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23, she/they, pope cody's girl, rabbot truther, shawn hatosy lover ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

[wizardnaturalist]

a book should be $5 a little drink should be $2 and museum access should be free and all hours

[zivistardust]

Self indulgent but Pope Cody who loves a tummy.

Pope Cody who’s spent his whole life around mindlessly muscular and strong men, who never really had to work hard for those abs, who just had em. Who finds a soft belly to be the ultimate display of femininity. You’re not supposed to look like him, why would he ever want that? Women are supposed to have bellies. For babies and stuff, he doesn’t know okay.

All he knows is he fucking loves it.

At first you were self conscious about it. Popes Staring never bothered you, maybe it turned you on a little. But when you’d see his eyes on your stomach you’d panic a little. Sit up straighter and adjust your clothes. He hated that.

He always was touching it. Standing on line? Hand on your tummy. Cuddling? Arm around it, hand on it. Sex? Don’t get him started about sex. He’s the worst when it comes to sex. Kissing it, staring at it, watching it giggle and shift with each hard thrust, seeing his cock make it bulge out just a little. Your tits are right there, but he’s focused elsewhere.

Eventually you ask him if he thinks you’re fat. And then you have the balls to tell him, like it’s your place, that he doesn’t like it. Because he stares at it. He gets a bit pissed. “I stare at it because it’s sexy. Don’t tell me what I like.”

You swallow the fact, as hard as it is to believe. Becuase Pope wouldn’t lie to spare your feelings. He’s Pope.

But it becomes more explicit and obvious.

Bathing suit shopping he sees you only looking at one pieces and asks why. Maybe there’s a reason you do that. You look at him like it’s obvious. “No one wants to see that.” “I want to see it.” He says like it’s obvious. “Whats the point in showing off your stomach if there’s nothing to show” he says like it’s obvious. Like the opposite isn’t the common belief.

You wear low rise jeans and he thanks every god he’s ever heard off. It’s the best thing he’s ever seen. You’re a bit shy but he’s feral. “Muffin top” you complain about. He throws his head back and laughs. “And that’s the only part of the muffin anyone likes.”. Well. Who can argue with that logic.

Pope Cody is a belly guy. That’s all.

[jakewearys]

[bojackbaby]

i need a man with grey hair and crows feet to tell me i'm doing a good job and he's proud of me and then fuck me until i can't walk >.<

[bookbombshell]

This one specifically

[egonstwinkie]

jack, pope & titus: eating you out

warning: these could very quite possibly be ooc, they're just #myopinion, if you don't agree, that's ok <3

jack abbot loooooves having you ride his face. don't even try saying anything about your weight. no matter how much you weigh, he will not rest until you're settled above him. suffocation between your sweet thighs just might not be a bad way to go, he thinks. trust, his eyes will be on you the whole time.

sometimes, he'll make you keep eye contact with him, stopping if you look away, loving the whines he can coax out of you. some days, he's just content to watch you, the way your head falls back, the way you move above him, his rough hands gripping your thighs, hips, ass, urging your movements. he wants you to use him.

sometimes, he won't even move, will just stick his tongue out and let you do all the work, tongue sliding through your folds, his nose nudging your clit with every movement. will definitely be teasing you for being so needy like he doesn't do it on purpose.

pope cody is a simple man. on average days, he likes you laid out on the bed with him knelt on the floor before you. not only does he want you to be the most comfortable you can be, but he finds some kind of peace, some kind of quiet in his head to get on his knees for you.

he is very enthusiastic. when he knows he's doing something you like, he'll double down, not letting up until you're begging him to let up, body tingling with overstimulation. just messy and loud. cries sometimes, so overwhelmed by love, by the thought that you trust him enough to do this, to give yourself to him in this way.

he's spent a lot of time wondering what he was meant for, what his purpose is, and now he knows that this is it. he's made for loving you. pleasing you. devouring you until you're begging and crying, salty streaks down your cheeks matching his.

if you want to really get him worked up, a few tugs of his hair and sweet praises from your lips will have him an absolute mess, whining and whimpering against you. firmly believe he can and will cum just from eating you out.

he doesn't care if any of the staff were to see you two. he finds no shame in pleasuring his wife and assures you it's nothing to be ashamed of. he gets a lot of shit from the other council members for being a "simp" but why is that such a bad thing? what is more masculine and powerful than bringing pleasure to his wife? than making sure you're taken care of?

titus danforth does not care where you are, if you tell him you want him - need him - he'll be on his knees in an instant. whatever his wife wants, his wife gets. out in the garden among the flowers, deep in the forest before the flowing river, in the kitchen, laid out on the large marble table - the danforth property is vast and no place is off limits.

he particularly likes for you to be standing, him knelt at your feet, one of your legs thrown over his broad shoulder, opening you up to him, his large hands holding you up at your waist when you grow unable to hold yourself up.

sometimes, he gets so into it, he forgets to ever make eye contact. just a particularly sharp tug of his hair or a tap to his cheek, and he knows to meet your eyes.

similarly to pope, any praise from you will have him absolutely weak. he loves to hear how much you love it and how good he's making you feel. his wife deserves the best, and he will be the best boy for you.

