current obsession: the pitt and animal kingdom (aka the shawn hatosy cinematic universe)
about the blog: pretty much anything and everything is on here relating to my fav movies/shows/bands/etc. i do some writing, plus sometimes edits, fic recs, I also post some photography and journal spreads! i used to do a lot of studyblr stuff so that's tagged under #my studies
get to know me more under the cut :)
my hobbies: reading, watching movies/tv, watching f1 (ferrari), making shit (collages, videos, paintings), journalling, travelling, photography occasionally
fav shows: twin peaks, the x files, the pitt, supernatural, arrested development, derry girls, new girl, parks n rec, tlou, iasip, narcos, superstore
some fav movies: blue velvet, possession (1981), crash (1996), the fast and the furious, y tu mamá también, lost in translation, fire walk with me, mulholland drive, suspiria (both), secretary, donnie darko, a girl walks home alone at night
bands/artists: arctic monkeys, the strokes, lana del rey, sublime, fontaines dc, massive attack, rhcp, lcd soundsystem, ethel cain, wallows, the smiths, led zeppelin, talking heads, the last shadow puppets, deftones, cocteau twins, the sundays, depeche mode, bruce springsteen, kate bush, blood orange, frank ocean, bjork
please enjoy this moodboard that represents me spiritually :p
dividers by @httpssturns and photos from pinterest <3
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I just saw a tik tok prompt for bestfriends dad, Jack and I’m actually obsessed with your writing.
Would love to see what you think about that <3
hi sage baby!! if i’m being so honest… i haven’t watched the pitt BUT it’s only because im so squeamish/cant do medical gore :( HOWEVER >:) i have probably read every single jack abbot fic there is because i lurv shawn hatosy… so let me try something for you real quick…
best friends dad!jack abbot + 'like what you see?' + pervy old man fantasy drabble :3
*nasty smut below the cut teehee* ! mdni !
jack abbot has always been an honorable man. he is reliable and solid. his personal history could easily prove that to anyone. he's a veteran who served in the middle east as a combat medic. after his wife passed away, he raised a daughter on his own to grow up to be a smart and accomplished young woman.
he has prided himself on living a fulfilled and morally sound life. ashamed of no part of him and vocal about what he enjoyed. and managed to do that... up until he met you.
jacks daughter met you three years ago in her college dorm. he met you shortly after and has spent every waking second since then riddled with face warming, cock hardening shame.
you had pranced into the abbots lives with your confident demeanor, unapologetic attitude and unbelievably short skirts. skirts that made jack lock himself in his room like a pervert when you were over, to avoid a hard on at the sight of your smooth legs and plush thighs.
he feels disgusted with himself at his attraction for you. its wrong. so wrong. you are his daughters friend. his daughters age for christ sake. and he is a god damn attending physician at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. he should be dignified and elicit respect from those around him.
but he is absolutely positive that none of his peers would have any respect for him if they saw him right now. standing in his hallway peeking through the crack you left in the bathroom door.
you're visiting his daughter for one month in the summer, as you always do. earlier, jack had his annual barbecue for the whole neighborhood. he spent the entire evening trying to not ogle your sun screen covered body in your sinful bikini.
its the end of the night now and you must be showering off said sunscreen. well, you are showering it off. he knows because he can see it.
thats right. decorated military veteran jack abbot is peering through the small opening of the bathroom door in his house to look at mirror above the sink. its a bit foggy, but the reflection is clear enough to show you. in the shower. wet and naked.
he is frozen in place as he stares at you. he had just been trying to walk to his bedroom after he finished cleaning up. but... here he is. watching you clean your naked body. he swallows as his eyes fall on your soapy tits that are graced by pretty pebbled nipples. he then looks to your exposed stomach as the water hits it. his breathing picks up as he watches your belly as it rises and falls with your breathing.
