#OC Adrian

[imagination-overreaction]

Who would get along with Flick? :3

Flick is a demon/shapeshifter, they got sent to the human realm to socialize with humans and integrate with them, but they're really bad at the whole human thing.

Flick is very sweet, just extremely naive - they want everyone to be their friend and get along with everyone else.

Hello Bug!!!

I think a lot of people of mine would get along with Flick, honestly, but I don't want to pick one of the 3 I'm always thinking about...

Of all the human OCs I have, I think the one that would be the most enthusiastic about being Flick's new best friend is Adrian, my necromancer OC. Not only does he like to (legally and ethically) bring people and entities back from the dead, but he's also really into studying demons as a little side-hobby...maybe a side PhD. I need to think more about his actual life but whatever.

I know our demon lore is different, but that would honestly fascinate him more. He might be a little bit too question-y about what Flick is, but he would also politely nod along and roll with it if Flick went "nuh uh" to the Demon accusations lol. (Adrian would also be happy to give them Human-ing tips)

[nobitchs-world]

When y/n gets too annoying to the point you want to stop reading

[zheida]

[filurig]

OK I WENT AND SCANNED THE ZINE I MADE AND... here are most of the pages - so every middle "spread" has one left and right page on the back of it and then a bigger pic once its unfolded, but didnt include every side for every larger spread.

this basically explores a bit of folke and adrian's relationship - adrian, the Creature, ends up finding folke's brother's recently deceased corpse and imitates his appearence, the only real way for a basilisk in their world to learn to shapeshift into something.

So their relationship is a bit complicated. but also, it ends up eventually settling into something that isnt only full of bitterness...

[the-fridge-orange]

adrian if he was in the rapunzel twst event

[carniecarnage]

i was feeling my emo phase today so i had to make a guy

[beebundt]

omg i don't think i ever posted this.

family photo in our campaign as of currently, everyone's fucked up dealing with a zombie apocalypse rn & newfound childcare lmao + a small doodle of teen firbolg npc we met, vaehreim! i love them

[trailblazey]

you took the wrong turn at the wrong time

[lavandulawrites]

Nirvana

Yandere!Loser x reader

Minors And Ageless Blogs Do Not Interact

Repost

I finally got around and wrote something for my favourite loser, it has been a long time since last time. I hope you like this pathetic Nirvana-loving man as much as I do<3

Masterlist

Adrian’s (Yandere Loser) Character Profile

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, original character, public masturabation, obsession, implied stalking, lovesick behaviour, delusional behaviour

Word count: 960

His black jacket was zipped up all the way as a way to keep the biting cold winter air out. His wired air-buds were playing Smells Like Teen Spirit. His pale hands were shoved inside his pocket were his left hand toyed with the receipt he had found at your desk. His late night activity (he had jacked off outside of your apartment complex to the silhouette of you in your bedroom window) had stolen his sleep, but he hadn’t minded the night before. However now as the sleeplessness hit him like a drunk driven truck, he started regretting only getting two hours of sleep. Adrian turned up the volume with the button of the wire. And as usual, the raw sound of Kurt Cobain’s voice calmed his nerves.

The bus stopped in front of the shabby bus-stop. Its breaks letting out a shrilling sound. The black haired man sighed in relief as he entered the empty bus. The metal piercings had made his ears numb, and the warmth of the bus was pleasant. He ventured as far back as he could without sitting at the row of back seats in the back, as those often were filled with annoying middle school teens. Despite Adrian’s social awkwardness, the teens never dared to mess with him given his dark clothing and cold stares, but that didn’t stop him from hating them. He slumped back in his seat as he leaned his head against the icy window. The outside blurred together in a mass of white and grey colours as the bus driver drove way over the given speed limit.

The minutes pasted and after the seventh Nirvana song, the bus came to an halt. Its doors swung open and the gloomy man’s humour soured. Please don’t be any of those annoying teens he thought bitterly. Then the sky cleared and in stepped the source of his joy. You were alone and dressed rather casually, but to Adrian you looked like an otherworldly being. He shrunk in his seat as if getting spotted by you would be utterly embarrassing. To his surprise you took a seat by the window two rows in front of him. He cowered his mouth with his hand has he let out a surprised yelp. He ripped out his air-buds as he was afraid he would miss even the tiniest sound from you.

