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Biblically accurate 30-something year old Jack Abbot with his kid since dad!Abbot (more specifically, dads!Rabbot) is such a popular AU.

(From Southland 3x10)

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another prompt before bed

jack + spit

He fucks you like he’s mad at you, hands underneath you, fingers pressing hard where they grip your ass. With your hips angled toward his, Jack pistons in and out of your cunt, keeps telling you how sloppy it is, how desperate you are for his cock, how you should be embarrassed because, “what kinda girl begs a man twice her age to fuck her, huh? You hear how sloppy this pussy is now? Can’t believe you let me do this…”

He’s being so mean, and you’re eating it up, keening and crying and, just as he said, begging for him.

Every single thrust has him rubbing against the swollen bundle inside of you, juice leaking, sometimes even spraying out of you when he pulls back and uses four fingers to slap your clit just hard enough to milk more fluid from your you. When Jack coaxes an almost painful orgasm out of you, you fucking gush for him.

Trembling beneath him, you see him panting, and the movement of his hips slows to a gentle rock as he leans forward, bracing himself on his forearms.

“You must be dehydrated after all that,” he comments, voice raspy and breathless.

The noise you make is pitiful as the head of his thick cock nestles up against your cervix.

“Let me help with that, baby, open up for me.”

Drunk off endorphins, you follow the command, then another when Jack adds, “tongue out.”

He nods in approval when you obey, strokes your chin with his thumb, and you watch the way his stubbled jaw works, his lips twisting and pushing outward. Then, without any other warning, he spits right on the back of your tongue—quick and harsh and so fucking hot, it makes your pussy clench.

“Such a sweet girl,” he grins, showing off perfect pretty teeth and picking up his previous rhythm—“don’t swallow that ‘til I tell you to.”

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a bit more of dark!Robby

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He Loves You Like I Do

Charles Leclerc x Wife!Reader

It was subtle at first.

Little signs that your son, barely past his first birthday, had already chosen you as his favorite person in the entire universe.

Not that Charles minded. Okay, maybe he did. A little.

Because this morning, for the fourth time in a row, your baby reached for you and only you — refusing his papa’s open arms with a frown and a pitiful whimper that said How dare you not be holding me, Mama?

Charles stood there in his Ferrari hoodie, hair messy from sleep, watching his mini-me bury his face in your neck like he’d been gone from you for years — when you’d literally just gone to the bathroom.

You looked up and gave Charles a knowing look, whispering behind the baby’s ear, “He missed me.”

Charles raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. “He saw you three minutes ago, amour.”

“I know,” you smiled, running a gentle hand over your son’s curls. “But that’s like… a decade in baby time.”

Your son turned to glance at Charles, wide green eyes blinking, cheeks squished against your shoulder.

“Papa,” Charles said softly, trying again, holding out his arms. “Come here, mon petit. Papa missed you.”

The baby didn’t even move.

He looked back at Charles. Considered it. Then shook his head with all the sass of a toddler who knew his power.

Charles pressed a hand to his heart. “Oof. That one hurt.”

You were laughing now, rocking your son side to side. “Maybe he just needs some mama time.”

“You said that yesterday,” Charles mumbled, though his eyes were full of love as he stepped closer, brushing his fingers along your arm. “And the day before.”

“I think he’s a mama’s boy,” you whispered proudly, kissing the top of your son's head.

Charles leaned down and kissed you.

“I don’t blame him,” he said, voice low. “I fell for you the same way.”

Your son giggled — a real belly laugh — and Charles’ eyes softened. He could be jealous all he wanted, but nothing, nothing, beat the sound of his family like this.

Charles wrapped an arm around both of you, whispering in mock seriousness, “I’ll win him back. I’ll bribe him with chocolate when you’re not looking.”

“You’ll be the reason he needs a dentist by two.”

“Then I’ll pay for the dentist.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, but your son suddenly reached one chubby hand toward Charles’ face, patting his cheek softly — the smallest of apologies. Then, with no warning, he leaned out of your arms… and into Charles’.

Charles caught him mid-air, stunned but thrilled, holding him tightly.

“Well,” he grinned, looking at you. “That only took a week of rejection.”

Your son snuggled into his chest this time, blinking up at him, one tiny thumb in his mouth.

And Charles, swaying both of you gently, whispered like a secret:

“He loves you just like I do.”

This was Requested.🫶🏼

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SHAWN HATOSY KTLA 5 Morning News 6.18.2025

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⋆·˚ ༘ * introducing ... florist!reader

ꨄ︎ you run a little flower store in pittsburgh, sagewood floral supply. a majority of your customers are boyfriends and husbands looking for something special for date night. your conversations almost never get past what kind of flowers their girlfriend would like.

ꨄ︎ so when a man comes in looking to impress a first date and starts asking about your favourites? it's hard not to feel a little swept off your feet. and when he comes in almost weekly to get more flowers for who you presume is now his girlfriend, it's hard not to feel a little jealous of the woman you think is on the receiving end of all these florals.

⋆·˚ ༘ * introducing ... down bad!robby

𖦹 the first time robby stopped by your store it was to get flowers for a date. said date didn't go so well and he's then met with the realization that he had a better time chatting with the florist than with his date.

