess that is social media. Three months of peace and quiet have been so nice, I’m clinging to it before I have to dive back in. 

“Last week, we had a very special musical guest. You’re a fan of BTS, aren’t you?”I nod, furrowing my eyebrows. Where is he going with any of this? 

“Yeah, I love them. We were just listening to them in the car, actually.” I gesture between Sebastian and I. Graham studies us like a textbook, nodding along. 

“That’s perfect! They came on the show last week, it was amazing. Wasn’t it?” The audience cheers and claps in response. “We got to have a little chat before they performed. A nice little heart to heart if you will. Somehow, I have no idea how, we got onto the topic of their love lives.”

We all give him a complimentary laugh, knowing full well how they got onto that topic. Any successful interviewer knows their way around questions to make even the most composed celebrity fidget in their seat until they slip up. 

“Oh did you?” Sebastian prompts Graham on. I know him well enough that he’s just wanting to move on at this point. We’re here to talk about our movie, not BTS. Heaven knows they’re famous enough already.

“Yes. You’ve heard of Suga?” I nod. I know who each of the members are, I really do like them a lot. “Well, he said something quite interesting, er, about you.”

My eyebrows flit up. “About me? He knows who I am?”The audience laughs, the girls in the front are practically causing an earthquake with how much jumping around they’re doing. 

“He most certainly does. In fact, when I asked the boys if there was anyone they had their eye on, they all immediately turned to him! It was difficult to get it out of him, to say the least, but I found out that he’s a big fan of yours. And not just from a professional standpoint, if you know what I mean.” Graham winks at me even as my mouth falls open.

Me?

“You’ll have to watch the clip,” Billie says, nudging me. “It’s been all anyone can talk about all week. It’s been so annoying, I see your name everywhere now.” She laughs, and I pull myself together enough to laugh along with her. I look around, reminding myself that I’m on international television, and word will get around quick if I look like a high schooler that just got asked to the prom by her long-time crush.

Even though that’s exactly what I feel like.

The rest of the interview passes in a blur, Graham even going to far as to show me a couple of tweets with the hashtag, #CaraBTS. I’m just relieved there isn’t some weird couple name trending...yet. 

“Oh, look at this one! You’ll love it.” Graham holds his paper up to the light, reading off of it. “‘This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill. Cara and Yoongi are finally happening. I’ve been pushing for this since I found out she went to school in Seoul!’ It would appear this has been a long time coming for some fans. There are others that aren’t quite as excited though, as you can imagine.” 

Shuffling his papers he pulls out another tweet. “Here we are, ‘I’m telling you if Cara Richie lays a single finger on my lil meow meow I’m suing.’ Well isn’t that lovely?”

We finally move on, Sebastian telling a funny story from our time filming in the Congo. I add in whatever tidbits I can, but I remain so focused on looking normal and unbothered by this new information that I nearly miss Billie getting up to sing. It’s during her performance, when the lights are down low and our mics are turned off that Sebastian nudges me, whispering something under his breath. 

He makes it look like he’s pointing something out on stage, “Hey, you alright?”

I nod along, looking for all the world like we’re chatting about the lighting. It’s true that it looks striking, the dark greens and blues cut across the stage, highlighting Billie’s haunting voice. 

“I think I will be. Is this going to be a disaster? Now all anybody will want to talk about is my love life.”

“Which we both know is nonexistent.”

“Exact-hey!” I shove my friend before turning my attention back to the performance. I still can’t quite relax, but I feel a little better. At least I have Sebastian by my side. He certainly knows how to remain low-key when it comes to the press. 

Once the interview ends the three girls at the front squeal until I look at Sebastian who gives me a shrug.

“I don’t think it’s for me,” he gestures to them. “Look at their sign.”

Sneaking a glance over there my eyes widen and I struggle to keep my mouth from hanging open. One of the girls holds up a little poster that I didn’t see before. She probably wasn’t allowed to hold it up during the show because she would block other people’s view. 

There, written in big bold miss that only a blind man could miss it reads:

                Cara x Yoongi nation

Graham notices my attention from where he’s saying goodbye to Billie and makes his way over to me. He gives me a pat on the back. 

“That,” he points out the sign that is now burned into my eyelids. “Is only the beginning, love.”

🌙

By the time Sebastian and I make it back to the hotel where the rest of the cast and director/producers are staying, I want to lock my door and throw something. 

Sebastian told me not to check twitter, but I ignored him. Curiosity did kill the cat, folks. News flash. 

If I wasn’t known before, I certainly am now. Twitter is a mess of supportive fans, those fans who are heartbroken but happy for Suga, and the fans that are out for blood. Like, real blood. I’ve read the words “better watch out” so many times that I can’t help but look over my shoulder every few minutes. 

I do appreciate the fans that claim that only true ARMY will support the boys’ decisions. Nevertheless, I decide to hold off any kind of presence on social media until further notice. A glance at the official BTS twitter shows them doing the same thing, apparently. I’m not sure whether I should be relieved or worried about that.

