#fake corporate pride

[wiseheartedloki]

Happy Pride from Goddard Futuristics [image id from formleadsfunction]

[yourfaveisfriendshaped]

multislacker from toontown corporate clash?

Multislacker is friend-shaped!

[pastel-magicalgirl]

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der frei stimboard with not so subtle bisexual coloration for @der-musketmainn

comments: thought it would be really funny to, because the slime was blue, have the opposing pink gif be a butterfly. im (not) sorry.

yoai bisexual gayboy. love wins or whatever.

also YES i know top middle is NOT the right type of gun but do you know how specific rifle stim gif gets? theres like 12 of those.

the wax melts were kinda a cop-out but like i find wax melts so satisfying so you are subjected to wax melts.

also i just noticed the rifle gif and the in-game gif kinda lineup. thats really funny

[bisexualtrashpanda]

Just wanted to add onto this about how Pride without corporate sponsorship/rainbow capitalism is 100% possible because my city does it every year, in our case by throwing TWO Prides a year. There's the "big" one at the end of June, with all the rainbow capitolism and fake allies and scooping for a "feel good inclusive story" press, and then there's the 2nd, "smaller" one held mid-September.

Except the attendance at the 2nd one is the same level as the June one, just minus everyone who was obviously just there for money/HR reasons/clout.

There's still the same non-corporate local queer artists and food businesses selling their wares, there's still stages with drag queens and queer artists performing, it's just minus the Smirnoff sponsorship.

It's just the queer community coming together to celebrate being queer, and the true allies coming out with them. It's even in a better location, in a beautiful shaded park, where traditionally Pride was held for decades, until the 2010's where it moved to a downtown location to "better accomidate everyone" (read: make it easier for banners and corporate sponsors to be seen, and the press to photograph people.

Went to my first pride parade. I swear, only 10% of the people in the parade were from local groups and the rest were either corporations or people running for office with nothing about queer people on their platform

Oh yeah, Pride parades especially in North America have gotten so far from our roots with how much it costs to get permitting and logistics that most actual queer orgs get priced out of participating. Corporations can afford it but of course, instead of decentering themselves and just being okay with like, Dykes On Bikes (Sponsored By Chipotle), they cannot help but make it all about their fucking marketing. We are literally dogs and we couldn't even dream of pissing on parts of public space to claim them as our own on the sheer scale of a corporate logo.

Local Pride organizers are generally part of the problem and lean all the way into this, cause they're usually shitlibs who feel super fuckin validated because Shell Oil turned their logo rainbow, and don't you know how great it is that their HR department has a nondiscrimination policy. Zac was dating the person put in charge of organizing New Orleans's Pride parade and he was like, what if we save money by not allowing floats, just make it a walking parade so more people can participate? And the rest of the goddamn board of directors was like, no, absolutely not, what would our corporate sponsors think.

So anyway that was the year he used his clout to at least let our local pup group lead the parade, which we did looking like this

Needless to say Shell did not return as a sponsor the year after that

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

“Yas queen sashay to the guillotine” dog park dissidents i fucking love you

[starplanes]

A (5 star) review of Bury Your Gays, by @drchucktingle!

I read this book in one sitting. I did not plan to read this book in one sitting, but I could not put it down, accepting that my lunch break was now an extended reading break. Bury Your Gays was just that good.

It starts simple. Screenwriter Misha has been told by his exec that the season finale of his show must out, then kill the two leads. He needs to bury his gays because the board has determined it's where the money is. Misha says no. Then starts getting stalked by his (definitely fictional, right?) characters from other shows. Either Misha developed some incredible supernatural powers in that meeting, or something more sinister is at work…

Bury Your Gays illustrates why queer people should be allowed to tell the stories they want to tell, instead of being made to use queerbating, tragic tropes, or fake relentless optimism in the name of corporate Pride. It's a story about the queer struggle to find oneself in a world that makes it so, so hard. There's a lot of love for the queer community poured into this book, and oh does it shines. I especially adored the ace rep - and the concept of ace rep as a plot point. I shall not explain further. However, I am more scared than ever of the corporatization of Pride.

Bury Your Gays also criticizes capitalism's monetization of tragedy and exploitation of workers. It explores what happens when ethics are ignored in the name of an ever-growing profit margin, to the point where the bottom line becomes a near-sentient thing. It leans into the horrors of AI and data-mining by combining the two and going all the way with it. Chuck Tingle has acknowledged all my fears of black box algorithms and also made them ten times worse. Truly a feat! I will be sleeping with my router off!

