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megan-loves-surveys · 1 month ago

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#53.

PART ONE: You and Your Life

Were any other names considered for you at birth? I know my name would have been James if I was a boy. Not sure about other girls' names.

What was the day, date and time for your birth? July 13th, 1987. It was a Monday around 8:45pm.

So how old will you be this year? I turned 37.

Where do you dwell? Auckland.

What is your astrological sign? Cancer.

Do you check your horoscopes regularly, and do you believe in them? I check it sometimes for fun, I don't really believe in them but they're cool to read.

What are your typical [starsign] qualities? Not sure.

Who are you compatible with? Not sure.

What kind of house do you live in? I live in a gated complex with 21 houses, mine is the very last one on one side, it's two storeys.

What’s the name of your street/close/road? Not saying.

Who do you live with? My Mum.

What rooms are in your house? Our downstairs is one big room - the lounge, dining room and kitchen are all in one. Upstairs is my room, my Mum's room, the bathroom and a few cupboards.

Where is your room? Upstairs.

How is it decorated? It's grey, but I have loads of posters everywhere.

Did you decorate it yourself? No.

What kind of furniture do you have? I have my bed, a bookcase, three sets of drawers (one with my TV on top of it), a huge shoe rack for my Converse collection, DVD racks, a desk and these cube things that I store stuff in.

Did you set out to decorate it with a certain look? -

Do you have posters on the walls? Yep - most of them are of The Shield guys, both as a group and solo. The star attractions are two big PPV posters - one of Mox on his own, and one of Mox & Seth.

What is your calendar this year [if you have one?] Corgis!

Are your parents still together? No, my Dad remarried.

So what kind of person are you, in the good ways? I'm kind, I'm loyal, I'm funny, I'll have your back, I like to go out and do fun things etc.

And in the bad ways? I can proscrastinate and I don't shut up lol xD

In what ways do you annoy people? I get obsessive about things I like and never stop talking about them hahah and I can be clingy.

What are your strengths? Typing, knowing random useless facts and I keep a clear head in a crisis and think rationally instead of freaking out.

What are your weaknesses? Basically my physical strength, I have none especially in my upper body.

Are you easily depressed? No.

What makes you depressed? That depends.

Are you easily paranoid? Again, depends.

What is your current mood? I'm pretty good, excited about getting my hair done on Thursday!!

Who are your close friends? They know who they are.

Who are your favourite friends to talk with when you are upset? Depends why I'm upset.

Who do you share most in common with? All of them in different ways.

Do you have a journal/diary? Yep.

PART TWO: Appearances

Insert a picture of yourself here: Look at my PFP, that was taken about 10 years ago but I still look the same, I basically haven't aged at all in the last decade xD

How important is the way you look to you? Pretty important, I do all the stuff - I dye my hair, get my nails done, get waxed, wear cute clothes, go to the gym etc.

How self-conscious are you when it comes to your appearance? I try to hide my stomach while I work out to get rid of it.

How tall/short are you? 5'3".

What colour hair do you have? Currently it's growing out purple.

Is it dyed? Yep. I'm getting it dyed blue in a few days!

If so, what is your natural hair colour? Blonde.

How long is it? Past my shoulders, I'd say it's at boob length now xD

Are you growing it? Always.

What would you call your body shape? Mostly slim, except my stomach needs to go.

Are you happy with it? Mostly.

What colour eyes do you have? Green.

How do you dress, and why? I mostly wear wrestling t-shirts, short shorts, tiny skirts, playsuits, tiny dresses, tank tops, yoga pants and hoodies. For shoes, I mainly wear Converse and jandals/flip flops, and heels for work.

How long ago did you start dressing this way? It's been my wardrobe for years hahah, pretty much since I became an adult.

Do your friends dress similarly to you? Not really.

How is the way you dress reflective of your personality? Dunno xD

What parts of your appearance do people compliment? My boobs, my legs and my hair.

What parts of your appearance do people insult? None, if they know what's good for them :P

PART THREE: Hobbies

What do you do for a living? I'm an admin assistant - I do all sorts of stuff like data entry, reception, note taking in meetings and doing odd jobs for my boss.

Are you happy with what you do? Yep, my job is great cos it's not samey, every day is different.

What are your hobbies: Watching wrestling, attending wrestling shows, video games, music, traveling, writing, reading random websites, shopping etc.

Name everything you love: Here's just a selection - my boyfriend, Jon Moxley, Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, music, my laptop, my phone, food, wrestling, traveling, going to the gym, Converse etc.

Name everything you hate: Migraines, humidity, when my internet is slow, when it rains and ruins your plans, being broke, when my phone battery is low and I forget to charge it, hypocrites etc.

What kind of people do you love: Lots.

What kind of people do you hate: Murderers, sex offenders, rapists, child abusers, animal abusers etc.

PART FOUR: Music

I know it’s a chore, but list your favourite bands and musicians here: Ayumi Hamasaki, Five, Blue, Girls Aloud, Namie Amuro, Little Mix, Madison Beer, Taylor Swift, Britney Spears, Sugababes, Atomic Kitten, Adam Lambert, Spice Girls, Koda Kumi, Melanie Martinez, Charli XCX etc.

What are your favourite genres: Pop, J-pop, K-pop, rock, dance, electro, classical, new age etc.

Any particular favourite songs? Loads, but my fave at the moment is Zolita - Shut Up And Cry

Albums? So many I can't say.

Insert some of your favourite lyrics? ^

What band do you listen to when you want to feel happy? Depends.

The most depressive music? None.

Do you have any favourite music videos? Don't really watch them anymore.

Are you in a band? No.

If so, what’s it called? -

If you’re not in a band – do you want to be? No, I have no musical talent at all lol.

PART FIVE: Love and Relationships, etc.

Seeing anybody right now? Yep.

The obvious question: Straight/bi/gay: Bi.

Do you have crushes: Everyone does.

If so, do you like them for their personality, or for their appearance? Both.

Celebrity crushes: Mox, Seth, Roman, Drew, Ritchie, Duncan etc.

Ever been in love? Yep.

Are you now? Yep <3

How confident are you when it comes to relationships? Depends.

Do you know of anybody who likes you? Well, I hope so lol.

What would be most important to you in a relationship? Loyalty and likes to have fun.

Your ideal guy/girl, personality: Funny, loyal, protective, loves to go out and do fun things, likes wrestling, shares some of my hobbies, dominant <3

Your ideal guy/girl, appearance: Tall, dark haired or a silver fox, blue eyes, big muscly arms, big hands, nice ass, nice smile, well built. I basically described my boyfriend, lol.

What’s more important to you, appearance or personality? Both.

What are your turn ons: LOADS.

Turn offs: Loads.

Fantasies: I would get banned if I listed them, trust me.

How dirty-minded are you? So much so, it's scary lol.

What would you rule out in relationships: Younger men, I do not date younger, only my age or older.

What kind of things would you like to share in common? Good sense of humour and love for wrestling!

Does any particular dress sense turn you on? I love a man in a uniform or a suit.

Do you remember your first boyfriend/girlfriend? Yep.

The most romantic songs you can think of? Hmm.

The sexiest bands? Every group has sexy members tbh.

The sexiest singing voices? Duncan, I love his husky voice.

PART SIX: Movies, TV, etc.

What are your favourite movies? I'm not a big movie fan so I'll just say Simpsons Movie and Cagefighter, Mox's movie.

What kind of movies do you love to watch, and why? Action, comedy or horror.

What kind of movies DON’T you watch, and why? Romance. So fucking dull.

Favourite actors: Johnny Depp <3

Favourite actresses: None.

Most romantic movie you’ve seen and one of your favourites: I hate those.

The most sad movie you’ve seen and one of your favourites: Not my thing.

If you could have starred in any of your favourite movies, which one would it be, why, and what character would you have played? No clue.

If you could take any song and place it in a movie, what song and movie would it be? ^

TV Shows you watch: WWE Raw, WWE Smackdown, AEW Dynamite, Big Bang Theory, Friends, Simpsons, Shortland St, Emmerdale and I watched both seasons of The Mole on Netflix the other week.

PART SEVEN: The End

So, how was it? Not bad.

Did you enjoy it? Sure.

What’s the time now? 10:55am. But you didn't even ask the time at the start, lol.

What was your favourite section? The first one.

Any last words? Nah.

