Okay, this is gonna be my intro post with all the extra info you need to know about me!!!
I am 19, and I am ftm! I love writing fics and just whatever silly ideas come to my head :3
I made all these accounts without my face because I wanna feel free to post stuff like this without judgement (or people I know irl finding me lol)
I started my tik tok first, but many people enjoyed my headcanons I posted and asked me to start doing drabbles on tumblr, so here I am!!
My tik tok is @/baby.boy.pup, and I post headcanons there and also edits. You can follow me if you wish!
I do enjoy yumeshipping, although I’m not super serious about it, so I don’t mind people who share f/o’s with me!!
My F/O list… Jack Abott from the Pitt, Dana Evans from the Pitt, Andrew “Pope” Cody from Animal Kingdom, John Price from Call of Duty, and finally, Kate Laswell from Call of Duty!
Always feel free to ask me questions, all that jazz!! My DM’s are always open, here and on my tik tok :3
I never seen anyone yume with laswell and this makes.me so joyful 🥺
Yes yes!! I’m not so much in my cod phase anymore, but I love Laswell so much!! I lowk started to feel bad shipping myself with her cus she’s a confirmed lesbian and I’m a dude, so I don’t really post about her 😔 but I’m so glad people think I’m awesome
Moodboard of Andrew Pope Cody taking care of a ftm little :)) Got inspo from @baby-boy-pup
https://www.tumblr.com/baby-boy-pup/812829268721696768/pope-cody-little-ftm-reader-%F0%90%94%8C-%F0%90%A6%AF?source=share everybody go read his story !!
This is a little smut shot. I saw somebody talking about the idea on my feed earlier and had to give it a go!! It's basically just Pope taking it slow with a reader who's pretty nervous around sex and intimacy. I haven't written in a while so I could be cooked lol
You and Pope had been dating for a few months now. Despite his awkwardness and the overbearing family dynamic with him and his mother, it somehow worked out. There were bumps along the road of course, as with any relationships. One of those said bumps is tonight, cuddling on the couch while one of Pope’s favorite nature documentaries dances across the TV. His arms are around your middle, and your head is rested back on his shoulder as you sit basically in his lap. He yearns to roam his hands along your body, but holds back for now.
You see, Pope had always assumed you were probably nervous, or even a virgin, just due to the fact you never make a first move towards anything intimate. He’s never one to push you either, because he also understands the intricacies of your identity and how you must be uncomfortable sharing that part of yourself. Tonight though, he wants to make a move. He knows his brothers see sex as something to give and take with anyone, but he sees it as sacred, and really wants to share that intimacy with you.
“Hey.” Pope mumbles against your temple, one hand gently inching upwards on your thigh. “I was thinking.”
You glance over at him, your thigh tensing slightly as you feel his hand. Not that you don’t want it, but it’s so nervewracking. He notices and moves his hand back towards your knee respectfully, able to read your body language.
“I was just- do you ever wanna have sex?” Pope inquires, always incredibly blunt with his words. He found that trying to be flowery or poetic ended up in confusion, at least to him. He settles his hands on your hips in a grounding way, intending to comfort and not push towards any certain behavior.
“Well. Yeah.” You nod, but your body language isn’t very enthusiastic. He blinks, confused with the conflicting statement of your words and the stiffness of your body.
“You don’t really… look thrilled.” He says with a softer tone. You shrug awkwardly, leaning back further against his broad chest for comfort.
“I do want it Andy, I just- I’m nervous.” You say sheepishly, as he nuzzles his face along your neck and by your ear. He already starts to wrack his mind on what he could do to make you more comfortable. Maybe taking it slow, maybe just hands and mouths, not full penetration.
“Okay. So, how do you want it to go?” Pope questions, putting the decision onto you, not in a pressuring way, but so it feels as though you have control. You shrug again, your lip worried between your teeth as you think.
“First we should probably go to the bedroom.” You whisper, trying to be flirtatious but it comes off more nervous. In your mind, being in the bedroom would be most comfortable. You stand up, and he laces your fingers with his, and you both walk hand in hand into your shared bedroom.