It's a masterpiece of horror, both visceral and psychological. Since the main character is a horror writer, the story is very genre aware. There's a lot of fun to be had in the tale of "writer being followed by the monsters he wrote," and certainly no small amount of terror. It gets gory here and there, with plenty of suspense in between. Hints are laid out for the reader, enough where I was occasionally able to predict what was coming just a page or two before it landed. My jaw dropped multiple times! The writing is descriptive enough to pull you right in (and gross you out!), and it's paced near-perfectly. There's all these little moments sprinkled in that elevate the whole story, from fun references of other work to subtle clues you'll only catch on a reread.

This book will be living in my head rent-free from now on. It's about so many things and yet has interwoven them all perfectly. Fans of classic horror movies will love this story. Those of us fed up with AI generated trash will love it. Anyone who joined a WGA picket line will love it. Asexuals fed up with lack of representation will love it. People who watched multiple seasons of Supernatural will love it. Is that you? Go pick up Bury Your Gays. Be scared, be sad, be angry. But also validated, loved, and joyful.

TLDR: Read this book when it comes out on July 9!

[tangibletechnomancy]

Economic anxiety has a way of bringing out reactionary sentiment in anyone if they're not careful.

It is deeply, deeply frustrating to watch it play out in front of me in leftist spaces such that self-proclaimed leftists are using actual, literal fascist arguments about Real Art vs. Fake Art and Real Labor vs. Lazy Button-Pushing.

These things don't become any less bad when you SAY your enemy is "some rich techbro" while calling broke disabled hobbyists "evil soulless automatons".

The central logic doesn't become true when you SAY you're targeting an inhuman machine while you screech obscenities about a great replacement at its operator.

When you say one minute "there is no unskilled labor, only undervalued skills", it doesn't magically absolve you of saying "nooo, you were supposed to automate away the BAD and DEMEANING jobs with no financial safety net for the workers, not THIS one I consider RESPECTABLE" in the next breath; it only makes you a fucking hypocrite.

"Fair use for me but not for thee" is not a rational position to prevent plagiarism and forgery; it's just a means to codify an ingroup and an outgroup.

"Degenerate art" is always, ALWAYS a reactionary and proto-fascist thing to believe in, even if you wrap it up in other fancy words because you know "degenerate" is a Bad Word. "There is Good Art that makes society better and Bad Art, if you can even CALL it Art at all, that will rot our brains and turn us all into mindless drones if it's allowed to survive" cannot be made into anything but a reactionary position! Period! End of!

"Lazy button-pushers" are EXACTLY what corporations want you to think ANY automation operator is, so they can take credit away from those employees and criminally underpay them. They said the same damned thing about digital artists back in the early days of Photoshop. They say the same thing about overworked VFX artists today. You are DIRECTLY helping them make it worse with this argument.

The same old fucking trick of making you uncertain of your financial future so you lash out at other victims of the system because you "can't take the risk" of coming together to fight the actual enemy? Is working a FUCKING treat on way too many people who pride themselves on Not Being Like That - and it's even worse because a lot of the time pointing this out will get nothing but denial because maintaining pride in a leftist, progressive, pro-labor, pro-human Identity is more important to way too many people than ACTUALLY identifying the root of reactionary sentiment and the strategies used to spread it.

It makes me genuinely feel like I've fallen into a Fox News convention, hearing all these blatantly reactionary arguments and actively self-defeating strategies to Protect Labor.

[reality-detective]

More on JD Vance 👇

There's a connection here and I haven't found it as of yet. 👇

Something else to think about 👇

More dots are being connected 👇

Sidney Austin Law Firm - Specialties:

Artificial Intelligence, Accountants and Professional Liability, Agribusiness and Food, Antitrust and Competition, Aviation and Airlines, Banking and Financial Services, Capital Markets, Commercial Litigation and Disputes, Consumer Class Actions, Corporate Governance, Crisis Management, Entertainment Sports and Media, Environmental Social and Governance, Food Drug and Medical Device, Government Strategies, Healthcare, Hospitals, `National Security, Rails, Real Estate, Supreme Court, Taxes, Telecom and Internet Connection, Transportation

What do they have in common? All things the cabal controls!