BOLD SURVEY

I had a party on my 16th birthday. My name ends with a consonant. I have a middle name, and I don't hate it. I've been told that I suck at life. My best friend is/has been my significant other. I am in love with someone right now. My jewelry is all silver. My favorite color changes with my mood. So does my eye color. I've dyed my hair black before. I have screamed like an emokid. My GPA is above 3.5. I've dated an older man/woman. My favorite color ink is red. I've written a note to someone in class. Forget school, I hate work! Wintertime sucks major amounts of ass. I live for football. I have friends in Texas. My mother tells me I don't know the first thing about love. My parents are still married. I have an air freshener in my car. Candy is my favorite dessert. Taking pictures is fun. I masturbate, and I don't feel guilty about it. Someone I know is fighting for my country. I drink diet drinks, and it bothers the people around me. I am diabetic. There is food within three feet of me at this moment. I have written in purple ink. My birthday is in February. Chemistry was/is my favorite Science class. I was the fat kid who used to hate gym. The rollercoaster of my life never stops. I know more than five people named Mike. My boss hates me. My father doesn't know anything about me. Yoga is fun stuff. I have more than 200 dollars in my wallet right now. I've used a credit card. Riding dirtbikes is one of my favorite things to do on my days off. Oprah is my hero. I am a fan of punk rock. Concerts are the best thing since… well, something awesome. KoRn is GOD. I like cows. I have more than one poster of my favorite band in my room. Golf doesn't thrill me. I have dated someone for over 6 months. I actually watch Survivor, and I like it! My IM screenname has X at the beginning. I wear lots of pink and purple. I have over 150 people on my buddylist. My favorite day of the week is Thursday. I like ice in my soda. I wrote in a diary when I was younger. Being a kid was really the best part of my life. Homecoming this year really sucked ass. I miss my significant other. The weathermen here don't know what the hell they are talking about. I live for good TV shows! This survey is too long. My best friend is female. There is a highlighter on my desk. I have taken Trigonometry. Mirrors amuse me. Guitars are better than drums. "Piano Man" is a really awesome song. I've learned something new in the past 24 hours. I know what my first name means. Surveys are made because people have too much time on their hands. Going to funerals makes me feel sad, but at the same time happy. Driving in the snow is tons of fun. Reading 8 point font makes my eyes hurt. I have dubbed myself a pyro, not because it makes me feel cool, but because I really do love fire.

*Current… mood: Hungry. music: Nothing rn. taste: Nothing in particular. hair: It's up in two long ponytails cos it's warm and I don't want it to get wrecked by sweat. dress: Blue summer dress. annoyance: The humidity and the fact that the J key on my keyboard has come off lol. smell: Nothing in particular. game: I played 2064: Read Only Memories last night. thing I ought to be doing: Nothing. windows open: Brave and Discord. favourite artist: Ayumi Hamasaki. favorite group: Five. favorite book: Weather Warden series, always. cds in stereo: - colour of nails: My nails are black and white at the moment, black on my left hand and white on my right. refreshment: Water. worry: Nothing. crush: Jon Moxley <3 favorite celeb: Ayumi. time wasting wish: Hmm. hate: Humidity.

*Today Have I… Smiled?: Yep. Laughed?: Sure. Cried?: No. Bought something?: No. Were sarcastic?: Yep. Talked to an ex?: No. Watched your favorite movie?: I don't even have a fave tbh.

*A Last time for everything…. Last book you read: Reach For The Stars I think. Last movie you saw: No idea. Last song you heard: Ayumi Hamasaki - BRILLIANTE Last thing you had to drink: Water. Last time you showered: Yesterday. Last thing you ate: A mince pie xD

[Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?] Someone at work.

[Who was the last person you talked to in person?] My Mum.

[Who was the last person you talked to online?] Friends on Discord.

[Who was the last person you hung out with?] David.

[Who was the last person you seen in person?] My Mum.

[Who was the last person you took a picture with?] My boyfriend.

[Who was the last person you danced with?] My bf.

[What was the last thing you ate?] Mince pie.

[What was the last thing you drank?] Water.

[What was the last thing you did?] The survey before this one lol.

[What was the last place you went?] The gym after work.

[What was the last movie you saw?] No idea.

[What was your last phone-call about?] It was a work thing, some client ringing up enquiring about what would happen with their case cos of Christmas coming up - we close over the holidays so I told them they'd have to wait till January cos we close on the 23rd and don't reopen till January 6.

[What was your last Instant Message about?] It was Robert, asking me about what I thought of a WWE show.

[Where did you go yesterday?] Work and the gym.

[Where are your parents?] My Mum is in bed and I don't know about my Dad.

[Where do you keep your diary?] It's on my laptop.

[Where are you at now?] My room.

[Where were you last week at this day and time?] Probably here cos I don't work Tuesdays.

[Where were you the day 9-11 accured?] I was asleep in bed cos it happened overnight for us.

[Where do most of you relatives live?] NZ, but some live in the UK and a few in Australia.

[When was the last time you showered?] Yesterday.

[When was the last time you hung out with your cousins?] I literally haven't seen any of them in years lol.

[When was the last time you took a bath?] I have no idea xD

[When was the last time you brushed your teeth?] This morning.

[When was the last time you were at the mall?] Saturday.

[When was the last time you were absent?] I haven't missed a scheduled day of work since I was sick about 3 months ago.

[Why are you takin this survey?] Cos I like to take them.

[Why are you online?] Cos I am.

[Why did 9-11 happen?] Terrorism.

[Why did they invent pencils?] So you don't have to draw with pens lol.

[Why are most things made in China?] Cos that's where all the factories are.

[Why are there such things as "magnets"?] How should I know.

[Why did they come up with school?] So you can learn and not be fucking stupid.

[How old are you?] 37.

[How many siblings do you have?] None.

[How many rooms are in your house?] Depends if you count our downstairs as 1 big room or not.

[How many pets do you have?] None.

[How many TVs do you have?] Two.

[How many computers do you have?] One.

[How many friends do you have?] Enough.

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serpentinegraphite · 2 years ago

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Okay, I'm having trouble matching sources for all of OP's claims.

I'm certainly not calling OP a liar or claiming that American Education Is Good, Actually, because I'm pretty familiar with the commonly cited statistic that American adults can't read above a 5th grade level (here's a snopes article sourcing some Gallup data and the linked PIAAC data that's a little more readable especially if you're on mobile), but it's worth emphasizing here that:

The PIAAC skills results (i.e., proficiency levels) do not specifically correspond to measures such as grade levels at school. The PIAAC proficiency levels have a use-oriented conception of competency and focus on describing what types of tasks adults at each level can typically do and their ability to apply information from the task to accomplish goals they may encounter in everyday life; for example, identifying a job search result that meets certain criteria.

The PIAAC does test comprehension and proficiency for interpreting data (not just vocab, as many of the replies and reblogs first expected), and while the US is decently behind the top two countries measured this way (Japan and Finland), it's ahead of the international average for this metric.

The second source link also suggests some heavy deficits in how US education teaches children to read (and makes what seem to me compelling arguments for improvements, though I don't specialize in early childhood education and am not familiar enough to judge their relevance), but does not contextualize this or compare it to any kind of international average.

I understand the initial distress of OP's claim that Americans can't read above an elementary school level, but journalists and publications are fully aware of this, and many have guidelines and standards for writing that take that into account (e.g. in my journalism classes, I was told to aim for a 6th grade reading level or lower and shown specific guidelines for how to make information accessible and minimize jargon. The US government and CDC aim specifically for 3rd–5th grade reading levels. The NYT aims higher, and your local publications may vary, but news is meant to be accessible, so the range could be closer to a 5th—9th grade reading level on average). Therefore, it's not at all accurate that people below a 6th grade reading level only have access to TV and video.

More accurately to the PIAAC data, 18% or so might have trouble with being able to read simple articles or web pages, but once again the US meets the PIAAC international average here (23% at literacy level 1 or below).

I've done my best to review the PIAAC data, but I'm simply not finding any backing for the claim that 55% of US adults cannot read long texts at all.

This appears to be a pretty clear misinterpretation of the data.

Quick question, genuine question:

Why on earth does "more than half of US adults under 30 cannot read above an elementary school level" not strike horror into the heart of everyone who hears it?

Are the implications of it unclear????

I'm serious, people keep reacting with a sort of vague dismissal when I point this out, and I want to know why!

If adults in the US cannot read, then the only information they have access to is TV and video, the spaces with the most egregious and horrific misinformation!

