#i want mens fashion to go back to heels!!! and skirts!!! and crop tops!!!!!!! FUCK segregating the clothing we wear

[uncanny-tranny]

It is like two minutes till transsexual Thursday is OVER, but I've been wearing skirts/dresses to cope with the RAGING heat, and it's very nice to look at my broad hairy body and be like "hehe I look like a fella' even in 'girl' clothes"

(Also 💥👊 obviously being large and hairy isn't an exclusively masc thing, but uhh, society or something idk I'm not smart 💀) (also I didn't meet the time limit 12:04 moment 😔)

We truly need to bring back shit like crop tops for men. We have to reclaim the fashion we once wore!!! The spring and summers are too hot in my area to be worried about if something looks "manly" smh

[writerpeach]

The Intern

Gahyeon x Male Reader

Words - 7593

Categories - smut, spanking, brat! Gahyeon

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It was that time again for your monthly intern evaluations, something you and Kim Bora were in charge of, but also never looked forward to. It seemed that whenever your company didn’t want to deal with something, they threw the task at the two of you to complete instead. 

There were five interns employed underneath you, and while most of them showed constant progress and exemplary work ethic, there was one who was quite the opposite - Lee Gahyeon. 

Gahyeon was nothing but a constant stream of frustrations. She always came in late, refused to finish her work on time and properly, talked back to your team and clients, and had a general sense of apathy when it came to working. If it wasn’t such a hassle to replace her during such a busy time, you would have gotten rid of her already. Evaluations for the other interns went swimmingly as expected, and when it was Gahyeon’s turn a sense of dread filled the office. 

“Miss Yoohyeon, please send in Miss Gahyeon, please.” 

“Right away, sir.”

You sat behind a dark mahogany desk in a small office that generally used for interviews and various appointments, Bora sat to your right, both reluctant as ever for you last evaluation to start. 

“This is going to be fun,“ Bora said sarcastically, playing around with a pen nervously. 

Your final intern Gahyeon arrived in black & white, a cream-colored jacket that barely covered up a short crop top that showed her bare midriff, a tight black mini skirt and black heels. 

“Here we go,” you muttered under your breath. 

“Please sit down. Before we start, I’ll have you know that outfit is not appropriate,” Bora reprimanded, trying to mask her already annoyed tone. 

“But I like it? I look damn good in it,” she said nonchalantly, oblivious to any notion that she had broken any rules.  

“This is a business, not a fashion show. It is unprofessional to be showing that much skin. This is a professional workplace Gahyeon, and we expect you to dress like it. This is your last warning, next time we’ll send you home to change.” 

Gahyeon pouted and immediately changed the subject. “Is this when I ask for a raise?” she asked, the abruptness was comical. 

“A raise?” you asked incredulously, trying to stifle a laugh. 

“Yes! I’d like to have more money,” she responded, without even thinking.  

“A raise? You barely work as it is, Gahyeon,” you scoffed, with obvious frustration in your voice. 

“I don’t understand?” Gahyeon’s response was earnest. 

Bora couldn’t believe what she had just heard. 

“Gahyeon, even on a good day you manage to get as little as possible done. You clock in after the rest of the interns get here, you take longer lunch breaks, and on multiple occasions we’ve seen you hang up on clients. If anything we should pay you less,” she said, her tone becoming louder. 

“It’s not my fault our clients are assholes. They deserve to be hung up on,” Gahyeon said, crossing her arms. 

You and Bora looked at each other in dismay. “Even if that were to case it is unacceptable to treat them like that,” you firmly said. 

Bora looked sternly at the unmindful intern. ”Miss Gahyeon, all of your colleagues seem to have no problem with this job, but for the past three months ever since you were hired, you’ve been nothing but trouble.” 

Gahyeon had a shocked look on her face.”Trouble? B-but I do a lot for this company. I help create revenue.” 

Bora couldn’t help but let out a loud chuckle. “You create problems. And quite frankly you’re lucky you lasted this long.” 

“Gahyeon, I hate to do this, but I believe it’s in our best interest if we let you go,” you said without any hesitation. 

“Let me go?” Gahyeon said, tilting her head with a puzzled look.

“It means you’re fired,” Bora said. 

“No, no you can’t fire me. I belong here,” she said, suddenly panicking. 

“And what makes you think that? You do nothing but create more work for the two of us, and we’re swamped as it is already,” you said. 

“Because I’m a part of this company just as much as anyone else. It took me forever to get this job and I can’t have it taken away from me for some bullshit reason.” 

“Bullshit reason? Gahyeon, the only reason you have this job is the connections with your father and the donations he gave to our company. If it weren’t for him you wouldn’t have made it through the first round of interviews.” 

You and Bora got up from behind the desk, gathering your belongings and preparing to leave, Gahyeon stayed put. 

“I’m sorry, Miss Gahyeon, but we’ve made our decision. You’ll have time to say your goodbyes and clean out your desk. After that you’ll be escorted out of the building,” Bora said, without a trace of regret in her words. 

“No, w-wait. This is a huge mistake. I need this job.” 

“Why are you interested in working all of a sudden? Just ask your dad for another one,” you said. 

“He doesn’t talk to me anymore. We had a falling out.” 

“Well I don’t blame him, to be honest. But that’s not our concern,” Bora said. 

“I’d stop talking to someone if they were such a spoiled brat. We wish you the best in your next endeavors, Miss Gahyeon. Don’t bother asking for a referral,” you said, your words were harsh but true. 

“A brat…?” Gahyeon asked, cocking her head to one side.

“Yes, I won’t sugar coat it. You’re nothing but a brat who doesn’t do what she’s supposed to. Now if you’ll excuse us-” 

“You’re right. I am a brat.” Gahyeon stood up and blocked the door. 

You exchanged confused glances with Bora. 

“A spoiled...rotten... brat. One that needs to be punished.” 

“That’s not part of our job description. Now we really have to get going, we’re behind already,” you said, impatiently waiting for her to move out of the way. 

“No, you can’t leave. Not yet. Like you said...I’m a huge brat and I deserve my punishment.”

“Gahyeon, this is not appropriate,” Bora huffed. 

“Well, it’s a good thing that you just fired me right? Now give me what I deserve.” 

“Should I call security?” Bora asked.

You paused. “No. I want to see where this goes.” 

Gahyeon’s sparkling eyes had formed a union of innocence and desire. 

Bora scoffed. “So that’s what you’re into huh? Are you going to fuck another co-worker?” 

“Another?” Gahyeon interrupted. “Did you fuck Bora? Was that pussy tight?” 

“The tightest.” 

“Hey!” Bora yelled, and playfully slapped your shoulder. 

“I’ll do whatever you want as long as you punish me. I’ll come to work on time, I’ll do extra work, hell, I’ll even show up early.” Gahyeon’s eyes were pleading. 

“Well, as interesting as this all is... I’m going to head out,” Bora said.

“Wait,” you said, grabbing Bora’s slender wrist. “Why don’t you... stay? You might be of some use."

Bora laughed out loud. “Stay? Why?” 

“Because she’s our intern. Don’t you want to have a little fun with her? She’s willing to listen to us for once.” 

“When you put it that way…” 

“It’s settled then,“ you said, as you locked the door tight the three of you collectively smiled. 

“Now Miss Gahyeon...if you want to be punished so bad, how should we punish you?” Bora, asked, placing one hand on the door right beside her.

“I don’t care. Just punish me please.” 

“That’s not a very good answer,” you stated. “What do you think Bora?” 

“If you ask me...I think we should pull that poor excuse of a skirt up, bend her pretty little ass over that desk and spank her until she’s redder than a cherry.” 

Gahyeon didn’t give any sign of protest. 

“Sounds wonderful.”

“And if that’s not enough, you can fuck the brat out of her.” 

Bora’s lips curled as she approached Gahyeon, who became nervous in her presence. She ran a thumb over the younger girl’s lips seductively. “You’ll be a good girl for us now right?” 

The only thing Gahyeon could do was nod.

Bora took charge and led her to the desk, grabbing her by those full wide hips and spun her around until she faced away from her. She harshly pushed her down until Gahyeon was bent over obediently, arching her back and placing her palms flat on the wooden surface while she waited for what was next.

Not wasting any time, Bora yanked Gahyeon’s poor excuse of a skirt by the hem and drew it up until it was around her slender waist as agreed upon. letting both of you see her delicious round ass and the lacy black thong underneath that was doing its best to cover her backside up. 

“She has such a nice ass, doesn’t she?” Bora asked, as she kneaded both of her soft supple cheeks with both hands, squeezing the flesh carelessly and absolutely having her way with the intern’s body.

“She does. It’s almost as nice as yours,” you said, as Bora blushed. 

The very notion of your coworker Bora playing with the ass of another woman was a turn on to say the least. You learned during a drunken confession that Bora was interested in both men and women, something that you hoped came in handy someday, and that day was today thankfully. 

Bora grabbed the waistband of Gahyeon’s skimpy thong and harshly yanked it down to her ankles, exposing her plump pale ass and her heavenly bare thighs.

“She’s all yours,” she said, taking a step back. You smiled and rolled up your sleeves, leaving Gahyeon in anticipation as you stared at her divine bare ass.

“Now...Miss Gahyeon. If we’re going to punish you...and we are...you’re going to tell us what exactly we’re punishing you for,” you said, running your hand over one of her soft ass cheeks in preparation. “Be as specific as possible.” 

You sensed Gahyeon tensing up as you squeezed her ass firmly, the soft skin warm to the touch against your palm.

“I…” Gahyeon hesitated. 

“I-I’m a bad intern.” 

“Correct,” you said, giving her ass a light underhanded spank to warm her up. She barely moved. 

“I-I don’t show up on time.” 

You flattened your palm and lifted it just above her right cheek, bringing it back down hard across the warm soft skin, causing it to jiggle. Gahyeon gasped and her whole body flinched. 

“Keep going, don’t leave anything out.”

“I give my work to the other interns, and I flirt with them to convince them to do it.” 

Two more loud swats came across her ass in two different places, with the second one much harder. Gahyeon bit her lip to prevent any noises from escaping. 

“What else?” Bora asked. “We’re just getting started.” 

“I take longer lunch breaks than the rest of the interns. I took a two-hour break once and turned my phone off so nobody could bother me.” 

“So that’s what happened,” you said, switching to her other cheek and giving two loud slaps, pausing for several seconds and slapping her ass one more time, each smack earned a loud gasp.

“Ahh!” she yelped, and her body tensed up as she waited for more. 

You looked at the redness that had formed on each of her pale cheeks, and couldn’t help yourself as you smacked each side of her ass again twice for good measure. You looked up at Bora who was eager to have a shot. 

“Your turn.” 

She smiled and gladly took over. “Go on, Gahyeon.” 

“I-I...I’m rude to clients over the phone, and if they piss me off I hang up on them.” 

Bora swatted her ass once and cupped it, but then stopped, leaving Gahyeon bare-assed with her underwear still down to her ankles in the middle of the room. ”This won’t do, I’ll be right back. Don’t you dare move.” 

It took a few minutes for Bora to return, but when she came back she had something in her hand, something useful - a small red table tennis paddle. “This is just what I was looking for, found it in the recreation room.” 

“You’re full of surprises.” 

Bora slid the small paddle across the surface of Gahyeon’s ass and gave a quick spank to each of her cheeks, letting her adjust to the new feeling of the rubber against her skin. 

“Now, I know that’s not all. Please continue.” 

“Uh, I-I, can’t think of anything else,” Gahyeon smugly said. 

“Don’t lie to us, Gahyeon,” Bora said, smacking her ass hard enough to leave an imprint of the paddle on her bare ass, the crack of the paddle echoing throughout the room. She jerked again. 

“Maybe she’s lying on purpose, it appears our naughty little intern wants more punishment.” 

“Is that true?” Bora asked, bringing two fingers in between Gahyeon’s thighs and running them up and down her silky pink slit, feeling them coated by a surprising amount of warm slick liquid. “She’s drenched. Are you getting off on this Gahyeon?” 

Gahyeon kept her mouth shut, and Bora gave a warranted smack, not across her ass but on the side of her sensitive thigh. Gahyeon squealed. 

“What. Else.” 

“I-I’m sorry! I-I’m on my phone all the time, and...I take a lot of breaks without asking.” 

Bora upped the ante, smacking her ass twice for every confession. Her ass was bright red and sore, and Gahyeon had turned into a whining mess with each swat. Gahyeon jerked every single time, but Bora at least tried to rub some of the sting out by massaging her cheeks. “Do I need to stop?” 

“N-no, keep going please. I can take it,” she replied, with tears forming in her eyes. 

“Good.” 

There was something about the way Bora had control of Gahyeon that was just so, intoxicating. She had molded her into putty, Gahyeon would have done anything for Bora had she just asked. 

“There’s...there’s just one more thing,” Gahyeon said with a sniffle. 

“And what’s that?” 

“I-I...I don’t wear work-appropriate clothing. I like to wear skimpy outfits and show off skin. I like looking hot.” 

“That’s putting it mildly, I think,” Bora said, smacking Gahyeon’s ass two times. “If anything, I think you dress like a slut.” Bora tossed the paddle on the desk and it landed with a thud. 

