I just finished Animal Kingdom today and I only got into Shawn Hatosy and his characters after like season 3 or 4.
How unhinged would it be if I watched the whole show again and simultaniously made a tumblr post with the time stamps every time Pope is topeless, naked, kissing someone or doing whatever he is doing with Amy in season 2?
Would anyone be interested in that? Or is it just a self-serving adventure?
Topless scenes
1x2 00:00 Pool scene
1x2 17:10 sledge hammer
1x7 02:00 boxing
1x7 05:15 working out
Naked scenes
1x2 44:07 full body backside
Sex scenes
1x4 33:15 strip club
1x9 35:00 with Cath
Season 2
Topless scenes
2x11 07:18 Amy's apartment
Naked scenes
2x13 31:37 in the shower
Kissing scenes
2x4 23:30 with Amy after first date
2x9 37:10 with Amy, her apartment
Sex scenes
2x5 37:55 with Amy
2x9 38:15 with Amy
Bonus
2x9 02:40 in a wet suit, guns out
Season 3
Topless scenes
3x13 29:10 watching TV
3x13 33:36 driving + visiting Amy
3x13 40:03 coming home
3x13 41:10 talking to Smurf
3x13 43:50 standing in the hallway
Naked scenes
3x1 02:37 shower
Sex scenes
3x13 31:42 with escort
Season 4
Topless scenes
4x1 03:20 cage fight
4x1 11:22 shower + talking to Smurf
4x2 17:37 boxing in the yard
4x2 34:38 in the house
4x6 12:45 boxing in the yard
4x6 30:38 cage fight
Kissing scenes
4x5 22:20 with Angela
Sex scenes
4x7 38:33 with Angela
Bonus
4x4 08:23 Pope's ass in those pants
Season 5
Naked scenes
5x3 03:00 shower
(Wanted to insert GIF of Pope's lovely backside in the shower but then tumblr had me put a community tag on it with explicit content, but then not everybody would be able to see it. So, go to the time stamp mentioned above and you'll see him in all his glory)
Guys, you gotta help me out and tell me what exactly he is saying in this video, especially at the end. It can't be what I thought I heard. It just can't be...
Has anyone read or written an Andrew Pope Cody x pregnant!reader story, preferably something like he finds her pregnant body irresistible, can't keep his hands off her, being overprotective.
Please let me know, I'm in the mood for some wholesome/sexy Pope stuff after watching the series finale today
summary: breakfast is good, but dessert is better. a wholesome conversation over brunch quickly devolves into rough, nasty sex because of course it does. this is jack abbot we're talking about.
word count: 3.4k
content warnings: smut MDNI!!!! oral (m-and f-receiving), cum play, degradation, praise kink, orgasm denial/edging, mean dom!jack, spanking, overstimulation, jack is a fucking sex demon, hollandaise slander (don't come for me)
notes: guysssssss this was so fucking fun to write. thanks to @777bambi777 and @sephirothapologist for the support on part two. if you really love me, you'll comment your favourite dinosaur. i'm a stegosaurus truther.
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by the time you reach the diner, you're exhausted. not only did you just work a twenty-seven hour shift, but since finding you asleep in the on-call room, jack has made you cum... five times? six? your brain is fuzzy, your pussy throbbing, your stomach grumbling, but all you can focus on is that mischievous glint in his eyes.
you slide into a booth by the window, quickly scanning the diner to make sure no one notices as jack slides in across from you. "nervous?" he asks, lips ticking up with a hint of a smile.
"we're in public," you say shyly.
"didn't seem too worried about that earlier," he replies neutrally, the innuendo present in his words but not his tone. you know he's right, but something about sharing a meal feels so much more intimate than fucking in the on-call room or getting eaten out in the backseat of his car.
a waitress named melinda comes to bring menus and coffee. she's warm and inviting, and the whole place has a smalltown vibe even though it's in central pittsburgh. you feel increasingly comfortable as you sit, sipping coffee and scanning a list of nine different eggs benedicts. when melinda comes back, jack orders steak and eggs and you go for the classic eggs benny. jack raises an eyebrow at you as she walks away.