You sit on the bed, and he sits beside you, and he looks at you with those stupidly pretty puppy eyes. You smile, and take a deep breath, leaning in to press your lips against his. He kisses back, gentle and soft, but doesn’t push further for harder kisses or more. He rests his hands on your body, one on your hip, the other cupping your cheek. He peeks his eyes open, to make sure you’re not uncomfortable, and when he sees you don’t look off put or nervous, he continues.
Gradually, the kiss deepens, until both of you are basically panting into each other’s mouths. It’s not so much kissing as it is lapping into his mouth as he nips at your lips.
“Okay. I think I can- I just want your fingers.” You decide, sitting against the headboard with knees bent, so he can pull your boxers off. You’re still really nervous, so he takes the time to just touch you first, explaining what he’s doing with each step.
“I’m gonna touch your thighs first.” Pope says, kneading his hands along your thighs, moving gently towards your inner thighs. He narrates the whole way, like an orator of a documentary he spends hours consuming. You nod along, until his hands rest on the waistband of your boxers. He looks you right in the eye as his fingers hook into the elastic.
“That’s okay.” You say, your voice getting a bit husky with the arousal you feel. He nods, and pulls your boxers down, off your legs. He sets the fabric beside him, so he can dress you again later afterwards.
“I’m gonna touch you now.” He says, and he gently presses two fingers to the top of your pubic mound, just to ground you. He drags them down, through your bush, until he’s gently rubbing at your clit. You gasp sharply, unused to feeling someone else’s hands there, and he slows his touch until you relax. You let your head fall back against the headboard, and he brings his other hand towards you as well.
“I’m gonna finger you. Is that okay?” He asks, meeting your eyes before he goes further. You nod, and you feel one of his thick digits breaching your most intimate part. You can feel yourself basically dripping, and it’s hard to believe just how good this feels. You had only ever just touched yourself, but his thick fingers felt incredible.
“O-oh shit. Andy.” You moan his name, and you see him stiffen with concentration. He brings his other hand to your clit, making a ‘V’ shape with his pointer and middle, and gently moves his fingers up and down, your clit trapped between those digits. You start to moan, toes curling.
“Come on baby. Come on.” He mumbles, feeling your walls start to flutter around his digits. He starts to work a little harder, to bring you to that brink. He watches as your abdomen tenses and you press your head back against the headboard, and he knows you’re there.
“Shit!” You cry out, as your orgasm ripples through your body, down through your abdomen. You feel your core squeezing around his fingers, as the climax ebbs and flows away, until it’s a residual ache through you. He smiles, bracing one hand against your thigh, and gently removes his fingers, in a way so you don’t feel too hollow.
“Good job. Good boy.” He mumbles, grabbing a tissue from the bedside table and wiping his fingers off. He gently wipes you up, intimately. He grabs your boxers, grateful he kept them close.
“God Andy, that was- so good.” You say, as he pulls your boxers up, and he teasingly snaps the waistband, before pulling you into his arms. You smile, pressing your face into his chest, which really had to be your favorite part of him. “Don’t you wanna get off?”
“I’m okay. I’m happy just doing it for you.” Pope replies, smiling against your hairline. He swings one leg over you, so you’re both cuddled up close, and he rubs his hand along your flank. “Go to sleep baby. I’m all good.”
A smile graces your lips, as you start to drift off, listening to his heartbeat, grateful to have such an understanding boyfriend.
I haven't been writing guys, I'm sorry :( I got a new job (with much better pay.) and I'm lowk just being lazy all summer until my next semester of college. I have all these lame drabbles written, but nothing big or polished for posting.
Anyways, I'm dreaming of being somebody's good little puppy... So much going on in my brain, but my body is lazy.
Hopefully I have more fics written soon, but idk guys. I'm working so much :( see yall in a bit
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)
Sammy and reader are about to have their first time together but run into a little bit of an obstacle when reader mentions having pain with penetration. Little fluff, mostly smut.