“You forget, Miss Gahyeon, that this is not a reward...but a punishment,” Bora said, emphasizing the last word. She finished by smacking Gahyeon’s ass several times in a quick fury, slapping each sore cheek and alternating to make sure each was given equal attention. Gahyeon screamed. 

Bora looked down proudly at Gahyeon’s delectable ass being painted a bright shade of red as promised, and she grabbed a small bottle of lotion out of her purse and rubbed some into the red tender skin, trying to soothe it as best as possible. Bora got off on punishing others, but she wasn’t evil. 

“Are you okay, Miss Gahyeon?” 

“Y-yes...I...I loved it,” she said, giving a sly smile. 

“Not too rough?” 

“No, not at all. C-can I go, now?” Gahyeon asked as she turned around. Bora wiped the tears from her eyes with her thumb and gave her face a gentle pat. “You did very well, Miss Gahyeon, but what makes you think we’re done with you?” 

Gahyeon’s expression showed a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

“We’re not,” Bora said, as she began to unbutton your shirt and strip it off you. “So get on those knees and show us how well you can please a cock.”

 The sudden escalation didn’t bother Gahyeon who nodded and obeyed, stepping out of her underwear and dropping to her knees in front of you just at the head of the desk. Bora grabbed one of the two office chairs behind the desk and rolled it to the side, taking a seat to get a closeup view of the action. 

“Give me a good show, Gahyeon.” 

Gahyeon’s hands fumbled with your pants nervously until she unbuttoned them and pulled them off. Her hands were drawn to the bulge already formed through your boxers as she felt up your cock, feeling herself becoming wetter as she felt the shape of your shaft through the thin material. She removed your boxers in one swift movement and gasped as your rock hard cock was freed, throbbing mere inches from her pretty face. 

Gahyeon got straight to work as she wrapped her long slender fingers around your shaft, stroking your cock slowly feeling every inch in her delicate hands. She licked up and down your length, just enough to lubricate your shaft. She looked up at both you and Bora as if to make sure you were both watching and parted her full pink lips with the tip of your shaft as she took you into the warm comfort of her mouth. 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, as you felt her soft pursed lips wrapping around your cock. Gahyeon hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head up and down, using her lips to apply a gentle but intense suction as she sucked you off, keeping those slender fingers wrapped tightly around your shaft as they moved in tandem with her heavenly mouth. 

still using her hand to twist around your cock in a gentle corkscrew motion. 

“At least there’s one thing she’s good at,” Bora said, with a wide smirk on her lips. 

You felt more of Gahyeon’s hot breath on your cock as her lips pushed further and took more of you into her wet mouth, causing several satisfied moans to escape from your lips as she found a rhythm to pleasure your cock, intently listening to the sounds you were making to know what to do next.

“Do you like sucking his dick?” Bora lewdly asked. Gahyeon nodded with your cock still in her warm mouth, slurping on your shaft as the only response she could make with her preoccupied lips. 

“Work those balls. He loves that.” Gahyeon complied, reaching a hand down and giving your balls a firm but gentle squeeze, keeping a constant pressure as she massaged and caressed them all while her lips kept a tight seal around your shaft. 

“Fuck, that feels good. Why can’t you be this good at your job?” you asked, running a hand through her pretty hair before holding on to the back of her head to help guide her, making her take you just a little deeper as her pace sped up. 

The warmth of Gahyeon’s mouth felt so goddamn incredible as she kept her pouty lips attached to your cock, using both her mouth and hand to give pleasure and her attention never left you as she left a path of warm saliva coating your cock. Her talented mouth retreated and advanced again, messily slurping away at your shaft with an insatiable hunger. Every second you felt those sinful lips performing magic between your thighs caused sharp indescribable pleasure that you couldn’t get enough of. 

“Does that feel good?” Bora asked, with you only able to respond in moans as you were otherwise frozen with pleasure. “Do you like taking advantage of our little slutty intern like this? I Can’t believe we were about to fire her when she gives such a good blowjob. Who knows what else she’ll do?” 

“A-anything,” Gahyeon said, as she withdrew her mouth from your slickened shaft for the first time, furiously stroking your cock and licking your length again. 

“Anything? Good, because I don’t think you’re going deep enough.” Bora waited until Gahyeon returned her pillowy soft lips to your shaft, exiting her chair unsatisfied and grabbed the back of her head and shoved her all the way down against your cock until her lips met your base. You groaned at such a lewd forceful act, and Bora held her down for several seconds until letting go, using Gahyeon to fuck her mouth with your hard shaft to increase your pleasure.

“Show us how a good little intern chokes on this dick,” Bora demanded, as she continued her vigorous use of Gahyeon, using her to pleasure you mercilessly. Gahyeon didn’t seem to mind, she kept constant eye contact as Bora kept her mouth filled, her gag reflex reacted every few seconds while her throat tightened each time you hit the back of it, your shaft being smothered and drenched with even more of her messy saliva. 

Bora was relentless, keeping Gahyeon moving as deep as she could go, listening to the messy slurps and gags that came out of her mouth until she had her fill and released her. Gahyeon coughed and spit dripped out of her pretty lips. 

“Messy girl,” Bora said, satisfied. 

Gahyeon turned her attention to you. “Did you like that?” she smiled as she wiped some of the spit from her chin and used it to stroke your hard shaft. 

“Fuck yes. It seems you’re some use to us after all.” 

Gahyeon stayed in position kneeling with her hands folded in her lap, waiting for her next orders patiently.

Bora looked at you for a response. “Strip,” you said, as Bora smiled. “Don’t leave a single thing on.” 

Gahyeon gave a shy smile as she rose to her feet and slipped her jacket off her shoulders, tossing it away. She grabbed the hem of her remaining shirt left on her body and pulled it up over her head, leaving her upper torso in just a simple strapless bra that matched the color of her panties and showed an ample amount of cleavage. 

As you two enjoyed the show, Bora whispered to you. “She is really hot.” 

“She is.” You bit your lip, trying to calm yourself as you were dying to see the rest of Gahyeon’s tight body. It took all the willpower in the world to not bend her over and rip the rest of your clothes off yourself. Patience was a struggle right now. 

Gahyeon confidently undid the clasp of her bra, no longer struggling the same way she did as she unfastened your pants. She slipped out of it and disposed of it elegantly, exposing her beautiful bare breasts for both of your eyes to feast on. Gahyeon’s chest wasn’t as large as Bora’s, but she was still quite endowed, something that came as a surprise to both of you. 

“Didn’t know our little slut was so busty,” Bora said, as Gahyeon undid the zipper on the final remaining garment, and her tight miniskirt fell to the floor gracefully. Her bare mound looked absolutely delicious - cleanly shaven, pink, and dripping with juices. 

“Yummy,” Bora said, as she approached Gahyeon’s tight naked body, taking a lap around her to check out every single curve. She squeezed each of her round breasts firmly before diving in, licking and biting her sensitive nipples as she whined. Bora dropped to her knees and licked a long stripe up and down Gahyeon’s wet pink slit, causing her to gasp as Bora quickly removed her mouth. 

“That’s all you get.” 

Bora returned to your position and you felt her warm lips on yours, giving you an ample taste of Gahyeon. “I wanna watch you fuck her.”   

You smiled a mile wide as you took Gahyeon by the hand to the opposite side of the desk and cleared a path, shoving useless paperwork and other nonsense aside. You lifted Gahyeon and laid her down with her back flat on top of your desk, looking straight into her eyes with lust. 

“It seems like you’ve done this before,” Gahyeon said, giving a mischievous grin on her full lips.

“Never, this desk is only for business use,” you grinned. 

Bora sat back down, crossing her legs and waited for a second performance to start, ensuring she was at the perfect angle to watch.

“Are you just going to stare or are you going to fuck me?” Gahyeon asked with a cheeky smile. 

You kept your expression blank and ignored her as you looked at her spread naked body and gave yourself a chance to admire every inch of it - her beautiful face, her perfect ample breasts, her tight toned midriff, and possibly your favorite part of Gahyeon, her full thick thighs that you placed a hand on to spread wide as possible. 

You couldn’t wait much longer as you took your cock and pushed it in between Gahyeon’s slippery pussy lips, feeling her preemptively squeezing against you in anticipation. You looked into her round, smoky eyes, seeing the hunger and need in them already. You took a deep breath, and upon exhaling you pushed your shaft in all the way deep inside Gahyeon to enter her in a firm smooth motion, as her walls instinctively clenched around your cock and she let out a loud desperate moan.

“Fuck, you’re big!” Gahyeon cried out, and you didn’t give her any chance to adjust as you began to thrust inside her, moving in and out of her tight wet pussy in long, deep satisfying strokes as you hooked your arms underneath her warm soft thighs and hugged them tightly. 

Bora watched the action intently as you moved your hips rhythmically, finding a slow and steady tempo to fuck Gahyeon with. You felt her silky wet lips gripping your cock each time you entered her, and when you withdrew your shaft almost entirely out of her body you took pleasure as every inch of your shaft was coated with the slick of her tight warm walls. 

“How does he feel, Gahyeon? You like that big cock inside you?” 

“So fucking good, oh my god. I’ve never felt so stretched before, I don’t want him to ever stop fucking me.” 

“Oh, I don’t think he has any plans to. You’re such a pretty intern, I’m going to enjoy watching him ruin you.” 

You traded smiles with Bora as you drilled into Gahyeon, trying to force your needy cock as deep into her as it would go, watching the pleasure contorting her gorgeous face as she grabbed on to the edge of the desk above her head with both hands, which had the added benefit of letting you see those supple breasts bouncing with every thrust that rocked her hot body.

“Shit, you’re so fucking deep, so deep in my tight little pussy, oh fuck!” Gahyeon’s mouth stayed agape as you kept her filled to the hilt, stretching her walls out wide and she kept moaning loud enough for anyone within earshot to listen to how much she enjoyed being taken. 

Bora didn't mind watching, but she needed a little extra and wanted to be a part of the fun instead of just a passive participant. She didn’t stay idle for long, rolling her chair just behind Gahyeon’s head as she latched onto her full breasts again and groped them, pinching her nipples and playing with them, flicking around each one as Gahyeon screamed and you felt her pussy tightening in response. 

“These tits are incredible,” Bora said, looking at you as she still had two big handfuls of her mounds.”You should feel them.” 

She moved out of the way to free up her chest, and you ran your hands up the smooth creamy skin of Gahyeon’s body, feeling her flat tummy and reaching her bountiful breasts as you cupped them, the softness of them unmatched. 

“See?” Bora said with a smile. 

While you focused all your attention on Gahyeon’s breasts, kneading and squeezing them as much to feel up as much as you could, she abruptly grabbed one of your hands and guided it to her neck. Bora looked on with as much surprise as you did. 

“Choke me,” Gahyeon begged, and her voice cracked. It was abrupt, it was a bit wild, but you felt no reason to deny her request as you gently squeezed the side of her sensitive neck, careful not to hurt her but also relieved that Bora was there as a second set of eyes to make sure everything was under control.

And so you kept the rhythm strong while you pumped your hard shaft deep inside Gahyeon’s tight dripping cunt, squeezing her neck just a little more which caused her pussy clenching around your hard shaft tighter, drowning your shaft with more of her slick as you watched her half-lidded eyes demanded more, even as she took every hard thrust you gave her with ease. 

“Oh god, oh my fucking god, I’m gonna cum!” she whined, ”Please don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop!”

You kept your thrusts deep and your hand on her warm neck as she arrived at climax. Bora watched from the sidelines as Gahyeon’s back arched and her body quivered, letting out the cutest whiny moans as you felt intense wetness surrounding your cock that squeezed tight like a vice grip. Gahyeon felt every last inch of your cock continuing to fuck her through her intense orgasm as her eyes rolled back and her whole body felt as light as a cloud.

“It seems our little slutty intern is also our little kinky intern,” Bora said teasingly. “Who also doesn’t ask for permission to cum.” 

When Gahyeon finally came back from her high, her glazed over eyes became apologetic. “I-I’m sorry! I couldn’t help myself!” 

“We’ll let it slide this time,” Bora said. “Only because I know how easy it is to cum all over his cock.”

You quietly laughed to yourself at the compliment as you slowed down your movements and released her neck. Gahyeon pouted at the lack of pressure.

“How’s that pussy treating you?” Bora asked.

“I love it. She’s fucking tight, and she’s so wet. I could fuck her all day.” 

Bora giggled. ”I’m sure you both would love that but we do have work to finish at some point.” 

 “Fine,” you frowned. “I wanna fuck you from behind, Gahyeon.” Her eyes grew wide in approval. 

“Then please fuck me from behind, sir.” 

That additional sir drove you wild for some reason. The little spoiled brat that wouldn’t do a damned thing you asked now was suddenly submissive and at your very will. It was a nice change. 

As you withdrew your cock from inside Gahyeon you peeled her off the desk and turned her around hastily, bending her over in a position that had become familiar, she settled into it right away.

You turned your attention to her plump bare ass, the skin still a muted pink at the hands of your combined spanking as you kneaded the soft cheeks, their warmth and firmness gave you that extra bit of arousal as you squeezed them to your heart’s content.

