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reader begging robby to pull out (anxious he'll leave if you get pregnant) and robby trying to figure out if he can get away with staying inside if he fucks you well enough (anxious you'll leave him if you don't have a baby reason to stay for)
You have to understand: this is like the Golden Retriever they put in with the Cheetahs. Steve is the twitchy one, at all times. He is not the Golden Retriever, it doesn’t matter that he’s big and blond. His “flight” response does not exist. His “fight” response used to be outsize to his abilities, and then they gave him a body that could handle it. He needs a barometer for when a situation is actually “fight.” Natasha has the training, Natasha is used to making it appear like no situation is “fight” up until she murks you. Natasha is the Golden Retriever. If she is chill, he can relax. (He doesn’t, always, but that’s more proof.)
[id: a series of gifs from various mcu movies, each showing steve rogers turning to look at natasha romanov with an uncertain look on his face in response to which she either nods, shakes her head, or gestures to him, each captioned, “Natasha?”]
we are all forgetting Robby is the kind of man to sit on a couch for five whole seconds and immediately start snoring like a 70-year-old man. Head back. Mouth open. annoying the shit out of abbot
Summary: Andy Barber is so desperate to lose the stigma surrounding him he's willing to let himself be used and abused by his boss.
Warnings: Implied smut, Sexism (Matriarchy AU), Sexual harassment, Workplace harassment. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.
Part of the Matriarchy AU.
The sounds coming from Melinda's office are aggravating to listen to. The woman has absolutely no shame about using her poor employee for her own pleasure. Rumor has it she's ordered him on his knees just about every morning.
And you know her choice is really just another power trip for her. There are other men in the company but they've got prospects. They have good chances at being sole Husband for a woman. It's the main reason men get jobs, after all; to attract a Wife.
But Andrew was a PR hire. Her Majesty has been caving more to the Men's Rights causes, giving tax benefits to those companies that hired more men or, in his case, men whose families had black marks on their records. By all accounts Andrew should lucky to even have work given his father's criminal history against women. But the man had the mental skills needed for the job and the company execs wanted to look good to Her Majesty. In fact, his hiring caused Her Majesty to promote the business as "things are more equal than they once were."
Melinda's treatment of him has you knowing otherwise.
Andy flinches as he steps outside of his boss' office. He knows he looks like a mess. He feels like it, too. Melinda has a private bathroom in her office but she still refuses to let Andy wash his face after their sessions. Hell, he's still not allowed to call her Melinda. He has to call her by her title, Madam Benefry. She offers no warmth except for what's between her legs and he knows he can never expect more. He is a man in a woman's world. A man with a family history that makes him next to worthless except for what he can provide with his tongue and hands.
When he was hired, he'd been full of hope that he could make a life for himself. But he quickly learned better. The only thing he lives for are his boss's promises of making him her Husband. Sure, replacing her current Husband could be a hassle, especially as she's already had two children by him, but she'd be good for her word. He just needs to keep showing her he's worth the trouble. Showing her his willingness to learn her wants and needs. Prove himself to be a good man who can meet her every whim.
Part of him knows her words are empty. That he'll never be enough and she'll forever just lead him on. But if he doesn't obey, he could lose his job and then where would he be? Not just a bad family reputation, but also a black mark on his employment history? He'll be destitute. Best to just take the humiliation. At least he can pay his share of the bills for the tiny apartment he shares with a couple other men.
It takes him a while to get to the men's bathroom on one of the lower floors so he can wash his face. Another of the reasons he knows Melinda doesn't let him wash his face in her office. He has to wear her juices on his face, a reminder to him and those in the office that he's her side piece. Doesn't stop other women from slapping his ass and telling him to smile, though.
The men in the building had tried to push for more bathrooms but they've always been laughed off and told that the ratio of men to women is so abysmal, they really only needed the few bathrooms they have. Andy made sure he wasn't part of that push because he can't risk this job.
"And that will conclude today's meeting," Melinda announces. "Andrew will type up the notes and make sure everyone gets a copy of them, right handsome?"
"Yes, Madam Benefry," Andy monotones.
"Oh don't be like that," Melinda admonishes. "You're so much cuter when you smile."
"Sorry, Madam Benefry," he replies with a small smile.
"Ugh, leave the poor man alone," you groan. "No one wants to smile after such a long meeting."
"Well if he ever wants to be more than a secretary, he'll have to show he can do everything with a smile," she purrs.
Andy blushes and quickly makes his way to his desk.
When as he's out of hearing range you look at Melinda.
"As if you'll ever actually make him a Husband," you chide.
"How I treat my employees is none of your concern," she bites back.
"It kinda is when your moans are so loud we're getting complaints from the other floors!"
Instead of flinching like you'd hoped, Melinda gives you an evil grin.
"He can be very good with that mouth of his."
"But not good enough for even a Harem job?"
"Oh you know his background," she scoffs. "Bringing that kind of thing into my home, with my daughter? It's unconscionable. He could be a danger to her. Especially if he teaches my son how to be like him."
"You mean teaching your son to be an obedient puppy?"
Melinda gives you a look that was probably intended to make you wilt. She's clearly used to dealing with underlings, not equals in power.
"Maybe I'll take him off your hands," you offer. "It's about time I got myself a Husband."
"He's damaged goods," she jeers.
"Clearly not if you're keeping him around," you counter.
"He's my side piece and if you give him any hope of getting out from under my desk, I'm firing him and making his reputation so tainted not even the Queen could redeem him."
"I'll keep that in mind," you promise, your mind already thinking of ways to get Andy out from under her control.
character in a movie: Oh no, angry dog, please don’t bite me!
the dog: I’m at work! I’m doing so good at being at work! I’m barking because my handler gave the sign ‘bark’! I am going to get such a good grade in being a dog actor, which is completely possible to achieve, and normal to want! I am doing a great job! I am proud of myself for doing such a great job! I love this, because I’d make it physically impossible to get anything done if I wasn’t enjoying it! I’m barking!
I love seeing dogs and wolves in movies because they’re acting so vicious but also their tails are wagging so hard unless the post-processing guys specifically edited out the tails (which is slightly less obvious but also hilarious in a different way once you spot it).
This is why I love the dog in the original casting of The Thing so damn much. I have never seen an acting dog move with such a deliberate, calm intent. It was like every single motion and gesture this animal made was intentional.
Apparently, according to the behind-the-scenes documentation, this dog was just fuckin like that. Almost never, if at all, looked at the camera crews and production teams. Never excitedly wagged his tail on set no matter how much of a good boy he was being. If he did, it was the same… deliberate motions.
His name was Jed, and even though he’s a dog, he deserves an oscar. He was an exceptionally good boy.
That dog was delivering straight up Shakespearean performances, and he probably was saddled with human coworker who had to make use of such unprofessional things as second takes.
thinking abt dad!robby being huge and just pinning his girl to the bed and railing her like no tommorrow… he’s so big and heavy that you can’t do anything but lay there and take it while you whimper because his cock is so fat it’s literally splitting you in half
oh woah,, woah,, this is , this is a lot
tw: breeding kink!
dad!robby just pounding into you in the early morning, his hand clamped over your mouth. his weight pins you to the bed as robby gasps quietly in your ear. maybe a quiet moan slips out every now and then, a curse or two. he’s trying not to wake the kids, but that doesn’t mean he won’t whisper to you about how nice it would be to have another. meanwhile you’re just nodding along to whatever he’s saying because he’s so hot and big and sexy and— wait, did you take your birth control this morning?
something something whatever trixie mattel said about hot potent dad nut being functional