𖦹 robby's home now smells better than it ever has with countless bouquets scattered all over the house as he buys flowers he has no use for just so he has a reason to see you again.

lace dividers are by @ cursed-carmine !!

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landog

oscat

pupaya

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It would take 10 swat teams and a grenade to get me off of him

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Bothersome beast, comforting friend

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It's Her Car - LN

Summary: People praise Lando for his new car but he regrets to inform people it's actually his girlfriend's...his girlfriend who doesn't have a license or drive at all, meaning he acts her chauffeur.

Word count: 923

Y/n openly admits she's a car whore. She loves a car, and it didn't surprise her family in the slightest when she came home with Lando introducing him as an F1 driver. They figured she'd end up with someone who is good at driving and loves cars.

"We saw you've added another car to your collection." An interviewer asks on the Thursday making Lando raise and eyebrow before he realises what car they're referring to and just suppresses a laugh.

"I have?" Lando questions in a smirk even cocking his head a little.

"The new Porsche GT3 RS? You've been spotted around in it."

"Oh that's not mine. That's my girlfriend's. She can't drive so she just buys cars for me to chauffeur her around in." Lando states then shrugging a little when he gets shot a slightly off looking expression. "She likes cars."

"Is she here with you this weekend?"

"Yeah, probably kicking about the car park inspecting everyone's cars herself. I'll get a full run down later about the best ones she saw."

The interviewer seems equally concerned and amused which just about sums up how Lando first felt when y/n had came to him telling him about her thoughts on the cars that people in the paddock had driven in.

He finishes up media and does check his phone to find a couple texts from her saying she's gone on a mission and she'll see him later.

What Lando doesn't see coming is his girlfriend returning with a surprise.

"What the hell." Lando laughs with a groan as he's summoned to the car park where y/n is sitting on the hood of a Porsche 911 Coupe, it's vintage though he can't quite tell what year. "How did you get this here?"

"The guy that sold me it drove it here with me in the passenger seat."

"You should've called me." Lando grumbles since he's not the biggest fan of y/n being driven around by some guy that no doubt felt taken by her enough to take a break of some kind and have to find his own way back to the dealership.

"You were busy and I was impulse buying." Y/n shrugs then grinning at the man. "Plus I wanted to surprise you."

"Mission successful." Lando nods then moving to wrap his arm around her, picking her up and spinning her around. "Give me the keys then."

"You can't drive it yet, you're not done for the day-also officially the nicest car in the place." Y/n grins making Lando smile and shake his head at her. "Fine, the nicest vintage car in the place. It's from 1984..."

"You picked a good one, that's for certain. But no surprise there." Lando hums then kissing her cheek while she feels his hand tuck into her pocket knowing exactly where she's got the keys. "Thank you very much."

"Thief."

"Yeah, it'll be me down as a driver on the insurance so I'll sort of need them." Lando hums making y/n sigh in defeat to that. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"And for the record, everyone loves your GT3. Thought it was my car."

"I hope you corrected them, that custom job took ages-"

"I mean you got it customised with nods to me on it."

Y/n smiles a little shyly since that's very true, she even let him choose the number plate which sticks with his brand. An easy way to mistake it as his car in that regard.

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"Can we go...out?" Y/n asks making Lando look away from his game that he was just finishing up anyway but he wasn't intending to go out. It's late. Like so late it's very early.

"Alright." Lando nods knowing y/n just likes to go out for drives at night, insisting they drive in one of her cars. In fact he's beginning to neglect his own collection from how often he's driving her cars instead.

"Thank you." Y/n grins leaning over and kissing him softly. "I love you."

"You're welcome, I'll finish up and we can get moving." Lando promises making her mumble that she's going to get changed while he does that.

Y/n decides to just put on some stolen clothes from Lando before they head out and Lando sighs seeing which car she wants to use and of course she chooses the GT3 RS since she noticed fans love the car especially since it does actually match Lando's other Porsche which is actually his.

"Are you-fuck sake." Lando laughs noticing y/n taking a video to capture him driving her around.

Of course she posts it on her story with the caption of "my taxi driver" and within minutes there's a million and ten replies.

"You just live to taunt my poor fans." Lando laughs shaking his head while she sighs and leans back a little.

"I'm just flexing the luxuries I have." Y/n giggles while shuffling down in the passenger seat. "It's not my fault if they can't handle that I have their dream life."

"Woah. Humble really doesn't know your name, does it?"

"Not when it comes to the fact that I got you." Y/n smirks before sitting up and kissing his cheek. "I'm forever grateful for the life I have with you, Lando and I can't wait to buy more cars for you to drive me around in-and I'll document all of them."

"Good." Lando nods moving his hand to her thigh for a moment.

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From experience, 20 year old men who enjoy misogynistic humor (or joke about domestic violence) never become respectful, nice men towards women

It’s never “just humor” or “just a mistake” because they were young and being silly

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more mutt doodling~

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MY LADY JANE (2024) 1.02: WILD THING

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Isack Hadjar, You won the gold medal in inverse empathy. Not everyone can find humor in domestic violence, but you can: quite a talent.

Find out what religion the stinky frog belongs to and let me know 🫵.