If they cannot read, they cannot escape that misinformation.

This obscene lack of literacy should strike fear into every heart! US TV is notoriously horrific propaganda!

Is that???? Not??? Obvious???????

I know this sounds sarcastic, I know it does, but I'm completely serious here. I do not understand where the disconnect is.

#this was a fun research rabbit hole. I think it's not always constructive to take US education as a whole monolith either.#Literacy and education rates can vary pretty severely by region so ymmv pretty severely #and the PIAAC data does go as specific as US county averages #it's also relevant to note that the PIAAC data for the US does go back years—but they changed methods a few times #so most of what's on their website is the 2012/2014 and 2017 surveys and is not reflective of the entire history of their data #because the older data might not compare as smoothly given the change in methodology. so I only looked at the recent data.#also the PIAAC website isn't really geared for readability esp on mobile. it's a lot of research jargon so like.#might not be the most accessible reference for trying to share info on tumblr?#also PIAAC being kind of the Big Source for this it's relevant once again that OP clearly wasn't using them as the primary source for #'adults under 30' as their data is divided into 16–24 and 25–34 age brackets.#once again while the PIAAC's info was used to find the elementary school level reading statistic that's not ACTUALLY what they measure #all this to say that the constant barrage of misinfo and poor media literacy is definitely a problem #but it's uh I think a little more complex than 'US early childhood education about reading sucks'#I couldn't find an international statistic or average comparable to the 'below a 6th grade reading level' stat so lmk if anyone has one #6th graders are 11–12 years old on average so that's probably how OP came up with the 'can't read chapter books' line #it's pretty common for US school libraries to sort books by reading level by grade and from my experience #there were definitely chapter books below a 6th grade reading level. e.g. by my school's AR metric PJO was like 4.7 #so like. a fourth grade reading level (for ages 8–9) based on difficulty of plot/syntax tho they're obvs marketed to 6th grade or so #american education #not trying to like start a fight with OP or anything but these are very bold claims and they're getting a lot of notes so.

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wellfell · 1 year ago

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i'm not naming names but i think ... akina and e.ren yea.ger would be the most chaotic couple ever that brings the world's doom . probably not exactly a couple bc idk . but sorry i'm jusT THINKING THOUGHTS.

#when i say chaotic i maan it .#especially if she becomes a survey corps captain and just too determined to save people #you can always count on akina to go for the worst guys so is it really a surprise #i don't think it'd be something too fancy or idk bold #but it'd be there . it'd be cute too .#ooc.#wishlist.

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servin-up-surveys · 2 years ago

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survey #158

　PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged (honestly really struggled with this one and i do think technically i'd qualify as lightly physically disabled with my legs right now but with the progress i'm making i'm really not sure so yeah picking this one ig)

class: upper / middle / working / lower / unsure

education: qualified / unqualified / studying (this is... i don't like how limited these options are, like i graduated high school with a crazy high gpa and i tried hard in college, it just... didn't work, my mental health had to come first)

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no

　FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated

has a child or children / has no children / wants children

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s)

　TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganized / organized / in between

close minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between (there are very few cases where i can be patient, but in general, i absolutely am not)

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between (way more of a follower, but there are certainly instances where i am not following somebody)

empathetic / unemphatic / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between (was tempted to put lazy, but i'm factually not in a number of things and i've also gotten better about it!)

cultured / un-cultured / in between / unknown (difficult ?, there are SO many cultures but a quick google search is telling me there's more to that soooo it's this or "unknown" idk)

loyal / disloyal / unknown (VERY against blind/unconditional loyalty, i'm loyal until you give me a reason to fuck off away from you; i will not follow you like a dog if you become shit)

faithful / unfaithful / unknown (assuming you mean romantically)

　BELIEFS

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic (i'm some complicated mix between this and atheist, but i think the most accurate term would be agnosticism, but i believe in more spiritual energies versus like, the hand of some actual deity)

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know (yeah ik i just said i believe in spirits, but i'm taking "afterlife" as like, some sort of heaven or hell-ish thing; i'm not pretending to know a damn thing about what a post-death existence is like)

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know

belief in aliens: yes / no / don’t know

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

　OPINIONS

pro-suicide / anti-suicide / doesn’t know or on the fence

pro-euthanasia / anti-euthanasia / doesn’t know or on the fence

pro-choice / anti-abortion / doesn’t know or on the fence

pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence (????? this question????? none of them?????? some people want it, some don't, both are fine)

pro-death penalty (in VERY extreme cases) / anti-death penalty / doesn’t know or on the fence

pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / don't know or on the fence (it's more like some drugs should be out of the question, but some i think should be legalized, but regulated)

pro-murder / anti-murder / doesn’t know or on the fence (life or death self-defense, totally okay, but i don't even consider that shit "murder")

pro-cannibalism / anti-cannibalism / doesn’t know or on the fence

left wing / right wing / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence

　SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

　ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none (i'm only allowing to rank myself "good" bc of photography lol)

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none (i'm assuming you mean like, computer stuff...?)

　HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess (i'm taking this as like, abusing them, because i'm on a load of daily prescriptions, but i only take them as advised)

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess (as someone w/o an income this isn't really applicable to me, but living 27 years in a poor family, i am almost certain that even when i do have an income, i will refuse to splurge spend just because of my background)

gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

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gottamakesurveys · 18 days ago

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Have You Ever…?

A-C Edition

Bold ones you’ve done :)

Absailed?

Acted in a play?

Added a stranger who friended you online?

Read the whole terms and agreements of a site or app?

Ate all a giant pizza to yourself?

Been in an ambulance?

Played Among Us?

Answered a withheld number?

Been angry at a complete stranger?

Apologised to an inanimate object?

Applied for a loan?

Been to an aquarium?

Been to an arcade?

Asked a stranger for the time?

Attended a funeral?

Attended a baby shower?

Drove an automatic car?

Avoided going to a family event?

Won an award?

Swung an axe?

Fed a baby animal?

Been backpacking?

Had a very bad headache?

Seen a badger?

Called someone your bae?

Lost your bags or suitcase?

Blew up a balloon?

Watched Bambi?

Seen a band you really like live?

Played a banjo?

Been to a bar?

Played basketball?

Bathed in a river?

Hung baubles on a Christmas tree?

Been to a Bay?

Made jewellery with beads?

Broke your bed?

Been stung by a bee?

Had beige curtains?

Rung a church bell?

Quad a best friend?

Had a best friend that lasted over 10 years?

Placed a bet/gambled?

Met a Beverly?

Read the whole Bible?

Nodded on an item in an auction?

Forgot to pay a bill?

Knocked over a full bin by accident?

Had a bird land on you?

Had a surprise birthday party?

Bit into something you thought was food but it wasn’t?

Had blackcurrant jam?

Blasted music loud I. The middle of the night?

Bled over the carpet?

Blended up your own homemade smoothie?

Blew a job interview?

Blocked someone on social media?

Had a blog?

Dyed your hair blonde?

What a bond movie?

Left a message in a bottle?

Been bowling?

Begged about an achievement?

Made homemade bread?

Laid bricks?

Dyed your hair brunette?

Had a bubble bath?

Stayed in a budget hotel?

Been to a buffet?

Had a big infestation in your house?

Been on a double decker bus?

Been to a butchers?

Been to an up market cafe?

Had a pet that was in a cage?

Called the wrong number?

Been camping?

Been canoeing?

Bought a scented candle?

Accident split something on someone else’s carpet?

Carpooled?

Had a casette player?

Been to a casino?

Had a pet cat?

Hosted an event with catering?

Caught telling a lie

Been in a cave?

Met a famous celebrity?

Tried champagne?

Changed a tire?

Chased a kite?

Had a chemistry set?

Played chess?

Collected chicken or hen eggs?

Been in a house with a chimney?

Had a china cup?

Had a chip sandwich?

Tried chipotle sauce?

Had chocolate milk?

Been in a choir?

Tried chow mein?

Churned butter?

Been to an early release at the cinema?

Tried clam?

Listen to classical music?

Done Clayton’s?

Cleaned a car?

Clicked on spam?

Looked over a cliff and saw for miles?

Climbed onto abus shelter?

Sold clothes online?

Looked up and clouds and made out shapes in them?

Did coding?

Collected coins?

Composed your own piece of music?

Used a corkscrew?

Stage in a cottage?