his gaze finally trails downward to the apex of your thighs. jesus christ. he's instantly hard at the sight of your soaked pussy in the shower. in his shower. his hand creeps towards the bulge in his shorts automatically. needing to do something to quell the ache you've been causing in him for fucking years. he's managed to keep his hands off himself at the thought of you all this time. but now, seeing you soaking wet and bare for him... he shakes off the feeling of shame that licks up his spine and finally gives in.
he watches brazenly, pathetically. imagining himself in the shower with you. sure, he would be in his shower chair, but in this fantasy you didn't care about that. you wanted him. disability and all. the thought made jack start to palm himself through his shorts.
he imagines that he would start by washing your hair for you, making sure he covered every part then rinsed out all the soap when he was done. then he would kiss you. slow and exploring to start, wanting to savor every second of the act. tongue slipping into your mouth to feel the way you entangle yours with his. he would keep his hands at your waist, a light touch that wouldn't satisfy either of you. once you pressed your naked chest to his, begging for more, he'd give it to you. gripping your thighs and yanking you down onto his chair with him.
standing in the hallway, jack starts to pant as quietly as he can to not draw your attention to him, rubbing himself almost too aggressively.
back in his perverted fantasy, once you were spread on top of him, he would take two of his fingers and circle your opening until you were whining against his mouth. only when you uttered the word "please" would he shove his thick digits inside you, pairing the movement with a raspy "good girl". you would moan his name so sweetly and clench so tightly around him as he worked you, pushing his fingers in and out as you humped his hand.
he would take his time to learn you. taking note of what made your back arch, what made you gush onto his palm and what made your eyes roll back. he would talk to you the whole time, saying things like "you feel so good baby, so tight for me." and "you like that huh? oh yeah, i feel it honey. you're squeezin me like you love it."
jack bites his lip as he watches you bend over, showing off your backside in the shower. your ass is supple and leads to the legs that are spread wide for him in his mind. he swallows down a groan as he starts to grind his clothed cock against his hand uncontrollably.
in his mind, he is curling his fingers against your silky walls as you grip his salt and pepper hair, pressing his thumb to your achey clit and rubbing in firm circles, causing you to shudder and pulse around him. with one final "cant wait to feel how this pussy squeezes my cock baby", he would suck your tongue into his mouth. you would cry out, coming on his hand as you chanted his name, kissed at his face and scratched at his chest, blind with pleasure.
jack imagines how tight you are as you released all over his fingers, what expressions would cross your pretty face. next, he'd rock your core against the head of his painfully hard dick. he'd demand that you "ask for it nicely sweetheart." and you would. god, you would beg for it. you would whimper desperately for him. you would say over and over-
"like what you see mr. abbot?"
your sickly sweet voice snaps him out of his depraved fantasy, to see you staring at him in the mirrors reflection. you have on a sly smile and you don't even halt your movements as you massage soap suds onto your tits.
jacks eyes blow wide, having been caught red fucking handed even though you don't look alarmed at all. his jaw drops but no words come out. your gaze drops to his crotch, to where he's still pathetically humping his hand, and bite your lip.
it takes all of three seconds with your eyes on his erection to make him sober up. he snatches his hand away from his cock and yanks the bathroom door shut. he hears you giggle as his forehead falls against the wood.
after a minute of staring down at his torturously hard dick that still strains through his shorts, he turns and walks the rest of the way down the hall. feeling disgusted with himself at what he just did. or what he just started to do. seeing as he didn't even finish.
and its a good thing he didn't. because once jacks prosthetic is off and he is laying in his bed in the dark, his mid races.
what the fuck did he just do? what if you told his daughter? what if you told your parents?
his stomach churns with shame. jesus christ he was so fucking sick.
he stood there, and touched himself to a twenty-something-year-old taking a shower. he watched you stand there all wet, lather yourself up with soap, run your hands all over your body how he wishes he could and-
he squeezes his eyes shut and swallows his last molecule of pride, shoving his hand back down his pants.
even if he never sees you again because you called the cops on him or your parents kill him rightfully so, he might as well complete the fantasy. right?
and, when jack comes inside you in his mind and in his hand in his lonely reality, all he can think about is your knowing smile when you caught him.
