#ADUT IS TO DIE FOR

[crypticreid]

KINKTOBER DAY THREE

October 8 -- Begging

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author's note: this was supposed to be mutual masturbation, but I wasn't feeling it, so I switched it to begging. Thank you again for everyone reading and supporting. 💕💕💕 If you'd like to be added to the tag list, let me know! 🎃🎃🎃

summary: Spencer can't help but be upset with the choice you made, so he takes out his frustration in your hotel room later.

warnings: female reader, dom!spencer, begging, a little bit of 'good girl', hand job, fingering, female receiving oral, multiple orgasms

word count: 3.6k

this is adut content. 18+ plus only. minors do not interact!

His eyes flick over to you, and you can read him like a book. The anger and frustration battle across his features as he opens his mouth to argue against your suggestion. You speak before he can, “I know this is dangerous, but I trust all of you to keep me safe. We have to do this.” Spencer slams his mouth shut and forcefully turns his head from you. Your stomach drops, but you know you’re making the right decision. This case will be over in a couple of hours, and then you can talk this out with him, and everything will be fine. 

If anyone notices Spencer’s reaction, they don’t say anything. Instead, most of the team looks at you with worried expressions. Hotch is assessing you, his arms crossed tight over his broad chest. “This guy is erratic and unpredictable.” He says in his calm and calculated tone. 

“He’s going to attack tonight. We know that this vigil is going to draw him. He can’t resist it. All I need to do is distract him long enough for you to move in.” You explain rationally. “We can’t allow more people to die, and I’m the only one who hasn’t been identified as an agent by the media.” 

You refuse to break eye contact with Hotch. You steady your breathing and straighten your shoulders. You’re confident in this choice, and Hotch knows you won’t back down. He nods, “okay.” 

“Okay?” Spencer interjects, his voice breaking slightly from his heightened emotion. “You can’t be serious, Hotch.” 

“This is her choice.” Hotch answers, and everyone in the room seems to hold their breath as they wait for you to reply. 

Hotch clears his throat, “let’s get started. We’ve got four hours until the vigil.” 

You level your gaze at Spencer, trying to telepathically tell him you’re sorry. “I have to do this.” Spencer’s jaw sets hard. You see the muscles flex against each other. He turns away from you and leaves the room.

“He’s just worried. We all are.” Emily reaches out for you and rubs a comforting hand up and down your arm. You nod. 

You don’t see Spencer again until you’re in the SUV five blocks away from the site of the vigil. Morgan had spent the entire ride over repeating the plan to you and making sure you understood exactly where everyone else was going to be. You kept nodding and letting him start over again because you knew that this was how Morgan made himself feel better about the situation. Before he got out of the vehicle, he had reached over to the passenger seat and grasped your shoulder. “You’re brave. And you’re damn good at your job. We’ll catch this bastard.” 

Now you’re alone, glancing at the watch on your wrist. In ten minutes, you’re going to get out of the car and walk toward the vigil. It’s chilly enough that you have a jacket on, and it doesn’t even look like you’re wearing a vest underneath your clothing. You let out a shaky breath and try to calm your nerves. 

You jump when the passenger door swings open and you reach for your holster automatically. “It’s me.” Spencer says, and you take your hand away. 

“You’re supposed to already be at the vigil.” You mutter and look straight ahead out the windshield because you can’t look at him. You can’t handle seeing any sort of anger on his face. 

“I know.” He says your name, and you turn to face him. The anger in his eyes has dissipated, and only fear remains. 

“Spencer, I’ll be –” You start, but you’re interrupted by his hands grabbing the side of your face and pulling you in for a kiss. It’s forceful and meaningful, and your hands find a tight grip on his shoulders. The two of you say goodbye to each other with your lips and tongues, neither one of you wanting to break apart, to face reality. 

Finally, he pulls away from you and sets his hands on your shoulders. “Be safe. Please.” 

You incline your head toward his, connecting your forehead to his. “I will.” 

He kisses you again, with less force, but with the same meaning, and then steps away and closes the car door. You watch as he walks down the alley until he completely disappears. And then a few minutes later, you get out and walk the opposite direction down the alley. 

Your hotel room is dark, and only the lights on the nightstand work, but you’re too exhausted to complain. After wrapping the case, Hotch had told everyone to head to the hotel for a few hours, and you would fly out in the morning. No one argued because you hadn’t even seen your hotel room since landing. 

You’ve taken a shower, changed into pajamas, and started to get comfortable in bed when there’s a knock on your door. You climb out of bed and look through the peephole to see Spencer standing in the hallway. Quickly, you open the door and step aside for him to come inside. As soon as you shut the door and turn around, he has his hands on you, your waist, your hips, shaky hands traveling across your skin. 

“I’m okay, Spencer. Not even a scratch. I’m fine.” You reassure him with a calm and steady voice. He doesn’t stop his hands and won’t look you in the eyes, so you reach out for him. Your own hands hold onto both sides of his face and force him to look into your eyes. “I’m fine.” You repeat. 

He swallows and nods and blinks away the tears that were gathering in his eyes. “Don’t do that again, please.” 

You know you can’t promise that, but you also know that Spencer doesn’t want to hear that right now. “Okay.” He kisses your cheek. “Okay.” He kisses your other cheek and then your forehead and, finally, your lips. His hands on your hips pull you tighter against him like he can’t have you close enough, like he wants the two of you to merge together as one person. Your hands move up into his hair, fingers tangling into soft locks, nails scratching against his scalp. His moan vibrates against your lips, and he deepens the kiss. His grip on your hips is vice-like. You groan into his mouth. 

He mumbles your name, and you answer with a moan, suddenly desperate for every part of him. The stress of the day comes to a head, and you just want your mind to go blank. Spencer is the only person who can make your brain stop its constant ruminations. 

“Please, Spencer.” You urge him with your words, but also a quick movement of your hips against him. You move your hands away from his hair and down the back of his neck toward his clavicle and then start to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. 

You only get one button undone before he says, “stop.” He breaks away from your lips, and his hands wrap around both of your wrists and pull your hands off of his shirt. When you look into his eyes, the anger is back, not as fiery and passionate as it was hours before but low and simmering just below the surface. “You think you just get what you want after that?” 