“I told you not to,” Sebastian chides once we enter the hotel. “Now you’re all depressed.”

“I’m not depressed,” I defend myself. “Just nervous. I’m not sure what this means for my whole acting career. I don’t like knowing that I have no control over it.”

Sebastian wraps an arm around my shoulders as we enter the elevator. “Not to worry, I’m sure the PR team is on it. Stacey is good with these kinds of things. Trust me, I’ve put her through enough near disasters that this will be a piece of cake.”

Sebastian and I share managers, PR reps, and many more things. We’re strange friends, thrown together through a series of random events, but I’m so grateful for him. I would be so lost without all the resources he’s provided me with. 

I give a dry laugh, slumping against my friend as the thought of being so close to a bed only serves to make me more tired. “She’s probably glad that it’s not you for a change.”

“Yeah, probably.”Sebastian bids me goodnight, heading down to his room on the other end of the hall. I can hear our director and a couple of the producers talking, but it’s too muffled to make out much more than their voices. I’m too tired anyways, so I opt to head straight to my room and get into bed before anyone can ask me any questions. I barely make it into my pajamas before I hit the mattress, sighing as I sink into the covers. 

“Ah, finally. Goodnight world,” I mumble, turning to flip my phone on silent. The moment I go to grab my phone, it lights up with a notification. Groaning, I pick it up, squinting at the light. 

“He...he what now?”

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[queenlegacyproductions]

Give In To Me(A Tom Holland Story)

Pairing: CEO!Tom Holland X Riley Carter (WOC)

Summary: Tommy’s been stressed out for weeks, working tirelessly. Riley decides it’s time for him to take a break.

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Tom, Dom!OC if you look at it right at the beginning, orgasm denial, use of sex toys, unprotected sex (wrap the D before you catch a STD), oral sex (male receiving).

A/N: Decided to step out of my comfort zone of writing for wrestling to writing for Marvel (Again). Hope I did okay!

“Fuck me!” Riley heard for the umpteenth time that night. She looks over to the alarm clock to see what time it is.

2:35 am.

Riley sighed as she rolls over from her side to her back, staring up at the ceiling.

This is the third day that she has found herself in this position. All alone in her-I mean, their bed at 2-something in the morning. Everyday for the past few days, Tom has locked himself in his office for hours on end, bringing his work home.

She can tell that work had him enervative. He would leave the house around 6:30 in the morning, come home at around 7:00ish and then practically holds himself hostage in his office. Only time she would see is at dinner but he would be busy talking with Harrison on the phone.

‘He gonna run himself into the ground if I don’t stop him.’ Riley thought. She sighed as she got up from bed, sliding her feet into her house shoes as she goes to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Hopefully, that will soften him up a bit.

A few minutes later, she takes the hot cup of tea to his office. She knocks before she opens the door to let herself inside. There, she sees Tom at his desk, holding the house phone in his left hand with the eraser end of a pencil in the corner of his mouth with his right hand. He doesn’t pause in his conversation as she walks over to his desk.

“No. I specifically said that our last offer was non-negotiable. They either take it or leave it.” Tom stated with an authoritative tone.

“I made you tea.” Riley said sweetly as she placed the cup on the desk in front of him. He simply nods in acknowledgment without diverting his attention. Riley raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at his actions. She walks around his desk to stand behind him. She starts to rub his shoulders, hoping to relax him. Only then, did he pause his conversation.

“Hold on, mate.” Tom said before he puts the phone to his chest to turn to Riley. “Darlin’, what are you doing?”

“I’m helping you relax, baby. You look like you need it.” Riley said as she looked over his face, taking note of the dark circles under his eyes. Tom rolled his eyes.

“I told you already, love. I’m fine. Just let me take care of this and I’ll be in bed soon.” He said, trying to shoo her off.

Riley wasn’t having it.

“But suga, you’re gonna run yourself knackered if you don’t stop now.” Riley practically begged.

“I said, not now, Riley.” Tom said, that authoritative tone taking place again before he goes back to his conversation. Riley’s eyes narrowed at him, her mind coming u with an evil thought. She picks the cup of tea and purposely spills a little onto his lap.

“Jesus Christ!” Tom shouted as the hot liquid burns his lap. He looks up at her with extreme displeasure as she gives him a look of sass. “I’ll call you back, Harry.” Tom briskly said before he hung up the phone, turning to face her as she sipped the tea in the cup.

“So now what? You have my attention. What do you want?” Tom asked, feeling vexed. He goes to stand but Riley pushes him back down in the chair.

“I wanted you to take a break. I want you to let off some steam.” She said as she leaned closer to him. “I see the look in your eyes, baby.” She runs a finger down the buttons of his dress shirt. “You’re all bent out of shape. Pent up.” He tried to get out of the chair again but Riley shuts him down again. “You’re holding yourself back from me, Sug.”