"do you have any idea how dangerous hollandaise is?" he asks.
"i mean..."
"barely-cooked eggs just sitting warm all day? salmonella city."
"have you ever known anyone to die from hollandaise?"
"not personally."
"you seen it in the ED?"
"well... no."
"calculated risk," you continue. "dana smokes a pack a day, robby has that stupid bike, you literally get shot at for fun. let me eat my hollandaise in peace."
"fair," he replies with a wink.
melinda comes back to refill your coffee cup, which is already empty. jack doesn't refill his. once again, he looks at you suspiciously.
"shouldn't we be going to sleep soon?"
you try to ignore how your stomach flips at his usage of "we." you play it cool, taking a sip of your coffee. "it tastes good. and i have a high caffeine tolerance." you take another sip, letting out an exaggerated mmmmmmm while maintaining eye contact. "i get that it might be a foreign concept to you, though. caffeine does metabolize slower with age."
he lets out a little laugh. "is that so?"
"surprised you were unaware, doctor," you reply suggestively. he laughs outright at that.
"honey, believe me, i'm aware of a lot more than you think i am." he reaches across the table, brushing his fingers over your hand. it's surprisingly intimate.
melinda arrives with your food and you eat in silence for a few moments. your foot creeps its way closer to his under the table, rubbing your shoe up against his suggestively. he doesn't seem to notice. as you continue to eat and chat, your ministrations at his foot grow less discreet. when he doesn't reciprocate, you become pathetically pouty, desperate for his attention.
"what's with the pout, pretty girl?"
your chest flutters at the nickname, especially outside of intimacy. you think about brushing it off, but you don't quite know how. you decide to be honest. "you won't play footsie with me," you mumble.
jack looks genuinely perplexed for a second, before looking down under the table and seeing your leg rubbing up on his. he stifles a laugh, trying and failing to keep a straight face. "sweetheart?"
"yes?"
"wrong leg," he replies before rubbing his opposite foot up and down your leg. you both burst out laughing and your stomach twists at how fucking adorable he is, the corners of his eyes creasing as he laughs.
you continue to eat, feet rubbing up against each other, your heartbeat not settling down in the slightest. he cuts up his steak methodically, maintaining eye contact as he chews. he rolls his eyes as you exaggeratedly indulge in your hollandaise. soon enough, your plates are clean, but you're far from finished.
"penny for your thoughts," he says sincerely, and you huff at the antiquated expression. damn this guy is old.
"i barely know anything about you," you admit as you fiddle with your empty coffee mug.
"what do you want to know?"
"i don't know... your favourite colour. your favourite song. your favourite... dinosaur?"
jack barks out a laugh, but you don't let up, continuing to stare into his dreamy eyes.
"purple," he begins.
"really?"
"that surprise you?"
"you seem like a green kind of guy."
"everyone says that!"
"really?"
"nope," he responds instantly, popping the "p" on the end of the word.
"ok, purple," you reply with a giggle. you wait for him to continue. he stays silent. "song...."
"um," he begins, "i like bruce springsteen."
"no shit," you shoot back sardonically.
"what's that supposed to mean?"
"i mean it makes sense."
"i'm taking that as a compliment. bruce is... lit."
"lit?" you repeat in disbelief.
"poppin'," he doubles down, and you dissolve into giggles. "and... what did you say, dinosaur? t rex."
you let out a dramatic groan. "t rex is so fucking booooooring."
"it is not!"
"it is too," you whine, and he hates to admit he finds your petulance adorable.
"fine. what's your favourite dinosaur?" he asks earnestly. you giggle to yourself with a devilish smirk. "i told you mine, now you tell me yours. favourite dinosaur."
"you."
