jack abbot who doesn’t let you wear panties to dinner 💌 mdni, 18+

jack who spends so long between your legs that in order to even make your reservation during the grace period you needed to rush.

you begged him to just cancel dinner and finish what you both started but jack, of course, refused under the premise of “wanting to wine and dine his pretty girl”

you already picked your cute little dress out hours ago and when you go to slip it on along with a pair of panties, jack stops you.

his big hand wraps around your waist to settle on your stomach. “ah ah ah. think those belong to me.”

jack who stuffs your panties in his pocket and ushers you out the door before you can even get a word out <3

dinner itself is beyond torture. jack keeps his hand on your hip all the way till you reach the table, fingers running over where your panty lines should be.

you’re squirming the entire time, head all fuzzy from the teasing and touching that has been going on all damn day.

or maybe it’s the fact that a mix of jack’s cum and your release is dripping out of you or the fact that your thighs are marked up with fresh teeth indents.

and when the waiter comes to take your order jack has to tell him what you want because your mind is still far too cloudy <3

the waiter offers you a desert menu to which jack nudges your ankle under the table. he politely declines, handing over his metal card without even looking at the number on the check.

“i think we’re all right,” he starts, eyes drifting over to you. “i got dessert at home.”

i’m losing it I’M LOSING IT!!!!! 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

right right starting what we can’t finish jack 💔

this is so hot i’m gonna die

plsss this is supposed to be me i can feel it!!!!!

kissing your brain august baby this was so yummy ♡

jack abbot talks to your cunt as if it’s sentient. coos a “hi pretty girl” towards her when he spreads your legs, compliments her for tasting so good, for being so wet. spanks her when she’s being naughty. if you try to chime in, he just shoves his fingers, or your panties, or a gag in your mouth. he’s not interested in what you have to say. he’s talking to his favorite girl.

who antisemitic and media illiterate pitt "fans" think is pulling the strings and making everyone suffer:

who is ACTUALLY pulling the strings, making everybody miserable, and is the only antagonist in the pitt:

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I wanna do this omg

Dr. Robby + reading glasses 2.02 | “8:00 A.M.”

"listening to women and their needs, and SERVICING their needs." shawn hatosy is the sexiest man alive for saying that alone.

robby who makes his controversially young gf wash his motorbike in a bikini and denim shorts that cling perfectly to her ass, especially when she bends over.

he sits on a lawn chair in the shade and spends more time looking over his glasses at her than at the book on his lap.

she gets about halfway through cleaning the bike when robby calls her over and tells her they’re going inside

Thinking about Shawn Hatosy’s back muscles

Specifically as season 4 Pope Cody

─ ⊹ ⊱ ꕤ｡˚⋆ you’re notoriously sensitive . . . but robby doesn’t mind 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯⋆. ❤︎⁠︎⁠ ⁠︎⁠

“Baby, baby. You have to stop crying, honey. You’re breaking my heart,” Robby coos with a gentle palm on your cheek as you heave another sob. He’d been trying to talk you down for hours to no avail, but a bad day at work meant you’d left teetering the line between fine and not — right now, you were the epitome of the latter.

“I know, I’m sorry, Mikey,” you sniffle with tears free falling. You nuzzle into the gentleness of his palm, but feel guilty for accepting his touch. He shouldn’t have to play shrink because of your oversensitivity.

Robby thinks that sentiment is nonsense. He can see it on your face without you having to vocalize it. He tilts his head and kisses your tears away for the umpteenth time. His other hand rubs circles into your back where he’s had you cradled since this all started. “Why’re you sorry, baby?”

“Because I — I’m so anxious all the time. All I do is cry and cry and take everything personally and you don’t deserve to deal with it.”

“Deserve it?” Robby scoffs. “I don’t deserve you, baby — I earned you. And with that, I earned everything you come with, the good parts and bad. I signed on for this, honey. And I’m not going anywhere,” he says. “Got it?”

The declaration only makes you cry harder. His tone of voice and its genuineness. Like he means it. Like you’re a prize and not a punishment, and that he isn’t eternally damned because he chose a girl with a soft heart. It’s touching, overly so, and it only has you sobbing harder.

But Robby’s prepared for that. He pulls you closer on instinct, lets you cry into the crook of his neck, and rubs your back in soothing motions. “Mhm,” you mumble simply in turn. It’s all you can manage without choking up further.

Robby doesn't mind that either. “There’s my girl. S’all I want, okay? You never burden me, ever. Never will. That’s a promise,” Robby says, brushing away the tear-stricken hairs that litter your cheeks and forehead. “Enough tears, honey. That’s it, just let me hold you” ♡

another crybaby reader fic on my feed 🫰🏼🫰🏼🫰🏼🫰🏼🫰🏼🫰🏼🫰🏼🫰🏼🫰🏼it’s like it’s my birthday or something!!! this was ugh! perfection

crybaby reader truther 4L 🤞 thank you so so much my love!

─ ⊹ ⊱ ꕤ｡˚⋆ you’re notoriously sensitive . . . but robby doesn’t mind 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯⋆. ❤︎⁠︎⁠ ⁠︎⁠

“Baby, baby. You have to stop crying, honey. You’re breaking my heart,” Robby coos with a gentle palm on your cheek as you heave another sob. He’d been trying to talk you down for hours to no avail, but a bad day at work meant you’d left teetering the line between fine and not — right now, you were the epitome of the latter.

“I know, I’m sorry, Mikey,” you sniffle with tears free falling. You nuzzle into the gentleness of his palm, but feel guilty for accepting his touch. He shouldn’t have to play shrink because of your oversensitivity.

Robby thinks that sentiment is nonsense. He can see it on your face without you having to vocalize it. He tilts his head and kisses your tears away for the umpteenth time. His other hand rubs circles into your back where he’s had you cradled since this all started. “Why’re you sorry, baby?”

“Because I — I’m so anxious all the time. All I do is cry and cry and take everything personally and you don’t deserve to deal with it.”

“Deserve it?” Robby scoffs. “I don’t deserve you, baby — I earned you. And with that, I earned everything you come with, the good parts and bad. I signed on for this, honey. And I’m not going anywhere,” he says. “Got it?”

The declaration only makes you cry harder. His tone of voice and its genuineness. Like he means it. Like you’re a prize and not a punishment, and that he isn’t eternally damned because he chose a girl with a soft heart. It’s touching, overly so, and it only has you sobbing harder.

But Robby’s prepared for that. He pulls you closer on instinct, lets you cry into the crook of his neck, and rubs your back in soothing motions. “Mhm,” you mumble simply in turn. It’s all you can manage without choking up further.

Robby doesn't mind that either. “There’s my girl. S’all I want, okay? You never burden me, ever. Never will. That’s a promise,” Robby says, brushing away the tear-stricken hairs that litter your cheeks and forehead. “Enough tears, honey. That’s it, just let me hold you” ♡

this is literally me 😭

UGHH I NEED HIM SO BADD

LYNNIE THIS WAS EVERYTHING I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!! SWEET ROBBY IS SO PRECIOUS TO ME

THANK YOU JEMMA BBY ILYSMMM 💖 no seriously you get it i’m gonna go crazy if i can’t have him </333 ugh