#black human oc

[bibiwrld]

𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧.—𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 “𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧” 𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜!

Contains: Eventual smut, Alucard yearning for a companion, slightly naive oc, romance, slow burn.

part 1, part 2

Year: 1478

“Fill me up, Margot!” The bearded man slammed his jug on the counter.

With a gentleness in her voice and a calm smile, she filled his jug. “Sure thing.”

The bar was rather lively on a night like this, which gave Margot a little anxiety, being that she was a bit introverted and shy.

But she needed this job, she needed the money.

“Blood rained from the sky and the Devil warned us!” A man shouted drunkenly.

She often heard stories of Dracula, his son, Alucard, a sorceress and a Belmont from many locals. Dracula almost committed genocide starting right here in Wallachia, after the church murdered his beloved wife, then celebrated it.

How cruel.

Sighing deeply at the horrible thought, Margot wiped the bar table. With each movement, she couldn’t help but feel as if she was being studied.

Looking around the crowded bar, she noticed someone in a black cloak, looking in her direction.

Eyes of amber, almost golden, were locked on her.

She knew all the regulars and she’s never seen this cloaked man before.

Quickly tearing her eyes away in fear, she continued wiping tables.

“What do you think, Margot?” Robin, another barmaid asked.

Margot turned. “H-huh?”

“About what Dracula did, would you have supported him during that time?” A hand on her hip.

“I-I rather not s-say.” She stuttered, avoiding conversation.

With a smirk, Robin shouted, getting the attention of the entire bar. “Margot supports Dracula!”

Margot’s eyes almost flew out of their sockets at the sudden claim. Judgmental eyes piercing through her, waiting for an explanation.

“Th-that’s not what I said!” She’s never raised her voice this high before. Her heart raced, trying to defend herself. “I-I just think Dracula had every right to be heartbroken…from the lo-loss of his true love..who was pro-proven to be innocent of any forms of-of witchcraft..after she was executed.”

She scanned the bar, faces contorting into understanding, but she locked eyes with those golden orbs again, that she couldn’t seem to read. Nervously she continued, averting her gaze. “I think..a-anyone would do something a little..crazy for the on-ones they love, but Dracula was wrong for harming innocent people.”

The crowd cheered at her words, causing her to breathe out in relief, she hated being put on the spot like that.

Robin rolled her eyes, forcing a drink in Margot’s hands. “Cloak guy wants a drink.”

Hesitantly look in the direction, she nodded with a dry reply. “O-okay.”

Making her way to him was as nerve wracking as being right in front of him. Resting the large jug of beer on the table, with a trembling hand, Margot avoided eye contact with the stranger. “Here’s your drink, sir.”

“Thank you.” His voice was soft, smooth like a new born lamb and very curt.

With a small bow, she turned on her heel to escape the scary stranger.

“Have you ever been to Dracula’s castle?” This question was quite odd.

“N–”

“Look at me, young lady.” His voice remained soft, but his command was strong.

Lifting her head submissively, her eyes fell upon his golden ones, but most of his face was still hidden beneath the dark cloak he sported with a black mask that covered his nose to his mouth. But yet still he held a beauty. Lush lashes…and blonde like those of a gorgeous maiden.

“No sir, I-I haven’t.”

“Why not?”

Margot grew weak at all these questions. “Um..it’s just something I haven’t thought of..doing. B-besides….Lord Alucard, Son of Dracula is the- the Guardian of the castle now, I don’t think he we-welcomes visitors.”

“Fair enough.” He kept his words short. “I like how you defend yourself and others honor, it’s..brave.”

If it weren’t for her dark complexion, he would’ve seen the warm tint of pink across her cheeks.

“Th-thank you, sir.” She quickly glanced between his eyes and the wooden bar floor.

He never once tore his eyes from Margot. Eyes studied her like a book he was interested in. “Adrian. Call me..Adrian.”

“Margot.”

“Margot. Pearl.” He muttered. “ A pearl of beauty.”

Her lips parted at his words, stunned. “I–”

Gently cutting her off. “I’m not much of a drinker, do you have..other options..?”