Yale Graduate and Wife of JD Vance, Usha Chilukuri?? A marriage made in Freemason Cabal Heaven. She worked in the Iraqi Refugee Assistance Project. She also worked as Law Clerk for both the Supreme Court and DING DING DING worked for Chief Justice Epstein Island regular customer, John Roberts and Brett Kavanaugh. Her voting History shows she has not VOTED in Hamilton County since 2022 and voted Democrat when she lived in Connecticut......I smell a Deep State fake Republican! 👇

Connected to the CIA 👇

CIA Pride👇

Q has even mentioned a JD Vance connection in a post 👇

Feel free to go down some rabbit holes because I am just about done with what appears to be another deep state clown 🤡 👇

Has a deal been made? Was he infiltrating the swamp? Is he going to be exposing more turds floating in the punchbowl? Do you think it is odd to see all these accomplishments at the age of 39?

Trump put ass clowns like this in the spotlight for a reason in the past... Is he doing it again? Trump keeps his friends close but he keeps his enemies closer. Remember we're at war, a mop-up situation... You Decide 🤔

[back2bluesidex]

To Be Popular - JJK (18+) [Ch. 2 Preview]

↪ Patreon Membership Exclusive Series

↪ Pairing: Social Media Influencer! Jungkook X Marketing Manager! Reader ft. Yoongi

↪ Summary: You love everything about social media - apart from the ever-growing number of social media influencers. You don't understand how these people gain followers and admirers just by installing a camera and doing very basic things in front of it. And you despise how some of them can do anything to gain fame, to be popular - even if it includes uploading their bedroom scene in pornsites aka people like Jeon Jungkook.

But when your company launches a new product and your department head tasks you with signing Jeon Jungkook up as an endorsement partner - you have no choice but to chase him like the corporate slave that you are. However, things turn worse when you embroil in a dating rumor with him and have to keep the game going for the sake of everything.

is it really for the worse or things will turn in a way you never expected?  

↪ Theme: Strangers to lovers au, fake dating au, kind of enemies to lover au, angst, smut, fluff.

↪ A/N: This series will have 2k words per chapter and will be updated weekly. Hence, you can expect the first chapter sometime next week. Hope that you enjoy this one <3

Index: Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | ?

Read full Chapter on Patreon

Just a week ago you were scoffing at your laptop watching this guy make fame out of a porn video and now he is leading you god knows where to do god knows what. 

Before you could take in your surroundings, Jungkook slams you on the nearest wall. He wastes no time in locking you between his arms. 

“You really came here only to convince me? You had no other intention, huh?” He asks with the lowest possible voice. A shiver runs down through the path of your spine. 

“No. What intention would I even have? I fucked things up at the meeting so my superiors are making me clean the mess.” Your voice comes out firmer than what you thought you could manage. 

“Oh? Really? But I think there is something else to it.” Jungkook comes closer to your body. His chest touches yours. You take a sharp inhale but keep the eye-contact intact. 

Jungkook’s eyes dip down to your chest again as he continues, “you want what you watched in that video, don’t you?” he wets his lips once those vile words come out of his mouth. 

Your jaw hits the floor almost, “what the fuck? What makes you think I want you?” 

Jungkook invades whatever was left off of your personal space and whispers right into your ear, “If you accept it nicely, tell me the truth whether you got turned on or not, I will give your company a chance.”  

You gulp at his offer. 

If you say you were completely unaffected after watching him fucking his partner so well, then it will be a lie for sure. 

So… if you swallow your pride and tell him that he indeed had some kind of effect on you - he will be up for another meeting? 

“And what if I tell you the truth?” you question, looking deep into his chocolate eyes. All you see there is mirth. 

[yourfaveisfriendshaped]

Atticus Wing from Toontown: Corporate Clash Is friend shaped!!

Atticus is friend-shaped!

[mcromwell]

It's Pride Month! Remember, corporations just want your money, buy from your local queers if you want to build a stronger community. I am an agender pansexual person making weird animal art. Welcome to my tumblr, where a company is scraping my art for profit. But hey: they can never do what I do. They can never replace the human condition or the emotions behind every piece. By following me and supporting my work you're being the change: we don't want fake shit, we don't want to be pandered to, we're not afraid with engaging with the raw and the upsetting and the weird. We're humans. We're fighters. We don't need placation: we need change and justice. And we won't get there by pressing buttons on a computer to make pretty, vapid images. We don't get there by giving money to Target or Walmart or whatever. We're in this together.