Okay, this idea has been brewing in my brain, and I finally finished my semester, so I have a chance to write. The reader is lowk based on me, in terms of the issues presented. Pls Enjoy!
Little content warning~ reader is FTM, but reader has vaginismus, so the anatomy is mentioned explicitly if that makes you uncomfortable. The anatomy is mentioned using female terminology and male.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
The tension between you and Sammy had been building all day. Months actually, but today it was particularly heated. Of course, you guys had flirted with each other a lot. Slapped each other's asses in the locker room, tug on each other's nipples when changing uniforms. But that could be passed off as 'boys will be boys' behavior, not flirting.
Today in particular, it was flirty jab after lustful remark between you both. He mentions your ass more than once, and when nobody is looking in the bullpen, he leans over to lick your ear, making you squeak.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
All of that flirting, those touches, lead to now. He drives you home, like usual, but instead of driving away, he invites himself up to your apartment. He pinches your ass as he follows you up the stairs, a lustful smile on his face.
As soon as the door closes, his hands are on your hips, yanking you towards him so his crotch is pressed against yours. You feel the sizeable bulge in his jeans, and you moan as you start to grind back against him. You feel the sheer size of his cock, and it makes a sweat break out on your brow as you rut your hips together.
"Fuck baby, I need to be inside you yesterday." He says, face flushed and pupils dilated with arousal. You nod desperately, shedding your uniform. First your duty belt, clattering to the floor in your tiny apartment, then your shirt and boots, then pants.
Sammy does the same, until your both standing in your boxers, uniforms forgotten in the foyer. Sammy knows you're trans, it's never been a secret between you both. This is just the first time he's seeing you as you are. No packer in your boxers to give you an artificial bulge, no layers to hide your thick thighs, and Sammy is fucking drooling for it.
As you guys stumble to the bedroom together, his hands feel up your ass, along your ribs and chest. You fall onto the bed on your back and he positions himself between your thighs, his hands on your hips.
"Jesus Sammy." You groan, and you guys start to rut against each other again, until he slips your boxers off. He groans at the sight of you, dripping wet just for him, a gorgeous tdick standing out under the dark thatch of hair on your pubic mound. He throws his head back to stare at the ceiling before he busts in his boxers.
"You're so fucking hot. Holy shit, I need inside you." He whimpers, working his own boxers off with fervor. He can only imagine how warm you're going to be, wrapped around his dick.
And then suddenly, your arousal is squashed, like a bucket of water poured over a bonfire. Suddenly, you remember just how bad it hurts for any attempt at penetration. Sammy seems to notice, and gives you a little room, not leaning over you so heavily so you don't feel trapped.
"Hey. You okay?" He asks, resting his hands on your flank and rubbing up and down. He can see you're suddenly a little uncomfortable. You lean your head back into the pillow, feeling a little guilty for killing the mood.
"I- I guess sometimes... it hurts." You say, awkwardly. You sit up, so you and Sammy are facing each other as his face falls into a concerned mask.
"What do you mean?" He asks, not following your line of thought. When he hears you say it hurts sometimes, he's not entirely sure what you're referring to.
"I've got- like... vaginismus. I can't really- do penetration. Or if I do, it takes so fucking long to actually work me open. It hurts. Sometimes" You explain, face flushed deep red from embarrassment rather than the arousal from just moments ago. It feels embarrassing to have to pause this moment, and possibly ruin it.
Sammy pauses and takes that in. He's never heard of that in particular, he's heard of sex being painful, but not vaginismus. So he mentally takes a step back from rushing, and nods.
"Okay. Do- do you still wanna have sex? Or we can like- I could eat you out?" He offers, trying to find a solution so you can still have sex with him, but without pain.
"We can still fuck, it just... takes a while. You'll have to- to work me open for a while." You reply, bracing for the rejection that typically came after that. No dudes wanted to have sex that required so much build-up and foreplay. Not any that you had met so far.