Covered yourself in sand at the beach?

Beencrqb fishing?

Cracked your phones screen?

Crafted your own homemade card?

Crammed a night of exam revision and stayed awake all night?

Crashed your bike?

Created your own YouTube channel or equivalent?

Had a credit card?

Played cricket?

Wore Crocs?

Wore a crown?

Got crumbs all over your computer?

Cuddles someone’s pet that wasn’t yours?

Cut your finger open?

#have you ever #letters survey #questions #survey #blank survey #bold survey

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blue-eyed-bloodstains · 2 years ago

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Reblog | Bold what applies to you;

You have piercings other than your ear lobes. You have been to a Six Flags theme park. You’ve cheated on a test. The weather is scaring you right now. Someone you love has been arrested before. You’re pro-choice. Your mum has had her menopause. You have a significant other. You’ve done a Zumba Fit dance workout before. One of your parents owns an iPhone. You live with someone other than your parents. Your favorite class at school is science. You have several dogs. You’ve peed the bed. You know a really good drummer. Guitarist. Bassist. Vocalist. You use words like ‘twas and ‘tis. You live in a place where a lot of violence happens. The last person you called on the phone was a relative. You own clothes from American Apparel. You own a Mac computer. You own a BB gun. You’ve held a real working gun. You’ve been to a shooting range. You live near a beach. You’re wearing a blue shirt. You’re wearing jeans. You’re wearing socks. You’re wearing yellow underwear. You’re subscribed to people on Youtube. You play Grand Theft Auto. You prefer showers in the morning. You love freebies. You’ve ridden on a motorbike. Your favorite fast food place is Taco Bell. Your least favorite fast food place is Arby’s. Teachers like you. There is a clock in the room. You are a virgin. You have brown eyes. You have dark brown hair. Your parents aren’t together anymore. You know what a geoduck is. You need to go to the bathroom. You watch Nick. You watch Fox. (certain shows) You or your parents own a holiday house. You own an iPod. You have subscriptions to magazines. You’ve been game fishing. You’ve broken more than one bone at a time. Your TV is bigger than 50cm across. You own a Nintendo Wii. Nintendo 64 (used to) Nintendo DS (used to, have 3DS) Xbox Xbox360 Play Station Portable (PSP) Playstation1 Playstation2 (PS2) (--used to) Playstation3 (PS3) You share a bedroom with someone. You have your own car. You share a car with somebody. You’re a sophomore. You need to shave. A sibling is in the room you’re in. You have had food poisoning. You’re listening to music right now. You know someone who dyed their hair and it went a funny color. You have more important things to do than this. You’ve been whale watching. You’ve visited someone is hospital in the past month. You got swine flu. You own an iPhone. You own an Android phone. You loathe Justin Bieber. You make bets at the Superbowl. You still play kid’s make-believe games. You’ve seen a whale or dolphin in the wild. You’ve walked in on people having sex. You have seen your cousins in the past week. You know someone named Tully. Sam. Tim. Ben. Corey. Chris. Adam. Layla. Amy. Kristy. Jacqui. Ashley. Chloe. Rochelle. You’ve written a sappy love letter to a crush. You want to work in the medical field when you’re older. You live in the suburbs. You can hear birds outside. You have been on vacation with friends. You’ve had to get stitches. You’ve given someone head. You’ve seen an avalanche. There’s someone in the room you just can’t stand. Your last school trip was at least a 5 hour drive. The last ice cream you ate was vanilla flavored. You’re double jointed. (thumbs) You’ve used the words totes . You listen to music in the car. You visit your town library often. You borrow money off your parents. You’ve split your head open. You’re allergic to peanuts. Gluten. Seafood. Artificial colors or flavors. It’s past 12PM where you live. You’ve tried Vegemite. You own all of Fall Out Boy’s albums. You own all of Owl City’s albums. You own all of Linkin Park’s albums. Your grandparents spoil you. You have held a grenade. You’ve been skiing or snowboarding. You can see a body of water from where you are. You enjoy sex scenes in movies. You’ve represented your region, state or country in sport. You got your father chocolate for father’s day. You have bad dandruff. You drove a car today. You say ‘lol’ a lot.(type it a lot) You’ve sent a social networking message to a celebrity. ^And they’ve replied. You’re currently on vacation. You have had chicken pox. You do your own laundry. You like your grandparents. You have a job. You have a cat or a kitten. Freshman year was the best year so far for you. Your mum has had a miscarriage before. You just ate something. You go on vacations with relatives. You live on a road. (backroads) A street. A boulevard. An avenue. A close. Something else. (Drive) You actually listen to the radio sometimes. You’ve witnessed people do drugs. You had chicken for dinner last night. XD You’ve been told you have a really good body. You own a Ministry of Sound CD. You’ve been on a cruise ship. You want to cuddle a certain someone right now. You didn’t sleep well last night. The last museum you went to was maritime. You have books that need to be returned to a library. You used to watch Saturday morning cartoons. You have step siblings. You watch American Idol. So You Think You Can Dance? The Biggest Loser. Big Brother. Wife Swap. The last vaccination you got was for tetanus. Someone has called you sexy and meant it. You’ve tripped on a gutter. You are a perfectionist when it comes to school work. You play first person shooter games. You sleep in a single bed. Double. Queen. King. You listen to rap music.

#survey #bold #bored #about me #random

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nayaesworld · 1 month ago

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Rugged Whiskey

Warnings: Mentions of killing, smut, toxic behavior and situations

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Terry Richmond X OC!Khia

Part 2

|Future Wifey: If you can find out where I’m at in the next hour this pussy is yours again daddy 😉

Terry sprung up from his couch and headed out his door, he had no time to waste and he had a lesson to teach. There was no telling where she was at the moment but Terry had a few places in mind he would look, Hide and go seek for pussy huh? She just knew he would come running, and here he was scrambling his brain like eggs neurons firing off with thought after thought of where to search first.

Her voice stuck inside his head like the call of a siren to a lonely pirate.The black ski mask and leather gloves inside his glove compartment would finally see the light of day again. Terry was flying around the city desperate to leave no stone unturned. The park,the grocery story, the bar, her favorite spa place. All places left him no closer to Khia than he was when he first left home and it was nearing nightfall. An annoyed growl left his lips as he slapped his steering wheel, he was frustrated and starting to feel anxious. His left eye began to twitch and his palms rubbed constantly on his black jeans trying to calm his bouncing leg. He already owed her one for blocking him, and now she was making it worse for herself not being easily accessible to him.

His phone vibrated in his console and he snatched it up to see a new text from her. She was taunting him.

|Future Wifey: Did you give up on me daddy? I don’t see you anywhere.

A picture attached to the text message made him lean up in his seat. A sliver of her face shown in a failed attempt at hiding her background from him. At first nothing about the tiny view of her surroundings looked familiar, until he noticed the orange neon sign in the background. Sensual, a popular lingerie store located in the mall, he now had her location and it was time for the real games to start.

By the time he had reached the parking lot of the mall the sun and moon had exchanged places in the sky, and only a bold white moon lit up the night. Ski mask rolled up on his forehead and leather gloves on he started the trek into the mall. She could be anywhere in there now. His all black attire had him gliding through thick crowds of people, like a scene straight out of Halloween he glided slowly through the mall. His eyes sliding slowly left to right surveying his surroundings carefully. He just needed one flash of her.

He rode the escalator up to the second floor of the mall and found the lingerie store, he had to check inside it first to be sure.

“Hi, welcome to Sensual. Is there anything I can assist you with today?” A chirpy voice greeted him from behind the counter and he glanced at the tall brunette.

“Good evening…I was looking for my wife. She was just here but I seemed to have lost her.” He pulled out his phone and showed the woman the photo Khia had just sent him.

“Oh yess I remember her, she bought a few items but left shortly after… she said she had an Uber to catch.” She drifted off the last few words as she glanced at the leather gloves on his hand, eyebrows scrunched with worry. Noticing her change in demeanor immediately, he knew it was time to cut the convo short.

“Ok thank you, have a good night.” He turned on his heels and headed for the escalators. He had to get back to the front of the mall asap and now he knew she didn't drive her own car there he needed to be quick on his feet. He was itching to touch and squeeze flesh..her flesh.