[gimpyhair]

How come Gambit and Black Cat barely interact with each other? They are both thieves, Guild members, cat parents (of multiple cats!) and bisexuals (not officially for Gambit, but it was planned).

The only interaction that I am aware of is of the Pride issue. It did gave us a few crumbles of information, like:

- They go to pride parade together

- They are close enough to talk about their love life

- Remy was excited when Felicia considered joining his Guild branch

- They compliment each other

Why aren't they best friends or rivals or frenemies? Or raising an army of cats? My Marvel OTP will always be romy, but I can totally imagine them having hooked up in the past.

Adventures I can imagine them having:

- hunting down kids making fake animal rescue videos and using them to make "fake kids rescue" videos

- stealing money from shitty animals protection organizations and giving them to actual local refuges

- playdates with their cats

- arguing about the top 5 most annoying Avenger and top 5 they would fuck, over several drinks

- sending each other memes of corporates trying to celebrate pride month

- complaining about the latest Guild non-sense

Am I crazy?

[aziraphales-library]

HELLO LOVELY PEOPLE!! this might be too specific of a trope so if it is i’m sorry ab that but do you know of any fics where crowley is cursed or controlled in some way to hurt aziraphale? thanks and have a slay day!!!

Hi! Here are some fics in which Crowley is forced into hurting Aziraphale. Mind the tags and warnings on ALL of these ones, folks!...

Hell's Greatest Punishment by evilwriter37 (E)

Hell possesses Crowley and makes him hurt Aziraphale as a way of punishing him.

F to pay respects (I swear this isn't a crackfic) by satiricalScythe (NR)

In which upon failing to destroy the traitors to Heaven and Hell themselves, Gabriel and Beelzebub realize what they much do - if they can't destroy Aziraphale and Crowley, they'll make them destroy each other. Idk if this really earned the graphic depictions tag, but better safe than sorry. It was originally far more bloody but I cut a lot of parts out to make it work.

The Night Of Time by NuriaSchnee (E)

Aziraphale and Crowley are about to take their relationship to the next level when Gabriel and Michael's wrath falls on them. To punish them, they implant a fake reality into Crowley's memory in which he becomes a proper demon for a while and hurts Aziraphale several times. However, they leave Azirapahale untouched and aware that none of it has been real.

The Uncanny Valley by mozbee (E)

“Oi, Crawley.” He freezes, then turns, because you should never turn your back on a Duke of Hell. He sees the woman leering at him, and kicks himself for not paying attention before, to her blank eyes, the slightly sour smell wafting off her now he’s looking for it. “Have a nice night,” she rasps, and suddenly lifts her hand and blows a palmful of black powder into his face. Crowley coughs and stumbles back, out of the elevator, dropping to the floor, eyes watering. Its gone up his nose, down his throat; he can feel it, cloying and irritating. “What the fuck—” he tries, but suddenly he’s gripped with a new, urgent thought: angel. He pauses, mind perking up at the thought. Angel. He stares up at Hastur, who’s giggling and tossing long blonde hair over his borrowed shoulder. “That’s right, demon: you smell an angel.” “I—” It’s important, this bit about the angel, but it’s harder to put his finger on why. “You smell the angel,” Hastur says, and reaches out, to grip his chin in harsh fingers. “You want to kill the angel, don’t you, Crawley? Don’t you, demon?”

Fire in the Blood by Lurlur (E)

Heaven and Hell are in disarray, Earth is feeling the consequences. Crowley is hit with a lust curse from a rogue incubus which triggers a series of events that he'll never be able to undo. This fic features explicit rape and the aftermath. It is emotionally ugly. Look after yourselves.

Branded by Bookwormgal (M)

The mark on Crowley's face was not a tattoo. When Lucifer, still furious and his pride damaged, took out his frustration out on the first thing to catch his attention after the Fall. Rage, possessiveness, and a need to prove that he was not as weak as he felt when he was cast out spurred him into action. He claimed the broken and fallen creature in every way, relishing the confusion and fear. And he left a piece of his power tangled up in the former angel's essence, the only easily visible sign being a shape manifesting on his eventual corporeal body. But rather quickly, Lucifer found other things to occupy himself and the demon was sent up to Earth to cause some trouble. Six thousand years later and newly-enraged by the betrayal and halted apocalypse, Lucifer finally decides to make use of that power that he left behind. The devil is not one to surrender something that he'd claimed so easily. And the traitor would pay. He would make Crowley suffer.

