#adrian oc

[frostios]

my freak and my geek

[lavandulawrites]

Vermin

Yandere!loser x reader

I love this idiot so much. Thank you for 5000 followers! 🩷🩷

Synopsis: He was finally going on a date with you…

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Warnings: yandere, original character, obsession, he is a total loser, insanity, NSFW, female reader, cunnilingus, fingering, worshipping, wet dream, murder (not towards reader), delusional behaviour, he sees reader as something holy, religious themes???

Word count: 2302

The black haired man was standing in front of you, shifting his weight from one side to the other, than repeating the action. Adrian had said to you before your class that he wanted to talk to you after school. The classes were over for today and the other students had all left the class in a hurry to catch the bus or the metro. The professor had left shortly after handing back your assignment. You had passed and you were rather proud of yourself.

He looked to the side as he fidget with the long sleeve of his knitted black and green striped sweater. The fabric looked soft and it appeared to be well-loved given the many holes in it. His haired had gotten slightly longer since the start of the semester. His fringe was now almost covering his tired blue eyes. The soft waves brushed against his pale skin as he turned his gaze to yours. He was handsome and he seemed to be unbearable oblivious to the fact.

He inhaled sharply. “I… I was wondering if you wanted to maybe— I mean only if you want to… Maybe go on a date? With me?” he spoke fast and his words were barely audible.

You blinked a few times. You knew he often stared at you, but you weren’t expecting him to ask you out on a date. Though weren’t opposed to the idea. Adrian was in fact one of the most attractive guys on campus, but given his timid and unfriendly nature, most people avoided him. His personality towards you was however different. He was still shy, but he sometimes cracked a joke and often sought you out for group projects. You weren’t exactly friends, but you believed you would make good friends in the future.

Noticing your shocked expression, his face paled and he defensively waved his hands in front of him. “Don’t feel pressured to anything! Forget I said anything. Ugh how could I be so s—”

“I would like that!” you interrupted his panicked muttering. You flashed Adrian a smile and his face reddened.

“Cool! I will send you a message with the location. Does 20:00 tonight sound okay? I know about an awesome place that makes the best pizza” he returned your smile.

You nodded. Wait… “Text me? But you don’t have my number?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

His smile quivered slightly before he regained composure. “I— I uh… I meant on the school app! But maybe it would be more convenient if we exchanged numbers” he gave you his number and you made him as a new contact. You sent him a message and he replied back with a smiley.

“I will see tomorrow then!” you waved him goodbye. Tiny butterflies fluttered within your stomach at the thought of the date.

He slammed the door to his flat closed. Holy fuck. He was going on a date with you. It didn’t even feel real. His heart hammered against his ribs in excitement and he had to clutch his chest and breathed slowly through his mouth in order to calm himself down. He was glad he lived alone so he didn’t have to be careful with locking his room. He flung his black backpack to a chair that was filled with dirty clothes. The pins on the backpack clinked together as as it crashed against the back of the chair. Normally Adrian would be careful with the pins as he had slowly collected them over the years from both the various concerts he had been to and from different shops that had been tricky to find. But no he couldn’t care less. No, not when he was going on a date. With you. He plopped down on the unmade bed and stared up at the ceiling. His thoughts were once against filled with only you you you, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He was running on two hours of sleep (stalking both your social media’s and you, often took more time than what he initially expected). His eyelids were heavy and the skin under his eyes were darker than normal, making it seem like he hadn’t slept for years. Sleep called for him and lured him in like sirens. It having the energy to fight it, Adrian’s eyes became blurry and sleep swept over him and pulled it into its embrace.

He dragged his lips up the side of your neck, leaving purple-red bruises in their wake. Your fingers curled in his hair as you carefully gave it a pull. He groaned at the feeling and gave the spot where his lips rested a deep suck bordering on a bite. He parted his lips and pulled away from you slightly to take in the view. You were so beautiful as you laid under him completely bare. Your neck was covered in beautiful reds and purples that reminded him of a floral pattern. Your hair was slightly messy as it was strewn across the pillow like a halo. You were his angel, his god and you were going to grant him salvation and save him from the depths of hell that he was headed towards.

“Fuck… You are so beautiful, [Name]” he muttered as he gazed down at you with lidded eyes filled with pure love. You smiled back at him as you pulled him down in a kiss. You tasted like strawberries and he couldn’t help but devour you.