Reaching the entrance of the mall outside he finally saw her, and that was almost enough to make him nut just from relief alone. She stood waiting with her shopping bag faced away from him, mindlessly tugging on the necklace around her neck . The grey sweats and jacket hung off her in an oversized fashion and he couldn’t wait to tear them from her. Dark natural curls blowing slightly in the wind made her this picturesque beauty and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer to bring her home.

Gloves tight on his hands and ski mask pulled down, he approached the dark shaded area she stood in. It was perfect cover and no one would notice him dressed to the nines in full out burglar gear. Slow quiet paces made him invisible to her, and when he finally stood behind her he slid a hand over her mouth and wrapped his other arm around her waist. Anchoring her to him with nowhere to run. A gasp and a small scream exited her mouth as she thrashed around in his hold trying to get a look at the creep that had his hands on her.

“Stop all that screaming shit, save it for later. Now walk…and don’t try no funny shit. I won your little game fair and square.” When he finally let her go he saw her eyes were slightly damp and reached out to wipe them.

“Aww I scared you baby?… good don’t have me out here looking for your ass. I’m sad too but I’m not crying.”

He watched her scrunch up her face and roll her eyes. “I’m not crying, and I definitely wasn’t scared.” He didn't buy her little act, he knew a genuinely stunned face when he saw one.

“Mm yeah yeah, now walk. You know what I drive.” With a nudge he pushed her into the parking lot, taking her bag from her hands to carry it and toss in his truck.

The drive was silent and Khia had no idea where he was taking her. A slight downpour had covered the truck on their drive and the sounds of the windshield wipers against the glass was the only sound available. Terry was eerily quiet. She expected him to gloat and nag her but he was just silent, an unnerving silence.

“Are you gonna take off that mask?” The ski mask was still pulled over his face and she was getting hot from it.

His head glanced her way then back at the road before he answered her. “Why you scared..?”

“No, and where are we going, your apartment is in the city. We’re on the outskirts of town?” He put a finger to his lips signaling for her to shush and cut on his radio. She sat back in her seat and huffed loudly, maybe she should’ve just stayed her ass home and kept him blocked.

“You good… you got something you wanna share? Sit tight and chill out we almost there.”

“I don’t wanna chill out, I wanna know where we’re going, all this blowing up my phone and stalking me for nothing…I never should have texted you back.” She sat in the passenger seat face frowned up from pure impatience. He was annoying her and she wasn’t holding her tongue.

“Oh you just a mouthy little brat tonight ain’t you…if I tell you to close your mouth again trust me you won’t like what comes next.” A big hand laid on her thigh in warning and she finally sat back and stayed quiet.

Terry made a sharp left turn onto a rural back road. It was dark and the only thing she could see was miles and miles of field. She sat up in her seat trying to gauge where she was but nothing looked familiar and she’d never been this far out of the city, she had no reason to come way out here. He made another left turn and this street sign she caught a glimpse of. Stone Hill road? Was he being serious right now?

The eerie dark road had been the chosen spot for a link of murders. Each body made its way to Stone Hill road and was disposed of, only to be discovered months after they’d been killed and buried. The person was never caught but everyone knew to steer clear of the road. Yet Terry had just pulled to the side of the road, parked and turned off his truck.

“Terry, why are we here?”

He threw her a squinted look before answering. “Why do you think we here?”

“Haha very sarcastic, but did you pick THIS road specifically…don’t you know what happened here?”

“Yeah I know, that’s why it’s perfect. It fits the occasion…lil bit of serial killer dick never hurt nobody.” He mumbled the last part more so to himself but Khia swore she caught the tail end of it.

“What?… Terry what did you say?”

“I said a lil bit of scary dick never hurt nobody…what did you think i said?” His green eyes peered into hers in the dark cabin of his truck.

“I-I don’t know..just forget it. I think I’m just tired.” She gave him a small nervous smile and pushed a curl behind her ear.

He snatched her up by her jacket and pulled her in close, pressing his soft plump lips to her ear. “Don’t question me again, I’m in charge..you know that.”

Her chest rose and fell quickly. She was more and more turned on as the seconds flew by and her clothes began to feel completely uncomfortable on her hot skin.

He needed her in the worst ways right now. And more importantly he needed her out of those clothes and on his dick. He pulled off his ski mask and leather gloves and placed them in the armrest, long fingers reaching over and stroking her thick thigh.

“Dig in your panties and let daddy smell that pussy… mm mm don’t act shy now, do it.” He watched her breathe shakily as she slid the sweatpants past her ass and slid her hand into her pink panties, fingers moving slowly in her panties gathering her juices on her fingers. She lifted her fingers from her panties and put her index and middle finger under his nose.

He gripped her wrist and inhaled her sweet scent, nothing in his life smelled better than it. A smell so intoxicating and raw it made his most primal thoughts and feelings rise to the forefront. He wanted to own her and fill her head with his own thoughts, but she had to be somewhat willing. The tangy taste of her juices made his taste buds tingle and mouth fill up with water. Pussy definitely made the world go round and there was no denying that fact.

“Come sit on daddy’s lap, let me feel you.” He patted his thighs and used the automatic button next to his seat and pushed back along with reclining it a bit for more space. She kicked her shoes and sweats off and crossed the console to sit on his lap letting him pull off her jacket and t-shirt. He came out of his black denim jacket and tossed it on the dashboard along with her clothing, his urge to feel her made him feel like he’d absorb her into his skin. He gazed into her damp brown eyes as he rotated her hips in a circle on his bulge, his pants slowly finding their place down his ankles.

Their breathing picked up and they grinded against one another at a quicker pace. Her bare chest on his clothed one as he pulled her closer into him, his hips lifting up to meet her soaked center every time, loud grunts and growls jumping from his mouth. The dry humping had them drunk on lust. Mouths sliding hungrily against each other's faces in a rush to assert dominance over the other. His low moans had her pussy clenching around nothing in her panties and she was sure she would combust from the feeling beneath her. She slowed her hips and looped her fingers around the hem of her panties and threw them aside. She needed him badly.

“Baby I need you to touch me please…look how wet I am for you. Put your fingers inside me, make me cum.” She leaned back against the steering wheel to give him a view of the mess she was making in his lap, and watched him drag a lone finger down her slit before he slowly pushed into her.

“Tj you make me crazy… I thought about you everyday I had you blocked.” He let his finger speed up slowly adding a second and pushing in until only his knuckles showed.

“That’s because I’m daddy, and I told you that. You gonna block me again mama?”

“No Noo I promise, I’ll never do it again daddy..that’s my dick.”

She threw her head back and bounced slowly on his fingers. Her pussy had his lap wet with her arousal and his wrist was working overtime between giving her good penetration and clitoral stimulation.

“What you gonna do for this dick tho baby, tell daddy what you willing to do for it.” She leaned forward into him nuzzling her lips against his ears, sucking his earlobe into her mouth.

“I’ll catch a charge behind this dick, it’s mine and nobody else’s. I’ll beat you and any bitch that doesn’t get that.” Terry let his Hand come down on her ass cheek hard, and quickly pulled his shirt from his body.

Her tongue slithered across his chest and to his neck.

“Oh yeah, you fighting about this dick?..you gonna fight daddy in the backseat and ain’t no running back there.”

Terry's hand wrapped around Khia’s throat as he drove his hips into hers. He had her folded up in the backseat of his truck feeding her inch after inch of hard dick. She had nowhere to run.

“Daddy it’s in my stomach…mm fuckkk please just cum already I-ahh.”

Terry pressed his hand onto her belly watching his bulge form behind her skin in and out. “That's where I’m supposed to be..right mama. Mhmh fucking this pussy, my pussy!”

“Tj my pussy…my pussy is yours, and that dick is mine.” She reached between them and held onto his dick as he sped up splashing her cream onto his seats. He’d get it detailed sometime soon to cleanse his truck of their sex.

The windows in the truck held a slight fog as the temperature inside it kept rising. Body temperatures collectively turning their fuck session into a homemade sauna. He glanced down at Khia watching her whimper, a glazed film over her eyes as her breathing slowed. He took his hand from around her neck to slap her cheek lightly.

“You better breathe.. I can’t believe this dick got you about to pass out!” She breathed in a large gust of air and reached forward to pull him into her body.

“Because you’re fucking me daddy, you fuck me so well.” The helpless look on her face mixed in with the sentiment had him exploding internally, if she said one more thing like that he wouldn’t last any longer.