“Y-yes, freshly squeezed lemonade.”

“I’ll take that.”

Finally nodding, she picked up his beer and swiftly moved.

“What are you doing with that beer, Margot?” Peter, the owner of the bar asked.

“The gentleman wearing a cloak wanted a lemonade instead.” She replied in her soft voice, pouring the lemonade.

“In a cloak? I don’t see anyone.”

Turning around with the glass, her brows furrowed.

The cloaked gentleman..was gone.

[duckysprouts]

Does MC (Transmigrated into Jacob Black) actually care about Bella? have they formed any sort of connections with the other characters beside from what the system makes them do?

jake is in a weird place mentally where he hasn’t fully accepted this world to be his reality so in his head he’s in an otome game as a background character. he likes bella the way that we like jacob (fictional character) but i don’t think he’s fully come around mentally, which is why he accepted the whole situation so easily

but everyone is real and i think part of jake knows that. he’s just sorta traumatized from dying and transmigrating so he’s in denial (or legit doesn’t give a shit. i’m honestly unsure what jacob’s real personality is)

[sorry-not-feeling-it-right-now]

Undertale but you’re on a path in the woods, and at the end of that path is a cabin, and at the basement of that cabin is a monster prince

You’re here to slay him, and if you don’t it’ll be the end of the world or something idk

Oh and there are dead children voices inside your head fighting with each other

(Btw no romance in this cause that’ll be weird)

[venusandthestars]

Cherries

The jungle is freezing, especially at night with this rain. You're lucky to be inside the hut, a warm fire on your back, your mate A'Resmoth, under you, the taste of cherries on your tongue.

He had told you he was going on a hunt, only to surprise you with one of your favorite treats: cherries. You had told him about it a few days in a passing thought. He decided right then and there his love was going to get her cherries.

Now here you two were enjoying your night. The rain sends in a cool breeze, now and again. The fire in the middle of the hut sends out a glow, two shadows on the wall.

Your nest, built from branches and leaves, is decorated with multiple furs, different creatures from different planets, all hunted and skinned by A'Resmoth. "You'll have the softest I can find." His mission to keep you happy, comfortable, and fed was his life.

If you're happy, he's happy.

Now look at you two, bellies full, naked, completely relaxed. He loves to take you like this. You, on top of him, his back against the nest, arms spread out at the top.

You've just finished a round of love making, his cum still inside of you as he hasn't pulled out. "Not yet," was all he said when tried to slip off of him. You don't mind when he gets like this. Needy, wanting all your attention. It gives him a break from being your valiant guardian. You start to caress his locs his eyes never leaving you.

"Do you like this?" A tease you are, knowing the answer already. A deep purr from his chest. You chuckle wanting to play with him a bit more. You ghost your fingers across his face to his mandibles.

"Fruit," He mumbles. You lean to the right, plucking a cherry out of the basket bringing it to your lips. The tip of your tongue comes out, licking around the drupe. A'Resmoth watches his pupils dilated at the erotic sight.

Once you're satisfied the fruit is covered with you, you place it into his waiting warm mouth. With his quick reflexes, his left hand grabs your right hand and nips the tips of your fingers. The sweet little moans you left out spurs him on. He tilts his head back dropping your hand, he closes his eyes.

"Please, my mate, use me." A deep voice begs.

How could you say no to that?

You lean back on your hands lift your hips and start to treat yourself. Up and down, you bounce. You moan out, sweet sounds to him, wanting to listen to you forever.

"My love, look at me, please look at me, watch me." A delicious voice begs.

How can he say no to that?

He brings his head down, eyes fixated on the way your pussy engulfs his dick, your first orgasms coating it, a creamy white mix. His grunts lines up with your moans, your souls in sync.

He picks up a cherry, slipping the plump part into your mouth. Once you bite it off the stem, he flicks it away and sticks a finger into your mouth.

"Suck." You do as he says. Sucking and moaning around the digit, you start to swirl your hips clockwise and counterclockwise on him. A'Resmoth grunts feeling his orgasm sneaking up on him. With one hand on your hip, and one hand braced on your back, he gives no warning when he starts to thrust into you.