His voice is heavy with emotion, and it zings straight to your lower belly. You want to smile, but press your lips together instead and shake your head. 

“Answer me.” 

“No.” 

“Maybe I shouldn’t give you anything tonight, huh?” He moves one of your wrists into his other hand so that he has both of them wrapped in one hand. The hand that's now free moves to your neck, a finger trailing down to your clavicle. You swallow against it. “I should leave this room right now. Leave you all alone and so needy.” 

You swallow again. “Spencer, please.” 

He lifts your wrists above your head and pushes you up against the door of the hotel room in rapid succession. You let out a sharp gasp at the movement. “Please, what? What do you want?” His other hand has found another place back on your hip, gripping it, his thumb rubbing back and forth on a bit of skin peeking out from your old Academy t-shirt. 

“Please don’t leave.” You whisper. The hand on your hip slides underneath your shirt and up your stomach toward your breasts. His fingertips are barely there against your skin, enough to make your skin tingle, and goosebumps bloom, but not enough to satiate any need for his touch. 

He drags one of his fingers across the underside of your breast, and your hands twitch in his grasp above your head. He twists his grip and tightens it. 

The hand near your breast spreads across your breast and grabs it. You arch your back into his touch. “You need it so bad, don’t you?” 

“Yes. I need it.” You don’t even attempt to play coy and press your thighs together, trying to get any sort of relief between them. 

Spencer ducks his head against your exposed neck and kisses it roughly, nips at it without leaving a mark, and then licks and soothes where his teeth nibbled. “Are you going to listen?” 

You nod before realizing that you need to answer verbally. “Yes. Yes. I will. I promise.” 

He laughs against your neck. His breaths on your skin make you press your thighs tighter together. “You’re going to do as you’re told.” It isn’t a question. 

“Yes.” You confirm. 

His lips find yours again, and the hand up your shirt tightens on your breast, his thumb finding your nipple, teasing it back and forth. He kisses you slowly, pulling your bottom lip with his teeth and then racing to brush his tongue against it. A constant tug of war between a ping of pain and a rush of comfort. You take all of it, anything he is willing to give you, you want all of it. 

When his thumb and pointer finger takes your nipple and rolls it between a pinch of his fingers, you let out a desperate noise. 

“Spencer.” 

He makes a deep noise from the back of his throat but doesn’t stop kissing you or pinching your nipple. A pulse all of its own begins in your core, fluttery and demanding. 

“I’ll do anything, please.”  He bites at your clavicle, the only place he’s marked you so far because he knows it will be covered by your shirt in the morning. 

“You’re going to leave your hands above your head, do you understand?” He finally instructs. 

“Yes.” 

“You don’t get to touch me.” 

“Spencer,” you start to protest, but you look into his eyes and stop yourself. 

“You touch me, and I stop. Do you understand?” 

You swallow. “Yes.”  

“Good.” He goes back to your neck, teasing and tasting your skin, driving you crazy with want. But you don’t dare move. If he pulls away completely now and leaves, you think you might lose your mind. 

In between his soft bites, he instructs, “I’m going to let go of your wrists, okay? But you’re not going to move them. Leave them exactly where they are. And then I’m going to get on my knees and make you come as many times as I want. But if you touch me at all, I’m going to go back to my hotel room and leave you here all alone. Okay?” 

“Okay.” You nod feverishly. He lets go of your wrists, and you don’t move a muscle. 

He smiles smugly and pinches your nipple one last time before sliding down to his knees in front of you. His fingers graze up the back of your calves and thighs and then to the front of your thighs. He pushes your legs apart, and you lean back further on the door for support as he pulls down your pajama pants, leaving your underwear on. 

“Look at you,” he tuts. “Soaking through your panties just from a couple of kisses.” 

You let out a frustrated breath. “It was more than a couple kisses.” 

A muscle in his jaw ticks, and you slam your mouth shut. “Are you going to waste my time? Talking back with that smart mouth?” 

“No.” 

“I can think of better uses for that mouth. You can’t talk back with my cock down your throat, can you?” 

You swallow harshly, and you feel yourself getting wetter. “No, I can’t.” 

He leans forward, and you hold your breath, waiting, but he kisses your inner thigh instead. And then he starts the same pattern of kissing and nipping he’d done earlier, but now on your thigh. His hands are on your ass, massaging and rubbing. As he moves to your other thigh, he makes a point to incline toward the place you need him so desperately, but he only exhales across it. You whimper, and you feel the turn of a smile on his lips as he presses into your thigh. 

It is basically torture, and it’s taking every single ounce of self control you have not to grab his head and put him exactly where you want him. You know you can’t, so you beg instead, “please, Spencer. I can’t take the teasing anymore.” 

“Aw, my poor baby.” He taunts, and you grunt when he pulls away completely and removes his hands. He sits back on his heels and looks up at you. “Take off your shirt.” 

You do what he asks rapidly and then put your hands back above your head without him asking. He smiles, “good girl.” 

The room is dim, shadows play across his face, but he watches you as you breathe, your breasts rising and falling. He lifts hands and presses his palms up your stomach and then back down, causing more goosebumps springing up across your skin, toward your core, but he bypasses it and travels down your thighs instead. “I think you’ve ruined these panties, baby.” He laughs, mesmerized by the growing wet spot. Your clit is throbbing and you feel like you could fall apart with only one single touch from him. 

“What would you do if I stopped now?” He wraps his hands across your thighs and squeezes and then looks up to your eyes. “Stood up and walked out of this room?” 

You would probably spend the rest of your night touching yourself until you couldn’t handle it, but you don’t want that. “Please don’t.” You reply instead. “Please touch me, Spencer.” 

He squeezes your thighs again. “I am touching you.” 

You groan, frustrated. “Touch my pussy, please. I need it.” You give in. He can’t help his smile as he moves one hand over slightly and uses his thumb to touch the wet spot on your underwear. He presses into you over the fabric. It’s only the tip of the iceberg, but you moan anyway because you’re so desperate. 