“Your ass is amazing, Gahyeon,” you said. She blushed at the compliment. “Thank you.”

“It’s a shame I don’t have any lube in my purse,” Bora said.”That ass looks ripe for a pounding.” 

“We’ll make sure to buy some for next time,” you said, feeling the smirk forming on your mouth that matched Bora.

“N-next time?” Gahyeon nervously asked.

“Yes, don’t think this is a one-time thing,” Bora said. “If you want to continue to be part of this company, we’ll keep you around as our...little plaything. Is that okay with you?”

“Y-yes, of course,” Gahyeon said approvingly. 

While you readied yourself to enter Gahyeon again, Bora got a little more comfortable. With her chair in front of the action, she kicked her heels off and placed her bare feet on the desk, crossing one leg over the other. 

“Give her a good pounding,” Bora ordered. “If she can still walk out of here after this, then you weren’t hard enough.” 

You smiled and lined your cock up with Gahyeon’s dripping tight hole once more, feeling her satisfying slick warmth again as you nudged against her entrance. 

“Please put it back inside me, I need your cock,” Gahyeon pleaded, and you shared her impatience. 

Every second spent not inside her tightness was maddening, something you planned on rectifying as you grabbed onto her wide hips and squeezed tight. You didn’t dawdle and slammed her body back against your own to enter her again, impaling her tight pussy deep with every inch as her hot wet flesh wrapped around your shaft again, not wanting to ever let go of you.

Gahyeon gasped loudly at being so filled again, and with your hands on her warm body you kept her stationary with her pussy stuffed with cock, adjusting to the sensations driving you wild as you gathered your senses. 

“Fuck me,” Gahyeon whined. 

There wasn’t anything in the world that would have stopped you from doing so. You squeezed Gahyeon’s body more and used her hips to pull her off your shaft until just your tip was left inside her. You paused and let a moment go by, and using the same movement you slammed her tight ass back against your body and kept your cock deep inside her warm depths. 

“Fuuuck!” Gahyeon moaned lustfully, only able to spout a single word as she found herself buried to the hilt with your shaft. You kept this up for several repetitions, watching her arching her back instinctively every time you filled her tight slick walls. Bora looked on flustered, biting her lip and softly stroking her legs to find an outlet as she found herself enjoying the action a little too much, drunk on jealousy and feeling a wetness forming between her thighs. 

Meanwhile, you held Gahyeon in place, staring at her ass and her dripping tight hole that had become a new home for your cock as you fucked her with slow and deep thrusts, savoring the way her pussy hugged your shaft perfectly as you stretched her out.

With every movement of your hips came new sounds that escaped from Gahyeon’s lips, sounds of pleasure and satisfaction, sounds that motivated you and heightened your arousal, and suddenly sounds that sounded suddenly different, yet familiar. Sounds that were easily recognizable as not from Gahyeon, but Bora. 

You looked up to find the culprit, none other than your coworker Bora with her panties down to her ankles and a hand in between her spread thighs. 

“Enjoying the show, Bora?” you teasingly asked. 

“Y-yes, keep fucking her, keeping fucking our slutty little intern so she can get off, so I can get off.”

You kept fucking Gahyeon slowly, savoring her warmth and how tight she was, encouraged now by not only one woman, but two moaning loudly into the room. Bora caught eyes with you, and she was quickly turning herself into a loud moaning mess. 

“F-fuck her harder, make her take that fucking dick, stretch her tight little pussy like you did mine, fuck, oh my god, fuck!”

You followed Bora’s orders and began to drive your cock into Gahyeon with much harder and deeper thrusts, increasing the volume and intensity of her delicious moans.

Bora was in her own world as she watched one of her interns get absolutely ravaged by you, keeping a hand between her wanton spread legs and her head tilted back, making an absolute mess between her thighs. 

“Fuck her, oh my god, keep fucking her just like that, oh fuck!” 

Gahyeon held on the edge of the desk, feeling her pussy stretched and filled made her impossibly wet, and at the sight of Bora touching herself turned her on even more. 

“Oh, oh god, that feels so good! You fuck me so well!”

You were in heaven. Two women moaning simultaneously drove you crazy, you had such a tight grip on Gahyeon’s hips that you might leave a bruise, but you didn’t care, and she didn’t seem to care either. 

“Fuck that pussy hard!” Bora continued to demand, her fingers were as deep inside her pussy as your cock was in Gahyeon. The trio of moans that filled the room was loud, sultry, and desperate, all three of you were thirsty for more pleasure.

“Do you like that cock, Gahyeon? Do you like being filled and ravaged while one of your bosses watches?” 

“Yes! His cock fills me up so nicely, I love showing you what a good little slut I can be! Ah, fuck he’s deep!” 

You fucked Gahyeon so hard that you felt you were about to pass out from pleasure. Her pink dripping flesh wrapped around you so tightly that it almost hurt, the constant wetness that lubricated your shaft with every thrust ensured the smoothest of penetration, the tightness of her body containing your cock inside her and made impossible for you to leave, not that you ever wanted to. 

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum!” you heard, and that loud shrill voice could only be from Bora’s mouth as she furiously rubbed herself between her thighs. She mirrored Gahyeon’s earlier movements from before as her climax hit hard and screamed in pleasure, drenching her fingers and mostly likely saturating the office chair as she did her best to ride out her orgasm. 

Overcame with bliss, Bora panted hard as her eyes tried to continue watching her intern being mercilessly fucked, smiling at the lewd act taking place in front of her. She rolled her chair over to meet Gahyeon, legs still wobbly to move and she presented her slick covered fingers to Gahyeon take care of.

“Suck them clean,” she demanded, just three simple words and Gahyeon complied without a complaint, grabbing her slim wrist and hungrily wrapping her lips around each wet finger and slurped on each one lewdly and proudly, filling her mouth with the taste of Bora and utterly satisfied at her deliciousness. 

“F-fuck, you’re so tasty, Bora,” Gahyeon said, words becoming an afterthought at the moment. Before Bora could say anything in response she pressed her fingers back into her Gahyeon’s mouth, deep into the back of her warm throat as muted moans tried to find their way out. 

You couldn’t help but enjoy the sinful sounds of Gahyeon gagging on Bora’s fingers, trying to time your rough deep thrusts with each insertion. Gahyeon was losing it, you were pounding into her tight cunt so hard and fast and even moan properly with Bora’s delicious fingers in her mouth, she felt overwhelmed but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Mmph, gonna cum!” Gahyeon tried to say, but anything was utterly impossible to speak out loud with Bora’s fingers stuffed down her throat.

“What was that?” Bora asked after devilishly grinning, harshly fucking her mouth with just two deadly fingers as deep as they would go. Gahyeon tried to speak again to no avail and drool just dripped out of her mouth and covered Bora’s fingers.

“Such a drooly little mess.” 

Bora had her fill and withdrew her slick fingers, wiping them off on Gahyeon’s cheek who desperately spoke out. “I’m going to cum!” 

Bora looked at her with an intense stare. “No, no you’re not Gahyeon. What did we tell you about needing permission?” 

“P-please! I need it!” 

You both ignored her pleas and instead focused on the harsh slapping sounds as your hips crashed against Gahyeon’s ass, filling her deep using all the available energy you had left, keeping her pussy nice and sealed airtight with your cock. 

You could taste Gahyeon’s desperation, her whines and cries for release did nothing, and you only wanted to drive her wild with need. 

“Gahyeon, you already came once, isn’t that enough?” you asked.

“N-no! I need to cum again, I need to cum on your cock again, please!” 

“Don’t you fucking dare. Two orgasms? That’s a little greedy,” Bora said. 

“You’re not going to cum, Gahyeon. But I am.” 

Bora smirked and looked straight into the desperate eyes of Gahyeon. She liked what she saw. 

“Where do you want his cum, Gahyeon? Do you want it inside you? Or on that perfect ass? Maybe those tits?” 

“I-I don’t care, just please, please let me cum!” 

You slowed the pace down in response, moving slower and slower inside until you barely moved. Gahyeon couldn’t take it. 

“N-no, p-please, I’m s-so close!” 

Bora ignored her again. “Or...I bet you’d look really pretty with a nice... thick load all over that gorgeous face of yours. You’d like that wouldn’t you, Gahyeon?” 

“Y-yes, I’d love that. P-please cum on my face!” 

“I think she wants her face painted. Give her what she wants.” 

You sped back up, drilling Gahyeon as hard and fast as you could, feeling the knot in your abdomen pulling tighter more with each pace. Gahyeon moaned impossibly loud, almost a shriek as you felt her pussy almost squeezing the life out of your cock. 

You wanted to cum just as much as you wanted to yourself. “Cum for us Gahyeon,” you whispered into her ear, and brought a hand between her thighs and rubbed harsh circles against her clit.

“T-thank you!” Gahyeon never felt so relieved in all her life. She came right away. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, that cock is making me cum again!”

Her hips bucked violently, and her upper torso crashed against the desk. You felt her pussy pulsating, and there was a wetness between both of your crotches you never felt before. Gahyeon kept screaming in pleasure, only stopping once her tremendous high had settled down, and couldn’t stop shaking until Bora rubbed her shoulders to calm her down.

“Good girl. You did so well for us, now when he pulls out you better get on your knees and take that huge load, got it?” 

Gahyeon nodded eagerly. 

You felt the pressure hitting your peak, wanting to feel Gahyeon as long as possible and pumped her full of cock until you couldn’t take anymore and withdrew immediately. Gahyeon did as instructed and knelt in front of you, head tilted up, eyes lustfully glued to your cock and tongue out, ready to receive your load. 

Bora surprisingly joined her, grabbing hold of your stiff throbbing cock that was about to erupt. 

“Let me help you out.” She smiled, and with a tight grip Bora jerked your cock frantically and aimed it at Gahyeon, using her as your eager and awaiting target. 

“Cum on her face,” Bora ordered. “Cum on our pretty little slut’s face and cover her, you’re so close I can feel it.“ It didn’t take long, especially Bora’s dirty talk helping just as much as her pumping hand was.

You groaned loudly as two thick spurts shot out forcefully, landing side by side onto Gahyeon’s forehead and the second ended up catching in her pretty dark hair. Bora loved the way you moaned when you climaxed, especially the way you throbbed for her as the next stream shot just below the bridge of Gahyeon’s nose and connected to her left cheek. 

With you still moaning and gasping, the final part of your load hit Gahyeon square on the chin, and Bora finished you off onto Gahyeon’s open lips and tongue, milking every drop out of you and Gahyeon made sure not to miss anything as she happily was bathed with your warm thick seed.

Gahyeon couldn’t have smiled any wider as she felt your heavy thick load clinging to her face, without instruction she sucked your cock clean as Bora let go, and you were in absolute delight as you looked at her messy cum stained face as she released your shaft with a loud sensual pop. The thick load planted on her perfect features slowly started to drip down, and she never looked prettier. 

“Such a messy little slut aren’t you?” Bora asked, and Gahyeon nodded proudly. Gahyeon swallowed what had gathered on her tongue, and Bora licked a swipe of the mess on her face from her, stealing a sample even though she was very familiar with the taste already.

“I can’t tell whose cum tastes better,” she smiled.

“So... I’m still an intern? Gahyeon asked, unphased at being covered with sticky dripping cum everywhere. 

“Yes, for now. As long as you listen to us now, there won’t be a problem,” Bora said. 

“D-do I...get a raise?” she asked, and the innocent features of her face now covered in your thick semen was such a striking contrast, you couldn’t help but be charmed by her. 

You looked at Bora for guidance, but her expression made it crystal clear that the decision was up to you. 

“That all depends on you. If you continue to perform well as an intern, including some special after-hours assignments, then we’ll give you up to a nice pay increase.” 

“T-thank you!” Gahyeon giggled with glee. She was used to getting what she wanted, and this was no exception. 

“Now go get cleaned up, we have actual work to do now. And we expect you to listen to us now, understand?” Bora said. 

“Y-yes! I’ll do anything that’s asked of me!” Gahyeon stood to gather her clothes, moving gingerly as she felt the effects of the rough pounding she had just taken. Bora gave one final slap on her backside, causing her to squeal. 

“This ass is our property now, don’t forget it.” 

“Y-yes, ma'am!” 

“Guess our little brat can be tamed after all. She’s going to be a lot of fun,” you said to Bora, who shared your enthusiasm. 

Having Gahyeon around as your obedient intern was going to be a lot more interesting, and monthly evaluations were going to turn into weekly evaluations just for her. Gahyeon was going to be a very valuable asset. 

[evietheninja]

It’s on site, Bitch.

Side story to a fan fic my friends and I are writing. They wanted a fight, they got one lmao. 

New Message!

Pikachu 2.0: Yo, what do you guys think of this?

Evie glances down at her phone, reading the message out loud to the guys accompanying her in the living room. Attached to the message is a poster for an event happening tonight. "2000s night huh?" Kiri asks sitting on the couch. "Sounds MANLY!" He practically yells, excitement in his voice. "When was the last time we all went out anyway?" He asks, looking over at Bakugo and Evie who are sitting on the floor. "It's been some time, that's for sure." Evie says, closing the picture and typing out a reply.