Your quiet moans turn loud, his big fat dick making you feel so full, so good. You'd live on it if he'd let you.

You're so light to him, he's bouncing you on his lap trying to stall his orgasm wanting to feel you cum on him again. He sneaks the hand from your hip to your neck giving it a squeeze of course minding his strength.

Staring into his eyes you cry out "I wanna come, A'Resmoth, please."

Thats all it takes to set him off, his cum spilling into you.

"Let go my mate, I want to feel you." He grunts out.

The two of you, cumming together. Pure ecstasy.

It takes a few moments to come down from the high. You're out of breath, you smile at him while he looks at you fondly.

You pop another one in your mouth. "Thank you for the cherries my love."

A/N- Pls tell me if the ending was bad it's my first time writing for this universe. I hope you've enjoyed it!

[spookberry]

the first time I drew these two(when I was 12) they were functionally the Color Guardian's version of Jessie and James,,,

[rochenn]

Love drawing Dooku and Atrem together. Baby cow eyes (evil superhuman space wizard dictator) x demonic death rays that probably glow in the dark (random old guy)... combo of all time

[alexstarksblog]

A little cuteness happened between little one and big guy, nothing unusual hehe :3

[starry-bi-sky]

dnd oc idea where a pair of sisters are also a pair of swan maidens. One of whom is on a quest to retrieve her stolen feather coat while the other comes along to help. The one with her missing coat is your stereotypical high femme swan princess archetype, with the Old School Disney Princess voice and flowing long hair and high and dainty features. Her sister on the other hand, is a butch lesbian, and tends to stay in her swan form 90% of the time.

the high femme swan princess is a monk, while her beloved sister is a wizard.

[black-suns-rim]

What do you got there, Momba?

In the fan collab universe, black momba collects humans like cats. She has 3 humans currently, but that number will rise in due time.

She's holding 2 human children in her hands, iris and "the child"

[drakonstar]

a super fun character design combining cowboys and dinosaurs, along with some horror(?) elements

for scrumptownee on artfight!

instagram | my website

[zafrinaxyz]

secret hideaway

[demidruidart]

⋆🐾°All the bark and Twice the bite⋆🐾°

Guess who took forever to finish this because of the worst brain fog ever, lol. But i finally got it done, and I'm pretty happy with how they came out. So I hope you like her :]. So this is my iteration of Darlin, who I've named Orina or Rin for shot :]

Anyway, Darlin headcannons because I think their neat :]

☆ Any pronouns but prefer more neutral or fem terms

☆ Pansexual/Demiromantic and genderfluid

☆ Love language: Biting ( ｡ •̀ ᵕ •́ ｡) (physical touch/words of affirmation)

☆ Alt/stargirl aesthetic . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

☆ Angel taught them how to Crochet ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Does ballet and cosplay as a hobby

☆ Zoomie King

☆ Surpringly quiet (until around pack/Sam)

☆ Wears a pronoun bracelet with swappable beads (pink for she/her, purple for they/them, blue he/him, and yellow for any)

˚☽˚｡⋆‎‧₊˚✧Design Notes✧˚₊‧ ˚☽˚｡⋆

☆ They have 3C hair

☆ Has an under shave

☆ Piercings: nipple peices (bars), navel pricing, Ashley piercing, nostril piercings, orbital, lobe/upper lobe, and helix.

☆ He has two sleeves and a handful of small individual tattoos.

☆ She has one body mod for each mate, including her own. A heart with wings for angel on his stomach, a star with fairy wings for Babe on their forearm, sparkles on their forearm for Sweatheart and a moon in her preexisting sun tattoo on their shoulder for Sam. (They plan on getting more in the future :])

☆ The large star earrings were a gift from Babe, and the gold heart necklace is a gift from Sam ♡

[devogamer]

black hole

[alexstarksblog]

Hmmm.. Yes.. And again there are new babies, and this is not bad ^^

Black Hole - a young man and the beautiful son of Iris and Raven

Medusa is a cursed Yautja Naga, an introvert and quite unfriendly to both other Yautja and humans. Instead of a left hand she has a prosthesis :P

Ba'lin and Ne'rida are both sea yautja and both quite large comrades (not just in physique). But also very friendly and nice :3

Well, a lot of sketches :3

[ladydemonade]

"Be grateful for Sir Messmer's mercy, had I found thee first there would be no remains left to honor."