Tom closed his eyes as he sighed to regain his lost composure. “I could wreak you, Love.” He coolly warned despite his heavy breathing.

Riley just moves her face to his, their lips barely touching as she whispered, “What if I want to be wrecked?”

Tom just growls as he grabs Riley by her waist, throwing her over his shoulder as he stands up, marching to their bedroom.

Tom kicks open the door before throwing Riley on the bed. Riley gives a seductive giggle before she gives a lip bite to match. Tom stands a foot away from the bed, seemingly in his own head. Riley notices that and sits up, leaning back on her forearms.

“What’s wrong, baby boy? Having second thoughts?” Her question bearing concern while also not letting up that sexy purr of hers. Tom sighed deeply as he looks at her, taking note of his wife’s appearance.

Her hair is a mass of curls, framing her sun kissed face that currently rid of the usual makeup from work except from the natural sienna brown lip gloss that her full lips pop. Her body was adorned in a black lace bra and panties set, pushing her big breasts together and accentuate all of her curves.

“Sweetheart,” Tom sighed, rubbing his tired face. “You’re playing with fire here.” He warned her again. Riley giggles.

“Am I really? Because I don’t feel the heat.” Riley then stands to her feet, hips swaying as she scrolls up to him. “If I didn’t know better, I would say you’re getting cold feet.” Tom looks down at her with an apprehensive raised eyebrow as she backs him up towards the bed.

“I tell you what.” Riley pushed him onto the bed before she climbed on top of him. “If you’re so apprehensive, then I’ll help convince you.” She then took his lips in a heated kiss, making him moan. Tom tries to touch her but she then slapped his hands away. She kissed down his neck, unbuttoning his shirt to expose his chest.

“Oh, fuck!” Tom groaned as her nails snatched down his chest. Riley then kissed down from his neck to his chest, following her hand down to the waistband of his pants. He still tries to touch her again but she smacks his hand away like before. Riley shifts her body, now putting them in the 69 position while she works to get his pants down. Tom helps her with her task before she puts her left calf to the side of his head, holding him down. He begins to whine as Riley takes his cock into her hands, stroking it.

“Oh, my god!” Tom moaned as she licks and sucks on the head before she takes it into her mouth. He then groan in the back of his throat, almost growling as she slowly bobs her head up and down his shaft.

“Fuck...baby…” he growled as Riley purrs in her throat when she takes him deep into her throat. Tom feels his eyes roll in the back of his head as he begins to thrust his hips into her mouth. Riley then moves back down his cock to take his balls in her mouth, making her husband whine again.

“Ah! Fuck, darling, you gonna make me cum!” Tom groaned as he bites down on her calf.

“I know.” Riley chuckled. She then lets go of his cock and stands up from the bed. “Just not now.”

Tom pops his head to look at her to protest but stops when she takes off her bra. Riley then straddles him again, her wet pussy rubbing up against his hard cock. Tom moans deeply in his throat as she kisses him hungrily.

“Darlin’, don’t tease me..” He begged her.

“Then let go.” That apprehensive look returns to his face, making her sigh. “What’s the problem, Mi rey? Talk to me. What’s eating ya?”

Tom sighs as he places his hands on her hips. “I-I don’t want to hurt you, Riles. I don’t want to-.”

“Break me? Ha!” Riley throws her head back in a laugh. “Good luck with that.” He gives her an appalled look. “Sweetheart, you’re not gonna break me. I’m a big girl. I can take whatever you throw at me. I can handle that monster, that beast that’s clawing at your skin.” Riley runs her fingers through his hair gently. “You won’t scare me, baby.”

Tom looks down at the floor for a few moments before he says, “You’re not just a big girl…” He suddenly grabs Riley by her jaw in a tight grip, making her yelp in surprise. “You’re also a bad girl, my dear.”

Riley gasped. “Baby, I-.” He shushed her, putting a finger to her lips.

“Shush, darlin’. Right now, you don’t talk. In fact…” He pulls her face closer to his. “If you say one word out of turn, I won’t hesitate to gag you. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what, baby girl?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He growled. Tom threw her off his lap onto the bed before he stands to his feet. “You know, I had intentions of treating you tonight.” Riley watches as Tom takes off his blazer and tie. “Wanted you bent over the bed as I played with that little pussy of yours. Made you nice and wet for me...before I fucked you. Slowly, making you feel every inch of my cock sliding inside that dripping cunt. My cunt.” She whimpers when she sees him roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt halfway up his forearms, a sign of what’s to come next. “But...you wanted to be a brat. Now I have to punish you. Assume the position, little girl.” He commanded.

Riley nods and quickly moved into position on her hands and knees. Tom runs a hand over her ass.

“I love your body, Darlin’." He moves it down to her thigh. "It's different from those paper thin models in the magazines. You, my dear…." Riley yelps when he slapped her ass, making it jiggle. "...are actually the embodiment of a real woman." Tom then moves his hand in between her legs, teasing her clit through her panties. Riley whimpers as she rolls her hips, rubbing her pussy against his hand. She moans when he smacks her ass again.