[egonstwinkie]

titus danforth is a powerful man. the kind that commands the attention in any room he enters. the kind that rules unabashedly, unafraid to do what needs to be done to fulfill his deepest desires. if he has to stab a few backs to get there, then so be it.

titus is not one for being held down. not one for being told what to do. he puts no effort into gentlemanly gestures, no opening doors, or holding back sassy remarks.

he does not let anyone get the upper hand.

except when it comes to his lovely wife.

after a long day, he finds himself at her feet, one of her ankles held gently in his large hand, his lips pressed to the tip of her high heel.

he doesn't raise his eyes, doesn't trail his lips higher until she gives the okay. when she does, he knows to take his time. he knows to be patient, to make sure no inch of her legs is left untouched by his lips before settling where he most wants to be lest he be pulled away by manicured fingers in his silvery curls.

titus danforth does not answer to anyone.

but a greedy dog doesn't get fed.

and a good husband listens to his wife.

[egonstwinkie]

imgonnagetyouback ᡣ𐭩 j. abbot x m. robinavitch

☆ jack abbot and michael robinavitch have known each other for a long time. they've been through a lot together. aka. two men take way too long to get together

word count: 428

author's note: i have a whole rabbot origin story in my head so this will either be the multi chaptered story i want it to be or i'll give up...let me know if you like it, and i'll continue ! for now, take this first chapter and/or little one shot :P

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everyone knew jack abbot.

he was friendly with everyone. charming. he was the kind of guy who offered to help you study even when he had his own pile of homework. the kind of guy to offer you the rest of his lunch if you couldn't buy one even if he was still hungry.

everyone loved jack abbot.

everyone except for michael robinavitch.

he hated jack. him and his stupid crooked smile and wild auburn curls and beautifully freckled skin and-

"hey, mikey," speak of the devil.

"robby." the older insisted.

"psh." the younger scoffed, sitting next to robby in the grass. "you like it."

"i do not." robby didn't bother looking up from his textbook, afraid of seeing that charming smile aimed at him. "it's…childish."

"do you have to be so serious all the time? this is why you don't have any friends," jack joked.

robby scowled, "i don't need friends. i need to do my work."

jack studied robby's side profile momentarily against the soft morning sky and an idea sparked in his brain. probably a stupid idea but…he had a lot of those so what's new.

"fine." jack spoke once more, standing from the grass. "but have fun studying without this!"

before robby could event react, jack was reaching down and snatching his notebook out of his lap.

"hey!" he called out after jack as he ran off, notebook clutched in his hand.

"gotta catch me!" jack laughed.

robby groaned, standing to his feet to follow the younger man.

"be careful!" he shouted as jack ran carelessly around the quad, jumping over backpacks, swerving out of people's way.

jack laughed even louder, "what? i'm not gonna-"

his words were cut off as he tripped over a stray branch, the notebook flying out of his hands, tucked in pages sliding out, fluttering in the wind as the book landed right…in the fountain. of course.

it was like some cosmic punishment from the universe. for what, robby wasn't sure.

"oh shit-" jack scrambled to his feet.

"are you serious?" robby huffed as he caught up to see his notebook floating in the water, pen lines completely smudged and unrecoverable.

"what am i supposed to do now? those were all my notes from the whole year!"

jack picked up some of the few sheets that made it safely to the ground, holding them out to robby sheepishly.

jack quickly pulled them back as robby's expression showed he was truly not in the mood.

"come on, it's alright," jack nudged robby's shoulder with his own, "i'll let you borrow mine,"

[science-hoes]

Ready to be back in Paris The Pitt!

[iamtrasch]

[number-1-soup-fan]

no one will know which one it is.

[pessimisticmoon]

i need him biblically. i need him in a way that is concerning to feminism.

[mattymurderdocks]

watching Deadpool and Wolverine isn't enough I need to fuck both of them at the same time