Glowstick: Sounds like fun!

PoisonIvyWHO?: CAN WE GET READY TOGETHER LIKE WE USED TO??

BigTittieGothGF: YESSS

Evie laughs as she looks over to the boys who are staring down at their screens as the messages come through. "What the fuck babe, you kicking us out?" Bakugo asks, a smirk across his face. "No, dumbass. I may be getting ready at someone elses place." She says looking back down at her phone.

PoisonIvyWHO?: Evie's?

BigTittieGothGF: YEah! Evie, you okay with that?

BakuBITCH: Really? We JUST got this fucking place and you're already kicking us out?

DaddyShark: That's not very manly of you guys.

Glowstick: Kiri.. We're not men..

Kiri laughs. "Why the fuck are you texting me that I'M RIGHT HERE." Evie and Bakugo laugh. "You fucking texted us instead of SAYING IT." She says, leaning on Bakugo as she laughed.

PoisonIvyWho: I'll be there in 20.

BigTittieGothGF: Too bad, Bakugo. We're already going. Get whatever ur wearing and GO TO DENKI'S

Pikachu2.0: Yeah... Cal already told me you guys were getting kicked. Sorry lmaoo

Bakugo rolls his eyes. "Well FUCK Kiri, I guess we're getting kicked out of our own place." He says, standing up. "Let's go pick what we're gonna wear and get out of here before the girls get here. I'm not trying to fight with Cal when she gets here, and lord knows Nina will tell me some shit and they're gonna piss me the hell off before the night even starts." Bakugo finishes, holding out a hand to help Evie up. She laughs, making a loud HUMPH as she gets up. "Babe, seriously suck it up stop being such a baby." She says, laughing.

"Shut the hell up, dumbass. I'll fight your ass too." He says, pulling her in for a kiss. "UGH GET A ROOOOOMMMMM" Kiri says, tossing a ketchup packet at them. "Oh my GOD Suki when did we adopt a CHILD?" Evie laughed pulling away from Bakugo. She picks the ketchup packet up and throws it back, casuing Kiri to swat at it. It hits the wall, splattering. "BRO WHAT THE FUCK" Bakugo yells, walking over to Kiri and grabbing him. "BRO SHE FUCKIN THREW AT ME WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?" Kiri yelled back, attempting to put Bakugo in a headlock.

Evie takes her phone and snaps a picture, sending it to the group chat.

Glowstick: Alright, who had two weeks?

PoisonIvyWho?: ME BEECH RUN ME MY MONEEEEYYY

Glowstick: *Paid PoisonIvyWHO? $20*

BigTittieGothGF: *Paid PoisonIvyWHO? $20*

Pikachu2.0: *Paid PoisonIvyWHO? $20*

BigTittieGothGF: Here's Shota's piece.

BigTittieGothGF: *Paid PoisonIvyWHO? $20*

PoisongIvyWHO: HELL YEAH IM GETTIN FUUUCKED TONIGHT!!

Pikachu2.0: You bet your ass you are. ;)

Glowstick: BROOOO

Evie laughed, watching the boys continue to wrestle. "Damn a little less clothing and I'd be questioning if I was just a cover up." She says, walking over to the hall towards her and Bakugo's room. Eventually, she heard the boys stop and she assumed one of them looked at their phone, because next thing she knew the boys were at the doorway, glaring at her.

"What?" Evie said, looking between the boys. "You fucking bet on us?" Bakugo says, his hands sparking lightly. "Hey, calm down. I wasn’t the ONLY one who bet. Even fucking Aizawa was in on it! You can't put that on me alone." She says, keeping her distance. "What were the lengths of time?" Kiri asks, genuinely curious. "Uh, Cal said 2 weeks, Ni said a week, Aizawa said an hour, Denki said 3 days." She says. "And YOU?" Bakugo asks. "Me? I gave you guys the benefit of the doubt and said a month. But nooooo." She says laughing. "ANYWAY. You two need to get the hell out.” She says, pushing the boys out of the room. “Wait, dumbass! I kind of need clothes to wear.” Bakugo says, pushing past her to get into the closet inside their room. Kiri laughs and walks over to his room to get some clothes to change into. 

Bakugo packed a WHOLE ASS BAG of clothes, a few shirts and a couple pairs of jeans because he wanted to make sure he looked really good. Kiri did just about the same, a whole backpack with clothes inside. What the fuck? Are they spending the night? Why the fuck. Evie laughed lightly as they made their way to the door. They may be men, but god DAMN they take forever to get ready. 

“Alright, we’ll be at Denki’s. Text me if you need anything.” Bakugo says, planting  quick peck on Evie’s lips before leaving. “:Yeah yeah, have fun I’ll let you know when we leave.” She says as she opens the door. “Wha- why the fuck are you guys taking backpacks? I thought you guys were going just to change not spend the week there.” Nina’s voice echos through the hall after seeing the boys. “FUUUCK I thought we’d be gone by the time you guys got here.” Bakugo complains, nodding at Cal and Nina as they enter the apartment. “Shut the hell up, boom boom boy.” Cal says walking past him. He tugs at her sprout on her head, causing her to yelp. “Stop it, asshole! i’ll get Frank on your ass.” She warns, rubbing her sprout as he lets go. 

“Who the fuck is Frank:?” He asks, Kirishima laughing next to him. “None of your business,  leave! You take any longer and we’ll be fucking late.” Nina says, closing the door as they walk in. “I thought we’d never get rid of them.” They joke as they smile and hug Evie. Cal jumps onto them, laughing and giggling as they regain themselves. 

The next hour and a half consists of the trio getting dressed, comparing outfits and making sure they looked really good for the night ahead. Cal is wearing a green lace bralette, with gloves to match. Shes got a tight black skirt, with thigh high stockings with guarders with heels. Her hair is down and tame, the black skirt and green top complimenting her every feature. Nina is wearing a black and white cheetah print tube top, with leather shorts, thigh high platform boots with her chains rearranged in a choker fashion, with a loop in the middle for an attachable leash, her mullet slick back. Evie is wearing a green long sleeve crop top that ties around her stomach, with a deep v cut, ripped skinny jeans and thigh high heel boots. Her hair is half up, the other half tamed beautifully to compliment the outfit. She puts on her favorite black choker with a silver heart in the middle. She only wears it when she wants Bakugo to replace it with his hand, which she was sure he would do later. 

The group looks at each others outfits, gushing on how ridiculously good they looked. After a very long photo shoot, the group locks up the apartment and heads out. They meet up at the club, excited to get the night started. They are (not surprisingly) the first  ones to make it. They stand around, waiting to hear from their significant other’s and Kirishima. Denki, Bakugo and Kirishima show up next, Denki walking up dressed from head to toe in black, a silver chain on his belt loops and black and silver jewelry complimenting his outfit. Kirishima has on red cargo shorts, a white t shirt on with a windbreaker jacket that says “Riot” in red letters on the back. Bakugo is in black jeans with an orange tee shirt, with orange converse to match and a black blazer. He, for once, slicked his hair back and hot DAMN he looked good to Evie. Cal and Evie couldn’t help but gawk over their men as Aizawa finally made his way to the group. Aizawa is dressed in a grey v neck t-shirt, skinny jeans, a loose fitting leather jacket with his scarf covering his neck as it always does. His hair is half up in a bun on the back of his head. He probably looks the most comfortable than every one in the group. 

They gather in their group, Denki pulling Cal closer as he looks her up and down. Bakugo smirks as he watches Evie approach him, eyeing her figure. “You... you are SO lucky we didn’t get ready at the same place.” He growls as he throws an arm over her. “We would’ve never made it to this damn club.” He finishes, hearing Denki and Kirishima laugh in agreement. “I wouldn’t have heard the end of it.” Kiri says under his breath. They laugh and enter the club.

After a few drinks, dedicating drinks to their accomplishments ranging from graduating college and getting their own places, to them just being happy they were all finally getting to hang out. Feeling the light buzz, Evie urges Bakugo to go out and dance with her. He complains, although in actuality, she knew he loved to dance with her, able to show the girl he was with. 

Cal and Denki were laughing and talking amongst themselves for a bit before finally heading out to the dance floor. Lets be honest, they were only a few drinks away from starting their dance battles, and everyone for once was ready for it. 

Aizawa and Nina stood close together, Nina dancing to the music while Aizawa watched, almost entranced by her movements. God, the way he looked at her, the way he undressed her with his eyes. Anyone who’d watched them grew jealous of the love they had for each other. Every so often, he would pull them in and says something that would physically cause Nina to shudder. It always entertained Evie. She’d always laugh watching the way just words would make Nina squirm. 

Evie looked up at Bakugo, urging him again. He laughed and nodded over to Kiri, inviting him to dance with them. Many people questioned the relationship they shared, were they all in some kind of relationship? Was it just as simple as Bakugo and Evie were just comfortable with Kiri? Pretty much. Nither Evie nor Bakugo saw Kiri in that way, and Kiri just really loved to dance. 

The trio makes their way to the dance floor as the music bumped through the speakers. Evie let the music take over, feeling Bakugo behind her, molding to her body with ease. Kiri does the same, only in front. Nina had stopped dancing for a sec to watch her friends dance, and smirked at the three. They knew Bakugo wouldn’t hold his composure long, and would claim Evie in about a song or two. 

The song Goodies bumped through the speakers, with it being Evie’s favorite song, she danced harder feeling the boys match her tempo. Every so often, because Bakugo couldn’t make his mind up about how comfortable he was with Evie facing either towards or away from him, he would turn her. She laughed, feeling the drinks work their way into her system, giving her a good feeling. 

The song Me&U begins to bump through the speakers. Evie starts to sing the lyrics, the front of her body facing Kiri. Kiri begins to sing as well, looking Evie in the eyes while doing so. Bakugo takes notice, and whips her around, glaring at Kiri from over Evie. She laughs, noticing Kiri pick up his hands in apology and decides that’s the time for him to go find another dance partner. Evie grabs Bakugo by his cheeks, forcing him to look at her as they grind. For a while, it feels like they’re the only two in the room. 

Sweat drips, their bodies bumping to the sound of the base. Evie smiles up at Bakugo and kisses him. Then, she jumps, feeling a cold, wet feeling run down her back. She whips around, seeing Ururaka looking her up and down smirking. “Oops, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.” She says smugly in a monotone voice over the music. Ururaka then turns her attention to Bakugo, her smile turning sweet. “Hey, Kachan, how are you?” She says, taking a step closer to him almost pushing Evie out of the way. Evie looks to her left, seeing Nina already making their way to her with Cal close behind, a worried Denki behind them and Aizawa looking from the distance. “Don’t fucking call me that, one. And two we’re in the middle of something, so if you could, you know, fuck off that’d be great.” Bakugo says, bumping her shoulder and returning to Evie. 

“Oh, you’d rather be with that? HA, okay.” Ururaka says, scoffing as she looks at the couple. “Listen here you broke ass bit-” Cal starts, ready to lunge at her. Nina stops her for a second, looking Ururaka up and down before speaking. “Is there a problem?” they ask. “Oh, can’t fight your own fights?” Ururaka says, turning her attention back to Evie. “Oh, I can fucking fight alright.” Evie says, rolling up her sleeves and removing her earrings. “Hold these baby please.” She says, handing them to Bakugo who takes them and places them in his pocket, taking a step back to watch Evie do what she did best. “Oh you got the wrong bitch” Nina says, cracking their knuckles. 

Ururaka pushes Evie. She stumbles lightly, and recovers quickly. Ururaka looks at her in confusion. She’s...not floating. Evie looks over to a golden eyed, floating haired Aizawa, who’d activated his quirk, disabling Ururaka’s. Evie smirked, returning her attention to Ururaka who was already on the floor due to Nina using her chains to restrain her, and Cal straight out kicking her on the ground. She laughed, bending down as Cal got in another kick. No one around noticed, nor cared about what was happening to Ururaka. 

“Oh honey, you should’ve known better.” Evie says in the sweetest way possible as she stands and gets her kick in. Nina unrestrains her and they step over her, turning to return to Aizawa when Ururaka gets up, grabs Nina by the shoulder and throws a punch. Before the punch even makes contact, Cal jumps on her, throwing punches as Ururaka turns her attention to her. Somehow, she manages to get a hold of Cal’s sprout on her head, making her even more mad. Evie grabs Ururaka by the hair, pulling her off of Cal and punching her a couple times before Bakugo steps in. He grabs Evie, stopping her from injuring her anymore. “It’s not worth it, babe.” He says, attempting to calm her down. 

“She isnt worth it!” Ururaka screams, getting up because this girl STILL hadn't had enough. Nina uses her chains to grab Ururaka, throwing her to the ground and planting a platformed boot on her chest. They lean in real close, speaking loud enough for her to hear. “Listen here, bitch. YOU, are a piece of shit, and if we EVER see you trying it again, it’s on site.” They say before getting up. Cal walks up, kicking her down as she tries to sit up. “Oh, the 99 cent store called, they want their dress back.” Cal says, spitting on her before leaving as well. Evie calms herself enough for Bakugo to let her go, and they turn back once more before laughing and walking off. 