"That's right, baby. Move your hips against my palm. Shake that sexy ass of yours." He growls, smacking it again. "You know how much I love that ass."

Riley panted breathlessly as she does what she’s told. “Sir, please…”

“Is there something that you want, my love?” Tom smirks when he pushed her panties away to press his fingers to her pussy. “Oh, I know. My kitten wants to cum, doesn’t she?” Riley nods in agreement but it wasn’t enough to satisfy Tom. He pulls her head back by her hair, making her take in a sharp breath. “Words, darlin’. Tell me what you want.”

“Yes, sir!” She cried out. “Please! Let me cum!”

“Oh, I’ll let you cum. Just not yet.” He teased before letting her go. Riley gripes in insatiable eagerness.

“Oh, come on, sir. Please!” She deplored him. Tom shushed her again with a kiss.

“Patience, little kitten, patience.” He chuckled as he rids himself of his shirt. “I’ll give you what you want in a moment.” Tom walks over to the dresser to the ‘fun drawer’ as he would call it, to retrieve her favorite toy; Her Hitachi wand.

“Tom-.” He cut her off when he flips her on her back by her foot.

“What was that, little girl? What did you just call me?”  

"I-." Riley shrieks when he yanked her down to the edge of the bed.

"Looks like I have to gag you after all." Tom takes off her underwear, exposing her wet core. "Open, kitten." Riley opens her mouth to allow Tom to stuff her panties inside. She whimpers when she hears him to turn on the wand.

"I'd spank you as your punishment but I know how much you love that." Tom slaps her inner thigh, making her moan through her panties to prove a point. “Instead, I’ll just toy with you.”

Riley wanted to ask what he meant but was cut off when he pressed the wand to her clit, causing the brown skinned girl to gasp. She moaned through her panties at the vibrations made to her core, her back arching up when he turned it up a notch higher.

“Look at you, kitten! So wet.” He taunted her, taking a chocolate nipple in his mouth as he moved the wand up and down her wet core. Riley grabs the back of his head, mewling. Riley shrieks when Tom slides his fingers into her pussy, still holding the head of the wand to her clit in the palm of his hand. He knows that sound means.

“Don’t cum yet, darlin’. No, you hold it. Hold it until I say you can cum.” Riley contiunes to struggle against Tom, tears rolling down her face as she tries to hold back her climax. Her eyes shut tightly when her whines become high pitched. Tom grabs her face, making them pop open again. 

“Look at me, kitten. Look at me as you cum for me, kitten. Cum for me. Do it now.” He commanded. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as her body spasms in ecstasy as her orgasm shoots through her core, soaking Tom’s fingers. He turns off the wand to not over stimulate his girl. as he takes them out to suck on them. “I can never get enough of your taste, baby.” Tom takes her panties from her mouth and gives her a lascivious kiss. He gives her a tug on her hair when he parted away from her lips. “Bend over the side of the bed, darlin’.”

Tom moves from the bed to rid himself of his pants while he watched her give him a few voluptuous sway with her hips as she slides down the bed to stand at the side of the bed, hands firmly on the bed. He moves his foot to the inside of her feet to spread her legs more.

“Ready for me, honey?” Tom spread her ass cheeks to expose her slit as he strokes his dick in his hand.

“Yes, sir. Fuck me with that big dick like an animal, like the animal inside you. Please. I want it.” She begged him.

“Whatever you want, my little love..” He then thrust inside her slowly, taking a deep intake of air as he slid deeper inside her tight hole. “Oh, bloody hell, love…”

“Oh, Tom.” Riley panted as she feels him bottom out inside of her, his hips against hers. Tom takes hold of her hips as he begins to pound into her with animalistic abandon.

“Oh, fuck yes!” She shouts as she throws her head back in euphoria. “Oh yes, baby!”

Tom just groans in his throat, already in seventh heaven as he continues his savage thrusts. He reaches forward to grab her by her neck, pulling her up close to him. “Is this what you wanted? Huh, Riley?” She is unable to answer but instead shouts out in bliss when Tom changes the angle of his hips to hit her g-spot, moving faster now. “Look at you, moaning like the bad girl that you are. Taking my dick like a slut, my slut.”

Riley gives out a frenzied sob as she claws at Tom’s arms as they wrap around her waist and across her breasts. “Tommy, baby! Please! Please let me cum!”

“Cum for me again, my love. Cum!” Tom buries his face in her neck. Riley opens her mouth in a silent scream as she writhes against his arms as she becomes delirious in pleasure as he keeps fucking her through her climax.

“Oh, shit! Riley, ah!” Tom moans as he gives her a hard thrust before shooting thick ropes of his seed deep inside Riley’s pussy. He groans as both he and Riley collapse on the bed, breathless.

“So, how do you feel now?” Riley asked him.

