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18 she/her, a little freak for all shawn hatosy characters SPECIALLY ANDREW POPE CODY <33

[pope2lov]

yeah they took the best thing away from us </3

[pope2lov]

he’s just standing there and he looks so serious and sexy with that curly salt & pepper hair and those beautiful hazel eyes and that black shirt and he just looks like the most prettiest man on earth & i’m supposed to act normal about it

[pope2lov]

just dropped to my knees in a horny way

[pope2lov]

SHAWN HATOSY FOR VARIETY I REPEAT SHAWN HATOSY FOR VARIETY AND HE LOOKS SO GOOD AND IM IN PUBLIC AND I CANT EVEN SCREAM OR SMILE BUT OH MY GOD HE LOOKS SO SCRUMPTIOUS DELICIOUS IN THOSE PICS WHY ISNT HE MINE

[kittybabbi]

wanna fuck pope in the back of a truck loll just wanna ride him till he cries but hey, don't we all?

[wesandresons]

SHAWN HATOSY as ANDREW ‘POPE’ CODY ANIMAL KINGDOM SEASON 2, EPISODE 6

[mynorthernattitude]

I'm shy at first and then im like donkey from shrek

[ickology]

𓏵 ┊ all roads lead back to pope cody, he shows you another way to be held . 18+

ᥴω — pseudocest

andrew ‘pope’ cody who’s taught you a lot of things from when you two were both just adolescents, but you were always too trusting when it came to him. always assuming that he had more knowledge, and experience than you because he happened to be a few years older than you.

and it didn’t help the fact that you viewed him as somewhat of an older brother — your protector. the one who was constantly there for you, defending you in any situation he deemed necessary, and fighting anyone who has ever laid a finger on you. it was natural to look up to him, he made it safe for you to seek voyage within him.

so whenever you came storming to smurf’s house, barging into pope’s room like you owned the place to cry into his chest. and when his hands are cradling the back of your head almost instantly, pulling you closer against him whispering in against your temple in that gravely, unhurried voice of his.

“what’s the matter?” he tilts your head up to get a better look at you. the tears brimming in your red eyes and wet lashes sticking together, and you look like the angel he once knew. “hm? what’s the matter— was it someone?” he reiterates himself, pressing the matter as his voice grows deeper and you shake your head. “words.” he presses his forehead against yours.

“no it’s ju—” you utter before finishing off your words, “then why’re you running to me cryin’?” he asks, lips ghosting yours as his breath fan warm against your mouth. “ ‘cause… you’re the only one who knows how to cheer me up.” you reply with a soft voice and frown curled on your lips. “yeah?” pope inches his lips mouth closer, “need me to cheer you up?” he makes you repeat yourself as his lips graze against yours.

pope’s eyes are staring into yours as if he could see the depths of your soul before he’s pressing his lips into yours. his mouth on yours, his tongue pushing against your front teeth forcing for entry to indulge in your taste.

you can feel your body shift as he slowly directs you to his bed, treading you backwards before you’re falling onto the mattress and breaking the kiss with a gasp. “wait—”

“shhh…” he ducks down for another kiss to shush you, nipping at your bottom lip hard enough to draw a wince from you. his hands sliding underneath your shirt, trailing alongside your waist before he’s tugging the fabric off your body — raising your arms.

“i know another way to cheer you up— another way to hold you.” he rasps, dipping his head against the crook of your next. and though the dynamics between you and pope have been more than friends, but stranger than siblings, this was something quite new to you.

“another way to hold me?” you question, because if not to be cradled against someone’s chest and let out your emotions, what comes out of another way to hold someone?

pope nudges his face deeper into the side of your neck, taking in a long, deep inhale of your scent with a groan as you push your hand against his chest to halt his movements.

“what exactly do you mean?” you ask, feeling his arms wrap behind you — his hands fumbling at your bra strap. “we’re gonna do the things i made your barbies do as kids.” he murmurs, tilting his head to meet your eyes. “remember?” looks over your soft features, and tear stained face as you nod in response.