..
part two where they fuck and she calls him dad anyone????
Bf Pope Cody He never lets you touch doors, he’s always opening doors for you
Bf Pope Cody He takes a long time to introduce you to his family, and even when he does he still won’t leave you alone with them or even let you tell them much about yourself.
Bf Pope Cody He loves the feeling of you on top of him sitting in his lap, riding his dick, even when you reach over him to grab something.
Bf Pope Cody He’s extremely whiny and clingy when he’s horny, not in an annoying way, but when you do something that gets him all hot and bothered he’ll follow you around and try to grope you, even when you’re in public, he doesn’t care he’ll push his hardening bulge against your ass while you’re bent over.
Bf Pope Cody huge dick that he’s not great at using, he’s not bad at sex, obviously but he’s too gentle sometimes likes he’s scared he’ll hurt you, until you begged him to fuck you senseless and he broke your headboard.
Bf Pope Cody one time you shook your ass while in reverse cowgirl now he’s obsessed and always asks “Can you please do that thing again, baby?”
Bf Pope Cody He’d never do it without your written consent, but when you’re asleep in the middle of the night and he’s still awake like he usually is, he’ll fantasize about pulling your cotton panties to the side and slipping in slowly.
Bf Pope Cody One time he raised his voice at you, not on purpose he was already on the edge and you didn’t notice, when he did snap you you flinched and he still hasn’t forgiven himself he spent the rest of the day worshipping you, doing whatever you asked.
Bf Pope Cody He loves cockwarming.. When you first started dating he didn’t seem to know much about sex of course he knew the basics, but he didn’t know many positions so you left him on your laptop with pornhub opened while you went to work, when you came back he sat you on his cock and did not let you get up until both of your were whining and at your breaking points.
Bf Pope Cody He will hug you so tight that your ribs start hurting if he hasn’t seen you in more than two days and when you wince he lets go and apologizes.
Bf Pope Cody Gets all mushy when you call him by a pet name ”My love” “Handsome man” “Andy” will all just make him melt and give him at least a semi.
Bf Pope Cody He will eat your pussy for hours if you let him, his favorite time to do it is when you just get home from work and you’re all sweaty it’s a little gross but not only does he not care he prefers it.
Bf Pope Cody He really likes to grope you, you only allow it at home when the two of you are alone, he’ll come up behind you when you’re doing something and run his hands slowly up your torso then grab your breasts while nuzzling his face into your neck and breathing you in.
Bf Pope Cody He’ll tell you stuff about his past and his childhood when he knows you’re asleep not only because he has a hard time being vulnerable but he wants you to know without you feeling pity or sadness for him eventually he does tell you when you’re conscious but he won’t look you in the eye.
🪽:This took me like no time at all, I love this man but i am way to scared to continue watching Animal Kingdom
pope & his ditzy! gf who loves to talk and accidentally overshares everything when it gets too silent🙂↕️
literally just having a conversation with deran where, admittedly, he’s a bit too high to follow, and you’re happily yapping with pope sitting next to you on the couch. “yeah it was a pretty rough week, one of the kids’ dad came in and yelled at me, i mean really yelled der! like leaned across my desk & ripped into me, it was really scary honestly. and then i, you know, started to cry, obviously-” waving your hands and smiling as you explain. immediately being cut off by an angry andrew “the fuck? baby wha-when did this happen?” “oh! it was today:)” “to-today?”
or you’re sitting on a date night with pope & he’s silently eating and listening to you (as per usual) when you randomly divulge, “my dad used to be really rough on me growing up. always had something to say about my outfits or weight, it really did a number on me growing up, i guess!” you look up, seeing him sniffle and stop eating, his usually hunched shoulders softening and rounding. “oh i’m sorry bun, was that too much for dinner?” “no. you just- sometimes you break my heart, is all.” this then leads to you sitting on his lap in the restaraunt, apologizing for making him sad while he glares around the room </3
OR being out with your girlfriends (and andrew, of course, a girls night is ten times better with a big, sexy guard dog) and telling them about your sex life. andrew’s currently sitting at the bar holding all of your purses as he waits for your drinks to bring back to your table. he’s highly alert, looking at everyone and every thing to make sure no one approaches. his jaw clenches as he surveys the room, his ears perking up at your sweet coo to your friend. andrew knows she’d just gotten dumped, all of last night was spent with you and him talking to her on the phone.