“I feel like I’m higher than the floor Jesus walks on.” His response makes her cackle. “But no. In all honesty, I feel great now.”

“Good. Now you have a better outlet for relieving stress than going to the gym.”

“Still need to get in shape somehow, babe.” Tom gives her a sinful smirk. Riley gives him a seductive giggle.

“Oh, I’ll be sure to work you out for the next few hours. So tell Harrison you ain't coming to work today.”

Tell me what you think! Reblog, like, comment and I’ll produce more content!

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[wbbbrothers]

Dear We Bare Bears,

Hello! I am Sugs. Within the next month, I will be in the start of my college experience as an Illustration major. That fact is completely wild to think about considering when I first started watching this show (on this day four years ago) I was entering High School as a freshman student and I was, in fact, a completely different person. Therefore, I decided that because I am stepping into a whole new chapter of my life and this show has been with me the entire way... this Anniversary I wanted to write about how this show has impacted me over the past four years.

 Apologies for this being a long post, I have a lot to say.

I created this blog right at the end of the premiere week of this show. I had watched every new episode airing during that Bearbomb that week. One of the  last episodes of the week was Primal. So, while it was still airing and I decided in the middle of it that I was hooked! And I knew I needed to make an ask blog to enjoy these silly bear brother characters and fuel the love I had already already found for the show somehow. Wbbbrothers was that ask blog.

I didn’t know at the time but that was possibly one of the best decisions I could have ever made for myself at that point in my life and do mean that very sincerely. Growing up, having intense interest in media that took over my entire creative output was always a very common thing (and obviously still is). These large phases were able to keep my full attention about 1-2 years tops until my brain latched onto something new. But, out of all of those I have to say that We Bare Bears and Bears in general truly are very special to me. I have never been able to create such a variety of stories, embrace so many flawed and imperfect yet still loved characters and feel so deeply about them and the stories I was telling through them. Especially for this long of a time. We Bare Bears as a show holds a great deal of heartfelt comfort for me.

To me: We Bare Bears is a unique show in the fact that (most of the time) it has a very casual, down to earth and calming atmosphere about it. That being said, it is never afraid to experiment or step foot into other genres thanks to its open ended and episodic nature. It is not perfect by any means, like any cartoon written by human beings with flaws. But I admire the love that gets put into it with its personalized watercolored backgrounds, muted palette aesthetics, little visual humor and amazing colorists in general. It can be hit or miss sometimes but it is episodes like Chicken & Waffles, Chloe & Ice Bear, Occupy Bears, Yuri & The Bear, Hibernation, Hurricane Hal and more that remind me why I fell in love with the show in the first place. It loves the quiet moments just as much as I do. It does not have to be constantly shoving stimulation down your throat and in your face in order to tell a fun or compelling story. I have always respected its ability to take things at a slower pace sometimes, especially when a lot of current cartoons tend to lean towards Snappiness (snappy humor, snappy action, bright colors and fast pacing)

 We Bare Bears feels like warmth. When I re-watch my favorite character driven episodes I cannot remove the fond smile from my face and when I re-watch my favorite adventure filled episodes it always sends me bouncing in my seat.

My method with interacting with my interests was always to create my own fan-content or Alternate Universes with the characters that I loved.  It was my way of putting a piece of me into the characters whether it be through my other interests in media or my own experiences and feelings. The AUs I make are a genuine form of self-expression to me. 

Obviously, the Character Driven and Open Ended Slice of Life nature of We Bare Bears as a series really opened up the flood gates in terms of my creativity and ideas for AUs.  I never felt happier than when I was creating new jokes or dialogue or just silly scenarios. Alternate Universes were a combination of all the parts I loved about creating for me and they started to act as my own free-roam stories to explore these favorite characters of mine in all sorts of different ways. Since I have started, my work has only improved the more love and passion I put into it. 

Superhero AU and Bad Bears are my main two fan stories/AUs of mine that have been around since I was 14-15 and are two of the most developed AUs I have ever had. They taught me a lot about, developing fictional worlds, characters and plotlines and I am STILL developing and enjoying them even now! They’ve also inspired me to make so many other OCs and stories so much as influencing future projects that I am currently in the middle of developing.

It baffles me to think of a world where I never watched We Bare Bears and never was able to be influenced by its fans, its art, writing and its characters.

If you’ve been on this blog long enough you might recall that my first Wbb AU was your average run of the mill Zombie AU (this was while wbbbrothers was still primarily an ask blog) not to be confused with my Zombie 2 AU which is a completely different premise entirely aside from the zombie apocalypse part. Long story short, I had a Fuckload of AUs back then and I mean A Lot. Enough to get condescending messages over, even some curse outs. (Not everyone I met over the four years was the greatest...) I was scared away from publicly speaking about most of them the way that I used to. While my technical skill was lacking for that age and I could not write a solid scene to save my life, despite the negativity, the intense passion and enjoyment I felt from making content kept me enthralled with the show. I kept making my AUs in private and developing them, posting more general fanart and occasionally art for my Superhero AU publicly. I even started to get pretty good at drawing Bears! And managed to make some friends who shared interests with me, something I never got to have offline.

