Need a fic where Jack is chubby 🥺 and Robby loves to bite his love handles, pot belly, thighs, round ass, peach, tits! Jack pretends he doesn't like it, but secretly he loves it and giggles. 🥰😩 Please, I beg!
I've been tossing around some more Rabbot-comic ideas, but in the mean time, wanted to do something a little bit silly.
So here's one of Santos' many group-chat updates, chronicling the (mis-)adventures to, at, and coming home from the medical conference she, Whitaker, Robby, and Jack got roped into attending.
My brother said he wanted Butcher to get the V1 too so he could spend the rest of eternity beating the fuck out of Homelander as he chases after him forever.
Like just give HL an eternal hell on earth until he kills himself.
Abbot, to Robby: Bro, you better shut the fuck up before I look at you one day and feel warm and realize I’ve fallen in love with you, bro. I’m serious, quit it, dude.
Every time Robby or Abbot have any interaction with a woman that could be interpreted as flirting the camera cuts to the other like it's a law in the universe. Which could mean nothing
maybe a really cute one for the new-homo-robby verse:
Jack dressed to the nines and Robby being like…baby you are so beautiful but you do know that I don’t like…need this.
and Jacks all flustered and is internally like…oh no I’m going to have to explain to my boyfriend that IM REALLY INTO THIS.
and robby is just like…jackie i have known the whole time. no man buys this many matching outfits without being into into it.
"You're absolutely stunning, baby," Robby says, kissing Jack's cheeks and neck, sweeping his hands over Jack's waist in his red satin gown, skintight and hugging all the right places, "but you don't need to dress to the nines to get my attention or make me happy, you know that, right?"
He sounds so fond and loving; Jack is a bit speechless. His inner monologue is whirling, wondering how to explain Robby that he hasn't been dressing like this just for Robby's sake for a long time--
But Robby picks up on it. "I know," he whispers with a smile against Jack's lips. "No man buys this many matching outfits unless you're into it yourself. I know you haven't been doing this just to please me for a long, long time." He sweeps Jack up in his arms and kisses him again, purring, "But I certainly don't mind the benefits, sweetheart."
Jack sighs, happy to be his sweetheart, all dolled up and perfect.
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