“oh honey, it’s alright, really it’s going to be okay! he was the worst, anyways. didn’t you say he barely touched you? see, that’s the thing, i can barely get my andrew off of me! oh no, it’s great! the other night, he was sitting on the couch after… um, yanno, work… and i couldn’t even stop myself. i just dropped to my knees and crawled right toward him— i swear!”
your friends giggle and yell in excitement at your openness; they’re used to your honesty (and your inability to stop talking when you’re nervous)
andrew’s eyed widen and his brows furrow as he hears where this is going. “you guys….. huge… ginormous. everytime i get more & more excited, i swear, there’s gotta be an imprint in the back of my throat! he’s pink & thick & uncu-”
you’re whisked away before you can finish. a very red andrew is slapping his hand over your mouth with a muttered “okay, it’s gettin pretty late & she’s obviously had too much, goodnight girls!”
but he loooooves your babbling; loves that you overshare to try and make the people around you more comfortable. loves your talking most when he’s balls deep inside you later that night, hunched over your body protectively. “an-andy! love you! oh it’s only you, only want you andy ffuck!”
thinking about being an absolute brat with pope when he's already pissed off. it starts off mild, the two of you are at deran's bar having drinks and playing pool. they had just done a job the other day and have been riding the high of it this weekend. you were having a good time, a little tipsy and flaunt in the little black skirt pope had bought you earlier in the day.
while at the bar waiting on drinks, a guy had come up to you. casually talking, not quite flirting but that didn't mean it was going to lead to that if you indulged the stranger a second longer. pope had been keeping his game of pool with craig when he looked up, wondering why you weren't back by his side yet. stalking his way to the bar where you were turning on your heels and the stranger taking his leave after you shot him down, pope was huffy and pissy. he's taking the drinks from your hands, muttering "i leave you alone for a moment and you already got another man sniffing around you?"
it wasn't a dig at you but the big comment irked you, it's not like you had invited this guy to come talk to you. "i don't know, guess he thought i must've not had a boyfriend to be lettin me wonder off to the bar alone." you huffed irritated as you sat at the bar top table near the wall. craig whistled lowly as he took his turn at the pool game. pope scowl had gone from slight jealousy to pissed, he's coming close caging you. "so what? you saying i'm a bad boyfriend hm'?". you're not looking at him, fidgeting with your hands in your lap. he lets out a huff, maybe he was being too harsh. he tries to lift your face up by your chin, leaning down to give you a peck on the lips, you couldn't refuse a kiss from him.
except his lips never touch yours, you had turned your head and was met with your soft cheek. when you glared back up at him, you were done for. sweet bf pope was long gone, no, this was the side of pope he rarely showed around you. he pulled away snatching his pool stick, trying to finish the game he had started with craig. you sat there scowling and glaring, pope would look over every few moments, your arms and legs crossed as you hurriedly finished your drink. as your walking past him to get another drink, pope finally snaps. he's got you by the inside of your elbow, dragging you toward the exit even as your whining at him. "andrew, what the fuck– let go of me– mph!" he's not saying a word as he lifted you up into his car and slamming the door shut.
the entire car ride home is silent, he's fuming. a little bit of brattiness from you was typical but rejecting his kiss and not denying the bad boyfriend question? this was a new level. you're not even half way into the house when he's picked you up the waist, "andy! put me down!" he's tossing you onto the bed as he slams the bedroom door shut. he's standing so still, seething, watching you clamor up the bed. he walks to the foot of the bed yanking you down by the ankles, climbing ontop and caging your hips down as he pins you down. he's grabbing your face, gripping your face till your lips are pouting and cheeks squished as you try to fight him off. "i'm a bad boyfriend huh? spoiling you with everything you want but when i don't want other guys trying to take what's mine, then it's a problem? such a fucking brat, gotta teach you a lesson huh?"