He presses deeper, wetting his thumb through the fabric, and then moves it upward, finally rubbing over your throbbing clit. You let out a shaky breath and lean forward slightly. His thumb rubs up and down on your clit lightly, practically a feather-like touch. He doesn’t use any pressure on it. You move your hips forward, trying to force some pressure, but just pulls away. 

“Spencer.” You whimper. 

He laughs, “so whiney.” He puts his thumb back and continues in the exact same way as before. You lean back fully back on the door with a small cry. “Do you want to come?” He asks.

You screw your eyes shut and nod furiously. 

“Open your eyes and answer me.” 

You force your eyes open. “I want to come, please, Spencer.” You try to get rid of the whine in your voice, but you don’t succeed.  

“Yeah, I can tell you do.” He uses just a little more pressure on your clit and begins to circle it. You shiver and let out a pitiful moan. “So needy. So desperate.” He mutters and leans forward to kiss along your thigh again. Your hips buck against him involuntarily. “You can come whenever you want, baby.” 

“I need more.” 

“No.” He kisses your thigh again and looks up to your eyes. “You come from this.” You curl your toes on the floor and push your head back. “I’ll give you more when you come.” His thumb continues its barely enough circles on your clit and you exhale. “Don’t you want more?” 

“Yes!” You huff. 

“Then come.” He nips your inner thigh, moving closer and closer to your clenching pussy, but never actually reaching it. His other hand moves back to your ass and he kisses your other thigh. You can feel the deep pleasure at the base of your spine and you give yourself over to it. “That’s it, so good, baby. Come just like this.” 

You come hard and force your hands to stay above your head, your hips bucking against Spencer’s hand. He moves his hand from your ass and holds onto your hip to stay your movements. Once you come down from your high he pulls down your underwear and sticks his thumb into your pussy. 

“You're dripping, baby.” He murmurs and fingers you for a few seconds until swiping the thumb back up to your clit. You’ve barely had time to recover from your first orgasm and you let out a small breathy shout. “Ssshh, we can’t let anyone else hear how needy you are.” 

You bit your lip to contain your whimpers. Spencer’s thumb circles your clit, using the pressure you need. Another wave of pleasure is already rising, gathering low in your belly. “Do you want my fingers, baby?” 

“Please. Spencer. Yes. I need them. Please.” You ramble. 

He takes the hand that’s on your hip and inserts his middle and ring fingers into you, immediately pressing into you, rubbing against the spot inside you that makes you want to scream. You swallow the shout that you can’t let out and instead continue to ramble to Spencer. Your legs shake as you give into another wave of pleasure. 

“That’s it, give me another one. So good, baby.” You come against his hand again, but this time Spencer doesn’t let you come down from it. Instead, he moves the hand off your clit and grips your hip to hold you in place as his mouth replaces his hand. You ride his tongue through the aftershocks of your orgasm and let the next wave begin to crest. His fingers never falter as he fingers you. He pulls away for only a split second, “touch me.” 

Your hands fall from the door instantly and tangle in his hair, grasping and scratching, finally getting to push him harshly into you. He moans against you, sending vibrations up your body. You come one more time with a small shout, as quiet as you can. Your legs are shaky and unstable, but Spencer holds you tightly as he takes his time licking you clean. 

When he stands up to his full height, you pull him into a kiss and then lower your hands down to his belt. He breaks the kiss, “I don’t have a condom.” 

You kiss him and continue to take off his belt. “I don’t care.” You get his belt undone, unbuckle his pants, and reach in to take him in your hand. He’s unbelievably hard. The feeling of him is so heavy in your hand. 

He puts his hands on your shoulders as he takes a shuddering breath. “You should care. We haven’t talked about this yet. And you’re in the heat of the moment.” He rationalizes. 

You stick out your bottom lip because you know he’s right. “Can we talk about it later? Cause I want you, all of you.” You squeeze the base of him. His eyes flutter shut and then flip back open as he licks his bottom lip. 

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll talk about it.” Then he kisses you again as you pump your hand up and down on him, your thumb swiping at his leaking head. “Oh shit. Don’t stop.” He stutters against your lips. His kisses are sloppy and nothing like his calculated kisses earlier, but you don’t care. He’s pumping his hips into you, so completely lost in the feeling of your hand on him. 

It doesn’t take long until he’s moaning into your mouth, “so good. You’re so good,” he rambles. One of his hands reaches for your hair and pulls your head back so he can look into your eyes. You bite your bottom lip, and he comes in his pants with a harsh grunt. 

He kisses you, and you keep moving your hand until he’s hissing from sensitivity and pulling away from you. 

The hand in your hair tightens and pulls you back into a deep kiss until you're both breathless. You subtly wipe your hand on his underwear because they’re already a mess, and then both hands hold onto his waist until his kisses slow down. 

“I’m sorry for being angry.” He finally says. 

“We’ll talk tomorrow. I guess today, technically. But at home, I mean.” He looks into your eyes, searching. 

He nods. “Okay.” And he kisses you again, light and feathery. “I need to go clean up before we leave.” 

Your fingers play with the edge of his pants. “Or you could stay, and I could clean you up.” You offer with a not so innocent smile. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He kisses you chastely and pulls away. He looks around for your shirt and pants and then helps you get dressed again. “See you on the jet.” 

You step away from the door and let him leave. In a few hours, you’ll have to board the jet and pretend that the genius profiler on your team didn’t just give you three mind blowing orgasms, so for now you allow yourself to watch him walk down the hotel hallway. He scrambles to buckle his belt as he walks and then runs a hand through his hair, clearly flustered. You go back into your room with a smile.

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[princess-lointaine]

adut for versace. this look is very chic, and the hot pink eyeliner is to die for!