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jack's jaw is clenched the whole ride home. he grinds his teeth even harder when your hand finds his thigh. it takes everything in his power not to pull to the side of the road and fuck you then and there, but he decides a princess like you deserves to be worshipped on a king size bed, not a hospital cot or 4x4 truck. third time's the charm, right?
you stare at him the entire ride. eventually, he can't take it anymore. "what's that look?" he asks, his voice husky.
"you didn't keep your promise."
"and what promise was that, sweetheart?"
your hand slides up his thigh to palm him through his pants. "you said next time you'd let me suck your cock." your face is innocent, your tone chaste, contrasting the vulgarity of your words and the possessiveness of your hand over his crotch. "but i haven't even gotten to see it yet."
jack lets out a shaky breath, and you can feel him hardening against your touch. he can barely keep his eyes on the road. "you're trouble," he groans out. "can't wait to get you home."
"then drive faster."
"bossy," he rasps. he likes this side of you, teasing him, surprising him.
"only when i need to be," you reply seductively, giving him a single firm squeeze through his pants. he stifles a moan and you're satisfied as he grows impossibly harder. you squirm in your own seat, desperate for some type of friction. you know you're soaked, and in the back of your mind you worry you're leaving a mess on the seat of his car. but he'd probably like it - a reminder you're real, you're here, you're his.
it's another ten agonizing minutes before you reach jack's condo, both of you practically panting by the time you arrive. he frantically unlocks the front door, all but shoving you inside. his lips are on your lips, then your jaw, then your neck. he's mumbling against your skin between kisses and nips. he manoeuvres you through the house, eventually planting you firm against the kitchen island. "how long have you been thinking about this, huh?"
"jack," you moan as he latches his lips to the sensitive spot below your ear.
"i see the way you look at me when you think i'm not watching," he continues. "you're working in my ER, sweetheart, i see everything. so tell me. how long have you been imagining this?"
"jack please," you repeat mindlessly. you don't even know what you're asking for. you want his mouth, his hands, his cock. you want him everywhere. "please, please, please."
"sound so pretty when you beg. let's put that pretty mouth to good use." he shoves you roughly to your knees. you stare at him with wide eyes as he continues. "promised you this cock and i'm gonna give it to you. that's what you wanted, right? take it out, baby."
you don't need to be told twice. you scramble to unbuckle his belt, mouth watering at the outline of him through his pants. you unbutton and unzip his pants and shove them down in one go. his cock slaps against his abdomen, painfully hard, still smeared with cum from earlier. you're confused for a second before remembering his strained grunts as he went down on you. "you came in your pants?"
"that's your mess, sweetheart, not mine. you gonna clean it up?"
somewhere in the back of your mind you know you should be disgusted by it all. his hours-old release, still mostly gooey but beginning to crust over, should be revolting. but you're so turned on, so eager to taste him, that you dive in without hesitating. you begin licking up and down his shaft, cleaning him up just as he asked. the taste of him on your tongue is salty and musky and just so him. you can't get enough, your tongue moving faster and sloppier as jack lets out a low groan.
"good girl, that's it. so fucking dirty."
you take him into your mouth fully now, hollowing your cheeks. you bob your head, letting him hit the back of your throat almost painfully. your right hand finds the base of his cock, gripping and twisting what you can't fit in your mouth, while your left hand cups his balls and gives a gentle squeeze. he moans. you squeeze harder.
"love this fuckin' mouth. like it was made for me."
his hips stutter a bit, one of his hands finding your hair and gripping softly. you can tell he's holding back and you don't want him to. you grab his other hand and bring it to the back of your head, taking his cock as deep as you can into your throat and just... staying there.
"yeah?" he asks, voice gruff, clearly aroused but a little uncertain. "that what you want?"
you nod, moaning out a long mhmm that vibrates against him just right, looking up at him with wide eyes.