Adrian pulled from your lips and kissed down from your sternum to your stomach. He watched as your breathing increased and he smiled to himself. His slender hands found your hips and he let them draw circles on your skin as his mouth neared the place that you needed him the most. He parted your legs apart and he sucked in a breath as your cunt was clear in the view. He lowered his head and began his worship.

The sound of his feast melded together with the angelic song that fell from your pretty lips. He groaned against your lips as your scent and taste cast him into a trance. He ate like a starved beast and his fingers were digging into the soft skin of your thighs. You pulled on his midnight black strands and it resulted in him picking up the pace. He plunged his tongue into your cunt and drank up your juices as if it was juice from divine fruits bestowed upon him from the gods themselves. He could tell you were close given the way you tensed up and the way you pressed his face closer to you. You were so sensitive, how cute. He dragged his thumb down your clit and rubbed circles on it. He didn’t use to too much pressure nor was he to light in his hand. He was just right.

A mantra of praise left his lips as he continued to eat you out. His own need for touch was completely forgotten, the only thing on his mind was you.

Your cunt clenched up and your back arched. Your nails dug into his scalp as you came and he nearly came himself at the sight. He lapped at your release as if he was scared to waste any drop.

He crawled back up so his face was right above yours. His shoulder blades were tense as his breathing became frenzied. He needed you. Now. He leaned his weight in his left elbow as he used his other hand to guide his aching cock to your lower lips. He leaned slightly back as he inched it inside slowly but surely. You looked up at him with a lustful expression, your lips raw from his kisses.

“I need you…” your voice breathy. You needn’t to say more as he bottomed in just as the words left your lips.

“I’m going to make you mine. You are going to stay with me forever. I will make you happy” Adrian moaned against your neck as he began to move his hips in a near desperate rhythm. You were so soft, so warm and oh so perfect. Was this heaven?

The sound of a phone ringing snapped Adrian out of his sleep. He groaned as he cursed underneath his breath. How typical… waking him up from such a sweet dream. His eyes widened at the caller ID. You were calling him… Where you going to cancel your date?

“Hi!” you lively voice were as sweet as honey. He could never get sick of it.

“Hey” his voice was still groggy and he coughed into his hand. “What’s up?”

“I’m just calling to let you know something came up” what…? “I’m terribly sorry, but I can’t really make it.”

“You can’t make it? Why?” he meant to be calm, but he couldn’t help the way his tone harshened.

“I totally forgot that me and a friend of mine had plans later. I asked him if we could reschedule, but he was against it. Again I’m so sorry. Can we do it another day? It can be my treat” it didn’t matter that you seemed to be genuinely upset. It didn’t matter at all, not when all he could focus on was that you had said “he”. You were going out with a guy…

Adrian could feel the ground underneath him breaking and something ugly inside him that had been only lurking in the background, started to resurface. He. You had another man in your life. Where you only toying with him? Did you also think he was just a loser? Or had he, whoever he was, forced you to hang out with him?

“Adrian? Are you alright?”

No he wasn’t. He wasn’t alright.

“Yeah… sorry, I’m just a bit tired. Talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay! Bye bye!” with that you hung up the phone.

He felt disgusting. He felt terrible. Though he wasn’t really made at you. You were too sweet to purposely hurt someone. You could never, you were far too innocent, too naïve. That’s why he had to take care of you.

The months of closely watching you had paid off. It didn’t take long before Adrian found the man who claimed to be your friend. He was a tall man with too much spray tan and an expensive polo shirt with a orange stained collar. He was disgusting. So revolting it felt offensive to look at him. Adrian pulled the black face mask up as he made sure to stay out of the man’s view. He were going to gut him like a fish and then leave him to rot somewhere no one would ever find him. There would be absolutely nothing left of him. There would be nothing left of him to take you.

Adrian didn’t bother to fight the vile smile that stretched across his face underneath the mask. He had started to get addicted to the rush he got when tailing behind someone without their knowledge.

The man glanced over his shoulder at the sound of a twig snapping, but only shrugged before continuing his walk towards the liquor store. He had taken a shortcut through the woods. A dumb decision, but Adrian didn’t complain. It only made everything so much easier.