It was not all great of course, the past four years have been extremely hard for me and extremely hard for everybody else, I’m sure. Bears was my default thought when surviving High School; my go-to pick me up. I seriously would say that it has saved me more than once whether it be through talking to my friends I met because of it or just offering a distraction/creative outlet from whatever was going on in my life.

Prior to becoming a fan I never would have thought I would have been able to  make so many stories, projects, art, writing and comics  and talk to so many amazing creators and people all thanks to this one show about Socially Awkward Bears living in San Fransisco.  

But here we are.

And you know what, even when I inevitably move onto newer projects or interests, I think Bears will always be an important influencer to me. The wonderful people I have met throughout these four years have given me so much support and love and friendship like none I have ever been allowed to experience before. I have learned so much about my identity through my friendships and my stories. And even the awful people I have met taught me what NOT to do and what to avoid when moving forward in my life.

 I am just. So, so grateful for everything and being able to pursue what I love and have it be received by others to make them feel things too. There is a Lot more I could say I am sure but since this is long enough as is I will send it off here.

 So from the bottom of my heart I can only say Thank you. Thank you to my friends who still talk to me to this day, I love you guys. Thank you to those I used to speak to but don’t anymore, our friendship of the past  still stays with me. Thank you to anyone who enjoys my work, my stories and follows me despite my wild ramblings such as this!! (If you’re still reading this wow, points to you)

And Thank you We Bare Bears for helping me grow so much as an artist and giving me a sense of direction and purpose with my work as a hurting teenager who was very, very lost in 2015.

Sincerely yours,

Wbbbrothers <3

[cinlat]

Author Questions

Tagged by @riajade01 (woot, I haven’t seen this one before, thanks!)

Author Name: Cinlat (literally everywhere.)

Fandoms You Write For: SWtOR and I’ve dabbled in some FF14 because X’rhun Tia was too good to pass up.

Where You Post: AO3, Fanfiction, and Tumblr

Most Popular One-Shot: No surprise that its a PwP. Primal Appetites was my  first smut piece to see the internet. Mostly just the reunion of Fynta and Jorgan after her five year carbonite nap.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: That would be Family is more than Blood. It’s the chronicles of Fynta Wolfe, who brings her Mandalorian upbringing into Havoc Squad. Basically 56 chapters of creative swearing, explosions, and brawls. Oh, and Balic Cormac, the galaxy’s most lovable giant.

Favorite Story You Wrote: Not so much a story, but a series. Meet Me on the Battlefield is basically Fynta’s story start to finish. It’s my favorite because she’s so much fun to write. 

Story You Were Nervous to Post: Echo of Evil. That was my first dip into the FF14 fandom, and a completely different style of writing from what I used with any of my swtor fics. Every time I posted a new chapter, it was a nail biting experience. 

How Do You Choose Your Titles: Sometimes they pop into my head, others a phrase from a song inspired it. Sometimes, and scream and weep before finally saying “Screw it, no one will notice if this title sucks.” 

Do You Outline: I don’t begin with an outline. I usually just start writing and see where it goes. Once I’ve established the who and where, I start a list of bullets below it of points that I want to hit. After a few of those, a timeline starts to form. THEN, I outline it properly. (and change it completely when a new idea strikes)

Complete: Disregarding one-shots and monthly challenges. I’ve got...6? Wow, that’s more than I expected.

Thunder & Scars (a co-authored story with @kunoichi-ume as an AU where Fynta’s choice left Torian to be executed by Vaylin.)  Echo of Evil (FF14 story of my OC’s journey to become a Red Mage and her romance with X’rhun Tia)  Family is more than Blood (Fynta basically drives everyone nuts while blowing up the galaxy) Soul of the Bes’bev (Kardan makes good on his threat and sets the SIS on Cinlat and Verin. Leaving Havoc Squad to pull them out, while not alerting anyone to their relationship with the bounty hunters.) Our Own (Where Jorgan settles with a Cathar trooper and has a litter of kids who keep him on his toes) Shenanigans (When Jorgan and Elara are away, Havoc Squad will play. Jaxo pops in on this one too.)

In-Progress: omg, too many to comment. So, I’ll just hit the highlights. I might have a multi-tasking issue...

Heart on a Trigger (The sequel to Family is more than Blood. Following the expansions.) The Art of Being Invisible (a group of one shots that chronicle Fynta’s life in the SIS before Havoc) Legacy of Violence (sequel to Our Own, following Jorgan’s triplets through the Alliance, and adding Quinn’s four, Force sensitive daughters into the mix) Sithy Bunch (Co-authored with Ume collection of one shots following our poly family with the Wrath and Darth Imperius as the heads of the family and eventual emperors of Zakuul.) Jedi Sitters (another co-authored collection with Ume involving an AU where Fynta, Jorgan, Cormac, and Elara retire from SpecForce after Fynta loses her leg and are tasked with minding the recently rescued Jedi Noara. Definitely a found family story.)