Before any kind of authorities are called, the group leaves the club, making their way to their favorite after club place, a 24/7 boba tea place just down the street from the club, They order drinks, and all make another toast to a great night. “I’ve really been wanting to do that shit since the situation.” Cal says, beaming. “Same” Nina says, clinking cups and laughing. Bakugo walks over to the table, with drinks in one hand and his phone in the other. The fact they’d forgotten Kiri was fucking hilarious to him. Kiri slams through the door, asking about what’d happened. He was SO upset he’d missed it. 

[artificialqueens]

(treat me nice) never let me go [branjie] 7/15 - pinkgrapefruit

chapter 7. i’m powerful with a little bit of tender

previous chapters  1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6.

A/N - Hi guys, It’s been forever and I am really sorry but I’ve had some rocky times with my mental health recently and I had to take a break from tumblr and from writing. I really hope I can get you another chapter of this in less than three months but I make no promises. In other news we’re almost half way there now! Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this one - it’s an apology <3

ALSO I’VE BEEN DOING ALOT OF READING LATELY AND I’VE REALISED THAT COMMENTING IS SO REWARDING TOO. PLEASE COMMENT. I’VE BEEN ON BOTH SIDES AND IT’S FUCKING LOVELY.

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When Brooke shakes Vanessa awake, she is already dressed. Vanessa rolls over gently, Brooke’s hand on her lower back as she looks up into the blonde’s eyes, getting lost for a second in her sleepy haze.

“Wake up, time to shop,” calls Brooke, cheery after a coffee and a protein shake. Vanessa sighs with a small giggle.

“You never sleep, huh,” she grumbles, squinting upwards at the ornate ceiling.

“You’re always grumpy in the morning,” Brooke counters goodnaturedly, although without giving anything away as to whether or not she does sleep. She stands straight and appears to dust off the navy blazer she is wearing before reaching into an inside pocket and pulling out her AmEx card. She hands it to Vanessa as if it was a piece of cardboard to be disposed of or something equally as meaningless. Vanessa takes it carefully. “Now, if you have any trouble using it, call the hotel,” Brooke reminds her, hand already on her briefcase. Before Vanessa can say anything, the blonde leans over and places a chaste kiss on her forehead, smiling slightly to herself as she goes to leave.

“So, more shopping?” Vanessa clarifies, causing Brooke to stop at the bedroom door. She turns around, puzzled at the tone.

“Yes,” she confirms as if it is obvious, “frankly, I’m surprised you didn’t buy more yesterday.”

“It wasn’t fun.”

“No?” Brooke drops the briefcase at the door and sits by Vanessa’s legs on the bed, any plans to leave forgotten.

“They were real mean to me.”

“Mean to you? Well then.” Brooke takes Vanessa’s hand and pulls her up out of the bed, her face like a man on a mission, except more pressed and less forgiving. “We’ll see about that,” she mumbles under her breath, hoping Vanessa won’t hear. She doesn’t see the smile that graces the girl’s lips.

*

Vanessa is barely dressed when Brooke comes back into the room. She’s got her hair piled in a bun on top of her head and one of Brooke’s shirts is tied at her waist like a crop top, attempting to bring a modicum more class to the hooker skirt on its third day of wear. Despite looking like a self proclaimed ‘mess on legs’, Brooke still watches Vanessa for a second, eyes raking her soft, toned legs and ass lifted by her red stilletos.

The blonde picks up the AmEx card off the table and slots it into the breast pocket of the shirt, mentally appraising Vanessa’s memory before forcing an iced latte into the girls hand and using the other to almost drag her into the main area. They stand facing each other for a second, Vanessa looking up expectantly.

“Don’t fidget.” Brooke starts, tone clipped. “Drink the coffee.”

“Yes, mami.”

“Ness.”

“Sorry.”

*

By the time they get to the store Vanessa is shaking. It’s in part due to the large coffee she drank in an inhumanely fast time, but mostly the sheer nerves of standing outside a place that managed to make her feel so small. Brooke notices, of course she does, and squeezes her hand comfortingly.

“What’s wrong?” She asks, quietly.

“People are looking at me,” she responds, shifting a little on the spot, hands running along the base of her skirt, nails buried in her palms.

“They’re not looking at you, they’re looking at me.” Brooke’s not wrong. She’s dressed in a white lace bodysuit, tailored navy cigarette trousers and a navy blazer, the outfit accentuating the impossible length of her legs and the gym workouts she does six days a week

“I don’t like stores like these, they’re not nice to people.”

“They’re never nice to people. They’re nice to credit cards,” Brooke counters with a tone that tells Vanessa they are done. She gives her a quick once over, smoothing one side of the shirt. “Quit fidgeting, get rid of the gum,” she commands. When Vanessa spits it out into the nearest street grate, the blonde just sighs.

*

Brooke leads them both into the store with a confidence Vanessa just doesn’t have. It’s been cultivated through years in a competitive field, and it oozes out of every barely existing pore on the blondes skin. Vanessa trails behind, timid and unsure, but immediately feeling the residual anger burn back up in her heart.

This store is painted in taupes and warm beiges, neutrals that extend as far as the eye can see. It even smells expensive, like if you step in without at least a million dollars you will be kicked right back out onto the street. Vanessa’s eyes get caught on the bright reds and golds and the deep sea blues covering the many racks and rails of the store.

They’re immediately approached by a tall woman in her mid twenties, red hair and green eyes that appear to reflect all the greenery Salifornia is missing. She has more conviction behind her eyes than she should when faced with Brooke, but it doesn’t turn Vanessa off in the way it should.

“Scarlet Envy, floor manager,” the redhead says, hand stuck out in greeting. Brooke shakes it in a business-like fashion, but her frown stays put.

“Brooke Lynn Hytes.”

“Ah yes, miss,” Scarlett appeases, acknowledging Vanessa for the first time - even with someone like Brooke she is still overlooked - people still don’t treat her like she has a voice.

“You see this woman?” Brooke gestures to the brunette behind her.

“Yes?”

“Do you have anything in this shop as beautiful as she is?” Scarletts smile falters for a second, her face overcome with confusion as she scans the shop floor.

“Oh, yes.” Brooke’s eyes darken. “Oh, no! No, no, no, I’m saying we have many things as beautiful as she would want them to be. That’s the point I was getting at, and I think we can all agree with that. “ Her face now matches her name and it makes Vanessa chuckle in a way that Brooke definitely banned her from doing earlier that day.

“I think,” the blonde tests, “that we’re going to need more people helping us.” Scarlet nods. “I’ll tell you why. We’re going to be spending an obscene amount of money here. So we’re going to need a lot more help sucking up to us. That’s what we really like. You understand that?” She flashes the edge of her black AmEx card and recognition flashes across Scarlet’s eyes. She nods again, this time with more assertion, and turns on her heels to find the appropriate amount of people to cater to the extortionate amount of money due to be spent.

As Vanessa is fussed and tended to, Scarlet approaches Brooke again, the taller woman with a soft smile and a warm demeanour peeking through her cold front. “Excuse me miss? exactly how obscene an amount of money were you talking about?”

Brooke chuckles softly.

“Just profane or really offensive”

“Really offensive Scarlet.”

“I think I like you.”

At that moment, Brookes phone rings and she sighs. The spell is broken, and she hurries past Vanessa, sliding the card into her hand and kissing her on the cheek. She’s halfway through the conversation before she leaves the store.

*

“Brooke Lynn Hytes speaking.”

“Oh, Brooke. Where the hell are you?” Brooke runs a hand through her loose blonde strands, stifling a yawn as her eyes scan the street for her car.

“Busy, Mr Charles.”

“The words all over the street. Cain’s gonna raise the offer.” Ru sounds more excited than Brooke has heard in god knows how long, but she’s unconvinced.

“She’s countering? God, she is a tough old bird. Where’s she gonna get the money from?”

“I don’t know. She, uh– I think he’s throwin’ in with the employees.” Her hand moves to her forehead, no longer caring about her makeup. She is tired and clinging onto the happiness of Vanessa - hoping she can get through the day and just get back to her.  

“She still needs someone to underwrite the paper. Find out who it is, I’m on my way.”

“Yeah, okay. You got it.”

The line goes dead.

*

Back with Scarlet, Vanessa smiles to herself. She feels powerful in a store full of men and women who listen to her every whim. In the men’s section, she spots a red tie the colour of her lipstick. She taps the nearest woman and gestures to it. “Get me that tie, would you?” She asks - it doesn’t sound like a request though.

“Farrah, get miss Mateo the tie.”

*

She finishes up in that shop and orders a taxi to take her home - arms overwhelmed with the sheer number of bags she has. As they are driving down the street however, she spots a shop she has to visit and calls for the driver to pull up. She grabs four or five bags, and hops out, strutting into the store like she owns it.

“Hello.” She calls out as she steps through the door. She drops her bags on the floor dramatically and watches as two women hurry to pick them back up for her, moving them onto a stand ever so carefully. Carson is scurrying around in the back and she calls for him to come down to meet her. “Do you remember me?” She asks.

Vanessa is smirking because she can. She’s dressed like a rich housewife, and she has every intention of acting like one - all prissy and entitled because she can. She can do all of this.

“No, I’m sorry,” replies Carson and he sounds genuine. It’s a wonder what dressing well can do for you, she thinks to herself, dabbing at her forehead with a silk handkerchief.  

“I was here yesterday. You wouldn’t wait on me,” she states.

“Oh.” This time his brow furrows and she watches as her remember exactly who she is.

“You work on commission, right?”

“Uh, yes.” Vanessa wishes Brooke could see her now. She imagines the blonde would look so proud as she slowly pulls off her white gloves to reveal chipped red nailpolish. With her now unclothed hand, she reaches into the breast pocket of her cream pantsuit and pulls out the AmEx card. She tries to embody Brooke as she smrks.

“Big mistake. Big. Huge!” She beckons for her bags and they are placed back in her hands. She gives them one last look and then raises an eyebrow, lip quirking. “I have to go shopping now.”

She leaves and she does not look back.

*

Vanessa stalks through the hotel lobby looking proud, chest out, head high. She has a few bags in each hand with Courtney carrying the rest up to the room and she feels powerful. She could get used to the way people’s eyes are following her for good reasons instead of bad, and yet the grasp of wealth feels scary. It sickens her to know how differently people treat her because of how she dresses.

Nina’s talking to people when Vanessa walks in and she doesn’t notice her at first, but as her clients’ heads turn, hers does too. She sees the short brunette in a cream pantsuit and a small smile grows on her face. She sees Vanessa as kind of her child now and, damn, is she proud.

Vanessa goes out of sight, but Nina’s smile doesn’t change.

*

Brooke enters her office already done with the day. At her desk sits Ru, her boss, looking unimpressed with her lateness as he slams the phone back onto the desk, shuffling his papers and pointing to the chair opposite him for her to sit in.

“Brooke Lynn,” he says, monotone and with little care.

“Mr Charles.”

His facade seems to drop almost immediately, lighting up like a kid at Christmas as he hands her a sheet of mortgages taken out by Shuga Cain. “You were right about Shuga. She mortgaged everything she owns, right down to her walking stick, to secure a loan from the bank.” Brooke feigns surprise before giving him a raise of the eyebrow that can only be interpreted as ‘I told you so.’ Ru’s face replies with ‘and there’s more’ before he says, “Not just any bank, Visage Banking!”

“Uhuh,” Brooke follows.

“I think it goes without saying that this deal means more to the bank than even to Cain. And we‘ve got an in at the bank…” he trails off, like he wants her to end his thoughts, but she refuses with a stare. “So…..”

“We gotta call the bank.” She finally exhales with a sigh. He looks disapproving and a little curious as to her mood.

“Alright Brooke. What the hell is wrong with you this week?” He breaks, leaning onto her desk like he’s supposed to be interrogating her, but with all the power of a golden retriever. Despite this, Brooke cannot find it within her to withhold much.

“You know what I used to love when I was a little kid, Ru?” She doesn’t wait for a reply. “Building blocks, Kinects.”

Ru sighs and runs a hand over his bald head. “So, I liked Monopoly - I don’t get what you’re saying.”            

“In Canada, I help people build things. You don’t build anything, Ru. You destroy it.”

“I make money,” he counters with a stony disposition. “We’ve worked for a year on this deal. It’s what you said you wanted. I’m handing it to you.”

“You’ve worked for it. You want it. You don’t want your hands dirty.” Brooke gets louder as she says it, standing, hands flat on her desk.

“Morse’s jugular is exposed. It’s time for the kill,” Ru finishes, looking angry.

Brooke picks up her briefcase swiftly and has a foot out of the door when Ru calls after her, “Call the bank!” She doesn’t dignify him with a response.

*

When Brooke comes into the penthouse she is exhausted and frazzled, and cannot wait to relax into the sofa with a large glass of red wine and her Netflix subscription. What she does not expect (although it is not unwelcomed), is to find Vanessa lounged on her favourite armchair nude. The woman’s hair is tied in a messy bun on top of her head, single curls falling down to frame her face. The only item she has on (it cannot be deemed clothing), is a vintage red tie. It covers nothing, sitting perfectly between her breasts, and Brooke would be lying if she said she wasn’t fixated.

