#adam (oc)

[misstycloud]

Yandere!Chef HC

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Character: Adam

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° Adam is your run-of-the-mill chef. He has his own restaurant in the city, which is one of the most popular ones in the area. His food is just that good, it will melt on your tongue and the savoury taste will haunt you for the rest of your life and force you to come back. It's great for business.

° Being busy in maintaining the restaurant he never really had time getting out there, you know. Going on dates and such was never an option for him, not if he wished to keep his establishment. Which was something he couldn't risk losing since it had been his dream for a very long time, ever since he was a young boy.

° It's not like he wanted to live alone for the rest of his life, he would die of happiness to have someone to love him for him and be able to come home to a set of warm open arms. But sadly the conditions hindered him from reaching out and search for the one. Adam is a romantic at heart, his other dream besides being a chef is to experience the love he witnessed his parents give each other.

° growing up in a home where his parents openly displayed deep affection for one another, it obviously rubbed of on their son. Compared to most kids who expressed disgust when seeing their parents kissing or hugging, he thought it was cute and felt lucky to have been born in a loving family. They always said they were soulmates and when they met they instantly knew they belonged together. It made him long to grow up and find his true love.

° Adam believed he would have to give up on that dream and focus on his career until he died. But you restored hope in his heart. You made it beat wildly and uncontrollably. He'd hoped for love all his life and he finally got it, but he didn't know it'd be so...strong. So...overwhelming.

° How you met is quite obvious, you decided to visit his restaurant together with a friend after seeing a post online referring to the place and becoming interested. Adam somehow got sight of you and thought you seemed like a lovely and kind person, and he was right. Listening of conversations after being intrigued by you, he found out you were exactly how he believed you'd be. Becoming more and more engrossed in you to the point you were plaguing his mind every day.

° He began watching you every time you sat foot inside his restaurant which eventually turned into more, he followed you to other places.

° As a chef, cooking and sharing his self made dishes with others is natural. But it meant nothing if he could please you with his skills. The thought of you enjoying his creations gave him that incredible feeling of both pride and joy. He’ll cook for you anytime you want and put lots of love and care into it. It was you after all, not some nameless customer that he saw on a daily basis.

° He is without a doubt one of the sweetest boyfriends you could have, he’ll cook for you, do some cleaning, and spoil you to his content. You think he’s a little overbearing? No no, he’s simply looking after you. He loves you so much he can’t stop! You take that he’s too jealous at times? They’re trying to get between you, he can’t let them. It’s too hard to be with him, you can’t take it much longer. You realise he isn’t the best boyfriend that you initially thought and begin to distance yourself from him, when he confronts you about it you play it off and asks what he is talking about. Too bad he can easily read you, it won’t work. He knows you’re avoiding him on purpose.

° He will try everything in his power to find out what exactly is wrong and why you’re pulling away from him. But every time he asks you ignore him and go to busy yourself with something else. He’ll try again and again, but there’s only so much he can take until he won’t.

° Adam will have to channel his emotions somewhere, and that is towards your friends. The ones who must have put you up to it. The ones who must have brainwashed you into distancing yourself.

° He always wondered if people would be able to differ animal meat from their own.

[enigmawriteswhump]

The Last Librarian

Part 5

💠 Previous

Tw: captivity

Thank you to @oliversrarebooks for allowing me to play with my own OCs in your universe! 🤗

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Adam - the man from last night - was pacing rather erratically until he saw me.

"They got you into the system, eh?"

I nodded, spying the breakfast tray on the floor. Sitting down with my legs crossed, I poked the eggs on my plate.

"The examiner - how did she do that?" I glance upwards, "She made me speak - speak so... So -"

"Truthfully." Adam's hazel eyes met mine seriously, "It's part of her ability. It's why she got the job here. Just how Jonah is a conditioner, she's a medical examiner for a reason."

Swallowing my mouthful of eggs got harder.

"A - a conditioner!"

He nods, eyes fluttering briefly in defeat.