your face is smushed into the mattress, hair sticking to your teary cheeks and drolly lips . your clothes are torn and discarded on the floor as andrew has you pinned down, ass up. his hips smacking into yours at a brutal pace as broken whines and cries pour out of you. he hasn't stopped for one moment, your cunt crying around the stretch of his cock. he's buried in you so deeply that every thrust has his balls kissing your clit in a wet smack. one of his hands his gripping your hip, fingers digging into the soft as the other holds the nape of your neck down. his body is curved against yours as he pulls you up, kiss your shoulder and throat. "m' such a bad boyfriend huh? ruining this pretty pussy with my cock and making you cry? i should just stop, can't have you weeping like this?"
the broken moan and sob as you shake your head escapes past your lips. he had denied to many orgasms and the thought of him stopping now would be worse then death. "n-no! no! pl-please, andrew d-don't wanna s-stop, m'sorry i-i was a brat... i-i won't do it again please andrew m'sorry please"
your cries were too pretty for him, he just grinned against your shoulder before pushing you back face down into the mattress. "it's okay sweet girl... i know you didn't mean. i'll make you feel better, no more crying, gonna fill this pussy up so it's dripping out of you all day tomorrow" he's grunting into your ear so sweetly as he picks up pace. your crying and screaming so loudly when he finally brings you to that sweet release, he relishes in the way you tremble so gently as your cunt milks cock. like your pussy was giving him apologies kiss as he cum spilled inside you <3
Pope talks you through it because he knows how to fuck into you just right, and you take it every single time. Better yet, every few hours, if it’s up to you. You drain him dry to the point of exhaustion. He makes it worth your while. You blame it on him.
Though you’re begging for it, he’s the one talking you through it and muttering in your ear, “you’re doing so well for me. You’re taking me so well. You want to stop? That pretty pussy is so fragile, huh? I think you can take it. She takes a beating well.”
Pope makes it worse when he holds your jaw, the pads of his fingers pressed into your cheeks as he forces your eyes to him to continue speaking. Every thrust makes you want to roll your eyes back into your skull which you’re swiftly reprimanded for.
“Unh unh, sweet girl. I know, I know it’s so good. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep sounding like that. Yeah? That what you want?” His lip curled, his expression twisting into something else entirely.
How could you not paw at him when he had the free time?
Thinking about Pope Cody clearly wanting to be intimate with you but refusing to make a move until you give him express permission to do so (early days maybe, thinking about the scene on Amy's couch...) so he's stuck there, hands bunched up into meaty fists by his still clothed thighs, bulge about to bust out his pants from how hard his dick is, a dark wet spot on his pants right where the tip of his cock sits betraying his excitement....
N it's sooo cute...he's all pink in the face, lips swollen from where you two had been sharing kisses on your couch, eyes pleading for more, his labored breath coming in hot puffs against your face as he refuses to ask when he clearly wants it... doesn't even cross his mind that he can ask, really.
"Andy~" You murmur all sweet from where you'd been sitting pretty in his lap, your arms slung around his neck like you own him. "Don't you wanna touch me, baby?"
Because, see, you're awfully touchy about big, brawny Pope. You have been since the moment you got together, driving him fucking crazy with your coy touches and caresses. One of your hands busies itself cards through his auburn curls, the other fiddling with the top button of his shirt, loving the way he's riling himself up so quick at some kisses and touches. The way his hips buck up in short, aborted thrusts and his breath stutters something awful when you plant slow, lipgloss sticky kisses up his jaw.