Going through the shadows were as easy as breathing. Adrian had always had an exceptional night vision.

Another snap of a twig and the man stopped in his tracks as he spun around to face the sound. It was clear he was getting scared based off his flared nostrils and heavy breathing. His dark eyes frantically scanned his surroundings. When he didn’t find anything out of the ordinary he turned around to resume his walk.

Faster than lightning Adrian sprung out from the shadows and drove the hunting knife through the man’s chest and into his disgusting heart. The man’s screams were cut short as the knife pulled out and slit his throat causing blood to be sprayed everywhere. It was messy and the smell was absolutely disgusting m but Adrian didn’t care. He watched with a sadistic glee as the man fell to his knees as blood oozed through his mouth and onto the dry forest ground. His eyes landed on Adrian and they widened in horror. Adrian only laughed as he kicked the man in his side.

“I fucking hate you. How dare you touch something that’s mine? You disgusting vermin” he spat through gritted teeth. “You have ruined everything! I was finally getting close to her and then you came and ruined it!” Adrian was shaking with rage. A sickening laughter fell from his lips as he rose the knife high before stabbing it into the man’s side, causing him to topple over onto his back. Adrian lunged onto him and drove the knife as hard as he could into every pic of flesh he could find. The disgusting sound of flesh and bones filled the forest and it was music to his ears. The pale skin on his hands were died a deep shade of scarlet and his hair had gotten sticky with a mixture blood, flesh and brain matter. Time blended together as he continued to stab the piece of shit and before he knew it he didn’t resemble a human being at all, but a pulp of flesh. Adrian was stronger than what he looked like with his lean body and he had managed to totally ruin the man’s ugly head. The forest floor was wet with blood mixed together with that god awful orange spray tan.

He had rid the world of yet another pest. You were safe. You were no longer going to be infected by his impurity.

He would make this a world a better place for you. He would do absolutely anything for you, expect letting you go.

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Adrian,,, Anthro bat/furry inspired by alucard (adrian tepes). Can also be shipped with my main fursona Capri and is from the same universe as my sonas Capri and Gekkonidae. kinsona maybe or just oc, idk 

Scholar and swordsman who loves to learn. Has psionic powers, not just in terms of using his sword like Alucard does, but for everything (think telekinesis like Eleven from stranger things), although they are best at using it on their sword and has to practice to be able to use it effectively on other objects. In general, without training it can push someone back a few feet or lift up one or two objects at a time, but is not very powerful otherwise. With training, he can use his mind to control the sword, making it float and attack.

They are based on a vampire bat and honduran white bat and have vampire fangs.

Their wings have paws on them as well and can be used like arms or wings. He has a small tail attached to his wings. Is both a regular furry and a vampire - mother was a furry, father was a vampire/vampire furry idk 

Needs to drink blood to survive. Often hunts at night. 

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A bit of an art dump because I found a new software for my phone that I wanted to mess around with, featuring some Minor Interference stuff and oc/sona stuff. I might see if there's a desktop version for this app cause it has some fun brushes and whatnot

[yanderambling]

Do you perhaps have a visual of what Adrain looks like? I would love to do some fan art 😭🫶

omg this is so flattering!! i don’t have official designs for any of my characters because i like to leave them up to reader interpretation, but i couldn’t help putting together a couple examples that i think fit Adrian’s vibe! hope you like~

but you can draw him however you like! i’d love to see how you imagine him<3

you can find all of Adrian’s stories here!

[credit to Sunnycore on Picrew]

[envihellbender]

HUGE FATTY WITH CLOACA CLOACA CLOACA I DONT CARE WHO GROSS AND SLIMY YES ITS CRAZY ITS PARTY

Characters: Adrian, King Leomaris (OCs)

Content: MDNI, 18+, extreme immobility, extreme fats, merpeople, cloaca, piss, cum, smothering, death by cloaca, royalty

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Adrian knew he was fucked. He didn’t need the night in a cell, the beatings from the guards, or a heavy golden collar around his neck to tell him that. Now however, he was desperately swimming forward to keep up with the prison wardens, so that he wasn’t choked as he was being dragged to the throne room. He hadn’t expected for it to be this bad, he predicted he would get an amputation for stealing from the Palace’s food supply. He hadn’t taken much after all, but instead he was being taken to see the fucking King Leomaris.