"I got nabbed just as I made a lead on the missing person's case. Well - what I thought was a lead. It was a trap." he shot me a sideways look, "Jonah is a vampire who specialises in hypnosis, calming humans into a trance which allows vampires to keep them captive willingly. They call hypnotised humans 'thralls'."

While I shake my head in outward disbelief, I feel my world shrinking to the bars in front of me.

Conditioning. Vampires. Thralls.

I suddenly think of the dead-eyed people who I'd seen yesterday - shuffling about, aimless and detached.

I look up, clenching my utensils uselessly, "I'm going to be a thrall? I - I was just getting a book for Lucas."

Adam seemed to age before me, the youthful seriousness morphing into a look of resignation.

"I was meant to have made contact with my team two days ago. They'll be searching for me. I just hope they don't get caught in the process. I couldn't cope if my whole team was mind-wiped because of my mistake." he gritted his teeth, glaring at the door.

"Jonah won't take my mind easily. Has already had a hard time with it." he sends me a catching smile, despite the pain in his eyes, "A friend of mine said, in order to resist vampiric influence, just cling onto the happy stuff. Their whole shindig is getting us to relax into something happier, but if we already know we are content in the real world without their influence, we can combat it."

"Are you part of the police, investigating in this stuff? Like a small sect of it?"

Adam nods, scratching his head, "Yeah, you could say that." he leans forward, resting his forehead against the bars, "We've trained for something like this. We're gonna get out."

I smile slightly, allowing Adam's hope to seep through. Despite the cells the dead-eyes of the people around us which seemed perfectly content, I wasn't ready to become one of them.

I wanted to be me.

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There was little activity within the cells that morning, apart from Jonah interacting with a few of the - not-people - people down the row.

Adam looked up. His eyes narrowed as Jonah eventually left the thralls to their lunches and walked towards us.

I shift backwards on my cot, fingers clutching my book. It was a crappy mystery novel, and yet it was easier to think about than my current predicament.

I'd already searched the floor for any tools to escape, sniffed at the corners of bed to see if there was a hidden incision in the mattress for something useful. Adam had seen my attempt and merely laughed. From the curl of his lips, I could tell he was holding back a tease on my hopeless searching.

Jonah looked at me, pursing his lips. Then Adam clicked his fingers.

"Oi, leechy, leave her alone."

The unbridled anger in Jonah's snarl made me squeak, and I stare at Adam in warning.

"Don't provoke him, idiot." I hiss, despite the flutter of appreciation in my chest.

Adam looked at me sympathetically, "He doesn't get lip from anyone else."

Jonah's sour expression focused on Adam, "You've made your choice quite clear. Your session will be first. Come." with a click of Jonah's fingers, a guard vampire enters the room, a sneer on his face. A new scar had left an ugly blemish on his cheek.

Adam gaped. A slight flicker of fear slipped through the bravado.

"God. You look even worse than you did after I first marked you."

The guard vampire's eyes flared in triumph as he saw Adam, "And you, human, are looking weaker without your stake."

Stake.

Stake.

"Buffy was right all along -" I whisper to myself, looking over to Adam in shock.

Adam hears. He smiles with a grin I could imagine him wearing when fighting a vampire.

"Yeah, these bozos picked me up on another hunt. We had heard of an auction house being nearby, but -" Adam shrugged, "Turns out it was closer than I expected."

Jonah leant on his cane, curling his lip in annoyance, "Harvi, please get the human. I am running out of patience."

Harvi takes no time in sauntering into Adam's cage and holding up the cuffs, "Come here, little human."

Adam leans away, looking at Jonah, "I'll be good."

Jonah's eyes remained narrowed, "I doubt that."

Adam shrugged, sending me a glance, "I tried."

I giggle.

Jonah fixes his gaze on me, colder than usual. I close my mouth, unable to feel anything other than fear. I'm finally able to breathe when Jonah looks away.