N poor, sweet, shy Pope who's thick cock is twitching and leaking pre under your ass, who's hands are itching to grab at you and flip you over the arm of the couch, who's so loyal to you that he'd rather bust his pants untouched than risk scaring you with an unwanted touch, grunting out in that low monotone voice of his "You never said I can.." all shakey n a bit pitched...😋
Oh and when you give the go ahead, more than eager to have his rough paws on you? Best believe he's taking handfuls, straight grabbing. Gripping both your asscheeks like they're gold, squeezing n kneading, pushing your panties to the side so he can get to the good stuff immediately. Delights in hearing your moans in his ear as he guides you to grind against his throbbing length, teeth itching bad to sink into the soft flesh of your shoulder as his body starts to buzz so he settles for sloppy, open mouthed smooches instead...fingers dug so deep in your soft thighs that you'll definitely be seeing purple finger bruises for daysss after.
And when you finally have enough of rutting like a bunch of horny teens and pull back, eyes glazed n pupils blown wide, whining something about "Andrew just fuck me already-"? oh baby you best believe from the hungry look Pope's giving you that you're about to get folded like origami asap, your poor kitty won't even know what hit it. You gave him permission after all 💕
guarddog!pope always wakes up before you, loves to get up and stand in the doorway, watching you as you snuggle into the covers.
makes you breakfast, making sure that his brothers who are waking up and walking around the kitchen don’t go near his room to disturb your sleep.
drives you to work, watches you walk in the building and stays in the parking lot the entire time. hates leaving to go piss, but you always come out for your lunch break, sharing your sandwich (that he made) with him.
once your day is over, pope is already pulled up at the curb, ready to take you home. always holding your hand as he drives or squeezing your thigh. you never go anywhere without him, and if you do, he’s somewhere around.
Someone who handles her own business, doesn’t need help and does her job like a pro.
A strong woman who would go toe to toe with a man to prove a point as Jack watches on.
She walks around with confidence, charm and witt that would leave most men speechless
Because he knows that she comes home she loses it all, when she gets home she leaves all of that independence and strength at the door.
Because she needs him to open then jar that’s just a little too tight, reach the pasta on the top shelf she would usually climb on the counter for and be the lap she falls into every night curling up as small as she can be.
To be the man that turns her into a sobbing, whimpering mess when he is balls deep inside of her as he pins her hands above her head as he says “oh it’s too much? - no I don’t think so, I think you’re gonna take it like a big girl”
The man who has he legs pressed to her chest while he fucks he so deep she can see stars, his rough thumb stroking over her pulsing little clit while she’s whines under his touch as he tells her “oh that’s a good girl- doing so well “
He likes them strong because then when she gets home she needs him to take over, to have her bent over, face pressed against the sheets while he fills her with warm ropes of cum as she writhes and mewls at every thrust, begging for more.
Sammy sighs when he sees your outfit, the tight white tank top pulled low enough to show off your leopard print bra and your short denim skirt. “Hi.”
You lean up on the counter next to him, pushing your elbows together to show off your cleavage. “How’s your shift going?”
He rubs his brow, looking away from you with determination. “Stressful,” he bites out.
You pout, stepping closer to him and pressing your chest against his arm. “I’m sorry.” One of your hands comes up to fiddle with his collar. “You know, I could help you relieve some of that stress.”
He twitches, scowling as he steps away. “This is inappropriate. You’re too young for me.”
You step in again, pushing him closer to the window. “I’m an adult. You should know that, officer.”
He steps away again, landing in the corner between the counter and the window, and you close the gap, pushing your chest against his. “I work with your father.”
“I won’t tell him.”
“I’m married.”
“When was the last time she got you off?”
“That is none of your-”
“So not recently, then.” You trail your hand down his front. “I bet that gets lonely, only having your right hand for company. You’re probably all pent up. I could fix that, you know.” You hook a finger in one of his belt loops and tug. Sammy’s mouth falls open on a soft noise before he can gather his composure.
He grabs your wrist and pushes you away gently, brushing past you to get back to the bullpen. “This is not happening. Stay away from me.”
Watching him limp away, you know you’ll get exactly what you want.