“Nice tie,” she gulps out, a little speechless.

“I bought it for you,” purrs Vanessa, tugging at it gently, teeth imprinting on her lip. She holds her hand out to Brooke and guides her through the archway into the ensuite.

*

They lay together in a bathtub full of bubbles, Brooke’s head on Vanessa’s chest as she slowly rubs a sponge over her torso, watching the bubbles lather and dissipate as if entranced. There’s something about bathing together that removes any sense of distance, and Brooke feels compelled to open up about things she’s never considered opening up about. She smiles contentedly before she begins to speak.

“My father always wanted me to be a man,” she states plainly, without preamble or caution. Vanessa’s hands stop briefly before a sloshing can be heard and then warm water is back, rolling over Brooke’s chest. “I suppose that’s why he never had a problem with me being gay - thought I’d make a butch lesbian.”

Vanessa chuckles at that and Brooke can feel the vibrations through her own body too. “You ain’t butch, Mary,” she gets out.

“I know,” responds Brooke with a lilt in her voice. “Anyway, back in my early twenties, I competed in Miss Continental. My dad,” she pauses to consider her words, “he was furious.” Vanessa places a warm hand on her shoulder and gives it a squeeze. “We fought for weeks, he always wanted me to be something, to follow in his footsteps and make something of myself, and insisted that I couldn’t do so if I won a beauty pageant.”

“Bullshit.”

“Exactly. Anyway, he all but disowned me - called me names I’ll never forget and, god, I was so angry.” She sighs and tries to run a hand through her hair, but it’s wet and knotted, so she settles on running her nails up her thigh. Vanessa notices and drops the sponge in the water, settling them both into a position where she can detangle Brooke’s hair easily. “It took me ten thousand dollars in therapy to say that sentence. I was very angry with him.” She repeats with a smirk as Vanessa giggles behind her. “I say that very well don’t I? I’ll say it again. I was very angry with him.” This turns the woman’s giggles into full fledged laughter as she feels her hair become lighter, until Vanessa’s fingers get back to detangling.

“Hi, I’m Brooke Lynn Hytes and I was very angry with my father.”

“I’d be real mad at the ten thousand dollars, boo, but you do you,” Vanessa chips in and Brooke can hear the smile in her voice, glad they’re both enjoying their bathtub rendezvous.

“I won Miss Continental,” Brooke announces finally, deeming it important to finish the story.

“Damn, babe,” she sounds impressed and it makes Brooke flush under the dimly glowing bathroom lights.

“I won Miss Continental and I used the money to put myself through law school. And then I got a job and opened a firm under RuPaul and the first case of his I took on - I helped buy out the company my father was president of. I helped buy it and then I helped sell it off, piece by piece.”

“What did the therapist say?”

“He said I was cursed.”

“Well, you got even, so that must’a made you happy then.”

“Did I mention my legs are about 31 inches from hip to ankle,” Vanessa asks, suggestively wrapping both her legs around Brooke’s waist and leaning to dot a kiss onto her shoulder. “So, basically, we’re talkin’ about 31 inches of therapy, wrapped around you for the bargain price of…”

“Three thousand dollars,” they finish together, laughing. Brooke turns her head so she can lay a soft kiss on the back of Vanessa’s hand, a ‘thank you for listening’ and a 'thank you for still being here’.

[flightandsurvival]

Ayyyye.

General Womanhood

1. Do you like the color pink? I like a nice dusty rose. 

2. How easily do you cry? It depends. 

3. What food do you eat the most of when you’re sad? When I’m sad I eat a lot of pastries. 

4. How often do you experience boob sweat? Anytime that the humidity is over 40%.

5. What time of month is your time? I don’t have that anymore.

6. How moody are you when you are on your period? Not really. 

7. Have you ever thought you were pregnant because your period was late? Nope.

8. Have you ever been on the pill? Currently.  9. Have you ever thought about having children someday? What is your current opinion? I think about it from time to time. I’m not sure if I will have children one day or not.  10. Have you ever given birth? If not, would you ever want to? Nope, and I’m not sure.  11. How much do you like decorating for holidays? I don’t like decorating. At all.  12. How good of a cook do you consider yourself? Mediocre.  13. What is your favorite thing to cook? Stir fry.  14. Do you prefer cooking, baking, or both equally? Baking.  15. Can you sew? I can. It’s not pretty though.  16. How feminine do you consider yourself? I’m female. I don’t know... I’m regularly feminine.  17. Have you ever been told that you are too girly or feminine? No. 18. Do you consider yourself a feminist? Yes, absolutely.  19. How do you define “girl power”? Women supporting women.  20. How much of a neat freak are you? Not really much of a neat freak at all.  21. How you ever wished you were born a male? Nope.  22. Breastfeeding or formula? Whatever is best for the person breastfeeding.  23. What is your opinion of equal pay? I think that anyone, regardless of sex, gender, ability, etc., doing the same job with the same quality should be paid the same wages. I also think that all wages should meet the cost of living inflation.  24. What is one profession you think needs more women? I think that every profession needs more women. Women are wonderful.  25. Are you pro-life or pro-choice? I am heavily pro-choice.  26. Have you ever experienced any sexism? If so, please explain. Yes. Usually in microaggressions, sometimes in overt ways that are disguised as “humor”.  27. Have you ever been called a blabbermouth or a chatterbox? Lol, no. I’m fairly quiet. 

28. What is one thing about women you think most men don’t know? I’m not sure. This is a generalization I won’t make.  29. Is there anything you dislike about being a woman? No.  30. Complete this phrase: I’m so glad I am a woman because ______. Women are magic. 

LIFE EXPERIENCES:

31. Did you ever play with Barbie dolls as a child? Yup. 

32. Have you ever dotted lowercase Js and Is with hearts or smiley faces? Probably hearts. 

33. Have you ever been a Girl Scout? Nope. 

34. Have you ever been a ballerina? Nope. 

35. Have you ever been a cheerleader? Yes, my whole family was involved in cheerleading. 

36. Were you ever voted as homecoming or prom queen? No.

37. Have you ever hosted a sleepover? Many times. 

38. Do you belong to a sorority? Nope.

39. Have you ever kept a diary or a journal? I currently have a journal, good self-care. 

40. At what age did you get your first period? 12. 

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

41. What is the longest your hair has ever been? Would you ever grow it that long again? I think the longest has been low back. It’s getting there and I have no intentions of cutting it at the moment. 

42. Have you had a hairstyle above the eyebrows? I’ve had fringe. I’ve never had hair that short beyond the bald baby years. 

43. What hairstyle do you wear the most? Loose.

44. Have you ever died your hair? If so, how often? Many times, many weird colors, and whenever I am feeling the need for change. 

45. What is the heaviest you remember ever weighing? I’m truly at my heaviest now, 220lb. 

46. How muscular are you? I’m fairly muscular. I’m a strong lady. 

47. Do you have any piercings anywhere besides your earlobes? I had my nipples, nose, and lip pierced. Right now it’s just my ears. 

48. Do you have any tattoos? If you, where are they and what are they of? I’ve got a dragon (left shoulder blade), a dream catcher (low back), an unalome (nape), a lotus (sternum), and an elephant (left inner/upper arm). 

49. Do you like wearing lipstick or lip gloss? If so, how often do you wear them? I love a little matte lipstick. I wear it almost everyday unless it’s Winter. In Winter the SAD takes over and I don’t give a fuck about putting on makeup. 

50. How often do you paint your nails? Not often. 

51. Have you ever worn any fake nails? Yup. 

52. Have you ever worn fake eyelashes? Yes. 

53. How often do you shave or wax your legs? I shave my legs 2-3 times a week. 

54. How white are your teeth? Fairly white. 

55. Have you ever been told that you look like a certain celebrity? America Ferrera, Gina Rodriguez. Lol... I’m Chinese. 

56. How much do you look like your mother? Not much, I spent a lot of my childhood with people asking me if I was adopted. I’m not. 

57. How much do you look like your father? Very much so. We 100% look like father and daughter. 

58. What do you think is your best physical feature? My skin. I have great skin. I also have great hair. 

59. What do you think is your worst physical feature? My very fat upper arms. It makes it hard to find shirts that fit well. 

60. How good are you at communicating through facial expressions? Fairly good. 

FASHION STYLE: 61. What type of clothing do you own the most of? Workout leggings and t-shirts.  62. How big is your closet? Not big.  63. Have you ever looked through your closet and though “I have nothing to wear”? Literally always.  64. What is your favorite fashion brand? For Days, Torrid, Aerie.  65. Do you wear skirts and dresses at all? If so, how often? Yes, regularly.  66. What is your dress size? Large, 14.  67. What is the shortest length of skirts and dresses you are comfortable wearing? Finger tips.  68. How expensive was your prom dress? $500 69. What is the most expensive piece of clothing you currently own? I’m not sure.  70. Do you wear high heels or stilettos at all? If so, how often? I will not ever wear stilettos, but I definitely wear heels on the regular.  71. Have you ever worn high heels casually? Yes.  72. How often do you take an OOTD (outfit of the day) selfie? Not often enough.  73. Have you ever worn the exact same outfit from head to toe more than once? Yes.  74. How often do you wear a bra when out in public? Nearly always.  75. How often do you wear a bra when bumming it at home? Rarely.  76. When you get home from work, how soon does your bra typically come off? Within 10 minutes.  77. Have you ever carried a spare bra with you in your purse? No. 78. Which are you more likely to go without: A bra or panties? Panties.  79. Does it matter to you if your bra and panties match or not? I have never owned a matching set.  80. What type of underwear do you typically wear? Thongs during the day, full butt panties for bedtime.  81. How much of your underwear is white? Not many pairs.  82. Have you ever carried a spare pair of underwear with you in your purse? Not that I can recall. 83. Do you like eyeshadow? I do.  84. Do you like mascara? Yup.  85. How much makeup do you typically wear? Depends on how I’m feeling. Sometimes none, sometimes a little, sometimes a shit ton.  86. Have you every gone out in public without any makeup on? Yes. Often.  87. How much jewelry do you typically wear? The original jewelry put in when I got my rook pierced and 3 rings.  88. Is there any kind of jewelry you pretty much always wear? See previous answer.  89. Do you carry a purse at all? I have a backpack.  90. Do you like tube and halter tops? Not really.  91. Do you like crop tops? Sometimes.  92. Are you comfortable showing off a little cleavage? Yes.  93. One-piece swimsuits or bikinis? Either.  94. Does it matter to you if your bikini top matches the bottom? No. 

WEDDING CRAZE:

95. Have you ever been a bridesmaid? If so, how often? When I was little. Just once. 

96. Do you have any desires to get married? Nope. 

97. For how long have you thought about your wedding? Not long lol. 

98. How much of your wedding do you have planned out already? If I ever did choose to get married it would be done in the Fall, likely late September or early October. It would be at an apple orchid. That’s it. 

99. Would you rather have a big or a small wedding? Small as shit. 

100. Would you rather have a lot of bridesmaids or just a couple? Small handful. Sammy, Joanie, Brookie, Ellie. It’s a theme. 

101. Would you rather have an indoor or an outdoor wedding? Does the same go for the reception? Outdoor. Yes. 

DATING & RELATIONSHIPS:

102. What is your current relationship status? Single.

103. What is the longest relationship you’ve ever had? 14 months, very on and off though... Carter was a straight nine months. 

104. Do you consider yourself a hopeless romantic at all? Oh absolutely. I love love. I love caring for people, loving people, and connecting with people. 

105. Are you a virgin? If not, which gender did you lose your virginity to? Nope, a male. 

106. What personality trait are you most attracted to? Honesty. 

107. Have you ever been on a blind date? No.

108. Has anyone you know ever tried to set you up on a date? Yes. 

109. Do you use any dating apps? If so, have they ever worked out for you? I did until recently. They worked enough to go on dates, but nothing serious came out of it. 

110. Do you kiss on the first date? I would if it felt right. 

111. How often do guys hit on you? Lol, I am not someone who picks up on that. I need very direct cues. Example- a good friend and I hung out at my place, I truly believed we were just good friends hanging out. Then he straight up asked if I wanted to makeout and suddenly we were in my bed. 

112. Have women ever hit on you? Yes. 

114. Have you ever kissed another woman while sober? If so, did you like it? Yes. It was weird, I was young and it was my best friend at the time.

115. Have you ever dated another woman? No.

116. After how long of dating do you typically consider a relationship to be serious? It’s far more nuanced than that. If we’ve been together for a month but have spent every day together and are in constant contact, I’d say we’re relatively serious. If were together for four months but see each other like once a week and don’t keep in regular contact we’re not serious. 

117. Would you rather your lover give you chocolate, flowers, both, or something else? Flowers are nice. I’d probably be more excited with like a spontaneous trip to the MSPCA to play with the cats... but that’s just me. 

118. Are you friends with any of your exes? Nope. One ex cannot even be in the same room with me without a very heavy tension invading the space between- I’m not even sure why he was awful to me and I’m super over it lol. The other one I have no interactions with and truly I wish him well but I’d also be happy not running into him ever. 