I hear the clink of cuffs on Adam, and he calls out before Harvi yanks him gleefully through the door, "Hey! Remember - happy thoughts."

Thunk. The door slammed shut. I'm alone now, with only my thoughts for company.

[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 5 - Sensory Saturday (Overstimulation, migraines, “I can’t take this anymore.”)

"Torture, watching stuff, singing" - Universe

TW/CW: Overstimulation of skin nerve endings, attempted forced to beg, restrains, creepy whumper, defiant whumpee, mostly Whumper POV Word count: 983

"What are you up to this time?", Lyra asked Adam who was standing with his back to her. Staring at an array of tools she knew were there. Talking helped her feel more brave and, more importantly, prepared for whatever was about to happen. As she lay restrained to the dentist chair/bed.

"Questions over questions. Its almost as if you're training to become me.", was all he gave her as a response. He didn't see her perplexed and then disgusted mimic. Now armed with a small pen-like gadget and a duster with long feathers in his hands Adam finally turned back around. "Let's get started, shall we."

Lyra's gaze instantly darted to the items but she couldn't really make sense of them. At the feathers the thought of tickle torture shot into her mind and she paled yet quickly shoved it down. He wouldn't do that…Right? Right?

Adam chuckled at her paled face. "You flatter me, Thýma.", he said walking up to her and laying the tools down next to her onto an attatched plate. "How much I want to know what just went through that precious mind of yours. But alas I have other plans." With those words he picked up the pen and pressed a button at its side. Electricity crackled to live between two small prongs at the top and he pointed it towards her restrained body before letting it wander over her limbs and torso. Just barely hovering. "Where to start, where to start, hmm?"

Lyra took a composed breath at the elctricity, she knew how it felt but this one looked small in comparison to the others she experienced. But that didn't necessarily mean it was harmless. The anticipation was killing and she wholeheartedily believed that the bastard knew that. As he hovered the pen over her arm Adam's hand brushed her skin and a sharp intake of breath escaped her lips. To her horror.

Adam didn't stop at her intense reaction, only chuckled darkly. Then without further warning he dragged the prongs up Lyra's entire side. Revelling in the way she twitched and convulsed in the restraints. But only little pressed sounds escaped her throat but it was alright, they had time. "How did that feel? Good? Good.", he asked cheerfully, not really wanting or allowing a response before he again dragged it over an exposed patch of skin. This time her left leg, if it wasn't restrained he would get kicked straight into the face.

"Argh.", Lyra grungted through pressed together teeth. "Do you actually know how to use a taser properly or do you need a manual?!", she asked angrily. What was he doing?! This didn't make any sense?

"Huh, oh why is this way of using it not to your preference? I can switch tools its really no trouble at all." Adam put the taser pen down and picked up the feathered duster instead. With his left hand he pushed stray strands of hair out of her face and stroked her cheek, delighting in the way she had nowhere to go. Then with the duster as an expansion of his own arm he carefully, all but gently stroked it over her body. Especially the areas he just electrocuted. Grinning saccharinely sweet at all times.

Lyra's groans nearly turned into whimpers at this. The already sensitive and irritated skin burning and stinging. But she would not give him the satisfaction. No way. Only problem was her nerve endings screaming at her!

Adam now gently stroked the feather tips over Lyra's throat and face, enjoying how her face scrunched up in desperation and she pulled at the restraints that barely allowed for her to turn her head from side to side. But even then she couldn't escape the touch.

Lyra pressed her cheek into the cool leather of the "chair", enjoying the harsh and cold sensation against her burning skin. The small moment of partial reprieve. But she coudln't stay like this forever...She couldn't strand it. Suddenly two warm fingers creeped underneath her cheek and forced her to turn back around.

"Aww, what's wrong, Thýma?", he asked, voice dripping from faux sympathy. He leaned down until the tips of his red hair tickled her face and momentarily coloured it with red maroon lines. "You know how to make this stop.", he explained and cocked his head. Letting the hair over her face move with him.