Messmer and Hoslow after the rebellion

[astoldbyaja]

Primal Ch.1 ~AU Predator (Franchise)~

Teleya Garrett, a kind-hearted woman, creates a new life for herself in New York City. Between the next heat wave and a war between two vicious rival gangs, Teleya catches the attention of the dangerous Yautja enforcer, Scorpion. As their two worlds collide, danger follows as the FBI comes to hunt Scorpion, but nothing will stop him from being with the human he loves.

Warnings: smut, interspecies love, mentions of domestic violence

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I never forget to look up at the sky and just be thankful for surviving.

You never think you’d find yourself in such a terrifying situation until that first strike happens. It started with hitting the wall when he’s angry, then he degrades you to his friends and they laugh at your embarrassment.

Then it finally happens, fist to face contact and you’re seeing stars.

The next day he apologizes and promises not to do it again, but you don’t believe him. He thinks all is forgiven and puts on his nice mask. He still likes your hair straight and will pay seventy-five dollars to get it chemically straightened and styled so later he can praise its beauty as if you wanted your hair relaxed.

He likes you slim and in shape. You go to his gym, so he can watch you, and you work out. At least you can stay healthy and fit for when you have to escape. He thinks he’s your whole world. Your parents are dead and you’re an only child so you have no one to reach out to. All your friends have moved on forgetting about you. He knows your routine, and he knows where you work so he knows where you are. Always. He thinks you’re all his. But you swear to yourself to get out and so you plan. He doesn’t know you have money inherited from your parents’ life insurance policy, and it’s pretty big money stashed away in an account he knows nothing about. Thank God.

After that fist to face contact again you, have to go to the doctor to make sure you can still see out of your right eye. He’s waiting in the car because he thinks you won’t tell the nurses what happen and you don’t, but you ask them what’s a good medication for sleep that won’t kill a two-hundred-and-fifty-pound man but will definitely make him sleep hard. The nurses know they shouldn’t offer any information, but they don’t want to see you in a body bag, so they give you something from their personal stashes. Most nurses have all kinds of medication for all kinds of illnesses and symptoms.

“If he’s a drinker and you mix this with his alcohol he’ll be knocked out. Won’t hear a thing, won’t feel a thing.”

You know you could go to jail for this, but you’ve planned and so it’s now or nothing. You make him his favorite meal and he appreciates you even if he says it with a tone of skepticism.

You sit down and watch TV hoping he doesn’t taste the crushed-up pills in his drink. You pet the six-month-old black cat, he gives you as a random gift for not blinding you.

He’s horrible to her, so the cat is scared of him, but finds immense comfort in you. You name her Pandora. After thirty minutes, he’s out like a light. You call his name, you scream, you kick him and hit him in the face and he does not stir. You could slit his throat right here, but you don’t. You look at Pandora who just watches innocently from the chair meowing sweetly at you.

If you go to jail he would most likely kill her out of spite for losing control of you. You move fast and do what must be done. You hurry to the bedroom, pack your clothes, just what you need. Pack the cat up, her basic necessities and you leave with your car keys. It’s the only responsibility he will allow you to have. You leave your phone and any other devices he can possibly find you with and drive to the other side of town and stay at a hotel, sneaking the cat in. You’re scared because you’ve never been alone for this long.

The other time was when he allowed you to go your parent’s funeral by yourself as long as you were back the next day. You stare at yourself in the mirror and wonder what your next move is. You hate your hair and everything about it and so you take the kitchen scissors you brought from the house for protection and you just butcher your locks. You cut it all the way off until it’s a small uneven mess. But you laugh during it. You laugh hysterically and cry as well, because you’re free.