- Mod D

[bandgie]

could you do yeonjun as a rival or enemy with dom fem reader?? hate sex all the way

a/n: omg I've never written hate sex, lets see how it goes ~

synopsis: Working up the corporate ladder has never been easy for you, but to see Yeonjun flash his fake smile to get the very positions you should've gotten make you seethe with anger. He needs to be put in his place, one way or another.

warnings: MDNI 18+, shoving, face slapping (m!), overstimulation (m!), degrading (m!), choking (m!), spitting, mentions of subspace (m!), reader is a neglectful dom, maybe some attempted murder oops, sex lol

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He started out as a simple desk job worker and made his way up to a director within a span of a year. A fucking year. You've been here for five, yet barely an assistant to him. 

Maybe it's because your skill is lacking, or maybe you just simply aren't cut out for the corporate life, but seeing Yeonjun act so unbelievably snobby about his position makes you stay just out of pure spite. 

The worst part is, he knows it. He can see how you loathe him, the way your eyes throw daggers when he's at a board meeting with you merely taking notes. You rarely ever help with actual work, yet he likes to pester you with mundane tasks. 

"A coffee would be nice.""Fax these numbers out to Soobin please.""Did you even ask for sugar in this?"

Yes, you did ask for sugar. But now you're wishing you had asked for some rat poison instead. If you ever want to wipe that stupid smirk off Yeonjun's face, you'll have to endure this for now. 

It's after hours at work. Most people have left, lights have dimmed, and computers have been shut down. You stayed though, not to help Yeonjun with his job, but for the chief talent officer, Soobin, to notice your overtime. 

If you stay quiet and not use the company phone, Yeonjun might forget you're here. That doesn't work out though, and you hear his irritating voice through the intercom from the phone. 

"I need you in my office. Urgently."

This makes your eyebrow quirk up. Yeonjun prides himself in doing work alone, then boasting about it to you. Saying that you're only useful for getting snacks and coffee. He's never said he needed you, let alone urgently.

Maybe this time you'll have actual work to do.

You rise from your chair and make your way to his office, knocking on his door before opening it. 

His appearance makes you stop in your tracks briefly. Yeonjun has discarded his tie and blazer. The top buttons of his long sleeve are undone, along with the sleeves being pushed up to his elbows to expose his delicate wrists. 

It angers you to see that he’s actually working rather than mucking around. That way, you could've reported him to Soobin and seen him step down from his position, or at the very least reprimanded. Instead, you have to pull your eyes away from his figure and take the remaining steps towards his desk.

"You called for me?"

Yeonjun nods, pushing an empty coffee cup in your direction and tapping the rim. "Refill." He gives you a saccharine smile.

You stand there, puzzled. Not that you should've expected anything less from Yeonjun, but you were hopeful he’d actually called you in for a legitimate reason for once. 

"Excuse me?" You don't hide the offended tone in your voice. 

"Coffee?" Yeonjun is ever degrading in his words. "I need a refill."

You narrow your eyes at him, "You called me here...to refill your coffee?" 

Yeonjun rolls his eyes, as if irritated that he would call you here for anything else. "No shit. What else would I need you for?"

This makes you scoff, arms folding across your chest. Yeonjun's eyes fall to your breasts, the way your cleavage barely shows at the top of your button up. Too caught up in your anger, you miss this.

"Well, I dunno maybe to do some fucking work? I'm staying over just to help out your ass and all you're asking for is coffee." Shit, maybe you shouldn't have cursed. But you can't find yourself to be concerned about that.

Yeonjun's tongue pokes out from his cheek. He stands from his chair, walking around his desk to properly face you. You've always known he's tall, he towers over most of the men in the building. In this moment, however, you can't help but feel like he's puffing out his chest. Trying to seem bigger than you, better.

It makes you enraged. 

"You? Do some work?" He laughs. "Don't be silly, assistant. You can't do shit. Only good for coffee, and even then you still fuck up."

It happened in a flash. The way your hands pushed him so harshly that his lower back hit the desk. He let out a small noise of pain before shoving you back. You know better than to put your hands on anyone, let alone a man, but those consequences are the last on your mind.

You take a few steps back from the force, and he quickly follows you. When you shove him again, he lands on the sofa nearby. Yeonjun places his hands on the couch to boost himself up, but you shove him again. 