“Fuck..fuck say it again. Tell daddy what he’s doing to this sweet pussy.” Praise was one of his kinks and she was playing right into it. His head dropped to her chest to suck on a plump nipple and his hips rolled slowly trying to hold back his release.

“Tj you're such a good boy…you found me and brought me back with you..you did so good. And now I feel it coming, you about to nut daddy..please cum Tj.” Her honeyed tone weakened him and had him sucking breaths in quickly to make himself sane in the moment. But her pussy was constricting him. Her tight hot walls suctioning him in further resembling a racing heartbeat. He had to fight against it and pull out hot slimy coats of white jizz covering her belly and breast.

She dozed off quickly after he sat her back in his passenger seat. Spent body curled against the door using his jacket as a blanket. Terry was fatigued but pushed back towards the city to his apartment, they needed a hot shower and food. He woke her up and grabbed her stuff from his backseat, swiping his keycard to get into his building. She trudged behind him, yawning and stretching as they made it inside his apartment. Clothes stripped off again for the second time that night. The two stepped into the spacious shower together. She slid her hands around his waist locking her fingers as she held her head against his chest. A thudding heartbeat echoing in her ear. Warm shower water pouring onto them in gentle pulses.

“You ok mama..what’s on your mind?”

“You are, I loved tonight, and I love your body. You’re like an Adonis.” He felt the feather-like touches slithering all over his back and meeting together in the front to explore his large biceps and toned abdominal muscles.

“Mm thank you my baby I try, but have you seen you, you stacked lil mama. Really ain’t ever seen anything like it… that’s why I can’t let you out my sight.” They continued exchanging compliments and exchanged kisses as they washed each other's body from head to toe.

Freshly washed and moisturized, they chatted in his kitchen. Khia sat swiveling left to right on his bar chairs, body covered in a red and white polka dot slip watching Terry’s naked back as he cooked up a mini brunch for them. He placed a few crispy edge pancakes on a plate for her along with a fried egg and breakfast sausage. She drowned everything in syrup and sipped on her cold glass of orange juice tucking into the sweet and savory late night brunch. Conversation drifted onto the two of them discussing being hit on in the workplace and Terry let his resolve slip once more.

“So what would you do if you saw me flirting with another man, it’s just a little flirting can’t be that bad right?” He watched a sneaky smirk form on her face and enlightened her with a matching one.

“I’d kill him…simple, just to make sure you get the memo that is. You want his life taken from him, then go ahead and play in my face.” She laughed loudly and waved him off, hand in front of her mouth just cracking up at him.

“Terry you can’t say stuff like that, that’s crazy.” Hadn’t she caught on yet? That’s exactly what he was.

“Of course I can, and I can mean it too.” He stuffed the last piece of egg into his mouth before moving to wash out his plate.

“You would kill for me Tj?” Her voice came out low and sultry and he whipped around to stare at her, dark brown eyes low but expressive.

“Fuck of course you would… you’d do anything I asked you, right daddy?” She continued speaking to him in that tone, breaking him down further and placing her in the driver seat of his body. She leaned onto the island titties jiggling from the low cut of her slip.

“Good boys get all the pussy in the world when they listen…are you a good boy Tj?” Terry was under her spell lock and key. He shook his head quickly, he was a good boy and he would do anything she asked.

“Yes I’m a good boy mamas…haven’t I shown you that though?” He rounded the island to stare down at her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She pulled him down to her face by his ears, gripping and rubbing them. She placed chaste kisses behind his ear lobe.

“Yes you have baby but I want more, can you do something else for me…so I know it’s real? Can you do this one thing to solidify us…make us one?”

“Yes yes anything, name it now.. you got it I swear…I want us to be one. Tell me what I have to do to earn you?” She sucked a hickey onto his neck, a warm hand down his grey sweats stroking the head of his dick softly as he breathed harshly in her ear. Terry was putty in her hand, his brain on autopilot as he turned into a living breathing ventriloquist dummy right before his own eyes. Worshipping wasn’t enough for him, she was goddess-like. She could snap her fingers and like a dog he would do what she said when she said it.

“Can you make someone disappear for me…I want you to be the last person he lays eyes on before you take his life, plus you're a beautiful sight who wouldn’t wanna die to your face daddy.”

Terry fell apart from that alone, spongy tip and her hand covered in webs of cum. She played with it some more on her hand before she stuffed the sticky fingers into her mouth. Making a scene of the milky white slime sticking to her lips. He gripped her chin and sucked her tongue into his mouth, he didn’t give one fuck about her having a mouth full of his nut.

“Count him as dead already, give me his address and workplace..let me prove how badly I want and need you.”

A/N: And that praise kink? IMMA WRITE IT. I hope yall enjoy these cuckoo birds as much as I do🫶🏾 I tried to tag everyone but if I missed you my bad!

@venusincleo @grlsbstshot @yassbishimvintage @avoidthings @pocketsizedpanther @writingsbytee @melodichaeuxx-lacritquexx @simplyzeeka @zillasvilla @blowmymbackout @kimuzostar @playgurlxoxo @kumkaniudaku @megamindsecretlair @theereina @keyaho @brattyfics @hotgrlcece @henneseyhoe @starcrossedxwriter @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @uzumaki-rebellion @blackmoonchilee @invisiblegiurl @blackerthings @19jammmy

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pastelbatfandoms · 2 years ago

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Beliefs Survey

Bold what applies to you;

[Beliefs] What do you believe in?

Astrology

Tarot cards

Numerology

Spirit animals

Ghosts

God (Yes that he's also Jesus and Anunnaki)

The Devil

Heaven

Hell Underworld

Angels (Daemons)

Demons (Daemons)

Psychics

Palm reading

Predicting the future

Reincarnation

Chinese zodiac

Souls Energy

Auras

Crystals

Paganism

Wicca

Laws of attraction

Superstitions

Ouija boards (yes and I don't like them!)

Karma

Spells

Witchcraft

Bringing people back from the dead (You mean necromancy?)

Some form of life after death

Veganism/vegetarianism (LOL that's not a belief....)

#bolding survey

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rafescvntyclubgf · 2 months ago

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𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮𝔂𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓼

𝙽𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖: ℍ𝕠𝕝𝕚𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕖

𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚝!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

warnings: dom!rafe, switch!reader, pet names, swearing, dirty talk, age gap (college senior rafe x young professor), icky rafe at the beginning, kissing, unprotected p in v, praise, rough sex, teasing, oral male receiving, orgasm denial, light bdsm

All of my asks got deleted 💕😭 so I'm not sure who requested this, but thank you! This is a combination of a few similar asks. The premise is that Rafe Cameron is nothing but trouble in class, and when his professor sees that the frat house is auctioning date nights for charity, she can’t help but place her bid.

Masterlist

Reader’s POV:

Your heels click down the aisle of the large lecture hall, surveying the crowd of students; a packed house, row upon row of upperclassman seated about. Turning on your heels, you look toward the back row, empty per usual, soon to be filled at 5 minutes past the hour was a horde of rowdy frat boys.

The door swings open right on cue, a line of them falling in, their president holding up the back. He smiles at you, giving you a lazy grin as he skims his fingers through his hair.

Rafe didn't just come into class late; he barely paid attention, wrote nothing in his notebook, cracked jokes with his brothers, and took a little naps when the night before had gotten too out of hand.

Then there was the way he looked at you on those specific days—the days when he was feeling rather bold and unashamed. He’d shoot his shot, talking to you like some girl he was hitting on at the bar.

“Can’t focus on shit when you look so pretty, professor y/n.”

“I’m tryin’ to raise my grade, professor y/n. Is participation based on how much I pay attention to you?”

“I get nervous when you say my name, professor y/n. The answer just slipped my mind. I'm sorry. M’paying attention… I swear.”

The smug smile never leaves his face as he speaks. And you’d be a liar if you said his little passes didn't make your heart flutter, but each advance was brushed aside or met with a cold, professional response that only made him more determined.

Students started to filter out, but he stayed back, wanting to “challenge a recent grade.” No one believed him, including his brothers. He pushed them toward the door as they snickered and gossiped about Rafe getting you alone.

Rafe walks toward the front, hands stuffed in his jeans, his t-shirt stretched across his chest and arms, his muscular body straining the fabric. He wipes his hand across his smirk when you look up at him, giving him the attention he was craving you would.

"Great lecture, Professor y/n," he smiles as he shuffles closer.

"Thanks, Mr. Cameron. If only you’d listened,” you quip, your eyes scanning over your attendance sheet, making notes for daily participation.