The woman next door hears you crying and comes to check on you. She’s someone’s grandmother with dark cocoa skin and white locs. She is beautiful and is a reminder that our black does not crack. She helps you fix your hair and she doesn’t even know your name, but she helps. You sit in silence on the floor between her legs while she snips and cuts to even out the mess you’ve made. You are two strangers who will never see each other again after tonight. In the silence of it all she speaks.

“I’m so very proud of you.” she responds and you nod in agreement finally breaking down again because someone sees you. She gives you money even though you deny the gesture, but she insists, so you take it. “Disappear girl. Go far away and make something of yourself…”

I was twenty- two then. Now it’s been five years, and to this day I still look up at the sky and wonder if he’s thinking of me. I wonder if he gets angry at the fact that I beat him. I survived him.

My name is Teleya Garrett. I work as a executive assistant for a district attorney’s office in New York. It was a big jump, but sometimes you have to jump big to get to freedom. I used some of the money I inherited to find a condo on the upper side of New York. I made sure to keep a budget and with the job I managed to snag, it kept me afloat. Whenever I got really bored, I would babysit for some families who desperately needed child care. Even if they couldn’t pay me much, I didn’t mind. I didn’t need the money, but I wanted to help those who just needed help, like those nurses did for me. I was a college educated woman who had a nice and trusting smile, some said.

Friday was always crazy in New York, and it meant busy streets, and so I would be a little late to the Thompsons house. But once I arrived, they were still grateful.

“Oh, Teleya thank you so much for coming on such short notice.” Kelly Thompson said. She was a single mother of three and worked late at one of the diners in town. Her husband, Mitch, left her when their third child was born. But her construction boyfriend Lou was nice, but he had to work all the time. I shook my head.

“It’s no trouble at all.” I replied setting my bag down. She smiled.

“There’s been so much going on lately with the upcoming heat wave and talk of a gang war happening, I’ve just been filled with so much anxiety. I fear for my girls.” she said truthfully as she tied her white apron to her yellow uniform. I’ve heard there has been tension rising in the slums of New York between some of the rivaling gangs.

“You’d think with this heat they’d be more focused on keeping themselves cool.” I replied, and she nodded dramatically.

“Thank you! Lord and if that’s not enough, the sewers below us are driving me crazy.” she said her eyes moving about as if looking for something. I tilted my head.

“The sewers?” I asked, and she nodded finally finding her hoop earrings and putting them in her ears.

“Yes, for the past two weeks, there’s been rumbling coming from down there. It’s quick, but I hear it. I ask Lou if they’re doing construction, but he says they aren’t. Who knows, hell the earth may be tired of New York and trying to fall out from under us. Purse…. purse, purse.” she said frantically and I just smiled at her.

“It’s on your shoulder.” I pointed, and she looked at her shoulder and groaned in relief.

“Thank you again for coming. I should be back in time to kiss them good night, but if I’m not…?” she trailed off with hopeful eyes, and I smiled.

“I’ll stay until Lou comes.” I replied, and she smiled and gave me a hug. She thanked me again and turned.

“Girls, behave for Teleya!” she called out down the hall as she moved to the door. “There’s money for pizza on the counter by the stove!” That’s usually how it goes. Junk food and movies to immobilize them. I moved down the hall and already saw them in front of the TV. Eliza, Camille, and Tory. Seven, eight, and nine.

“Hey girlies!” I said happily, and they turned to me and smiled with wide eyes.

“Teleya!” they called out and ran to me. I smiled and dropped to my knees and hugged them as they jumped on me. It was already past six and so I helped the girls with their homework, promising pizza and a movie of their choice if they finished it correctly. As they worked, I watched the news.

“The crime rate is sky rocketing after two of New York’s most dangerous gangs, the Hilltop Slashers, an African gang formed in 1982 and the Hu Mongols, a Mongolian gang formed in 1996, declared a gruesome turf war against each other. There have been multiple street fights and shootings of which police have been involved-”

“Teleya, can we watch Moana tonight!” I hear Eliza yell as she runs back into the living room with a DVD cover in her hands. I immediately switch the channel and look at her with a warm smile and nod. That’s their favorite movie.

“Sure. Are you finished with your homework?” I asked.