[feralforsilverfoxes]

He’s built like a fucking FRIDGE. Season 4 Pope has me in a choke hold! And I like it

[titus-danforth]

[thisismeena]

the wet curls plastered to the top of his neck from sweating

the back muscles

the multiple spread of freckles all over his shoulders and arms

the tan skin warm and hot

strong arms that look like they can either embrace you or hurt you

[shawnyhatsvideos]

Shawn Hatosy behind the scenes of Fire Country

my favorite video ever

[jackcody]

⋆.˚˖࿔ ࣪ perv!jack abbot gives you an oral exam

tags/warnings: mdni!!!, medfet/medical fetish, latex gloves, dubcon, power imbalance, blowjob

you’ve been dreading your first oral appointment all week. what had started as a cough turned into a deep, irritating itch in your throat that constantly hung over you. the pit in your stomach deepened all morning; you could barely get a bite down to eat at breakfast – the looming weight of the examination following you from the parking lot of the hospital to the harshly lit waiting room.   

now, you're sitting on the exam table when jack abbot walks in, glasses perched low on his face as he sits on the rolling stool near the feet of the bed.  

over the rim of his glasses, his eyes survey you with a quick glance. “what seems to be the problem, sweetheart?”  

“it’s um…” you clear your throat, rubbing at it awkwardly. 

jack slides the chart into the plastic bin next to you before looking up at you. squirming underneath his gaze, you shift, paper crinkling underneath you as you try to get comfortable.  

“my…my throat hurts.”  

“your throat…hurts,” jack echoes, biting the inside of his cheek.  

grabbing a pair of gloves, he looks at you sitting on the examination table – your eyes refusing to meet his. your hands fidget in your lap, fisting the fabric of your skirt. jack slowly puts the gloves on, finger by finger, eyes surveying the slight downturn of your smile.   

silence stretches and folds within itself for a few moments.  

a high-pitched squeak breaks the still of the room, forcing you to dart your eyes to the side of the bed as he picks up a wooden stick from the metal tray beside him.  

“alright,” jack murmurs, turning around to meet you properly. his eyes are trained on you as he grabs his penlight. thumb grazing your bottom lip, he pulls it down slightly as you look up at him through your eyelashes. jack leans in close. too close to the point you can smell the faint lingering smell of smoke and wood clinging to his scrubs.   

“now, open wide for me.”     he gently places the tongue depressor on the surface of your mouth, garbled sounds coming from you as you try to breathe through your nose. “what a pretty little mouth you have,” jack murmurs, the pad of his thumb scraping the front of your teeth. “good girl, you’re doing so well.”  

“shhh, sweetheart,” jack coos, his dark eyes burning into your eyes. tears brim on your waterline as he pushes his finger in further. you gag around his girth, a coil in your stomach tightening every time your body tries to fight back against the pleasure building. 

he withdraws his finger, disposing of the gloves in the bin as you rub your neck, the lingering feeling of his finger in your mouth still aching your throat.  

"got good news and bad news for you, sweetheart," he starts, his free hand rubbing small, circular motions on your kneecap. 

you frown, eyebrows furrowing. "what is it?"   

"good news is that you caught your sore throat early," he starts, his eyes searching yours, his other hand palming his bulge through his scrub pants. "bad news is that...well, there's this special medicine that only i can give you."   

your heart beats loudly in your ear; your breath quickens with the fast rise and fall of your chest as you rub your clammy palms on the skirt fabric.   

“i’m a doctor, sweetheart,” jack smiles before snapping a new pair of gloves on. “i’m one of the good guys, remember?”      doctor abbot is at the top of his field.     doctor abbot is highly respected and admired.      doctor abbot wouldn’t hurt you.      he would never hurt anyone, would he?     “okay,” you whisper, tears threatening to spill over your waterline. sniffling, you stare back up at the ceiling, rubbing your face before they fall back to the armrest.    he stands up, the stool scraping the floor before hitting the far wall with a loud thud. with slow, practised movement, jack unties the loop that holds his scrub pants together – pushing them down to the mid of his thighs.  

your eyes drop to the outline of his cock in his boxers before flickering back up.   

“it’s okay,” jack whispers, fingers toying with the waistband. he pulls his underwear down slowly, his cock springing free to hit his stomach.  

“you took my finger so well, sweetheart. this is the same thing. just open wide as you did before, okay?”  

when you obey and open your mouth wide for him, jack couldn’t help but groan at the sight. pretty lady doing his bidding.  

he enters your mouth with a grunt, his hands finding your hair as he grabs a fistful; you weren’t even past the tip, and you were already choking on his length.  

guiding you to a pace with each lazy thrust of his hips, your nose brushes the fat of his pelvis; his hands are carding through your hair as he sets it. drool collects at the corner of your mouth and drips down to the linoleum floor, cursing curses underneath his breath as you continue working on his cock.  

jack eyes briefly squeeze shut as you moan around his cock, the vibrations running through every nerve in his body. he could live and die here forever.   

whe opens his eyes to look at you, he frowns slightly at the sight of you averting your gaze.  