You straddle him, hands enclosing around his neck before applying pressure. He yelps, his fingers reaching up to wrap around your wrists. If Yeonjun really wanted to, he could easily get you off. At the same time, he rather likes the feeling of your heated body on his, soft hands desperately trying to squeeze the life out of him.

Even though you’re in work pants, he can feel your warm cunt. How it grinds against his clothed cock as you keep choking him. Maybe it's due to the lack of air, but Yoenjun can feel the hard on growing in his trousers.

Now you feel it, his erection. It's poking your ass, encouraging you to keep moving against it. His eyes are rolled to the back of his head, his face turning red. You release your grip on him quickly, hearing how he coughs and gasps for air.

You should be concerned about his well-being. You nearly tried killing him. Instead, you're far more interested in his perverted arousal.

"Fuck, you're hard from that?" 

Yeonjun's still trying to gulp in oxygen, but he weakly shakes his head at you. 

"Yeah you are," you laugh. "Got all hard from me hurting you. Fucking disgusting." Despite humiliating him, you slowly grind against him, watching how his mouth falls open in a soundless moan. 

Your hands wrap around his throat again. This time, Yeonjun doesn't fight back. He instead places his hands against your hips, trying to get a momentum going. 

You pull one of your hands back and slap him across the face. The sound echoes in his empty office along with the sound of him groaning. Yeonjun's eyes sting with tears, a pink hand print quickly rising to his skin. 

"Don't fucking touch me," you spit. 

Half expecting him to disobey you, he listens instead. Yeonjun forces his hands back down to his side, clutching the cushions of the sofa. His face is stinging, it hurts to even breathe with you cutting his airways, but he's so desperate to feel you that he's willing to endure it all.

Yeonjun's face twists in pleasure when you resume humping him. He wants nothing more than to buck into you, feel you closer to him, but he remains still. He’s letting you use him like a fucktoy.

You're making sure not to squeeze too hard. You still want to hear his moans, his gasping whines. All of it goes straight to your pussy. Your underwear is sticking to your cunt. You can only assume it's the same for him and his cock.

"You like this huh?" It's too easy to berate him. "Gonna cum in your pants like a whore, aren't you?"

When he doesn't answer, you slap him again. He cries out a lot louder this time, his other cheek matching the bruised one. 

"Fuck you." Yeonjun collects a glob of saliva saliva before he spits it in your face.

It lands on your cheek, sliding down until you wipe it off. "You missed my mouth."

Yeonjun looks as if he has something to say, but you cut him off by squeezing his throat. He lets out a strangled cry, crumbling underneath you once again. The pain and pleasure blurs in his mind unsure if he wants more of your touch or none of it.

A precise drag on your hips has him moaning. Yeonjun realizes how close he’s getting and he hasn't even seen your tits. He doesn't want to cum, not like this. Staining his pants white with the burning memory of who did this to him.

You notice this. How he's moving wildly, knuckles turning white from keeping in his place, how his hips can't help but match your movements. You're debating if you should let him cum, if he even deserves it. The desperation in his voice, however, motivates you to finish him off. 

Yeonjun is trying his best not to cum, head thrashing around in an attempt to fight it. But he's starting to feel weird, the feeling of suffocating nearly gone. There's no pain left when all he feels in you on the verge of fucking him to death. Why should he hold himself back from pure pleasure? From that dreamy state his mind so badly wants to seep into?

With no more fight left in him, Yeonjun cums with a loud cry. He can feel the wet substance coat his boxers, dripping on his thighs. It smears as you continue to ride him, uncaring how uncomfortable it must feel.

Yeonjun almost whines when you stop. You grab him by the shoulders, pinning him back down flat on the couch. He's still coming down from his high when you're unbuckling his pants, peeling off his soiled clothes before you bare witness to his leaking cock.

"Look at that," you say more to yourself than to him. "Cumming all over your pants at work. Tsk, tsk, tsk. What would Soobin say?"

There should be a sense of panic in Yeonjun at your empty threat. Will you take pictures of him and send them to the company group-chat? Maybe even print out the pictures for everyone to see what a slut Yeonjun really is? He doesn't care, he doesn't even think about those things.

Yeonjun focuses on the way you abandon your own dress pants, your underwear. He moans at the sight of your swollen clit, the arousal sticking to your thighs. His cock twitches in excitement. 

He wants it bad. 