"oh, baby," he breathes out, hands gripping your hair harder and beginning to thrust shallowly into your mouth.
it's not enough. you want him to give you everything. want him to lose control. you keep looking at him with those big, needy eyes, nodding slightly as if to say yes, give it to me, i can take it. your hands wrap around him to find his ass, grabbing the flesh there to hold you steady. he begins to thrust harder, fucking your mouth in earnest now.
"there you go baby, that's right. this what you wanted, sweetheart? wanted me to fuck your mouth like a little whore, huh?" he begins rambling as he uses you for his own pleasure. the mix of degradation and praise makes your head spin. "good fucking girl, letting me use you like this. love this slutty little mouth."
your scalp is on fire as jack pulls your hair, your jaw aching from the stretch of him. he hits the back of your throat over and over and over again and the pain of it is delicious. tears are streaming down your face, what's left of your mascara now running down your cheeks. you can't breathe, can't even think, but here, on your knees in the middle of your attending's kitchen, you could die happy, choking and gagging on his perfect cock.
"fuck, stop, stop, stop," he practically growls. "don't wanna cum yet."
before you know it he's manhandling you, gripping under your armpits to physically pull you off of his dick to a standing position. you're gasping, lungs heaving as you finally remember how to breathe. he picks you up effortlessly and plants you on the kitchen counter, using his strong hands to push your thighs apart and spread you open. his for the taking.
"your turn, pretty girl."
jack rips your pants down your legs and his mouth is on you in an instant. he licks a long stripe from your entrance up to your clit, spreading around your arousal. you're impossibly wet, gushing down onto the granite countertop. he continues licking you like that, slow, relentless, so attentive to your whines and moans. it's like he's studying you.
"more," you moan out brainlessly. "please, more."
with that, he plunges his tongue into you. you squeal at the intrusion. he fucks you with his tongue, his nose bumping up against your clit. he can't believe how sweet you taste. your thighs begin to close around his head, but he spreads them back open with his hands and continues. when your thighs begin closing in again, he smacks your pussy, hard, and you scream.
"no," he says so forcefully it's almost scary. "you wanted this, you don't get to fucking hide from me."
he goes back to thrusting in and out of you with his tongue, the strong muscle splitting you open again and again. his thumb has found your clit now and is rubbing rough circles. your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, shooting through your body as you gush on jack's face. he could happily drown in you. he keeps going, not letting up even though you're painfully sensitive. you can feel a second orgasm rising in you impossibly quickly.
"jack i'm gonna--"
with that he stops instantly, denying you your next orgasm with a wicked smile on his face.
"not yet, baby. you had one, can't be getting greedy," he says, slinging you over his shoulder like you're weightless and marching you toward the bedroom. you land in the middle of a plush king size bed, your head hitting a fluffy pillow as jack mounts you and kisses you furiously. it's all teeth and tongue, desperate, impatient, and so so fucking dirty. you moan at the taste yourself on his lips, sweet and tangy. "you like tasting yourself, you little slut? is that it?"
you're pulling at the hem of his shirt, desperate to see more of him. all of him. he takes the hint, pulling the fabric over his head and discarding it somewhere on the floor. he removes your shirt next, then your bra, until you're both naked. you stare at each other for a moment, admiring each other's bodies, before he dives in for another bruising kiss.
"tell me what you want," he grunts against your mouth.
"you," you whine out pathetically.
"me what, sweetheart. come on, use your words, you can do it."
"want you inside me. please, jack, fuck me."
jack slides into you without warning and you're once again shocked by his size. he gives you no time to adjust, thrusting into you fast and relentless. his balls slap against you loudly with every thrust, the sound filling the room. you swear you can feel him in your stomach.
jack lifts up your leg and slings it over his shoulder, the angle letting him get impossibly deeper. you love being split open like this, letting him absolutely ruin you. your legs begin to shake and you can feel yourself approaching the edge.
"jack, i--"
once again, he stops.