[smtrps]

looking for some super smutty quick fire/short para rp’s. mostly looking for fxf/nb ships right now, but open to f/m. please check out my guidelines before contacting me. it’s also easier if you send me a message vs just liking this post. some fc’s and plots i’d love rn are under the cut

best friend x best friend’s sibling/ex/etc cam girl(s) / cam girl x roommate / etc free use (consensual!!) escort x client love potions / fuck or die (consensual!!) nanny/sitter x single parent one night stand turned oops [scenario] etc s*x club !!!!!! stripper x crime boss/politician/etc teacher x single parent p*rn star(s) / p*rn star x fan / etc (very) public s*x witch x familiar

to play: adelaide kane, adut akech, aisha potter, antonia freya lydia, carla guetta cohen, china anne mcclain, ellie bamber, emma brooks mcallister, ester exposito, gala nikolic, isabella peschardt, jessie mei lee, kara del toro, kelsey merrit, kennedy walsh, lindsey morgan, madison pettis, mara lafontan, maya hawke, michelle domingos, mishti rahman, olivia brower, olivia culpo, precious lee, saweetie, seo soojin, sofia jamora, sohni ahmed, sophie mudd, sydney carlson, sydney sweeney, sydney park, vika bronova, vitoria strada (not a complete list)

to play against: ashley moore, aslayy, ben barnes, bridget satterlee, ch eunwoo, chelsea tavares, christina nadine, cindy mello, dakota fink, eden fines, emily ratajkowski, eva rankin, freddy carter, gizele oliveira, hunter schafer, jeanine mason, jennie kim, jung jinsoul, lily easton, lorena rae, megan fox, megan thee stallion, mimi keene, neelam kaur gill, oliver jackson cohen, pedro pascal, romaneinnc, thylane blondeau, tobias reuter, winston duke (not a complete list)

[juniswan]

I dont usually go for behind-the-scenes model vlogs but im glad Adut Akech's piqued my interest because she is so precious ohhhh my god she's adorable I'm die

[saveadancejustforyou]

I've always felt that models should have something unique about them besides being really pretty. especially the yt models, sort of like Daphne Groeneveld or Lindsey Wixson, but maybe I'm wrong

I think there needs to be some element of charisma or personality there for sure, the same way that actors can have absolutely stale performances due to lack of personality and charisma, models can too. Beauty is genuinely everywhere but to find someone captivating is difficult, hence why every top model nowadays(with a few exceptions, adut, anok, yasmin, paloma) has the personality of a house brick. A lot of these chicks either bought their faces to conform to trends that will eventually die (Bella) or have been so generically pretty (and rich, because nepos seem to be the highest paid models nowadays) their whole lives that they never needed to develop any type of personality or magnetism. Like models generally dont have that allure or 'it' factor anymore, think Kate, think Naomi, think Linda, these women had genuine presence and something to offer, whether it was authenticity (kate being mayhaps the most messy celebrity I've ever come across in terms of carelessness and general recklessness) or a strong personality and work ethic (naomi). I also think social media plays a big part into the top models' appeal, the photoshopping and illusion of the perfect lives, people put these women such as gigi and kendall on these high pedestals purely because of their societal status when if you really think about it, you wouldnt look twice at these chicks in the street if they werent the Gigi Hadid or the Kendall Jenner

[carnoshin]

With an S/O who is Sam's "parent"

I know y'all don't care abt Sam, like, at all. But I adore him and he's. My son.

Brahms

Brahms doesn’t realize that Sam is odd until after he gives the doll to Sam. Like, sure the kid wears the same costume year round-- well, you of course have more than one set of clothes for him, but they’re mostly for when he gets his footie PJs absolutely filthy-- and Brahms has never seen Sam with his mask off or those bandages on his arms, but... Why wouldn’t your kid be... normal? For all intents and purposes, you are a normal person.

You don’t seem too worried when Sam just... walks into the kitchen with a new doll. You just pause for a couple of seconds and arch your shoulders before saying “Made a new friend, huh?” and relaxing again. He nods and sets the doll down at the table beside him, then begins to sneak his food under his mask as you talk to him while eating your own across from him.

Usually Sam is excited to leave the house with you, but after Sam gets the doll, he begins staying home when you go out. And eventually, Brahms comes out to see the kid who has his doll. And like. Sam is four foot somethin’. This boy is too small to be friends with Brahms. Like, it kind of freaks Brahms out because this is an actual child and not a man acting like a child. He just suddenly is like “Oh, yeah, I’m an adult.”

Sam starts knocking on the walls when you’re home so you kind of realize that’s where Sam’s friend lives. Like, not for a moment were you like “Oh, the doll is his friend!” No, it’s Sam, after all. You’re just hoping Sam won’t let his friend kill you.

One day Brahms is just. At the kitchen table with Sam. You’re used to this kind of thing from your adoptive kid, so... A big, silent, kinda gross adut man at the kitchen table isn’t that weird. It does kind of freak you out when you hear Brahms talk, cuz. Sam doesn’t talk unless he’s screaming, so hearing a child’s voice is extremely odd.

Basically, Sam matchmakes you and Brahms, because Brahms is Sam’s dad now, apparently. But Sam is also pretty protective of you: you’ve not let him down so far and that’s pretty rare. So for the first time in your long relationship with Sam, he acts like a normal, adjusted child almost all the time. Like, he’s gonna sit on your lap and ask to be carried and cuddle up with you and things like that. It’s kind of a warning to Brahms, in a way.

And this is because Brahms is a creep and spends a majority of his time literally breathing down your neck as you do housework. And usually Sam’s friends who do this stuff leave pretty easily and don’t go out of their way to do it and they don’t start ignoring Sam??? How fucking rude???

Billy & Stu (Ghostface)

He likes when they come over. Like I’ve said, he likes it if you have friends and he also likes being able to do whatever he wants while you’re occupied with your friends.

BUT as soon as he finds out you three are dating??? He’s pissed. He’s angry. He’s going to RUN AWAY.

Sam has forgotten that he disappears for days at a time no matter what. That is, until he’s at a recent murder scene where there’s some candy in the cupboard. And sure enough, there’s Ghostface. Oh, two Ghostfaces. Cool. They seem familiar... He’s going home, he’s had fun for a while. He wants to go home and have you make him cookies. He’s mainly forgotten that he’s angry at you.

Several days later the guys stop by and Sam recognizes their boots, like, immediately. And he just points at them, back and forth. You have to go over to talk to him and he pulls you in and whispers in your ear.