Lyra could barely focus on what he was saying. Her skin and nerve endings burned! As somebody serverely touch starved she never thought she could feel this way! So desperate to get away from the touch as she was now. With no idea as to how long she could stand this without betraying her own principles.

Adam straightened back up but didn't remove his hand from her face. Instead dragging the nails over it, over the eyelids, cheeks, temples and also the throat.

As Lyra was sure she couldn't handle much more without some kind of stronger reaction than the evidences of weaknesses she had already shown a loud sound tore through the otherwise silent hall.

Adam's face fell into an annoyed snarl as she fished out his phone and walked away to take the call. After an undeterminded amount of time he returned, clearly annoyed. "Well, little bunny, looks like you're lucky, I have to be leave for a while, I'm sure you won't mind staying here for a while, do you." And with those words and a last stroke over her stomach he left.

Lyra was left staying there, half naked and restrained to the chair. Nerve endings still on fire. Finally she was able to take a shuddering breath and let out the whimpers she kept trappen inside for all this time. As much as she appreciated this break, Adam's return was dreaded as the sensory deprivation that would settle in now would make it way worse afterwards...

Taglist: @ailesswhumptober, @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt, @shattermind-8

[sanityshorror]

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[dokidokisadness]

Adam

・❥・ Avian Crow

・❥・  167 cm

・❥・ male

・❥・ ??? years old (seems to be around 23 to 25)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ has a very curious nature and always tries to explore the envoirement he is in, rarely flying short distances, just so he can get the chance to see everything he deems interesting.  

He may seem like a good listener, remaining quiet for the most time and keeping a very steady eye contact (maybe to steady, sometimes), but he actually struggles a lot with spoken language, mostly navigating through key words, the general mood and tone of voice and mainly body language. He is however, able to mimic and replicate certain sounds he heard (like, how crows do), but not fully understand the meaning all together. when it comes to written language he is actually very good and tends to like reading large books about flowers and herbs.

whenever he does fly, he usually takes it to a rather playful side, enjoing the breeze and making loops.

flying is very important for Avians in general, so important to the point where not being able to do it is a major cause for stress and anxiety.

Avian headcannons

I’m working on a little project, just trying to introduce some characters so I can make my on little aus and writting some whump in my free time (or in my busy time, procrastinating >:3)

[nyasha-parashaa]

[cepheusgalaxy]

Trans girl named Adam X trans boy named Eve (they kill monsters together)

[gribnoyles]

holy

[goronska]

This weekend is full of art for me. This is my OC Adam + Ruda's OC Jennifer (current queen of Vermillion, woohoo) - finally getting married! Long live the Queen and the King! This work was commissioned. If you want to work with a talented artist, the author of this one is Star10 - find her at her deviantart or instagram <3

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] hyperfixation

[nessa007]

#they are so cute 😭 Adam Brody and Leighton Meester being interviewed by Access Hollywood at the 2025 Golden Globe Awards

[violetnerves]

Figured I ought to post this W.I.P. of some of my Sonic ocs.

Left: Julayla-SonicxSally kid

Middle: Adam-NicolexShard kid (He's not supposed to be Julayla's twin brother basically. Him and Julayla just have a weird relationship.)

Right: Nebula-TailsxCosmo kid

[enigmawriteswhump]

The Last Librarian

Part 6

💠 Previous

Tw: hypnosis/after effects, captivity

Thank you to @oliversrarebooks for allowing me to play with my own OCs in your universe! 🤗

Let me know if you wanted to be added to a tag-list!

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I have the need to pace, but the muted sounds of living from the others dissuade me. They all seem at peace here. The lady beside my cell was contentedly reading her book, ginger curls framing her sweet-heart face. I tried getting her attention, but she merely looked up, staring so innocently I couldn't bare to ruin it.

I feel small in comparison.

The scratches on my back which had been washed yesterday had started to itch. From the lack of reaction from the vampires around me, I assume that either my blood wasn't worthy enough to be bothered about, or that there was none from the cuts. At least one relief.

