#talking oc

[letstalktea]

Contents: M!OC x M!OC, vampires, oral sex, cockwarming,

Lachlan Riddick belongs to @inkyquince

Dread was an expert at being on his knees. 200+ years of attending church along with just as many years seducing who knew how many kine so he could gobble them up had taught him the skill well. If he were a lesser man with only one mortals worth of experience, he may have given up on his task by now, but Dread was disciplined and patient and-

Losing his absolute mind!

His mouth was full of his favorite cock – the biggest, fastest, juiciest one he'd ever seen in his 200 years – and he was stuck nursing the beautiful thing rather than worshipping it because his precious Lala wouldn't give in and just fuck his mouth already. It was a cruel joke that he could be nearly choking on the thing – or, he would be if he could choke – and still not be able to enjoy it fully. But he supposed this was retribution for his own stupid idea.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” Dread said as he pushed a strand of hair behind his ear and undid Lachlan’s torn jeans enough to free his massive, heavy cock. He smiled mischievously as he kissed the bulbous head of Lachlan’s cock. Once, twice, then a quick lick along the veins that ran through the length of his shaft. “It’s not fair.”

Ignoring the small Lasombra for any amount of time was unfair by his standards. Lala could spoil him every moment of the day and it still wouldn’t be enough to satisfy the part of him that demanded to be adored.

Lachlan looked down at him with a toothy grin and eyes like fog that Dread could get lost in over and over again. “Do what you gotta do.”

Dread returned Lala’s look with a cocky smirk and a wink. “Bet you won’t be able to ignore me anymore after this~”

Then, he parted his black tinted lips wide and wrapped them around Lala's thick cock head, swallowing him down deep into the back of his throat and waiting for Lala to admit defeat to his well-trained mouth.

That was a long time ago though. If Dread could tell time, he would probably even be able to say just how obnoxiously long he had been on his knees while mindlessly drooling around the cock. Goodness knows he was painfully hard just imagining when Lala would finally snap and fuck his throat raw.

His pale icy eyes looked up at Lala, trying to see how close he was to cracking. Based on the knowing, arrogant grin staring down at him through strings of flesh, the answer was not at all.

"You gonna give up, sugar tits?"

Dread's brows knitted together.

"Hey, I'm loving you slobbering all over my dick. I ain't gonna stop you from sucking on it."

That sounded really good right now; sucking on Lala's dick like it was an ice pop in summer (not that Dread knew what it was like to actually eat an ice pop, but the vivid image in his head of licking and sucking and deepthroating such a task treat was a familiar one all the same). The thought left him squirming where he kneeled, hips rolling against the air in a futile attempt to get any kind of friction. 

The humiliation and frustration of their stand-off was made worse when he imagined how many kine must have been watching both of them with lust in their eyes; the same that were hollering for him to start the real show already. He didn't mind an audience, but a part of him was twitching to tell them to fuck off and stop staring at his Lala – his Lala who was handsome enough to make any whore (read: Dread) drop their panties with just a look and absolutely vile enough to leave those same whores little better than the fleshlights he went through so easily.

His head began to spin, filled with thoughts of how brutally Lachlan would tear up his throat the moment he snapped. He'd shove that monster so violently down his throat that it would choke him. Lala would pump his stomach full of hot, thick cum then pick him up and use his tight hole whatever way he wanted after all his teasing and that… that was a hot thought.

Dread was the one who finally gave in.

He didn't bother to hide or disguise the disgustingly wet, sloppy sounds that filled the air as he began to bob his head over Lala's length. His tongue hungrily slumped at the stream of veins that ran across Lala's cock, moaning deep in his throat at the taste he loved so dearly and hoping that Lala could feel how deep his perverse desire to be fucked stupid ran.

As Dread began to pull back, he felt two fists ball in his hair.

His gaze trailed upward – past the hem of Lachlan's old tank top, over the shiny golden piercings that littered his collar bone, ignoring the mouth and melting lips he wanted to so badly devour with his own – until his cool blue eyes were locked on the cloudy ones staring back down at him, hungry and eager.

Lala's fangs glistened through his flaps of skin and something twisted around inside of Dread and made him melt.

“Ya done fuckin’ around, sugar tits?”