Coming Soon: Once Trigger is finished, I’m going to take a break from it for a bit and work on finishing the Art of Being Invisible and Legacy of Violence. BUT, Blood in the Breeze will be a continuation of the expansions with Fynta, picking up with Kotet because I need to finish that story. Oh, and I’ve also got something planned for Theron’s little stunt, I’m looking forward to that one because Fynta will be highly annoyed that his idiocy is interrupting her life.

Do You Accept Prompts: Always! It might take me forever to fill them, but I always love requests and suggestions. 

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: Honestly, I’m soooo close to the end of Trigger, that I can’t wait. There are only four or five chapters left in that one. As far as stories that I’m not looking to wrap up any time soon, I’d have to say Sithy Bunch. It’s such a massive family story and so far off anything that I’ve written before that I love it so much.

Tagging… @kunoichi-ume, @dimigex, @tishinada, @cavalier-life

[talonsaconite-archived]

3. My resentment with the community (part 1)

previous post: 2. anonymous asks and why they really upset me

next post: 3. My resentment with the community (part 2)

This part of my post will take the longest time to read. It was also the hardest part to write for me, because here I am talking about a lot of different things regarding the community and the community’s actions and reactions. It is difficult to talk about it all and to talk about my honest feelings and thoughts. I have very mixed feelings. Some things moved me to tears and made me happy. But other things made me really sad and hurt me, deeper than you can imagine. I’m not even sure if any of you can follow my thoughts and understand my pain, understand why some things hurt me the way they did. However, I need to get this all out and come clear. So that means you have a bitter pill to swallow if you choose to read until the end. And I cannot guarantee I won’t hurt anyone with my words. Let’s continue where I ended the last part. So, I received anonymous asks that hurt me, although they didn’t contain any “hate”, or what I understand as hate. While I had no strength to argue with them or even the strength to give them a proper reply, others did in my position. Others raised their voice on my behalf and took my side, even protected me. At least it felt like it. One person even took it so far to reblog the question along with a whole argumentation against the anonymous person writing me. It was a good feeling to know I had people getting behind me and aiding me. My mood was overall very low and I felt depressed, so seeing people doing this made me feel really glad to have you as my mutuals. However, that feeling didn’t last long. While I am really grateful for the people taking my side here and defending Joe as an original character, doubts came up. At some point, I was confused, and slowly, I started to distrust the people’s good intentions. I don’t know. It was really nice reading the supporting comments and such, but it didn’t help me with my problem with Moira at all. The problem persisted. The problem started with her reveal and the community’s reaction. From what I have observed, people literally threw themselves at Moira immediately, even before any Moira rp blog existed. People basically begged Moiras for interactions. People praised Moira loudly, as if there was no tomorrow. People instantly wanted to ship with her. I’ve been on tumblr for about a year and 4 months now and this is the first time I saw such an overwhelming positive reaction towards a character. But considering how similar Moira and Joe are, seeing such reactions clearly hurt me. It has been always like that, original character have to prove themselves worthy to be even looked at. It is hard. Getting dismissed even harder. I’ve put so much work and effort into Joe and I never experienced such a great interest or even the strong desire to interact with my character. Meanwhile, all a canon character has to do is to exist. Do not defy that, because this is something everyone can observe and something that is true for the Overwatch fandom. So, seeing how big the hype was and probably still is, seeing how people basically begged for Moira rp blogs to come to them, it was really easy to feel robbed off your place you have built up for yourself over months. It was really easy to feel pushed out, and ultimately, replaced. It is even easier to feel that way when it is a canon character that basically takes your oc’s place. I daresay that those who only write or have written canon characters will not understand my problem and my emotional state, while I believe that fellow oc creators and writers might have a grasp on the whole problem and the whole pain I was going through. I claim that because I lost close mutuals and friends from who I believe that they didn’t understand my pain. Or, something. I don’t know what the exact reason was, but fact is, I lost them because of Moira existing. I couldn’t be mad at all when a close writing partner was overly exited about Moira and the fact that she is Irish. They immediately suggested doing something with Joe and Moira together. And I believe they were confused why I declined, and that they didn’t really understand why I was hurt. I vented to them. Heavily. But, in hindsight, I should’ve known that this was in vain and perhaps I should’ve shut up. It didn’t end well. At one point I even confronted them and asked them for any differences between Joe and Moira, for any major differences, something to clearly distinguish both. They disappointed me with their answer. Their answer was that Moira sought scientific progress at all cost and not stopping for anything, while Joe did the same but with restrictions. For those who don’t know Joe: I stated in her biography that she went for prison because she conducted human experimentation on her patients without their knowledge, even willingly killing some of them. Instead of just writing and publishing a paper that got dismissed, Joe went ahead and experimented directly on human test subjects. I have made a detailed headcanon post about her self experimentation, stating how far she altered her own body after proper research and testing everything on others. I