Rafe chuckles at the joke, moving within arm's reach. You look up toward the door, checking to see if you are alone, butterflies filling your stomach when you notice you are.

“Hey, I listen,” he scoffs, playing along with the game you shouldn't have played in the first place. “Sometimes I just get distracted,” Rafe smiles as his eyes fall to the hem of your pencil skirt, working their way back to your eyes far too slowly.

Your heart starts to race under the weight of his gaze. “Getting too distracted is gonna get you in trouble-”

“I hope so,” he smiles, cutting you off, twisting your words in the process.

You roll your eyes as you reach for your coat and book bag. “Mr. Cameron, I’m not just some girl, and I'm your professor-”

“Oh, I know,” he smiles, butting in again as he steps closer. His eyes fall to your tits as your back arches unintentionally while you slip your arm into your jacket.

“I don't know what game you're playing, but I need to get to my next class if you have nothing to ask me.”

"No games, sweetheart.” Your eyes shoot to him. “Sorry. Damn, m’sorry… Professor y/n,” he corrects himself, dragging out your title for emphasis. “No games,” he assures you as you step past him, walking toward the exit. You turn over your shoulder, Rafe’s blue eyes lifting from your ass to your sharpened gaze. “I am good at games, Professor y/n. If you wanna play sometime-”

“Goodbye, Rafe,” you dismiss him with a cold bite. You hear a few laughs from behind the door you're walking toward, making the heat of embarrassment pool in your cheeks.

You push into the hallway, moving quickly to your next class. The university’s bustling with students, the noise occupying what little space you have left, your mind consumed with thoughts of Rafe and what happened.

You turn the corner, weaving past the line in front of the coffee shop, slowing when you see the neon sign tapped against the wall.

HoliDate - Omega Beta Chi Fraternity Charity Auction

Win a Date with the men of ΩBX to support Charleston Children’s Hospital this Holiday Season

You sit in the back row of the theater, watching each of the frat boys strut out onto the stage one by one.

Rafe Cameron. He steps out onto the stage, dressed in a fitted black suit, making you swoon. He runs his fingers through his hair, his classic backward hat gone. He looks devilishly handsome—quickly flashing a cocky smile at the audience, making the catcalling and applause crescendo. You look around, watching phones glow as people rapidly scan their QR codes, prepping to place bids.

“And next, Senior and Omega Beta Chi President Rafe Cameron, everyone. HoliDate bidding starts at $100…”

The crowd blows past the opening bid in seconds. Your heart pounds as the offers climb: $200, $300, $400. You look down at your phone and type your own: $500.

"$600," the auctioneer calls, someone outbidding before you can even react.

$700. You punch in the number and hold your breath, waiting for someone to counter it again. The auctioneer looks down at his iPad, then to the crowd, counting down. "Sold! To our anonymous bidder!”

You stare at your phone, fingers hovering over the keys as you think of what to do next. You leave your name anonymous, providing your cell phone number instead.

Your phone buzzes in your purse as you walk out to your car. You rummage for it quickly, pulling it out of your bag; looking down at the message from Rafe.

Rafe: Hi, sweetheart

You: Hi!

Rafe: So, what do you want to do tonight? I'm all yours.

Rafe: I’m up for anything.

You: Meet me at eight at 5th and Main. Don't be late ♥️

"Professor y/n?" Rafe calls, a hint of disbelief in his voice as his head turns from left to right, scanning the street as he steps closer.

“Mr. Cameron,” you smile up at him.

“Umm… Are you, uh-”

“Waiting for a cab,” you cut him off. The excitement in his face falls fast. “And you.”

“And me?” Rafe asks. His blue eyes widen on yours as he fights back a sweeping smile. “Well, shit…”

“Is that okay?” You ask.

“You kiddin’ me?” He answers fast as his eyes fall lower, catching a hint of red satin peeking out of your peacoat. “This is perfect,” Rafe softens his tone as he steps closer. “So, where are we goin’?”

“Well, we can take the cab to The Rex,” you offer, mentioning the new restaurant downtown, “or you can come over for dinner and drinks at my house if you’d like.”

He smiles—a blush creeping across his cheek, enough so that he has to look away for a moment to collect himself. “We can go to your place, Miss…” He draws out the word, waiting for you to give him your name. You smile sweetly, stepping a little closer, and you swear you can hear his heartbeat in his chest.

“Y/n.” He echoes your name gently like it's the prettiest thing he’s heard. You look to your left, watching the cab slow-roll to a stop. Rafe rests his hand on your lower back, ushering you to the car before helping you inside.

The ride is short—only a few blocks. You make light conversation with him, surprised with how well it's going considering how he is in class—a very different man than when he’s in front of his brothers, charming even. You rest your hand on his thigh as he tells a joke, making his eyes flicker down. He smiles at the contact before looking back up at you.

“You look different,” he whispers.

“Different good or different bad?” You ask with a slight tip of the head and a breathy laugh that has him resting his hand on top of yours.

“Good," he smiles. “So fuckin’ good.”

“Different, though. How so?” You ask curiously, and he wets his lip, looking down at yours.

“You’re smilin’ at me. You don't usually do that…”

The cab rolls to a stop, and Rafe opens the door, helping you out before walking with you to your downtown apartment.

Rafe’s eyes float around the space as you guide him inside. The house’s decorated for the holidays; just a few things here and there. The table is set for two, with a bottle of champagne on ice.

“Holy shit,” he smiles as he rocks back on his heels slightly, coming to the conclusion that you wanted this more, your house set just in case he’d say ‘yes’. Rafe unbuttons his jacket, tugging it off his shoulders, leaving him in a fitted white button-down. He watches you closely, desperate to see what’s under your peacoat after getting a taste before. You untie the belt, taking your jacket off as well.

Rafe stands across from you—air filling his lungs as he tries to hold tight his usual confidence, failing miserably.

His blue eyes fix on you, wide and unblinking, tracing every line of your red dress, studying you, taking it all into memory. Rafe swallows hard, stumbling slightly as he kicks off one dress shoe, then the other.

You turn around, strolling toward the dining room, grabbing the champagne.

You over your shoulder just like you did this afternoon after class; Rafe’s eyes shift higher—the hunger in his eyes unmistakable.

“Champagne?” You ask, your voice smooth and teasing as you catch him in the act.

He opens his mouth to respond, but the words get caught on his tongue. Rafe laughs nervously, raking his hand through his hair, trying to recall your simple question.

“Champagne,” you smile, repeating the word.

“Yeah… Yes. Uhh—please,” he stammers, his voice wavering in a way it hasn’t before. You pour yourself a glass, then Rafe, the two of you, watching as the bubbles sparkle, tumbling over the side. “You look…” Rafe clears his voice, fluttering his lashes as he tries to compose himself.

“Yes?” You ask as you step a little closer, passing him the glass.

“You look stunning, y/n… I mean, you’re always beautiful-” He cut himself off, shaking his head, letting out a breathless laugh. “You’re makin’ me nervous.”

“You have a way of doing that to me, too,” you answer sweetly.

The doorbell rings; the food you ordered arrives just in time. The two of you sit together, discussing life and plans. Liquor flows, loosening the both of you up; Rafe pops a second bottle of bubbly for the two of you.

“Cheers,” he lifts his glass, making you do the same.

“Cheers,” you smile as you click your glass against his, taking a small sip as he moves closer.

“So…”

”So,” you breathe as you look up at him.

“Why me?” He asks as he leans in a little more. Rafe’s warm cologne fills your nose— the heat of his body so close makes your pulse spike.

“Why do you think?” You question, throwing the query back to him. He hesitates and smirks, cheeks flushing again, wanting to say the right thing.

"’Cause you wanted to see me outside of class?" He asks, his voice cracking slightly under the pressure.

“Mhmm… I wanted to see if you were the Rafe Cameron everyone sees in class or if that was just some act you were putting on for everyone.”

His brows pinch together, confusion painted over his pretty face. “M’not that bad,” he mumbles against the rim of his glass as the corners of his lips curl into a slight smile.

“I beg to differ, Mr. Cameron.”

He cocks his eyebrow as you get back to the basics, using his last name instead of his first. “Why else am I here, Professor y/n?” He asks, his voice hoarse and hungry as he moves even closer.