To his joy, you two were the only passengers on the bus. He could see your reflection in the window if he leaned against it with a slightly strained neck. His heart was beating like crazy and he thought he would die from heart attack right then and there. The longer he watched you scroll on your phone with air-buds plugged in your ears, the more he could feel the strain in his loose black jeans. He wanted to roll his eyes at his pitiful state, but he couldn’t help to get bricked up in your proximity.

You were so incredibly beautiful after all, so his reaction was only natural. After making sure you or anyone else couldn’t see it (thank god the bus didn’t have any surveillance cameras) he pulled out his open jacket so that it worked as a little cover. He quietly unzipped his jeans and pulled his dark blue down. He blew in his hand before he gripped his achingly hard dick. His pale dick was flushed an angrily pink and pre-cum was already leaking from the rip. He had to use his hand that was closed to the window, his left hand, despite being right handed due to the jacket that worked like a cover.

Adrian spat in his hand before he worked it up and down the shaft in a slow motion. He needed to be careful so you didn’t notice anything. His grey-blue eyes found your reflection as he watched you with a lidded gaze. He let out a shaky breath as his thumb stroke over his swollen tip. He worked his hand a little faster and pleasure shrouded through him. He threw his head back and bit his lip harshly, to quite any of his whimpers.

You were putting on chapstick on your beautiful lips in a careful manner, which resulting Adrian to almost drool. God he wished it was your lips that were wrapped around his dick instead of his hand. He tightened his grip and picked up the pace. Pale was coated in pre-cum as he continued to jack off. The vein alongside his cock was strained and he was close. So close that he couldn’t help the low whimpers that escaped his lips. With a hasty motion he pulled out a handkerchief from his jacket with his right hand. His breathing was rapid and the warm feeling deep within his gut spread like lightning through his veins. With his gaze strained to your form, he came so hard he saw white stars. Warm cum pumped out from his dick and onto the handkerchief. He slumped forward with his forehead resting against the seat in front of him.

He breathed heavily for a while, before he shoved his dick back into his underwear. He carefully pulled up the zipper with one hand as he stuffed the used handkerchief into his pant pocket. After whipping his hands on a new tissue, he ran his hand through his black soft hair.

He watched you exit the bus at the bus stop by your work. Blue eyes followed you to the door of the worn little coffee shop. He put in his air-buds again and clicked play on the same song he had saw you listing to. You would be his. It wouldn’t be long now. Nothing could ever keep you from him. You were destined to be.

[sleepyminty]

You either die third wheeling or live long enough to become the fun uncle of the family that you third wheeled for the rest of your life

[nobitchs-world]

My ancestors looking down at me as I talk about how much I love white men

[wierdblavk-girl]

Adrian Chase x black!fem!reader bf headcanons

A/n- sorry for not posting it’s kind of hard for me to finish something on time but I hope you enjoy this appetizer while I work on the other things

Worships the ground you walk on

Brag to everyone the mailman, his coworkers, the team, really anyone around him will be hearing about how amazing his girlfriend is

Since Adrian is really bad at lying you’ll probably find out about his secret identity as vigilante

Obviously it didn’t scare you away so he’s happy you’re never leaving

Y’all are locked in after that point

He’s a good boyfriend he might be a little clueless but he tries!

Like getting you flowers

And buying your favorite snacks

He does get his relationship advice from Chris so when you guy first meet it’s kinda weird

He will fight anyone who is racist towards you even if the person is 2x his size

100% husband material even tho if you do get it won’t change anything about your relationship other than your status

Living with him is never probably because he can talk for hours and still have more to talk about so you better be a listener

Can’t cook for shit sorry the only thing he knows how to make is canned tuna and hot pockets so

He learns how to do black hair just in case

A night owl to an extent he can patrol at night and stay til the morning or he can be in bed 9:00 o clock on the dot in bed sleeping

He doesn’t drink coffee at at he’s just naturally energetic

In conclusion 10/10 boyfriend

Taglist: @mystic-mara

[azulazenin]

Her Sweet Boy

Kinktober 2024 | Pegging

Paring: Adrian Tepes/Original Character (Mihaela Karnstein)

Summary: Mihaela pegs her sweet husband for the first time

Warnings: Explicit content, pegging (obviously). Minors DNI !

A/N: This is an extra for my story The Blackest Day, and its sequel Swan Song. Be mindful that in this particular universe, Alucard was born in 1451, not 1456 like the show, and Mihaela was born in 1453. However, they are both dhampirs and they develop faster, by the time this excerpt happens they are physically, emotionally and mentally adults.