have written with the person for over half a year, we talked quite frequently, and we exchanged headcanons about our muses, so I thought they knew better. But it seemed they didn’t, or never paid enough attention to Joe, so that they put Moira over Joe in terms of who is morally more corrupt and willingly to go the full length. This was and still is a big deal to me. After telling this them, they… well. Told me I should hold on because this is difficult. Them saying this proved my point further that they are too similar, and that there are no differences. After a few days, I tried to talk to them again and tried putting our differences aside. I saw this as an argument between us, but I am not sure how they viewed the conversation. But the end result was, that I confronted them whether they still had any interest in writing with me. I never received an answer to that question. So I took this as a clear answer. There was another conversation I had with a person. I knew they made a Moira rp blog next to the blog they already have. I thought that maybe they could offer me some answers, or some differences. We talked a long while, we pretty much examined both biographies and background stories and the facts. But the end result was that there weren’t any significant differences between Joe and Moira. They tried to pull straws, but they found nothing, which left me devastated and frankly heartbroken. Just, overall broken. They wanted to help me. But I also had the feel that they weren’t even trying, and so I lost faith in them. It seemed I lost another mutual. That’s not it. Through my venting, I lost even another mutual. They were overly excited about something concerning Overwatch. I don’t even know what it was anymore, but I know I took it as an opportunity to vent yet again. This time, it was when I heard about the voiceline interaction between Moira and Widowmaker that pretty much shattered me completely. They told me I shouldn’t see it as a competition because it doesn’t have to be a competition. Maybe they were right. However, with how similar these two characters are, it was a competition for me, it felt like that. Promptly, they reacted apathetic towards me. It hurt. Well, maybe I was overreacting since we were never close. However, it hurt. It hurt even more considering they are writing an oc and experienced a short “oh fuck” moment upon Moira’s reveal, too. It hurt even more knowing that they also seek for approval of their oc as well as inclusion of their oc to the canon universe. But also knowing that they well… mainly seem to interact with canon characters, or at least that was what I observed, I just assumed they didn’t know my pain, and in the end, they never really cared. Another mutual lost because of Moira. I also lost another mutual, and this time a really close writing partner and friend. I know that this loss was my fault, but I didn’t feel like I could continue keeping in contact with them, knowing how fast they moved on onto Moira, how fast they started to interact with god knows how many, I counted at least 5 or so within the first week of her reveal, how fast they started to ship their muse with Moira. From my perspective, I felt hurt, I felt quickly replaced, and I felt pushed aside. I mean, even in looks, Moira and Joe are similar. So seeing them immediately shipping, well… it really did feel like Joe is easily replaced. Like there was nothing special about her, like she was just ‘another character’, or well, that it showed canon characters are better. And let me tell you, it hurt seeing them on my dash reblogging apparently every Moira post, it hurt scrolling through their blog even though they were one of my favorites. They weren’t the only one doing that. It was like my dash was Moira only. I couldn’t scroll through my favorite blogs or coming online without seeing her everywhere. It felt like a slap in the face, that kind of slap that makes you turn your head. Especially the people claiming they loved Joe and that they missed Joe did that. So tell me, how should I trust you and believe you that you really miss Joe when you clearly have moved on onto Moira, and seeing how Moira took over your interactions and your blog, too. The answer is, I didn’t believe them a single word. I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. During that time, I was still on tumblr and my blog was not archived. But all I got out from what was happening, I got the feel that it wouldn’t even make a difference if I was gone. I know that people tried to help me somehow, and that they were probably overwhelmed with the problem at hand. But there was another thing that really hurt. That thing was that quite a few people, quite a few, even friends, even anonymous asks suggested to me that I should change Joe. That I should change something in her background story, that I should change anything there, that I should change her appearance even, like changing her hair color. These suggestions only evoked questions in me: Joe was here first. Then why should I change Joe for the sake of a canon character? Why should I change my oc and with that basically move and make space? Why should I do that to distinguish them, why do I have to do this? Why is this my job? Needless to say… it hurt, too. It hurt, because it felt like I was told to move and change because of canon, because of Moira. I don’t have any other way to put how I feel but like this. Considering the matter with Widowmakers creation, there is another thing that hit me deep and that hurt. Do you still remember how I wanted to talk to a former mutual who had made a Moira blog? I also talked to them on another behalf. They wanted to suggest a plot to me, and I was curious enough to give it a listen. But after hearing what they suggested, I felt shattered all over again. They wanted to suggest that both Moira and Joe work on Widowmaker, that Moira did the main part and seeking out for Joe for a little help. Now consider this: Joe’s whole foundation is her being the sole maker of the deadly sniper. Why? Because this was the very first and is the main thought I had making Joe. This is her identity. This is her being. Their suggestion would’ve taken this all away. I wish that was all I had to say, and that this was all that upset me. Sadly, there’s more.