119. Is sex before marriage wrong? Nope. Sex is only wrong if there isn’t consent. 

ENTERTAINMENT: 120. What celebrity do you most admire and why? I admire Amy Brenneman tremendously. She’s a wonderful actress, she’s a humanitarian, and she’s truly such a kind human. I was able to meet her, it was amazing.  121. Do you like romantic comedies? Do you have any favorites? I think they’re okay. No favorites.  122. Do you have a favorite romantic movie? No. I don’t really live movies. My adult ADHD is too real.  123. Who is your favorite Disney princess? Badass homie Mulan. Not just because she’s Chinese but because she’s the most badass. Also she isn’t actually a princess but she get lumped into that category. 

124. What is your favorite Disney song? All is Found from Frozen 2.  125. Do you watch The Bachelor or The Bachelorette? Nope, it is an uncomfortable concept.  126. Have you ever watched Sex & The City? Yup.  127. Have you ever watched any shows such as Project Runway or America’s Next Top Model? I loved ANTM as a kid. Mostly I liked the drama of the makeovers.  128. Do you like watching any beauty pageants such as Miss America? Nope.  129. Do you like watching the red carpet arrivals before award ceremonies? Nope.  130. Beyonce or Taylor Swift? Both.  131. Oprah Winfrey or Ellen DeGeneres? I don’t watch either but they’re both really great people. 

A PILE OF RANDOMNESS: 132. Are you named after anyone? No.  133. How many male friends do you have? A good amount.  134. Have you ever been considered the mother of your group of friends? Yes. 135. Have you ever called your friend friends your ‘girlfriends’? Yes.  136. Have you ever called a non-lover a term such as honey, babe, dear, or darling? Yes.  137. How many items do you own that are of a floral print design? Idk.  138. Have you ever scoffed at something because you thought it wasn’t feminine enough? No.  139. How healthy do you eat? Not the most healthy.  140. What is your preferred way to carry a purse: Clutched in your hand, on your elbow, or on your shoulder? On my back. I like backpacks.  141. Besides you phone, money, wallet, and keys, name five things you always have with you in your purse. Pen, notebook, chromebook, doTerra essential oil roll on, hand lotion.

142. Have you ever lost anything inside your purse? Yes.  143. Have you ever used your bra or your cleavage as a purse or a pocket? Yes.  144. Do you consider shopping a sport No.  145. Do you shop more in physical walk-in stores or online? Online.  146. What is the most amount of money you remember ever spending in one single shopping trip? Not sure.  147. How often do you have a girls’ night out? Nearly never. I’ve got course work, internship, and actual work. I only see my friends at work right now. 

148. Do you prefer coffee or tea? Both.  149. How polite do you consider yourself? Polite enough. 150. Can you do the splits? Nope. 151. Do you like doing any yoga? Yes.  152. Have you ever been told that you have cute handwriting? Yes. 

153. How well can you write in cursive? Well.  154. Have you ever successfully been on a diet? Yes.  155. Do you currently or have you ever belonged to a book club? I will have a book club after Spring break for work- I work at a school and one of my students asked to have a book club.  156. Have you ever talked yourself out of a driving ticket by using your looks? No.  157. Have you ever drunk a non-alcoholic beverage from a wine glass? Yes.  158. Do you prefer showers or baths? Baths, if the tub is big enough to have my boobs and knees and I have a bath bomb  159. Have you ever snorted while laughing? Yeah.  160. How strict are you about manners? I’m not “strict” about it, but general rule of thumb is don’t be a dick. 

[cieloxcnco]

coraje líquido (zabdiel)

Words: 2,000+

Warnings: it gets smutty. not a lot, but there’s some sexy stuff happening.

A/N: my apologies. this is awful. i almost feel like i need to personally apologize to Zabdiel for writing something about him this bad. but short and sweet so there’s a first one done for everyone I can get to posting a full fic with all of the guys involved...

Richard and Christopher were usually the center of attention, as was the case tonight as they chugged straight from liquor bottles in the center of the dance floor. Joel and Erick were quietly cuddling with a few girls they’d entranced in the corner of a bench in the VIP booth. The DJ was spinning on the turntables, trying to rev up the crowd in the club.

Zabdiel was standing tall in the shadows by the bar, still swaying to the beat with a drink in hand, but holding back from the spotlights.

And despite the wild chaos of their after party around us, my eyes were locked solely on him.

I’d always been attracted to la banda - Come on, I’d have to check your pulse if you didn’t think that such tall, dark, and handsome men were attractive as fuck - but lately, Zabdiel had been the main one causing heads to turn, mine included. I could barely remember the lanky teenager with curls that I’d seen when he first auditioned. Now I was transfixed on his intense eyes and I couldn’t take my stare away from the defined muscles of his arms. Hair as long as his used to be was never my taste when it came to guys, but now that it was cropped so short I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to run my fingertips over it. His defined jawline added to the feel of him no longer being this scrawny kid but a man.

As any fan of the band knew, he was now the only member that was single. Downing the rest of my drink in a final gulp for a little liquid courage, I walked over.

A bunch of fans were trying to congregate around the band, mainly Christopher as Zabdiel found solace in the shadows. I knew that my window of opportunity would close rather quickly if I didn’t make a move.

Leaning my elbows on the bar, I ordered a Captain and Coke and shifted my weight on my heels, trying to maintain a curvaceous silhouette that would grab his attention. I looked out of my peripheral to see he hadn’t noticed me standing there. I edged my skirt up a bit to reveal a fraction more of my thigh. His eyes were trained on the dance floor, the energy of the surrounding crowd undoubtedly still pumping through him after the concert.

The bartender twisted a slice of lime into my drink and set it on the bar by my hand. I took another sip for bravery before stepping to him. My resolve of being confident and strong quickly shattered with my uneasy tone. “Excuse me, Zabdiel?”

Those chocolate eyes finally turned to me and he smiled appreciatively. “Hey- qué tal?”

Anything cool and intriguing I had planned on saying to start conversation was gone from my mind. “I um... I just... The concert was great. You were amazing. I’ve never seen you guys perform live before.”

“That’s awesome. Thanks for coming,” he said with a short smile, and I knew it was the diplomatic general answer to a fan.

I wanted more than that. So I took another sip and stammered, “I’ve been a fan for years but seeing you guys live is crazy. I never realized how talented you are when you’re actually on stage.”

“Thanks a lot,” he reiterated, taking a short sip of his drink.

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Everything about Zabdiel was screaming masculinity- the defined cut of his shoulders as he rolled them back to stand straight above me, the exposed tricep muscles by the torn sleeves of his shirt, the strong set of his jaw as he swallowed. The only thing that stood out was the coupe glass in his hand with bright pink alcohol swimming at the bottom. I tried to choke it back but I snickered.

“Que?” he questioned with a smirk.

“I just figured,” I admitted, “that hanging out after a performance like that, you’d have a few beers with the guys. That just looks-”

His face broke into a genuinely amused smirk. “You got something against my girly drink? Insulting my machismo?”

“Never,” I laughed. His smile and amusement was enough to make me relax and tease him back. “Just remember- pinky up.”

He choked laughing on a sip and nodded. “You’re right. Joel suggested it, and it’s good, but oh my God.” He downed the remainder before swallowing and speaking again. “What do you think a more manly drink would be then? I can’t leave the impression that I only can handle sissy drinks.”

I shrugged, setting my drink on the counter. “Well I mean I would think at least a few shots of Fireball. That’s not hard but you can get a few macho points at least.”

He called the bartender over to order his shots. I went to echo it but he pushed my arm back and closed my money in my fist. “I’ve got it- on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

He grinned. “You let me try to earn some testosterone back by shot racing me.”

“Oh, Jesus,” I giggled, but didn’t protest.

And we raced. And he lost. But it was just the break in the ice that got us comfortable enough with each other to open into further conversation. A few fans interrupted for pictures, but his attention never wavered from me for long.

“So,” I began when there was ultimately a silent lull, “are you guys all in a hotel close?”

He put his rocks glass against the counter, suddenly awkwardly quiet. “Oh, well, I’ll be going back soon, I’m sure.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, confused at his reaction. “Okay?”

“I’m sorry, I’m not trying to give you the wrong idea. I’ve got...” he trailed off, his eyes tracing up from my heels to the high hem of my skirt, “... a girlfriend.”

My heart, fluttering with expectations, fell to the pit of my stomach. “I thought you broke up with your girlfriend.”

He chuckled, his eyes darting between my face, my drink, and my hips. “You can’t believe all the rumors you hear on the internet.”

I tried to hide the deep blush on my cheeks and looked down at my feet, shuffling anxiously. Way to make a fool out of yourself. But when I finally found the strength to look back at him, I saw the hesitation in his eyes as they found my hemline- not deciding whether or not to continue conversing, but deciding whether or not to cross the line.

I watched his Adam’s apple bob slightly as he nervously gulped. “I’d better go.”

“Por qué?” I asked. “The party’s just getting started.” It probably was winding down, but too many scenarios of possibilities were running through my head for me to concede just yet.

The edge of the bar was close to the restroom hallway and the back exit, and we suddenly felt ourselves shifting towards the door. “Because if I stay, I won’t leave alone.”

My eyes lit up and moved to catch his gaze again. “Oh really?” I answered slyly.

His eyes sought out my thighs again, then my chest, and then he murmured, “You have to know you’ve made it difficult to remember her... I’ve only been able to focus on you since you walked in.”

The liquor was emboldening me to the point that I reached for his shirt collar and pulled him down to the where his lips were millimeters from my own. “Give in. One night… Tú sabes que me quieres…”

The hotel bed let out a protesting squeak as we fell back onto it and started ripping at each other’s clothes. He threw his shirt off, came closer, and nearly pounced on top of me, kissing my lips urgently. His hands rested above my breasts, kneading them through the lace and rolling my nipples between his fingers until they stood erect.

I bit his earlobe, licking up the curve of it to soothe the pain I’d inflicted. “Fuck, Zabdiel, stop teasing. I want you inside me now.” I reached down and worked on his belt buckle, nearly throwing off his jeans.

He couldn’t deny the effect that my words were having on him. “Entonces tu no me calientes mas… Carajo, me voy a enloquecer.”

I arched up as he began to kiss his way from the dip in my collarbone down to my navel. Temporarily forgetting his demand, he brought his hand down to my underwear and began to brush his fingers over the thin material. My legs shook in response,  “Zab, please,” I begged.

He was about to reply, but stopped breathing altogether when I covered his mouth with my own and slid my tongue inside. He bucked up against me, already too hard to experience much more torture himself.

If he was going to make me lose my mind in such a barbaric fashion, I figured that two could play that game. Gently flipping him over, I dragged his boxers down to his knees, exposing his erection. I smiled, leaning over, appearing as if I was about to take him into my mouth, but simply blew across his shaft and he trembled.

“¿Qué te pasa, Zabdiel?” I murmured. “Can’t take a little teasing? You can dish it out but you can’t take it?”

He just groaned in answer, grabbing hold of two of the bars of the headboard for some kind of stability as I repeated my actions. I whispered against his skin, “No puedes entender lo mucho que te quiero,” leaning forward to kiss his neck, adding another mark on his throat.

He’d had enough. He pierced me against the mattress and ripped my underwear from my legs, tossing the shreds across the room. I sighed with anticipation, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself now.

He reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, deftly pulling the straps down with his teeth, his lips grazing across my scorching skin. When the straps had reached my elbows, he stopped, taking my nipple into his mouth and running his tongue over it until I shuddered. He just brushed his hand over my other breast, watching the skin around my tit pucker beneath his gentle touch.

He smirked, biting on it, looking up at me with half-lidded eyes. I threw my head back onto the pillow, barely able to breathe from the sensations that he was causing within me, and the eye contact was almost too much. He sat back on his heels, leaning over and hooking my legs over his shoulders so that he was at the perfect angle to drive me wild. He slowly dragged his tongue over my soaked slit, twirling the tip of it over my clit. I screamed and arched up immediately against his mouth, desperate for more.

“Zabdiel,” I groaned, raking my nails over his scalp, trying to pull his head closer. He chuckled against my pussy, and the vibrations from his tongue against my clit again were too much for me to take. I shuddered and rode out my climax, thrusting my hips closer to him. He lowered my legs to the bed on either side of his and watched me pant and shiver helplessly beneath him. I continued whispering his name in time with my racing heartbeat. He reached over to the corner of the night table and tore open a condom wrapper, sliding one onto his aching shaft. He was so close to madness that just feeling his hand and the rubber against him made him twitch.

Before I’d even had much of a moment to recover, he took my calves and wrapped them around his waist, thrusting himself inside of me. I bit my lip to keep myself from screaming again. He rode the tide of my raised hips as we simultaneously cried out against each other. He mumbled streams of curses into my neck as I arched against him.

He pulled away from kissing me and whispered into my ear, “So worth it, baby.” I clawed across his back, begging for him to continue. I thought I was thinking to myself of how I needed him to adjust the speed and pace to send me over the edge again, but I must have began to scream them. He followed every instruction in time- harder, faster, deeper, until I was on the brink once more.