1470

Mihaela was having the time of her life, delighting in the sounds of her dear love beneath her. Adrian was a sight to behold, so beautiful in his white sleeping shirt that resembled a very tiny chemise, the tissue perfectly hugging his body and enhancing all his best spots, lifted up to his waist level and lowered on his chest, exposing his full breasts.

Mihaela had one of his nipples in her mouth, sucking and licking circles around it as she moved on top of him, in and out, in and out, the phallic, rubberized toy on the strap she wore, in and out of his tight hole. Penetrating him was nothing new; more often than not, giving him head included having two of her fingers shoved deep into his ass, but it was the first time she had him like this, writhing and moaning under her as he begged to be fucked harder, for her to push the fake cock deeper.

“Honey, p-please...” Adrian whined, his cock hard and throbbing against his belly.

His nipple slipped off Mihaela’s mouth and she looked up, never stopping to rock her hips against his. “Please what, my sweet?”

“L-Let me t-touch myself… please, I-I need to touch...”

She chuckled, so grateful for having taken the little trip to the Turkish market at the coast of the Black Sea where they found all sorts of peculiar stuff, from aphrodisiacs and questionable pieces of underwear to the toy that had him whimpering like a maiden on her wedding night. “But of course, my sweet boy, anything you need.”

Adrian thanked her and grabbed his cock, a relieved sighed escaping his throat when he started to jerk off.

Mihaela smirked, kneeling in between his wide open legs and squeezing his thighs, increasing the pace of her movements. She was dripping wet, both from Adrian’s reactions and the base of the toy brushing against her cunt, causing her to thrust harder, pursuing both his and her relief.

“Fuck honey, y-you’re s-so good… a-ah!” He moaned, his face flushed and eyes burning with desire when he looked up at her body hovering over his: the image of her naked body, tits bouncing and curls glued to her forehead as she fucked the rubber cock into him would forever haunt his wet dreams. “I’m so close...”

She leaned closer to him and grabbed his chin, capturing his lips on a sloppy kiss, his desperate moans muffled by her mouth on his, his legs caging her waist and his free hand scratching her back, the notion of the inversion of roles driving them wild. Mihaela wasn’t much of a exhibitionist, but in the heat of the moment, she couldn’t help but imagine how scandalized some people would get if they knew she was pegging her husband on their marital bed.

The thought alone caused Mihaela to clench around nothing, thrusting impossibly faster, moaning into his mouth whenever the rubber hitted her clit. Adrian’s back arched in pleasure, his hand moving up and down his length until he couldn’t take it anymore and reached his climax in an explosion that painted his abs white. But Mihaela kept thrusting, fucking into him until her bud was red and swollen from the stimulation and she reached her orgasm too.

She gasped, laughing her high off when she withdrew, untying the strands of the strap and tossing it aside before falling on top of Adrian. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her against his chest, kissing her forehead with a smile on his lips.

“Thank you for doing this, my love. You were amazing.”

Mihaela chuckled. “I should be the one thanking you, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this. Actually, maybe we should do it again… think you can ride me next time?” She suggested with a devilish smirk on her face.

Adrian blushed, her boldness during their intimate moments would never cease to amaze him. “We’ll see, my darling, we’ll see.”

[lelelego]

distractions

[heybiji]

drew some chibis of the PCs from the Masks: A New Generation game I've been running for my good time pals

[filurig]

– this whole - the dancing, singing, pole...raising. it is all rather ridiculous... 'midsummer'. i fail to... see the point of this human... invention. for once.

arvo's words were slurred, uneven - as if merely letting them past his lips was a great effort... this was, no doubt, influenced by the drink in his hand, resting on his stomach. folke, who had, in fact, brewed the alcohol that they were drinking, giggled - not exactly sober himself.

– i'm... the only human here, arvo. remember...

– no kraksi, or crakam, in sartrill, raises a huge, leafy pole for long summer days, that much i know.

– okay, haha - the pole thing... the pole thing is entirely human, probably. but... gullmar - tomtar, celebrate 'solvarvir' around the same time... trolls celebrate, uh... oh, curses, i'll butcher it... 'rawr - owa'... rawrr - oh wra? rawr... haha!

arvo opened one of his eyes slowly, fighting against some kind of weight that has, somehow, been set upon them - in order to look at the human beside him, still struggling to pronounce the foreign word correctly. a corner of the basilisk's lips twitched upwards.

– hm. nevermind what i said. there is a certain element of entertainment present, i suppose...