Dread was back to humping the air, silently begging for what he knew came next.

Lachlan’s fists tightened in the smaller kindred’s long black hair and pushed him forward until his nose was pressed against the curly hairs that grew across his pelvis. He was gonna fucking enjoy ruining his throat after putting up with that bullshit teasing for so long.

Lachlan loved a whore that knew how to use their mouth – or any hole, really – but tolerating Dread’s tantrum was a way to test him. Cockwarming was fun as shit, especially when the hole holding onto his dick was nice and warm, but he didn't want to hold back; he wanted to fuck that face that looked up at him so adoringly and twist it round until is was a mess for him.

He pulled back on Dread's hair, slowly pulling the man off his cock before violently shoving him forward again while thrusting his hips into the wet mouth that was now sucking at him so eagerly.

The whines and whimpers that vibrated around his cock begged for more, for something rougher and less caring and aggressive. Dread wanted Lala right now, however he would have him.

"Get it sloppy, pretty boy.” Because as soon as Dread was done, Lachlan was going to yank him off and fuck his ass so hard it would jumpstart his heart back to life.

[word-count-bullet-count]

I've been seeing a lot of knight posts recently. pretty great

[crow-caller]

as a child there's nothing cooler than a kid who gets subjected to evil experiments and gains special abilities. it's even cooler if these abilities also cause unfathomable suffering to use/against others. children love stories like this.

[ode-2-joy]

hey girl, are you (be cool and edgy) a gun (but not too edgy!) because you're pretty (great job, you've fucked this up already no going back) and i want you in my mouth? (say something british now, that never fails) tally-ho!

[everchased]

THAT one's goin on the list too now!

[kottkrig]

People liking your personal OCs is still such a crazy feeling, I've been doing this for years and ppl asking about them still fills my entire heart with warmth and idk how to handle it

You enjoy this fictional guy I made up for fun?? Whose only content is random artwork or writing made by me and a handful of other artists at most? They have no show/book/game with a large fandom, it's just one person with an art blog?? I love u

[divorcetual]

I am actually so serious I think it really messes with a childs creativity and joy to tell them to never make a mary sue OC. Like that unbridaled form of joy where you make a self insert OC who super cool and everyone loves them and they have every superpower in the world SHOULD be something a kid makes, it nourishes their ability to create things for fun and not be stifled by "oh but what if my character is too overpowered and cringey...". whatever

[wolfythewitch]

Guys you have to understand, every horny comment I've ever made was a bit. I am so very asexual

[shithowdy]

if your "original story/rpg" idea is rooted in the premise of "what if [existing franchise] was good?" then just start over. i am not kidding. your ego is like insulation spray foam being inserted into the cracks of the premise-- sure it fills the gaps, but it's beyond ugly and everyone can see it.

[monstersholygrail]

When you tell him "just the tip" but he's a tentacle monster so he proceeds to slam about a foot of his tentacle deep inside you before fucking you within an inch of your life.

[letstalktea]

Release the blorbs unto the masses

Gib

Hfkxktdyifyogig! Hi, Quiet! There are a few of them, so buckle up!

Dread (he/they)

A nasty little Lasombra vampire that tells everyone he's a Malkavian. He measures at 5'2.5" and keeps getting shorter as the size difference kink dictates. He's nearly 250 years old and originally born in France. Despite his age, he's taken a liking to modern goth culture and has gone through the painstaking process of changing his body to match his new aesthetic.

He's supernaturally beautiful and in an incredibly unhealthy relationship with his sire. He's a little pervert that uses sex to hunt and is a sweet little submissive masochist. Despite being a goth vampire, he's still a practicing Catholic... which makes the fact that he has a bleeding stigmata kind of weird. He doesn't think highly of humans and sees them as little more than food and tools, so he also tends to be quick to kill the ones that get under his skin.

We have lovingly decided he gets to date one of Inky's vampires. Their ship name is Dralala.

Father Géroux (he/him)

Dread's sire who is even older than he is by quite a large margin. He's a priest by name, but a monster by practice. Every terrible thing about Dread was inherited from this man. He uses religion for the power it grants rather than any actual belief, even though he still seems to genuinely follow the practices to a degree.