Hearing me in so much ecstasy because of him was his undoing. My walls clenched around him and shockwaves of pleasure set off through me. He slammed himself into me twice more before he collapsed weakly on top of my trembling body.

No sooner did both of us regain our breaths that his phone started vibrating across the nightstand. He reached his arm over me to lift it and a picture of him kissing the cheek of a beautiful blonde lit up the screen before he placed it back down, wrapping his arm around me before falling asleep.

[pineappuu-pineappley]

women question thingy cuz im bored

GENERAL WOMANHOOD: 1. Do you like the color pink? nnnot really? pastel pink is kinda cool i guess 2. Did you play with Barbie dolls as a child? ye 3. How easily do you cry? not very? but more so now than before 4. What food do you eat the most of when you’re sad? i eat whatever tbh i dont sad eat? 5. How often do you experience boob sweat? whenever i sweat zz 6. How moody are you when you are you are on your period? doesnt really matter? idk 7. Have you ever thought you were pregnant because your period was late? binch i dont even get a text back i cant have sex HAHAHA 8. Have you ever been on the pill? no, but like my periods are so fucking bizarre so idk but ??? 9. Would you ever want to have children someday? tbh idk i guess but im still too young to decide lol 10. Have you ever given birth? If not, would you ever want to? no, and idk yet :v 11. How good of a cook do you consider yourself? a little above average because i just throw food in without recipes and stuff but my mother is a wizard 12. What is your favorite thing to cook? egg.. ngl its just crack dat bitch and cook it its easy af HAHA  13. Can you sew? ye i guess but not actual clothes 14. Do you consider yourself a feminist? i think so, but like i’m not “active” and also wtf is wrong with “feminists” that want death to men like seriously you’re also part of the problem yall crazy 15. How do you define “girl power?” power specifically for girls, may it be over their body or themselves?? 16. Have you ever wished you were born a male? a little but only cuz that one time i think i was gay for a friend and it would be much easier to come to terms with it, speaking of which i dont even know my sexuality but i dont really care LOL 17. Breastfeeding or formula? breastfeeding  18. What is your opinion of equal pay? its important!! but then if we’re not looking at gender its unfair if someone who does jackshit gets the same pay as someone working their literal ass off. instead of adjusting based on gender why not adjust it based on work done? if you slack off u get a pay cut if u work hard you get a raise? 19. Are you pro-life or pro-choice? ah shit uh, i think i’m both??? (that makes no sense) like i know i have no right to force someone to do something but at least maybe i’d like to talk to them about it? a life is a life /shrugs/ but ultimately it is not my choice to make if it’s not my situation, all i can do is to maybe let someone understand the morality behind say abortion. HOWEVER!!! i think birth control for period management because of certain conditions is good and this shouldn’t be taken away from people who need it!! I’m just so !!! at women getting refused treatment for a spontaneous abortion or whatever because its an abortion, but the body rejected the foetus all on its own!! she has a right to healthcare!! (i saw this on a documentary on abortion in the ph iirc and like refusing someone treatment because its not moral to “fully abort” a foetus, even though it’s already aborted by the BODY ITSELF and not by other MEANS is literally not caring for the person who needs the HELP?!?!!?? its more immoral to refuse healthcare to her than to give her healthcare to abort the foetus because the body aborted it by itself it is spontaneous sometimes it happens okay?????) 20. Have you ever experienced any sexism? If so, please explain. i dont think so tbh 21. What is one thing about women you think most men don’t know? not everyone wants your dick in their vagina shut the fuck up HAHA 22. Complete this phrase: I’m so glad I’m a woman because______. i’m not burdened by society rules about hugging my friends and make up? i have no idea tbh i’m just eh about everything am i even a woman HAHAHA

LIFE EXPERIENCES: 23. Have you ever been a Girl Scout? no 24. Have you ever been a ballerina? noo 25. Have you ever been a cheerleader? no 26. Were you ever voted as a homecoming or prom queen? can we eat prom? 27. Have you ever hosted a sleepover? yeah i guess but its just because my friends dont wanna walk one block home its great HAHA 28. Do you belong to a sorority? we dont have those things in here 29. Have you ever kept a diary or a journal? i used to keep a diary when i was a kid now i just want a bujo but where s my shit 30. American ladies: did you vote for Hillary Clinton? not american PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: 31. What is the longest your hair has ever been? a v-cut where the longest was at my asscrack 32. Have you ever cut your hair super short? shaved it for hair for hope uvu 33. What hairstyle do you wear the most? either down with a side parting or up/half-up in a hairstick, at home just an ugly ass bun. like my hair is nice but the style is meh 34. Have you ever dyed your hair? no, im afraid of spoiling it 35. What is the heaviest you have ever weighed? now im always heavy lmao  36. How muscular are you? i have some muscle in my calves and the top of my arms but im 90% fat so 37. Are your ears pierced? one on each lobe 38. Do you have any piercings anywhere besides your ears? nah 39. Do you have any tattoos? If so, of what and where? noo 40. How often do you wear lipstick or lipgloss? almost never, if i wear makeup i still forget about it LOL 41. How often do you paint your nails? rarely 42. Have you ever worn any fake eyelashes or fake nails? yes at both but fake nails dont survive  43. How often do you shave/wax your legs? i never did  44. How white are your teeth? eh not very but its not stained v badly i guess 45. What do you think is your best physical feature? my softness? 46. What do you think is your worst physical feature? fats HAHA 47. Do you have a “look” (i.e. a mad/annoyed/upset stare)? blur face 48. How good are you at communicating through facial expressions? i dont i just make potato faces FASHION STYLE: 49. What is your favorite fashion brand? prolly iora or lalu or something i think they have korean-ish/school-girl ish aesthetic  50. Do you wear skirts and dresses at all? If so, how often? ye, not v often because school is anal about it :) 51. What is your dress size? dunno but i think im like a L-XL depending on cut? 52. Do you wear any high heels or stilettos at all? If so, how often? no, dont own any 53. Have you ever worn high heels casually? no? not really nah 54. How often do you wear a bra? only in public or when non-family members are in the house 55. Does it matter if your bra and panties match or not? i alternate between only 2 bras i dont care 56. Which are you more likely to go without: a bra or panties? i forgot to wear a bra like 3 times in my life two of which i already had noticecable boobs 57. How much of your underwear is white? i have a few now? 58. Have you ever worn a skirt or a dress without any panties underneath? yo wtf dont get ur vag juices everywhere omg also everything is dirty dont do that 59. What is the shortest length of skirts and dresses you are comfortable wearing? if i fold the butt part to wrap my butt and it manages to cover my entire butt i guess but only if i have safety shorts 60. How expensive was your prom dress? shit idr 61. What clothing item do you own the most of (if shirts, be specific to what kind)? t-shirts (but not anymore-) 62. How much jewelry do you typically wear? a pair of earrings, used to have a necklace but i havent got a new chain yet 63. How much makeup do you typically wear? either full face or none, twice before concealer + eyeliner thats it 64. Do you like eyeshadow? THAT SHITE BOMB 65. Do you carry a purse? i prefer a bigger bag because i bring way too much shit 66. What is your preferred way to carry a purse: In your hand, on your elbow, or on your elbow? slung on my shoulder 67. How big is your closet? not very 68. Have you ever looked through your closet an thought “I have nothing to wear”? YES WTF BC I LOOK LIKE A HOBO (also i literally keep running out of shirts nowadays) 69. Have you ever worn the same outfit more than once? ya what do u think i am a diva? HAHA 70. One-piece swimsuits or bikinis? t-shirt and shorts 71. Have you ever worn a mismatched bikini? i never put my body into a bikini 72. Do you like tube and halter tops fat arms man :v 73. Do you like crop tops? they look aesthetic af but just not on me HAHAHAH 74. Are you comfortable showing off a little cleavage? ye i guess WEDDING CRAZE: 75. Have you ever been a bridesmaid? no but i’ve been flower girl multiple times 76. Would you ever want to get married? i guess 77. For how long have you thought about your wedding? i dont even have a crush rn so i never even thought of it 78. How much of your wedding do you already have planned out? -100% 79. Indoor or outdoor wedding? church wedding preferable in an airconditioned one imean- HAHAHA 80. Would you want to have a lot of bridesmaids or just a couple? i dont have a lot of friends DATING & RELATIONSHIPS: 81. What is your current relationship status? single as a pringle never gonna mingle 82. Do you consider yourself a hopeless romantic? no 83. Are you a virgin? If not, which gender did you lose your virginity to? yes 84. What personality trait are you most attracted to? shit uh, (judging on my 2d biases) cheerful puppy type? 85. Have you ever been on a blind date? no 86. Has anyone ever tried to set you up on a date? noo 87. Do you kiss on a first date? no  88. How often do guys hit on you? never HAHA 89. Have you ever kissed another woman? If so, did you like it? shIt ya and ya, go away 90. Have you ever dated another woman? i almost did? 91. Is sex before marriage wrong? IT’S AGAINST THE MORAL ORDER!!! according to my religion but also even if it’s not religion its good to only give yourself to another after marriage uvu. but idk 92. After how long would you start to consider a relationship to be serious? i dont know maybe a year? LOL idek if someone can stand being with my after 2 weeks 93. Would you rather your lover give you chocolate or flowers? steak.. or like meat or like good food ENTERTAINMENT: 94. What celebrity do you most admire? i dont- know-? 95. Do you like romantic comedies? Any favorites? eh dont think so 96. Do you have a favorite romantic movie? no 97. Who is your favorite Disney princess? mulan? MERIDA? idk 98. What is your favorite Disney song? shit idk 99. Do you watch The Bachelor or The Bachelorette? whats that 100. Have you ever watched Sex & The City? no 101. Have you ever watched any shows such as Project Runway or America’s Next Top Model? yeah but like random episodes on the tv with my mom, i rather watch masterchef junior but not with the newer seasons cuz my bro said the way they made it is like poo 102. Do you read romantic novels? If so, do you have any recommendations? im like -100% romantic please stop 103. Beyonce or Taylor Swift? beyonce maybe 104. Oprah Winfrey or Ellen DeGeneres? ellen? idk  A PILE OF RANDOMNESS: 105. Are you named after anyone? Dionne Warwick (not celine dion stop this shit i will fight you) 106. How many male friends do you have? nnnot many? i’m close to steffy tho yes bless uvu  107. Have you ever called your female friends your girlfriends? i can barely type “i love you” i cannot with cheesy shit so hazukashit 108. Have you ever called a non-lover a term such as honey, dear, babe, or darling? ye i call friendos bebe or something but only through text because im shy LOL 109. Have you ever dotted your I’s with a heart or a smiley face? hearts, i stopped bc a teacher was like “lol” in front of the entire class thanks 110. How many items do you own that are of a floral print design? idk but floral prints are nice 111. Name five things you always have in your purse. (not including phone and wallet) lipbalm (that i never use), axe oil (running out), vicks, tigerbalm (why do i have 2), blotting paper (also dont really use) 112. Have you ever lost anything inside your purse? my sanity jk idk 113. Have you ever carried a spare pair of underwear with you in your purse? only pads 114. What is the most amount of money you’ve ever spent in one single shopping trip? idk $60 maybe idk weep i spend it all online 115. Do you consider shopping a sport? no wtf but walking around a lot is a pain so i guess it could be 116. Have you ever used your cleavage or a bra as a purse? i use a bad stop with the purse i carry too much shit 117. Coffee or tea? tea 118. Can you do the splits? i will only split my pants and muscles open so no 119. Do you do any yoga? no 120. Have you ever been told that to have cute handwriting? yea but i think it’s messy and ugly and changes too often 121. How well can you write in cursive? look at 120 122. Have you ever successfully been on a diet? no fuck that 123. Do you or have you ever belonged to a book club? no 124. Have you ever talked yourself out of a driving ticket by using your looks? no lmao i dont even drive 125. Have you ever drank a non-alcoholic beverage out of a wine glass? i guess? 126. Showers or baths? showers 127. Have you ever tried using a toilet while standing up? ya its horrible because u dont have a dick to aim 128. Have you ever been considered the mother of your group of friends? ye actually- 129. Do you own any sex toys? no HAHA RATINGS: 130. From 1-10, how feminine do you consider yourself? 6? 131. From 1-10, how much are you like your mother? 7-8 132. From 1-10, how much do you look like your mother? 5 because i smile like her but a lot of people say i look like my dad 133. From 1-10, how much are you like your father? 3 he’s chill im not 134. From 1-10, how polite are you? depends but maybe 7 135. From 1-10, how cute do you consider your laugh? -11 136. From 1-10, how strict are you about manners? 5? 137. From 1-10, how much of a neat freak are you? 6 but my handwriting is shit 138. From 1-10, how much of a hopeless romantic are you? -11 139. From 1- 10, how healthy do you eat? 6? its Meat > veggies > fish (but cuz i dont like how fish is cooked here? i love meat but i need veg to live too but i dont like salads give me roasted veg or stir fry veg or veg soops uvu) 140. From 1-10, how much do you like decorating for holidays?  4?