The palace was carved with ivory and gold, making the gigantic building a terrifying presence, the ceiling was so high at first Adrian thought he was staring at the ocean ceiling. It was a soft blue with glistening lights covering it, and it was so impossibly high it dwarfed Adrian who’s small apartment’s roof was an inch above his head. His chest heaved as the guards pulled him along without allowing for a break, exhausting him but they didn’t take a single look back at him.

When they entered the vast hall, the guards stopped suddenly causing Adrian to crash into their backs. They threw him forwards and Adrian paled as he stared at the obscene image in front of him. Everyone knew the King was huge, but Adrian had never considered how gargantuan that was. In front of his eyes were two ginormous fins, or what were fins, now they were two shapeless mounds of blubber that rested uselessly on the floor in front of him. Above that was his tail which raised to way above Adrian’s head causing the King’s face, torso, and everything else to be completely out of view.

“A prisoner as requested, Your Majesty,” one of the guards grunted.

“Mm. Bring- bring it to… me,” King Leomaris wheezed, panting between each word. The guards swam upwards, pulling on Adrian’s chain to drag him behind them. He looked down to see the elephantine creature beneath him. Of course blue whale sharks were the biggest of the shark merpeople but this was gigantic even for this species. His pale blue blubber was like a palace of itself, slowly fading into the even lighter blue mass that was his torso, absurdly stretching gills that looked like grotesque gashes in his flesh. Surrounding his fins and fat rolls were chains and jewels - golden rings, sapphires, lapis lazuli, and opals all collected on his body. Finally at the top was a large neck roll that was like a ginormous tyre, which his grotesque head was sinking in to.

The guards shoved Adrian onto King Leomaris’s body, still holding onto his chain but causing him to fall into a large mound of blubber. It was impossibly soft and painfully hot, heating the water around him. Adrian could feel his chest tighten through the smothering hot, his own silver tail struggling to move within the mass of adipose and his almost white thin arms pushing against the fat to try and gain some composure.

“Which… which… one is this?” The King groaned. A loud, grunting, roaring noise filled the room. The fat beneath Adrian’s body rippled as the stomach beneath him desperately screamed for food. “Turn… on… the… tube.” Adrian jumped and looked up to see a large funnel begin churning and whirring. The King opened his mouth as a mixture that looked like thick lard fell into the King’s gaping maw. Adrian waited and watched in disgust as his stomach churned as he watched the King slurp disgustingly and the food gather around his mouth and drop onto his chest. His fat wobbled and rippled with every mouth full and movement. Eventually he let out a loud belch causing repulsive, foul smelling bubbles to float away from his jaw.

“As you asked before your meal, Your Highness, this is the thief. The scavenger who attempted to take some of your food supply, Your Worship,” a guard rambled nervously.

“Hmpf,” the King grunted boredly. “Death… sentence… to… death.”

“What- no I- I’m sorry- I’m sorry you can’t-” Adrian stammered struggling. He attempted to swim upwards to escape, but all the guards did was tug on his chain, pulling him into their grip.

“How, your worship?” The guard holding Adrian’s golden collar asked.

“Smother… in… cloaca,” the King wheezed. Adrian yelled and struggled as the guards forced him downwards. He kicked with his tail, and pushed, scratched and punched with his weak, shaking arms. Despite all this he felt his long black hair be pulled into a fist as he was shoved inside the warm, wet vertical slit at the top of the King’s tail. The hot, gigantic opening closed above him, smothering him completely and causing him to vomit onto the pink flesh. He desperately struggled as he found himself being completely covered by the disgusting blubber, being taken in by the fat. He attempted to kick the large balls that were the King’s testicles, he tried to grab and scratch and escape at them and the flesh around him. All he got was a mouth full of unwashed flesh, sweat, old stale semen, and what may have been piss at one point. It didn’t take long for Adrian to be covered in yet more of these repulsive, foul smelling substances. Resulting in the ‘floor’ of the cloaca was becoming yellow with his vomit. He tried to bury with his desperate fists beneath the King’s cock which was completely covered in fat. He stopped when his hand touch something warm and solid, he ripped it out of place, and found a skull staring back at him.

[georginoschkavincenart]

Adrian looking cute and maybe he’ll help you clean your room if you ask nicely uvu