Literally you just sigh and look over at the guys while Sam clings to you-- not because he’s afraid they’ll hurt him, but because he knows he can kick their asses. Like... You’re so tired. You thought you had a normal relationship for the first time in a long time and, for once, it had nothing to do with Sam in any way.

Jason

Sam is drawn to places with killers. He just is. And the fact that Sam often needs to be moving around to avoid suspicion means that you’re usually accompanying him. This means that abandoned, but still livable homes are your guys’ bread and butter.

And pretty much every cabin within twelve acres of Camp Blood is abandoned, a little under half of which still have power and water running.

Jason meets Sam first. Little guy is drawn to violence and Jason provides that in droves. Sam probably offers Jason some candy or something.

Either way, Jason will inevitably follow Sam home and see you there. You’re probably gonna freak out after you realize that this must be the guy who kills everyone who comes into the woods, but Sam’ll rush to you and hug your legs and ask to be picked up: it’s how he’s going to show that you’re his parent, basically. And Jason certainly sees himself and his mother reflected by you two: I mean, the normal parent and the little boy with a sack over his head? It’s almost too on the nose.

He starts to avoid your house out of respect and keeps folks away. But eventually, Sam will drag him over to have a play date. And before you know it, you’re stumbling into a relationship with that big lovable lug. And Sam doesn’t seem to mind, in all honesty.

Herbert

What in the fuck is that? A child? Ew.

Sam does not get along with Herbert. Like, I think Sam is the type of kid who hisses and bites and grumbles loudly. So you’ll see Sam babble angrily at Herbert, who doesn’t understand what Sam is saying, but does understand the intent. And Herbert doesn’t care for that shit at all.

Like, he’s the type who has a kid make a face at him and he makes it back, but not in a “having fun” way: in a “hey, fuck you too” way.

Sam probably eats reagent at one point and you’re just like. “It’s fine.” and Herb is getting ready to do an at-home stomach pumping like “It’s not fine: he’s going to die.” and you just continuously are like “It’s fine. Sam can’t die.” By the time Herbert gets everything set up, even at your insistence, he realizes Sam should’ve died ten minutes ago if he were a normal human child. “Pff, Sam isn’t human, dude. It’s fine.” And Sam is just sitting on your lap, completely calm and trying his best to braid your hair. (Even if you have a buzzcut: kids, amirite?)

Herbert likely accidentally bonds with Sam over Herb’s... Disembodied creatures, basically? Before you know it, Herb is taking Sam to the grocery store to buy candy or taking him to the movies to see something R rated.

Sam has a habit of fucking with Herbert’s corpses. Not in a bad way-- most of them are violent from the get-go, so it’s not like Sam has to add an abnormal brain into the mix. But sometimes Herbert finds fingers missing and five feet away Sam is spitting out fingernails like they’re watermelon seeds.

Dan Cain

He’s just gonna assume you’re a normal single parent. Like, yeah, it’s weird that your kid wears a burlap sack all the time and likes to draw dead stuff, but... Well, plenty of kids are morbid at a young age. So whatever, right?

It’s genuinely not a big deal. He is, like, very much trying to be Sam’s new dad. Like, he’s ready to take Sam to Disneyland. He’s talking to you like “Shouldn’t Sam have some more friends?” and you’re like “Sam has plenty of friends.”

Dan is already at “I’m worried about our child’s development.” stage before he sees Sam’s face. Like, he’s six-ish (or something) and Dan has never heard him speak? That can’t be good, right?

So. It’s the exact opposite of with the Ghostface boys when Sam shows his face to Dan. Dan is the one who is like “I thought I finally had a normal partner. And this had nothing to do with Herbert.”

[lovemesomesurveys]

‘Does your best friend bother you more than anyone else? Uh, they wouldn’t be my best friend if that were the case. Who is your best friend? My mom. Do you like someone right now? Not in the romantic sense, no. Do you even think you stand a chance with this person? Do you consider yourself truly happy? No. I’m not.

How often do you cry? Often enough. There are days where I’m just on the verge of tears all day and anything can set me off. 

Are you emotional? Yes. What is the worst thing you would do for 10 million dollars? I find these questions so stressful to think about lol. Just give me scenarios to do for $10 million and I’ll tell you if I’m willing to do it. <<<< Same. Have you ever had/do you have an eating disorder? Not an eating disorder per se, but I have appetite and other issues that affect my eating.  Have you ever cut/burned yourself intentionally? Burned, no. What’s your opinion on drugs? Have you ever done any? I’ve only done weed. That’s all I would ever do. I’m not messing around with the hardcore drugs. Have you ever noticed the hidden adut jokes inside of kid shows/movies? It’s pretty crazy watching certain kid shows/movies now as an adult and seeing all the stuff that went over my head as a kid. Rugrats has a lot. Do you want to be famous?  That’s a big HELL no.

Do you sin often? Everyone does. We’re not sinless, but we should aim to sin less. What are your views on God? I believe in Him. What do you think happens after you die? I believe in heaven and hell. Are you afraid to die? Yes. :/ It’s still a natural, very human thing to be afraid of death even if you believe in an afterlife. If you had the chance, would you want to know the date of your death? Absolutely not. Have you ever felt that you weren’t good enough? Yeppp. That’s exactly I feel. I feel like the biggest failure and disappointment.  Do you have any siblings? If so, are you jealous of them? I have two brothers. No, I’m not jealous of them. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Why or why not? Yes. Especially with my mom.

Are you always wanting more? I’m just like, there has to be more to life than this... Do you make good first impressions? I don’t know about now. Are you ashamed of your past? Of some of my actions. Do you miss your past? Certain aspect of it. Do you have a song lyric that describes where you are in life right now? Blah. Who are you closest to in your family? My mom and younger brother. Do you ever open up to people? I open to y’all quite a bit. Do you consider yourself guarded? Why or why not? I’m not open “in real life” like I am in these surveys. Do you like animals? Yes.