It's hard to hover over him, but you make do. One hand grips his cock while the other is on his neck. He doesn't make a peep when you pump his sensitive cock. Where Yeonjun is right now, there's no overwhelming pleasure to be felt. Just the aching desire of wanting to feel his length between your gushy walls.

You slide his tip over your clit, lowering his cock enough until it teases your entrance. 

"God. Can't believe you're still hard. You gonna cum again?"

It's not that Yeonjun doesn't want to respond, he simply can't. There's not a coherent thought in his brain, yet hearing you say 'cum' makes him start whining. 

As if it was possible, you get wetter. Watching the very man who's humiliated you becoming a babbling mess. It's tempting to keep teasing him, but you don't think you can hold out much longer. 

To test how far gone he is, you give a soft smack against his cheek. 

No response, no stunned look. Just hazy, crossed eyes looking up at yours pleadingly. "Fuck," you moan. "There's nothing in there huh?"

You finally pop the head of his cock inside. It stretches you out, a slight stinging sensation from its thickness. You sink a few more inches down before dragging yourself off it, then back down. 

You do this a few more times until Yeonjun's deep inside, your ass pressed against his thighs fully. You shiver on top of him, hands finding purchase on his chest. You rock on him, letting his cock rub against your walls before you pick up your hips just to slam them back down.

Yeonjun throws his head back, whimpering at the feeling. It's so tight inside you, he doesn't think there was anyway he could go back to jerking himself off. 

His hands are flailing around, trying to find something to grab onto. You take pity on him and place them on your hips. Yeonjun doesn't bounce you on his cock like you think he would, he doesn't even have a tight grip on you. He's just finding pleasure in your warm skin as you find pleasure in him.

Finding rhythm is easy, especially when Yeonjun is pliant below you. Moans and wails find their way out of you. His cock is perfect inside you, pussy clenching onto him relentlessly. No matter how much of an ass he is, at least he's got good dick.

You feel him twitch inside you, small gasps leaving his lips. You take in the ugly bruises on his neck, the red marks on his face. Yeonjun looks absolutely ruined. You've dwindled him down to nothing, just a piece of flesh desperate for pleasure. 

He's going to cum again. He wants to cum again. Yeonjun tries to let you know but all he can say is, "Cum! Cumming!"

There's a small voice in your head telling you to stop. To pull him out and make him finish on his stomach. It's not a good idea to have the person you hate most finish inside you, but the thought of getting off his dick is impossible.

So you don't stop. You don't stop bouncing on him even after he cums. There's no rest for him, no chance to properly ride out his high for the second time tonight. You're milking his orgasm, forcing some of his cum out of your pussy from how quickly you're riding him.

Yeonjun slips further into his floaty space, finding comfort in the euphoric feeling. Small little uh uh uh's are all he can manage. It should hurt, but pain is the last thing he's feeling.

"Not fair," you're breathless. "Getting to cum twice while I haven't once. You're really good for nothing."

You're getting close though. The cum from Yeonjun and the arousal your cunt is producing make great lubrication. Your hands move from Yeonjun's chest to your clit. 

It would be better if Yeonjun was the one playing with your pussy, but he's clearly incapable of anything right now.

You clench around his semi-hard cock when you rub yourself. The increase in pressure makes Yeonjun shake. He starts to cry, soft tears running down his face. Even if his mind can't keep up with the overstimulation, his body can.

Both of you are on the brink of orgasm. You plant Yeonjun's cock deep inside, switching to swiveling your hips instead. Your fingers move faster, desperate whimpers on your tongue.

Yeonjun cums before you, not that it's surprising anymore. It's a broken noise that leaves his lips. The sound brings you to the edge, finally finishing on his abused cock. 

Warmth leaks out of you, seeping onto his dick. You stay on his dick, letting your pussy pulse and twitch around his length. Just to hear him whine again, you bounce yourself on him a few more times before slipping him out. 

Your cunt overflows with cum onto Yeonjun's stomach. It drips onto his couch, embedding itself there.

He's spasming, still moaning like he hasn't stopped cumming. Yeonjun's eyes are closed, eyebrows pressed together, mouth hanging open. You grab Yeonjun's pants, using it to wipe yourself clean before you drop it back down to the floor.

Then you're getting dressed. Slipping on your drenched underwear and buttoning your pants at the top. You kneel down to Yeonjun's wrecked state, guilt tugging at your conscience. 

Maybe you should clean him up, or at the very least, snap him back to reality. That's the morally right thing to do, but he looks like he might fall asleep instead. 