“Almost. I’ve been helping Camille and Tory too!” she said with pride, and I nodded showing pride myself.

“Good girl, always help your sisters.” I told her, and she nodded and ran back into the room she shared with them. I smiled and got up and moved into the kitchen pulling out my phone for a bit. It was already hot in the house so I opened the window. The air was hot and I hated it.

By nine, the girls were in their beds, with their stuffed animals under their arms. I moved to close the door.

“Teleya, will you sing to us while you’re out there?” Tory asked. I chuckled. I wasn’t the best singer, but it kept them quiet while I tidied up the place after they ran through it all day. I sat my phone down by their bed room door and proceeded to clean the room while Moana’s An Innocent Warrior instrumental played.

“Sure.” I replied leaving the door open. “

Ou mata e matagi. Ou loto mamaina toa. Manatu atu. Taku pelepele.”

Normal POV POV

The only noise Scorpion wanted to hear was the heavy water beneath the sewers as he sat against the sewer walls, the drain opening above him that hid him due to the moon being out. The three bad bloods he had successfully killed, were worthy opponents. He had gashes and cuts all over his body, scars he would soon wear with pride. While he waited for the medicine he applied to work, he sent out a transmission through his wrist gauntlet to the ancient who sent him, letting him know the traitors had been dealt with.

The three bad bloods broke the honor code and fled without facing the consequences. Cowards. They should have just killed themselves and saved the enforcer some time. But now it was over. He cackled lowly and kept his body still listening to the rats squeaking around him as they clawed and nipped at the sides of his armor. He wasn’t bothered by them enough to move any of them. The sewers were perfect for getting around without being seen. There were numerous under ground tunnels and passageways that he himself created long ago. Now that his assignment was complete he had a choice to hunt for himself here or take his ship and return to his yautja prime for a bit.

However, he heard something coming from deep inside the sewers which made his icy white eyes open. Only a rare few yautja had this eye color and it made him extremely popular amongst the females of his tribe, but it also made other clans ridicule him as well, but that was before he moved up the ranks and became an enforcer.

The noise he was hearing made it hard for him to rest. He tried his best to block it out. But it just kept on coming, echoing through the sewers. Scorpion shrilled heavily with annoyance, his mandibles clicking together in irritation. He couldn’t rest until he found out what that annoying sound was. So, he got onto his feet, the bleeding from his wounds had stopped and he hissed lowly before moving down the dark sewers. His bio mask allowed him to see different modes of vision, but for now he used the thermal setting.

As he walked he raised his gauntlet and used the sewer map he created to show him the nearest drain opening. It was in the streets between a neighborhood he had moved through. The noise grew a little louder as he was nearing the next drain opening.

Pa mai to mafanafanaga. Saolotoga tenei Manatunatu. Ki tamafine.

Scorpion had heard the noise before and he concluded it was singing. The voice patterns were high and light and dainty to him.

It was no male, he had heard both the sexes singing from being on this planet for many years. No this was a female. He cackled as he looked up at the sound tilting his head some. A female was singing, and it was distracting him from healing peacefully that much he knew. He growled some at this fact, but as he heard further harmonizing the music moved through his mask and sounded quite odd to him. Slowly he removed the air tubes from his mask and removed it from his face and once he did, he could hear the singing differently. There were no words now and whoever this female was, was just harmonizing now. Scorpion shrilled gently as he examined the entrance above that was not covered with a manhole cover. Light came in and poured down on his body alone beneath the open drain.

He suddenly felt a strange tingle over his body, and he hissed and raised his arm. The tiny muscles in his arms had contracted. This made the enforcer yautja hiss in confusion. The female’s voice was obviously doing something to his body and he didn’t know what and he didn’t like it.

So, he knew he’d have to go investigate further. He placed his mask back on, his body cloaking itself. With little effort he jumped up and gripped the open manhole with one arm before moving from it and was once again out in the city. With no obvious threats around he jumped on the nearest car causing its alarm to go off before attaching himself into the nearest building and moving up to the rooftops with intent to follow the harmonizing trail that would lead him to the female.