Do you think doctors prescribe medicine too often? The laws have really cracked down on that for a lot of medications. Are you a control freak? No. Do you enjoy getting drunk, or do you feel like you’re losing all control? I do not miss the days of getting drunk at all. What do you think happens when you go into a coma? I think of it as being kinda similar to when you’re under anesthesia.  Do you think the internet is dangerous? It definitely can be.

Name all the social networking sites you use: Tumblr, Twitter, YouTube, Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, Pinterest, and TikTok. Have you ever given anyone the chance to really get to know you? Certain people. Do you block people out of your life when they start to get too close? I have screwed up a few great things because of that.  Who do you think has the most pressure to be good-looking; guys or girls? There’s a lot of pressure on both. Do you care what impression you make on people? Apparently not so much anymore. Do you think TV is too much of an influence on today’s youth? I think kids/teens can be too big of an influence on each other. What do you think people would do if all the computers crashed? Oh man... if that were to happen in the midst of everything else going on... I don’t even want to imagine that. Honestly, do you say racist things? No. Do your parents put way too much pressure on you? No. They’ve only wanted/want normal, reasonable things for me. They’ve always been very supportive. I just feel like such a huge failure and disappointment. Has anyone you loved ever died? I’ve lost a few loved ones. Do you think people overreact when their pets die? Pets are family. That loss hurts and feels just like losing any other loved one.  Do you know who you are, or what you want to become? Nope. Do you have your future mapped out? Or are you just taking it day by day? I can only take it day by day. What are you going to do now? Scroll through Tumblr and perhaps another survey if I find one. I’m also listening to ASMR.

[purplesurveys]

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‘Does your best friend bother you more than anyone else? This is so weird. Someone wouldn’t be my best friend if all they did was annoy me. If one of my best friends did start to bother me with anything they’re doing, we’re close enough for me to comfortably call them out on it. Who is your best friend? Angela and Gab. Do you like someone right now? A lot more than that at this point. Do you even think you stand a chance with this person? I’ve been with them a handful of years now, so yes. Do you consider yourself truly happy? Not truly. I can generally keep myself happy but I’ll sometimes have days where I’m anxious, angry, hurt, confused, lost, or all of the above. It’s a work in progress.

How often do you cry? I want to say at least once a week; that's pretty accurate. Are you emotional? Yes. What is the worst thing you would do for 10 million dollars? I find these questions so stressful to think about lol. Just give me scenarios to do for $10 million and I’ll tell you if I’m willing to do it. Have you ever had/do you have an eating disorder? [trigger warning] No. But when my depression was at its roughest a part of me wanted to try adding self-starvation to the other methods I was already using to harm myself at the time. Didn’t really work out. Have you ever cut/burned yourself intentionally? Cut, yes. Burned, technically yes, but I didn’t know it would hurt me. When I was 7 I thought I had some sort of invincibility so I placed a finger on a clothes iron that was plugged in at the time. So I kinda did it on purpose, but not because I wanted to burn myself lol? If that makes sense? What do you think of people that do? Hope that they have people around them who care for them and can help them pull themselves out of that hole. What's your opinion on drugs? Have you ever done any? Scary, especially the hard drugs. I’ve seen Breaking Bad, Trainspotting, and Requiem for a Dream to know not to try them lol. I’ve only had milder ones like caffeine, nicotine, and painkillers. Have you ever noticed the hidden adut jokes inside of kid shows/movies? When I encounter the episodes these days, yeah I would notice them. When I was a kid they used to be just sentences that didn’t make sense to me. Do you want to be famous? Why? I’m not opposed to it. I wanna be able to travel places, get freebies, and afford a lot of nice clothes, but I’m also not willing to do absolutely anything or lose who I am just to get famous.

Do you sin often? I don’t really think of that anymore. What are your views on God? Nope. What do you think happens after you die? I go to sleep permanently, which for me is the most peaceful way to think of death. Sometimes if I’m feeling a little alone or helpless, it’s just as comforting to also think of the possibility of reuniting with my lost loved ones when I die, like my lolo or the great-grandparents I never met. Are you afraid to die? I’m afraid of dying painfully, if anything. Like I don’t want to be stuck in a burning room or have a ceiling collapse on me, you know? If you had the chance, would you want to know the date of your death? Yes. Have you ever felt that you weren't good enough? Of course. Do you have any siblings? If so, are you jealous of them? Yes. I’m not jealous/envious of Nina, but I do sometimes wish I had a talent that was as tangible and recognizable as hers – she’s an artist and an editor, and very good ones. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Why or why not? I mean we don’t hate each other, but I wouldn’t go running to their arms if I had a problem. We have a more buddy-type relationship.

Are you always wanting more? Yep, I’m quite materialistic. Do you make good first impressions? You’d have to ask the people I’ve ever met. I hope I do, though. Do you feel bad for obese people, or do you just laugh? I am so unimpressed with this question.  What would you do if you were obese? Idk, it would depend on the mindset I have once I’m at that point. Are you ashamed of your past? Not ashamed. I just wish it had a lot more happier days. Do you miss your past? No. Do you have a song lyric that describes where you are in life right now? Ain’t it fuuuuun living in the real wooooorld ain’t it goooood being all alooooone Who are you closest to in your family? In my immediate family, it’s probably my sister. But generally speaking, it’s my eldest first cousin on my mom’s side. Do you ever open up to people? Yes, but I’m also private. Like I wouldn’t just share my life story with anyone - you have to ask about it and know which questions to ask. Do you consider yourself guarded? Why or why not? Sure. I’ve had shitty people come in and go out of my life throughout the years. Are you an honest person? I guess. Do you like animals? Love them, except cockroaches and flying cockroaches.

Do you think doctors prescribe medicine too often? I...don’t really have an opinion lol and I don’t know if I should. I don’t know the first thing about medical ethics. Are you a control freak? In a group setting, mostly yep. Do you enjoy getting drunk, or do you feel like you're losing all control? I like getting drunk but only until a certain point, i.e. when I feel giddy enough to socialize with strangers or start dancing. I’ve had a couple of bad experiences from drinking too much and it’s always so embarrassing the day after. What do you think happens when you go into a coma? I’ve read accounts on Reddit from people who used to be in one and the stories vary. Some stayed passed out through the whole thing, others dreamt in a lot of vibrant colors, others had dreams that they considered metaphors for dying, others were a little aware of what was happening or being said around them. Do you think the internet is dangerous? I know it is, lmao.