“no…look at me,” jack rasps, his grip at the back of your head tightening. “look at doctor abbot as he gives you your medicine…”  

obeying his instructions, you look up at him, your mouth not faltering as it stretches around his girth. the places you cannot reach are jerked up and down by your soft hands, and jack thinks he can just cum on the spot.  

“that’s it, fuck, you’re such a good girl for me.”   

with the stuttering of his hips, jack cums into your mouth with a loud grunt. his head falls back as he fucks your mouth through his orgasm, ignoring your muffled protests.  

he withdraws with a heaving chest, looking down at you as you lick the stray drops of cum at the corner of your mouth.  

“you need to book a follow-up with the receptionist after you leave,” jack breathes out, his cock still twitching in front of your face with the aftershock of his orgasm. “are you free next week? 

[popepout]

pope the type to laugh at you struggling under his grip as he chokes you out w his bicep😭😭😭😭😭😭 #ineedthatsobadyoitsnotevenfuckingfunny

sick & twisted because he rarely laughs or even cracks a grin but the second you’re at his mercy, everything is funny …

content <𝟑 .ᐟ 18+, meanie!pope, manhandling / mentions of play fighting, breath play / choking, dirty talk, pet names.

“i wanna try something,” pope grunts above you, in the middle of working you full of his cock. you whimper at the interruption and he squeezes your waist under his heavy palms to settle you. his eyes rake down your bare frame— the arch of your hips, the way you’re laid out on your tummy and waiting for him to make any kind of move. when you peer at him over your shoulder with a pout, he speaks again.

“don’t worry, brat. i think you’ll like it.”

the last thing you’re expecting is one of his beefy arms hooked around your neck. you gasp just as he squeezes a little, eyes fluttering shut and lashes fanning over the tops of your cheeks while you go dizzy. he’s choked you before after you begged him to, but this is different. this is something he’s been thinking about. something that he’s only done a few times during some play fighting, not with actual intent.

his grip tightens. his bicep presses on your throat as his hips finally move against the fullness of your ass once again. deep thrusts that knock the sense out of your brain, all while you’re getting just enough oxygen to remain conscious so he can still hear those mewls and whimpers falling from your glossy lips. you hiccup his name out once, then twice— your hands come up from the sheets to claw at his arm with manicured nails, leaving little scratches and crescents on his freckled skin. only for him to laugh all breathy and deep over your ear.

“hey, hey— what’s wrong, sweetheart?” he grunts, kissing the side of your face as if he isn’t applying more pressure. he gives your throat another good squeeze and although you’re struggling to take in a breath, your cunt flutters around his shaft like silk, “are you puttin’ on a show for me? because your pussy never lies t’me, she’s loving this … think i can make her cum before you pass out?”

[tinythebunni]

sex with jack abbott is needy and passionate. his thrusts never seem to be lacking love and force. his kisses are always filled with intensity and desire, teeth and clashing tongues.

it’s you both whispering reassurances to each other, you telling him you love all of him, regardless of his ailments; and him telling you he loves you regardless of true age gap or your own insecurities. “so fuckin’ pretty honey, didn’t-didn’t know it could fuck-feel like this”

sex with jack abbott is waking up at sunrise because he thinks sex in the early mornings keep the relationship alive. his tip kisses your cervix and keeps sleepy moans whimpered out of your mouth. “that’s right baby, time to get up. need me for everything, gotta wake you up with an orgasm everyday-shit”

sex with jack abbot is getting a text after his shift saying “be ready”, knowing it means he expects you kneeling behind the welcome mat inside the house wearing that outfit he loves; a pink lingerie mini dress, knee high socks, and a bell collar that he bought you when he introduced you to his world. “nothing-nothing will ever compare to that s-sweet pussy if yours, but your mouth sure as hell tries hard” he says this with a disbelief filled chuckle.

sex with jack abbott is bdsm and kink filled but never lacking love and intimacy. he fucks like he’s angry with you but also like he needs and craves you. Jack abbott is a desperate man with vile needs.

[fancyfrequency]

the sloppiest makeout session where we can’t keep our hands off each other would absolutely heal me right now

[pope2lov]

pope can’t have a one peaceful day in his life 😾👎