“Well, I think you need to learn a lesson…”

Rafe swallows hard, his face mere inches from you as his rough hand trails up your bare thigh, disappearing slightly under the satin. "What kind of lesson?" He whispers needily as his eyes fall slightly, locking on your lips again.

You take your finger, hook it under his chin, guiding his gaze to yours. “The kind of lesson where you learn respect,” you smile as your hand rests on his upper thigh, moving higher and higher. He takes a little breath, letting out a soft groan. “Boundaries,” you whisper as your fingers trace around his rock-hard cock, strained against the zipper. “And discipline,” you pull your hand away with a smile. Rafe expels the breath he was holding, his eyes softening in desperation.

”Please,” he mumbles as you lean in, kissing the corner of his mouth and cheek, leaning into his ear as he wraps his arms around you, needing you closer.

Your teeth scratch against the shell of his ear as your hands roam his broad chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat and quick breathing under your palm. “What do you want, Mr. Cameron-”

“You,” he answers hastily. “I want you, Professor y/n.”

“Good boy.”

You step off the couch and walk toward your bedroom, smiling as he follows you close. Rafe steps toward you, chest pressed against your back, tucking himself into your neck as his hands grab your hips. You tilt your head to the side, giving him better access to your skin. He releases a shaky breath, not wanting to kiss you without permission, hoping to get what he needs and fast.

You can tell by his hold and how he carries himself that he isn’t used to giving over control. But, Rafe Cameron wants nothing but to get back in your good graces…

You wrap your fingers around the red satin bow around your waist, tugging it loose. Letting it slip through your fingers, as you turn around, looking up at him.

His gaze falls to your hands, seeing the ribbon. “You look nervous, Rafe,” you whisper, your voice a soft purr, pulling his focus back to your eyes as you toss it to the bed.

"No, Professor. I—” his words trail away as he hears the pull of your zipper, the satin material falling to a puddle at your feet, leaving you in nothing but red lace.

“You just what?” You ask as you step closer, fingering the buttons of his shirt, popping them open one by one.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen,” he mumbles.

You smile as you pull his shirt off his broad shoulders, working on his pants next. “Flattery won't get you out of trouble, Mr. Cameron."

He shakes his head, eyes rolling back in his head as he watches you lower yourself to your knees, grabbing his dress slack and pulling them off. “I’m not tryin’ to get out of trouble. I swear—I,” he groans as you wrap your fingers around his hard cock through his boxers, making his abs flex. “I just can’t stop looking at you,” he breathes, lips parting as your mouth wraps around his thick tip, wetting the fabric. He cups the back of your head, his eyes shutting heavily. “I'll be good. I'll be whatever you want,” he pleads, his voice raw and hoarse.

You wrap your fingers around the band of his boxers, looking up at him with a smile. “You’ll be good for me, won’t you?”

“Yes. Shit—Yes, I’ll be so fuckin’ good. Alright? I promise. Just keep going.”

His breath hitches as you pull down his boxers. You let out a breathy sigh as you see his cock; long and thick, curved slightly, tip pulsing and wet with precum.

You wrap your fingers around the base of his length, making him bite his bottom lip. He watches your every movement, mesmerized as you lean in, tongue swirling and flicking across his tip, making goosebumps spread across his tanned, toned skin.

“Bed,” you smile. Rafe moves quickly, his breathing heavy as he shifts onto your bed. “Grab the rails.” Rafe lifts his arms above his head, gripping the metal tightly, giving you complete control. He continues to study you, the deliberate sway of your hips driving him mad. Grabbing the ribbon, you crawl on top of him, resting your warm, wet pussy on top of his dick, grinding nice and slow. You lean forward, wrapping the soft satin around his wrists, tying it into a pretty little bow.

"You're enjoying this a little too much, Professor," he huffs through a wide smile.

“I could say the same about you.” You lean down for a kiss, hovering just above his lips. Rafe chases your mouth as you pull away, denying him that.

"Look, I get it. You're trying to teach me somethin’, and I deserve it-”

”But what?" You ask in a taunting tone.

"But you're killin’ me," he blurts, tugging against the ribbon, making his big biceps flex. “I’m not used to this? I'm used to bein’ in control.”

Your lips quirk into a smirk. “Oh, I noticed,” you smile as you trace your finger down his chest, through his abs, cutting along his v-lines before teasing his cock, watching him twitch.

"You think you've got me all figured out. Don’t you?”

“I do…” You smile as your nails scratch down his muscular thighs.

"I've been good...”

“We just started,” you whisper against his tip before wrapping your lips around him. Rafe throws his head back into the pillow, pulling against the restraints as you let him slide into your mouth, taking him to the back of your throat.

“Yes, fuckkk…” He groans. “That’s it, baby.”

Rafe looks down at you with half-lidded eyes, watching his thick dick slide between your slick, swollen lips. You moan around his girth, watching the way his eyes roll back at the feeling of the vibrations.

You wrap your hand around the base of his cock again, licking a few fat stripes up the bottom of his shaft.

“So fuckin’ good,” he groans, fighting to keep his eyes open as you throat his cock again.

His big hands ball into fists as you start jerking his dick as well, sucking on his tip, making him gasp, his muscles coiling tight.

“Shit. Shit. Shittt,” he grumbles. “I’m gonna cum. Fuck. I’m gonna cum in that pretty mouth. Hey—” He huffs as you pull off his cock with a wet pop, looking down at him with a wicked smile. “What the fuck?” He pants, his face twisted in frustration.

“What?” You ask dumbly.

His cock pulses—incredibly hard, red and swollen; Rafe, just seconds away from cumming down your throat. "You want to teach me a lesson? Fuckin’ fine. But let's stop pretendin’ this is just about that. Aight? You need me,” he grunts. “$700 for a lesson, bullshit. You want me to take care of you. Let me fuckin’ go.”

“Or what?”

"What are you teachin’ me a lesson for anyways? It’s not my fuckin’ fault. Alright? It’s yours… It’s the only way I can get your attention. You’ve been drivin’ me crazy all fuckin’ semester," he huffs, his voice low and rough. "Every time I piss you off, I get your attention; every time I come in late, your eyes are on me. And when I don’t pay attention, you call me out by name—I can't stop thinkin’ about you. Ain’t that what you want, Professor y/n. Fuckin’ sue me for wanting your attention.”

“There are other ways to get my attention, Rafe,” you whisper through a soft smile.

“Well, it got me here, didn’t it,” he counters. “I think it's my time to take charge." Rafe looks up, seeing the end of the red bow, quickly catching it between his teeth, tugging at it fast, making your heart race as he yanks himself the rest of the way out. He rolls you to your back, lips crashing against yours for the first time in a deep, passionate kiss.

Rafe crushes you under his big body, taking complete control. Your hands reach around him, gripping his big shoulders. He deepens the kiss, fingers digging into your skin.

He pulls back slightly, licking his lips in anticipation, rubbing his cockfat head around your aching hole before pushing inside. You moan in pleasure— the both of you watching as your wet pussy pulls him in.

You throw your head back on the pillow, body reeling, pleasure coursing through your veins at how deliciously he fills you up. You grab his big biceps as he picks up the pace, nails driving into his skin.

“So fuckin’ tight…” He groans. “God, you’re wet.”

Rafe cups the back of your head, steering you to look at the space between the two of you, watching his thick cock pound into you fast—your arousal slicked and glistened between rough thrusts.

Your lips brush against his as you claw at his back, pulling him closer, making him fuck you even deeper than before as your body tightens around him.

“You gonna cum, baby?” He asks, raspy and thick.

“Yes. Fuck,” you whimper.

“You’re lucky I don’t fuckin stop, Professor y/n. Good news for you, I wanna fill up this pretty pussy.”

“Don’t stop. Please,” you cry.

He picks up the rhythm, thrusting into you faster and harder.

"Then you better come for me. Yeah? Show me what a good girl you can be,” he growls in your ear, taking back the power he lost. “Think we both know who’s really in charge here.”

His name leaves your lips in a broken sob as you cum around his cock; toes curling, back arching, tits pressing into his muscular chest. Rafe’s hips stutter, filling you to the brim as he continues to pound into your warm, wet cunt.

He nuzzles into you, kissing along your neck as you come down from your high together.

Rafe draws a deep breath as he pulls back, claiming your lips in a tender kiss. "Did you learn anything?" You giggle between breathless kisses, making him smile against your lip.

"No… Didn’t learn shit," he mutters. “Good thing we’re just gettin’ started.

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