Would he wake up covered in cum? Or would Soobin find him in this perverted state? The thought is too tempting to give up, so you stand back up, deciding to leave Yeonjun in his pathetic condition. 

When he does wake up, he'll remember who did this. Who humiliated him beyond comprehension.

His 'useless' assistant.

a/n: feedback is appreciated! thank you @then-make-me for editing and revising!!

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Evie is such a nice gal!! (🧢)

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Julie Joyful~ Evie actually doesn’t TOTALLY dislike Julie it’s just her being so…..joyful kinda sets Evie off internally, I don’t wanna spoiler any Evie lore but Julie is such a captivating and well intentioned person really makes her a polar opposite of Evie, kinda jealous but doesn’t know it, Evie just never saw good things when being kind so it’s more so of an “you earn my respect” thing with her, which is why Julie bewilders her. In terms of their overall dynamic, I imagine Julie invites Evie to join her in a lot of things regardless but Evie dismisses her, maybe ignores her at times when she’s REALLY not in the mood, later on though I imagine Evie warms up to Julie, still a bit tough though.

Sally Starlet~ I mean a star will always be a star! Evie admired that tenacity and creativity Sally has, someone like her captures the rooms attention in an instant and that potential has the ability to be a great leader in marketing! Evie is pretty chill with Sally, unless she comments on Evie and Howdys whole will they won’t they thing then Evie gets the urge to strangle to young theatre nerd.

Poppy Partridge~ Evie is really fond of the bird, really wants Poppy to go headstrong, Evie used to be timid and her now life long paranoia was a bit of a helper when it came to business, trust noone! Everybody is after you! Yeah Evie found comfort in those thoughts but Poppy is a whole different story, it makes their dynamic fun, Evie often comes to Poppy about certain things and Poppy listens, the two are comfortable in each others presence, Evie doesn’t register fear or paranoia because it’s what helped her get this far.

Eddie Dear~ Eddie reminds Evie a lot of her younger self, hard working with a smile on her face for others, that’s till she learned the hard truth about the corporate ladder, Evie finds the mailman charming, Evie actually going out of her way to connect with him, Eddie and Evie are pretty close, Evie insists on him unwinds and invites him to her house often, she wants to build him up! Eddie and Evie have seen a lot from each other and Evie is able to understand Eddie easily without and Eddie helps Evie be a little less antagonistic with the other neighbours and offers what information he can about them.

Wally Darling~ I dunno something about Wally’s demeanour and Home, really sets her off, kinda sees him as an eccentric artist because of the way him and home communicate, also Evie is really fast paced in the way she speaks and is like s radio host a lil bit, lots of personality in the way she composes herself, Wally is just a weird lil goober but honestly she just immediately hates everyone, except Eddie.

Howdy Pillar~ OHHHH THE WAY THIS MAN GETS ON HER NERVESSSS, she buys 2 oranges and the bug wants a SMILE?!!?! Hey buddy, ‘100 percent off’ isn’t a true sale if EVERYTHING IS FREE ANYWAYS, what’s the point of even owning a bodega? Oooo and the way he’s so nice to Evie, not even offended by her heavy criticism of his business? His infectious smile is constant, just waving her off and complimenting her, NO PRIDE WITHIN THIS MAN WHEN IT COMES TO HIS FAKE BUISNESS UGHHHHH Evie thinks about him constantly ranting to Eddie, not even registering the fact she might be interested in him, the woman marches up to his bodega almost everyday, a barrage of verbal attacks and he looks….delighted, just watching her speak and tear into him so eloquently, his look of endearment every time, in fact Howdy considers her diatribes a form of payment special for her, after ranting she’s just breathless and swipes her bag while stomping her heels away, his gaze lingering in her mind, she’ll break into him soon.

Barnaby B Beagle~ honestly he just reminds Evie of personality hires, his laid back and jokester personality just irritates her, it’s worst when he sees her whole thing with Howdy for himself, the jokes are endless. Also Barnaby reminds her of comedians and Evie doesn’t respect comedians.

Frank Frankly~ honestly their whole dynamic is like

“wow what a colourful patch of grass imagine the-

“-Mall that can be built on this plot.”

“Ecosystem-what.”

Then a 5 hour debate ensues, though Evie really enjoys the opposition, she loves to argue but also Frank and Evie end up offering each other fresh prospective which is cool, they don’t mess with each other like that though so but the rivalry is pretty entertaining.