He is a genuine sadist with a trail of blood in his wake.

Marcus (he/him)

Dread's little human who can somehow keep up with a vampire and has a not so small crush on Dread. He questions himself everyday about why he's chasing someone so much younger than him (as far as he thinks). He does not know about the existence of the supernatural.

His job is questionably legal at best and is how he and Dread met. He thinks Father Géroux is a creepy pervert priest who is clearly after Dread and would gladly take the man out boating wrapped in a cement suit.

William (he/they)

The leader of a pro-augmentation cult in a cyberpunk society. His nickname is "The Mouth of God" because he spreads the word of God and communicates to the cult. They believe that augmenting your body brings you closer to God.

In reality, the Great Old Ones are real and he is one of the proxies of one such god. He is called The Mouth of God because he is literally the god's mouth. When people augment themselves he will devour the part they have given up as a sacrifice to his god. All these sacrifices hasten the awakening of the god, there by bring the cult closer in a way they didn't expect.

Is so sexually repressed it isn't funny. He blushes at every little innuendo and gets easily flustered.

Is poly with Nataliya and Ears.

Nataliya (she/they/xe)

The Eyes of God. Her sight goes both ways, meaning she sees what the sleeping god does and vice versa. It's a lot for a single person to handle. Sometimes she sees the future, which is why she wears all the stickers. Every day has a different sticker arrangement so that when she sees herself in future visions she knows exactly when the vision takes place based on what stickers she's wearing.

She is a bitch. Will insult you to your face and pick at all your insecurities, but is also the most shy and needy person when it is just her and her partners. She's a complete and total submissive bottom.

In a poly with William and Ears.

Ears (he/she/they)

The Ears of God. Real name unknown. The god listens to the lamentations of humanity and praise him through Ears. He is mute and partially deaf, so he speaks exclusively in sign language.

He is very kind but straightforward and blunt. He is not the leader of the cult, but he is the top dog amongst the throuple. He's a soft Dom that will love you deeply and passionately but also make you love yourself.

In a poly with William and Nataliya.

[recklessmoss]

sorry for my whimsy of being able to make an OC every other week,,,, it's incurable,,,

[demaparbat-hp]

*pats Zuko's head* This bad boy can fit so many near-death experiences.

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Read For the Spirits Chapter VIII here!

[slater-baby]

Lieutenant Price who can’t keep his eyes off of you at the bar, cheeks red with heat and want that he can’t even begin to tame

Lieutenant Price who takes an extra shot of rum before shooting his shot

“This seat taken?”

“Depends,” you reply, looking over the clean-shaven man who stands before you, “You buying?”

Lieutenant Price who wrings his hands behind his back as he confidently asks you out, right up until you say ‘yes’

Lieutenant Price who tries his best to be a gentleman when he gets between the sheets.

Lieutenant Price who groans and grunts as he feeds his cock into your cunt, trying with every ounce of his will not to shove himself in up to the hilt before you’re stretched and ready

“Mm—god, darling,” he manages, shaking with the force it takes to hold himself back, “You’re so tight…god, I can fuckin’ see myself in your stomach…”

…

Captain Price who isn’t afraid to let his eyes linger on you when he takes u to the bar with his boys—likes it when you know that he’s always watching, that he’s always hungry

Captain Price who buys you an extra shot of rum before pulling you into his lap in the middle of the bar, feeding it to you while he blows cigar smoke out the side of his mouth

“C’mon, darling,” he drawls, “Drinks on me. Another one won’t hurt.”

Captain Price who brazenly slips his hands under the waistband of your pants right then and there, rasping a slow invitation back to his place while he pushes his fingers in and out of your slick folds

Captain Price who’s so far gone he can’t act like a gentleman anymore

Captain Price who hustles you into the bar’s bathroom and hastily locks the door, before he all but rips his belt out of his belt loops

Captain Price who holds you down against the bathroom countertop. He bullies his aching dick into your swollen pussy, yanking you by the hair just to keep you in place underneath him

“Sit still, love,” he spanks you, grabbing a harsh handful of your ass right after, “Behave, and I might just let you lick me clean when this is all over.”

[cryptidclownz]

watch dog cat

p2!