I'm still mulling over the complexities of a vampire's bloodlust, when I hear the latch of the door.

Perking up, I see Adam being led back by the scarred vampire, but with two differences.

He was wearing a dress. An actual hanging-to-his-feet dress. And... There was a slight change in his expression. The hardness had slipped from his eyes. That fact, apart from anything else, was what threw my stomach into a pit of twisting vipers.

"Adam!" I gape, seeing the vampire smile coldly as Adam shuffles, slightly awkwardly, into his cell.

"Don't worry, darling, you'll be next." the vampire sing-songed, drawing his eyes across me; it would have been a violation if it hadn't been for his focus on my neck.

I shrink back, half-growling at myself to stand up and yell back, but the gnawing fear overwhelmed any command my mind could have suggested.

"Jackass." I mutter, just after Harvi passes.

The vampire turns abruptly.

My cry of fear catches in my throat, trapped in his gaze.

Glittering eyes narrowed into slits, "Say that again, human."

I stay silent.

Harvi sneers, seeing the tremor of my body, the whisps of air that refused to become words.

"Thought so." he laughs, a scrape of a nail down the concrete. He leaves, the cruel smile still lingering on his face.

By the time my breath returns, Adam had sat down on his bed. I can see his lips moving, staring aimlessly through the bars of his door.

"Adam. Hey, Adam. Wake up. Wake up - you gotta listen to me. You're the only one left who doesn't smile when they talk to me." I hate the tremble of my voice.

No. No... I can't do this. Adam's gone. If Adam is gone, then I will have no hope. If I have no hope - I'll be gone in the click of the man's fingers. Poof. I wasn't ready to die.

"Adam!"

Adam sits still, head craning to meet me.

I shudder, "Adam. Hey. Tell me something about -" I think helplessly at the man's semi-lucid eyes. Something has got to snap him out of it. He has to.

"Tell me about your best friend. Boyfriend. Girlfriend. What do you miss most about them?" I blink hard, trying fruitlessly to remember the phrase he told me before he got dragged away.

He remained still.

"Oh, remember -" I bite my tongue, "Happy thoughts, Adam, happy thoughts!"

Adam blinked once. Shook his head and then blinked again. It was similar to a robot rebooting itself.

"Liz." he whispers, he blinked, his voice becoming coherent, "Liz saying she loved me." he raises his eyes. There's a spark there that had disappeared. Adam's lopsided smile reappears, his blank expression flushed away as his fingers twitch.

"You did it. You did it!" he leapt from his bed, his hands grabbing onto the bars - as if in lieu of grasping mine, "Holy shit, you did it!"

I was the one blinking stupidly this time, "What? What do you mean?"

"God, Lenna is gonna be psyched! I knew it. I knew it. With the right training... I knew it!"

"What are you talking about?" I snap.

"We did this thing, so that if we got snatched on a mission, we could have a way back." Adam shook his head disbeivingly, a touch of sentimentalness to his eyes, "Liz is gonna be okay. Thank God. When I get back, we're gonna be okay."

I hesitate, "You mean, to somehow snap out of the hypnosis?"

Adam nods, before swallowing. He doesn't look at me.

"We had someone help us figure it out. Do it to us. But-" he stops speaking and he drops his gaze, "But it won't-"

I feel his enthusiasm dwindle. My heart pangs distantly, "But... You won't be able to wake me." I whisper.

Adam runs a hand through his hair, "You just got to resist it for a while, okay? I got a plan. We'll be safe soon. I have a plan."

I smile, but I feel nauseous. I won't have a way back, if Jonah gets to me. I barely have time to mourn, when I hear the door slam open once more.

I see Jonah and Harvi. And they're staring right at me.

[lescarnetsdehaku]

Alone, on their own, or together. They have different ways to celebrate, but isn't it beautiful once they've reunited?