"what the fuck?" you yell. and he laughs. he fucking laughs at you.
"you cum when i tell you to cum," he says, sliding out of you and raking his gaze up and down your body. "hands and knees, baby girl."
you obey, flipping over and arching your back.
"there you go, good fucking girl."
with that, jack begins pounding into you harder than ever. he hits that magic spot inside you, right below your cervix, over and over. you're shaking, shivering, barely able to hold yourself up. before long, your arms give out and you collapse face-first into the bed. jack grips your hair and pulls your head back.
"did i tell you to fucking lay down?" he spits out. "hands. and. knees."
you push yourself back into position, barely able to support your own weight but desperate to obey. to follow orders. to be his good girl. he pistons into you, the sound of skin slapping skin reverberating around the room. you feel your climax building and whine out desperately, "jack, i'm gonna cum. please let me cum."
he pulls out of you again. all he says is, "no."
you collapse onto the bed and begin to cry, desperate for the orgasm he's been denying you. jack presses your face into the mattress to muffle your sobs and sinks back into you. he slides in and out torturously slow, the new position letting him get even deeper. he lowers his head to yours, biting your earlobe before whispering to you.
"so fucking pretty and pathetic," he groans, and you can hear the arousal building in his voice. "and all mine. my pretty little whore."
you let out a string of pleasepleaseplease into the mattress as jack fucks you harder, rougher, deeper. your body begins to shake and spasm, the pleasure too much and not enough at the same time. you let out a long, high-pitched whine. "jaaaaaaack."
"you wanna cum baby? you gonna cum for me?"
"yes, yes, please."
jack pulls out of you one last time and rolls you over onto your back. he stares into your eyes like it will pain him to look away. "you wanna cum, you gotta work for it." with that he manoeuvres you so you're straddling him. he gestures for you to take the lead. "come on, pretty girl, you can do it. doing so good."
the praise lights something within you and you start to move. you grind on him, the pressure on your clit delicious and agonizing. you start to find a rhythm, and jack's hands find your ass to guide you. he mutters praises as you ride him. he wants to commit this image to memory. your eyebrows furrowed, mouth open in a perfect o shape, tits bouncing, and that perfect ring of cream around the base of his cock as you fuck yourself on him.
"use me, sweetheart. make yourself feel good. that's it. doing so good for me."
you can feel yourself losing rhythm as your orgasm builds again, that familiar tightness spreading through your body, desperate for release. you close your eyes and get lost in the feeling, until you feel a sting on your ass and hear a loud smack.
"eyes on me, sweetheart. eyes on me." he begins thrusting up into you harder now. "cum for me, pretty girl. let me feel you."
with that you feel yourself let go, pleasure shooting through your body, riding the wave you've been chasing for the better part of an hour. you gush around jack's cock, grinding desperately as your body begins to convulse. you're the most beautiful sight jack has ever seen. he's rambling praises as you come down, repeating good girl like it's some kind of a prayer.
you collapse on top of him and he rolls you over so you're flat on your back. he continues to fuck you through the aftershocks, chasing his own high desperately. you're whining and writhing but he doesn't let up. "come on, pretty girl, you can take it. almost there. you're doing so good."
it's only a few more thrusts before jack is emptying inside of you. you can feel the hot ropes of his cum filling you up and you savour the feeling. he's a panting mess, collapsing on top of you as his cock quivers inside your tight pussy. you stay silent for a while, just breathing each other in, marinating in the feel of each other's bodies and breaths.
"you ok?" he asks, genuine questioning on his face.
"so ok."
"wasn't too much?"
"was perfect, jack."
jack presses a kiss to your temple before rolling off of you, landing at your side with a hand possessively splayed over your stomach. you stay there in comfortable silence for a moment until you feel something hot and heavy against your thigh.
"how the fuck are you still hard?" you ask in disbelief, half a laugh escaping you.
jack winks at you. he fucking winks. "not such a dinosaur, am i?"