Name all the social networking sites you use: Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, YouTube, Linkedin. I re-installed Snapchat recently but I don’t use it for social media. Do you think anyone truly knows who you really are? My best friends do, in different ways. Have you ever given anyone the chance to really get to know you? Yes. Do you block people out of your life when they start to get too close? No. It’s very rare that that gets to happen so when it does, I keep them around. Who do you think has the most pressure to be good-looking; guys or girls? I think both experience a lot of pressure in very different ways. It’s not a contest. Do you care what impression you make on people? Kinda, especially if they make the wrong one lmao. Do you think TV is too much of an influence on today’s youth? If anything today’s TV has a lot of responsible representation from sexual consent and coming out and mental health to POCs, which gives off a suuuuper positive influence to kids and young teens these days who now feel like they can see themselves in the characters they meet and scenarios they see. Racism, sexism, homophobia, and all the other -isms and -phobias never get to fly by in this age anymore and that’s a great thing too. Just look at Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Sex Education, Itaewon Class, and I wanna say The Good Place? but I’ve never seen it. What do you think people would do if all the computers crashed? I honestly think that would be the last straw that would break the camel’s back for people to start chaotically freaking out lol. There’s too much happening as it is. Honestly, do you say racist things? Filipinos in general are resentful towards mainland Chinese but that’s because they have bullied us for so long, they’ve literally shit on our historical parks, they keep buying our lands, they claim our seas, and they belittle and mistreat Filipinos, especially the ones who work as OFWs in China. We wouldn’t be as racist if most of them didn’t act like such assholes to begin with. Personally, I don’t verbally say racist stuff but I will judge mainland Chinese in my head if I come across them or hear another incident of them misbehaving. Do your parents put way too much pressure on you? No, which I’m quite grateful for. They just let me do my thing, they ask me what jobs I want without hinting what they want for me, they let me fantasize about my dream purchases once I have a salary without guilt-tripping me over letting them have a share of my money, that kind of stuff. Has anyone you loved ever died? Two big people in my life. Do you think people overreact when their pets die? Not at all. Pets are family, and everyone’s reactions are valid. I remember when Lorde’s dog died and people were either 1) making fun of her and called her overreacting when she said she was gonna be unable to release new music for the meantime, or 2) stoked that her new music is probably gonna be sad and emotional because of her dog’s death, and I thought both were terrible. Do you know who you are, or what you want to become? I’m getting there, don’t pressure me lmfao. Do you have your future mapped out? Or are you just taking it day by day? Day by day. I have a good big picture planned out, but I also like living in the now. What are you going to do now? I dunno if I want to take another survey or watch YouTube videos now. But directly after hitting post on this I’ll definitely take another sip of my coffee and give my dog cuddles for a few minutes since he just woke up from his nap.

[axemetaphor]

im sleeby and i cant write my essay and have 0 brain cells i wanna ramble on abt Untitled Villains Project and i fuckign will i dont care if it makes 0 sense !!!

aall of it is a Big Fucken ... Morality Play i guess asdfghj ive never poasted about it before so the run-down is it’s a comedy cartoon-show im workin on thatll prolly be for teens/young aduts/etc basically it’s not really a kids show cause it has some dark themes but by god id rather die than fall into the trap of Ugly Adult Show so young adults it is! the plot centers around two teams of villains who just happen to be vying for the same goal (in a sense). the comedy comes from them butting heads and the general banter shenanigans 

there are like three and a half main characters asdfghj the fourth main character is more of a nebulous figure not involved i nthe action. closest analogy is hordak in that new she-ra ? that character is named Boss and she’s a feral scientist because i dont like the connotations of “mad” scientist and since she’s a maned wolf .. puns! shes also the oldest main character, clockin in at 30-soemthing by her words. she refuses to be specific but she is Adult For Sure 

her assistant, Toxic Porcupine, the gremlin in my icon atm, is also her guinea pig. they can teleport! due to some sorta horrifying shit Boss tried on them! they were of course a willing participant. theyre extremely reckless, the youngest member of the show (19), so theyre like “im young! im invincible! yahoo!” theyre an absolute thorn i nthe side of the other two main characters who both think Toxic is like. 10 at the oldest. theyre small and have a very Young Lad sort of voice and they SCREAM so very much 

the other two are Vex and Unknown ! theyre genetic experiments who are tyring to hide that fact, with Unknown passing themself off as a weirdly pointy raccoon and Vex just pretending to be a normal cat. Vex is a lot less weird-looking and can pass for a tabby cat despite being part fox. Unknown is an amnesiac who lost their memories at 24 under mysterious circumstances that Toxic, somehow, knows something about but refuses to say much of anything on. now at 26 they’re still re-learning a Lot about life and the world and they still have little lapses of memory sometimes that can be kinda scary. but overall theyre coping well! they have some mysterious powers they can’t identify or access, only remember in dreams. Vex is unaware they remember at all.

Vex (27) is the leader of the duo. she’s a sociopath (not hyperbolic; i’m researching sociopathy as best i can and aim for her to be a positive portrayal). she has the ability to sort of temporarily mind-control people verbally, as in, she can say “hey, go do this” and the person will do it with no recollection of doing so. it works best on one person at a time (no, it doesnt stack, she can’t address multiple people one-by-one it diminishes the more people she Manipulates) and can work minimally on up to four. by the time it’s four she can only compel them to like, turn around, or take a step or two, or drop something, etc. small stuff. she does this mostly to keep her and Unknown’s missions nonviolent, as a body count would be Pretty Not Good to deal with. she has no qualms abt killing people but logically understands it’s frowned-upon and would likely cause problems. 

so anyhow the main conflict rises from the fact that Boss wants to study ancient magical artifacts to figure out what the Fuck magic really is, believing there to be a tie between magic and technology. Unknown and Vex work for a mafia-type organization that often wants the same artifacts purely for money-laundering purposes. shenanigans ensue when Toxic and Unknown&Vex are sent after the same thing ! this also is entirely because im a huge art history nerd asdfghjkl

i m all otu of steam now goodnite i might delete this in the morning bt ! if you read this far pls do tell me wot ya think of the Concept ... blease im too shyto sharw this irl but i crave crit on my ideas sdfghjk  

[saintlaurentproblems]

Who are your top 5 current models?