Happy new year ✨🥂

[shiverspooky]

in a wild and unexpected turn of events I’ve become obsessed w saw (2004) so pls take this unserious Adam appreciation post 🤲🏻

[dokidokisadness]

Whump prompt + art

(With my OC's :3 )

[Adam - avian whumpee]

[Idris - human caretaker]

The avian was sitting limp in his cell, the short wings hanging from his back, it's been a long time since they have been clipped... At the beginning it was painful, he would whimper and groan from the awful pain, day and night. But now... Well, not anymore. It's just numb. The avian wished he could go back to that horrible pain, keeping him up and alert, he wished he could go back to that feeling of needing to run away, to find a way back home. At the very least, he would be feeling something, anything at all...

Someone entered his cell, it doesn't matter who it is... It's a human, of course it is. Probably there to hurt him even more, like the countless bruises and open wounds aren't enough already. The human seems to be in a hurry, he dashes towards the avian and starts to inspect him with a concerned look in his eyes.

"wh-what have they done to you?" The human asks as he checks for the pulse and breathing.

The avian doesn't respond, he didn't understand question, and even if he did, isn't the answer obvious?

"it's going to be okay... I'll- I'll help you, okay? Just -" he glances at the wings "...just stay with me"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

The avian is laying on the cell floor, on top of the Hunan's coat. The human himself is sitting right next to him, he opes a brief case and the chemical smell immediately fills the room. The human picks a few items out of it, some tubes, a syringe and a lot of bandages. The human turns back the avian.

The avians' face was cut right in the middle, the ankle was destroyed, his back is unrecognizable, the infected cuts on his chest were at the verge of a necrosis, his breathing is shallow and Ill-paced, a result of the untreated fractured ribs, there was a constant nervous tik moving his finger, the one movement he could stop even when tired... The nose had stopped bleeding, but the dried blood still remained, obstructing his nostrils...

The human started to clean the blood and was preparing to patch his wounds, he had a depressing expression, looking directly at the avians' eyes, such eyes remained unbothered, completely absencent, as if nothing was happening.

"look..." The human sighed "I'm sorry, I-... I really am... This wasn't what I wanted, I-..."

He stops, it's too late now.

"just, please, look at me... Please"

No response.

"I'm sorry, I never meant for this to happen..." He caressed the avians face, trying to provide some level of comfort, or safety.

"please, just look at me..." he just can't believe, nothing is working for him anymore. the human, always know for the calm and soothing voice is unable to comfort... The usual curious look of the avian has now been replaced by a lifeless glare...

"please, Adam..." He whispered, quietly, like he said it to himself...

The avians' glare immediately move towards him. The glare is still unamused, but it moved.

"Adam?" The human was unsure if he saw it right.

The avian was shocked. This. This thing! That. This thing he just said. It's very familiar...

"ah...a-" the avian attempts to replicate it, but the throat is too sore for the sound to come out.

The avian suddenly jumps onto the Hunan's lap.

"Adam!?" He feels a quite light yet unexpected shove on his chest "wait, you'll hurt yourself!"

But the avian - Adam - doesn't care. He barely listened. It's right, isn't it? That's it. Him?! Adam!

"Ah-!" Adam puts a hand in his own chest. Trying to recall his name. This name, nobody calls him like that in such a long time... No one calls him anything at all...

"yes! You! You're Adam! Yes!" The human violently nods and repeats the words 'yes' and 'adam' trying to be as clear as possible. He was still worried with Adam moving like this when he is that injured, but he moved! He spoke... Kinda

Adam interrupts the human's nodding and puts a hand in his face with a confused look.

Adams knows this man, he really does, but... Who is he? The name! He means to ask.

"you... Don't remember... Me?" The human pieces together. "I'm Idris... Remember?" He said a little concerned.

The avian doesn't say anything tho... Adam simply brushes the tip of his fingers on the Idris face... It's almost coming together, but he is still not sure...

"It's ok, adam... you'll remember..." Idris smiles camly "It's ok..."

Adam's eyes tear up... he has never been so happy to hear his own name...