1. Candice until I die

2. Adut Akech - she made fashion month her bitch

3. Bella Hadid - she’s killing it

4. Grace Elizabeth - underrated

5. Meghan Roche - I’m obsessed with her face.

[jasdiary]

i hav a fnukinh adution for a high school in 2 weeks n i don’t wanna my anxiety is gonna kick adhd is gonna tell the world was gonna roll me and i want to die

[gardenianoire]

I know I was posting about how stan culture is dangerous and the working class shouldn't idolize the wealthy and I still believe that firmly

but I'd also die for Adut Akech and her like super cute nose

[halfpintkay]

New Muse

Name: Daniel Anthony Torrance

Nickname(s): Dan, Danny, Doc (by Dick Hallorann and his parents), Doctor Sleep (At work), Danno 

age: adult verse 41, teen verse 15-18

FC: Adut: Ewan McGregor, Teen: Thomas Brodie-Sangster , 

abilities: can read minds, predict the future, speak telepathically with other people who had the Shining, and see ghosts. 

Bio: Dan was born to Wendy and Jack Torrance. When he was born he had a caul covering his face. Dan had always been natural perceptive of what his parents were thinking, feeling, and tended to know too much for a kid his age to know.  A lot of his information, especially future events, came from an invisible friend named Tony (Who turned out to be a future version of Danny using the Shining to warn his younger self). Tony tried his best to warn Danny not to go to Overlook hotel to prevent the tragedy that would befall the Torrance family after months of isolation in a haunted hotel. 

When he was three years old Dan spilled beer on his father’s paper which resulted in Jack Torrance losing his temper and accidentally breaking Danny’s arm. Jack was a heavy drinker until one night when he and another alcoholic friend ran over a bike in the middle of road which they couldn’t find the owner. But even without the drinking Jack Torrance had anger issues which got him fired from a teaching position at Stovington Prep.  After getting a second chance with a job being the caretaker  at the Overlook Hotel in Sidewinder, Colorado. Jack moved his family to the hotel for the winter where they were isolated and cut off from the rest of society once the snow started to fall.  Over time the hotel messed with Jack driving him into madness until one day he snapped and took a roque mallet trying to kill his wife and child so the hotel could get their hands on Danny and his unique ability which Dick Halloran, a cook who worked at the Overlook, had called the Shining. 

Danny and his mother had escaped with the help of Dick Halloran just before the Overlook blew up taking Jack Torrance with it.  In the years that followed Wendy and Dan stayed in contact with Dick as they tried to put their life back together. As Dan grew up he began to drink like his father and proved to have his anger. Alcoholism suppressed his abilities which didn’t come back till he decided to get clean and attend AA meetings. 

After reaching the bottom where he stole money from a woman who he slept and did cocaine with and leaving her and her son to deal with an abusive man who eventually killed them Dan eventually found himself in Frazier, New Hampshire where he finally decided to try and get clean on his own. After struggling he finally went to his boss and asked for help who got him in touch with AA meetings and became his sponsor. Now clean he works in hospice and provides comfort as patients die which earned him the nickname of Doctor Sleep. 

The Shining (the Shine): is a psychic ability some people have. People who have the Shine can read minds, speak with their minds( if the other person also has the Shine), see future events, and see past events which also includes the sight of ghosts, some even have telekinesis.  usually prediction of the future comes with a sign (Tony usually comes for Danny and Dick smells oranges). 

Some random facts about Danny that I’ve remembered by reading Doctor Sleep (that I will surely add too once I officially finish my rereading of the book):

he likes trains

he hates mountains 

windy snowy nights remind him of being at the Overlook when he was five

He’s an angry drunk (when he was an alcoholic. When sober he keeps his anger pretty well under control.) 

He can see “Death flies” which indicated when a person’s health is bad the more flies there are the less you can do to prevent them from dying

the last time he saw his mother he couldn’t even see her face due to death flies covering it

[itsniiaa-simblr]

Charlee: my best friend..my birthday twin..my ride and mf die adut is back in cali and shes here for good. 

[leotanaka]

for the book asks: 2, 5, 8, 16?

2. top 5 books of all time?

- the storyteller by jodi picoult- magnus chase and the gods of asgard by rick riordan (i actually like all of the riordanverse books but this is my favourite.)- songs of a war boy by deng adut- deltora quest series by emily rodda- catcher in the rye by jd salinger.

5. where do you buy books?

it depends really. if i can buy the book at a book shop than i do but there aren’t any near me so i usually have to be in the area of that shopping centre which i only go near a few times of year so, then i buy the books online - usually through booktopia or angus and robertson. 

8. what is the first book you remember reading yourself?

i think it was either the twits by roald dahl or say cheese and die by rl stein.

16. how many books have you read this year?

i’ve started reading quite a few books this year but unfortunately because of uni, i haven’t managed to finish them so, none technically :( but i am working on getting through more books now that i am on break. 

[asoftenderlove]

adut akech, duckie thot, cong he

It took me a little longer to get into Adut and Duckie because I'm not really a fan of what I call baby or toddler faces in fashion but after seeing what they can do in print, I've warmed up a lot. I always thought they were more cute or adorable than high fashion but obviously that's changed a lot. I'm really happy Duckie is going so far and thot she or Slick deserved that award more than that little turlington girl. What i don't understand is why they won't give Duckie another fucking wig besides that limp shit they just haphazardly toss onto her head. That fro they gave her was amazing and a messy curl bun or chignon would look great on her but they seemed obsessed with covering her beautiful big ass forehead with that fucking bang.Adut needs more covers too and those legs are to die for.I really like Cong He and her intense stares.