Sammy grunts, and for a moment you assume this is when you get blue-balled and he'll leave, but then you see his hand fly down to his crotch, kneading his cock. And you realize, he likes the idea of fingering you for an hour.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He moans, eyes squeezing shut. "I'm gonna cum." He grunts, pressing his forehead to your shoulder. He's so attracted to the thought of fingering you for a long time, like it's the hottest thing he's ever heard.
"I'll do it. Please, let me- let me finger you." He moans, looking at you with shiny eyes, desperate to please you. It's almost a little pathetic if it wasn't so hot to see him desperate.
"Okay. Okay. One finger first." You say, laying back down on the bed and handing him lube. Even if you were already a little wet, it would help a little.
He starts with his pointer finger, warming up the lube on it. He gently massages around your entrance before sliding it inside, and pausing when he's knuckle deep. The familiar stinging pain is there in your crotch, but he uses his other hand to gently rub at your perineum which helps to soothe the ache.
"Okay?" He checks in on you, and you nod a little, so he starts to move his finger gently. The first minute or so isn't very pleasurable, but eventually, the ache loosens up and you allow yourself to get lost in the pleasure.
"You're too good to me Sammy." You moan, as he preps you for his second finger. Again, the process starts again. The ache and sting, and then melting into pleasure.
By the time he works 3 fingers into you, you're sweating and moaning whorishly. He's rutting his own hips against the bed, whimpering at the wet sound of his fingers inside you.
"You're so hot. Fuck, look at you." He whines, three fingers deep in your cunt, watching his fingers move in and out like it's the best thing he's ever seen. He's almost teary eyed, which is frankly the cutest thing you've seen. He looks good pathetic.
"I'm ready. Come on Sammy. Please." You moan, reaching down to tug on his wrist. You know that when he first tries to push his cock in, it's going to hurt. But with how patient he's been so far, you're sure it'll feel good.
Sammy lets out a noise akin to a sob, desperate and pleading to be wrapped up in your warmth. He pulls his fingers out of your cunt, with one last stroke over your tdick, and kneels between your legs.
"Okay. I-I'm gonna go slow. Tell me to stop if it hurts." He says, panting hard, pupils blown wide with pleasure. He rests your ankles on his shoulders, and lines his cock up. He sloppily pours some more lube, knowing it would help.
"Deep breath baby, big stretch." He says. The way his voice is a little condescending with the praise, it makes your eyes roll back. The sting is there of course, and he rubs his hands along your flank and tweaks your nipples, to hopefully soothe you.
He stops at about halfway inside, and his eyes are rolled back in his head. You're so hot and tight around him and he's so fucking close. He tells himself he won't cum though, not until you feel good. He holds your tdick between his thumb and pointer finger, slowly jerking it to bring you other pleasure while you get used to the stretch.
You moan, loud and long. There's so much sensation coming at you from all angles, and eventually, after about 10 minutes of working, he's buried to the hilt inside you. A few overwhelmed tears roll down your cheeks, and he kisses them away.
"You can move." You say breathlessly to Sammy, consent given for him to start. He gently starts to roll his hips, but he continues to jerk your tdick, to help keep up the pleasure. At this point, you're so wet that it can be heard through the whole room. He's moaning like mad in your ear as he starts to genuinely fuck into you.
"Oh fuck Sammy!" You moan, head tossed back. This is probably the first time anybody has taken such care to make sure sex feels good for you. You almost cry at the thought, knowing that you'll get this whenever you want now.
His cock is something else, moving inside you like a piston, in and out and in and out. He nips at your jaw, and fuck, the way he moans makes your eyes roll back. You halfway wonder what it would be like to peg him into oblivion, but you push that thought aside for later.
"I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck, please baby." He nearly sobs, his thrusts getting sloppier and erratic. You nod desperately and lock your legs around him, clenching hard.
"Come on Sammy. Please." You moan, also teary eyed. His hips stutter desperately, before he's cumming hard. As you feel the heat filling you, it also pushes you towards climax. You clamp down hard, with a loud keening moan, and an orgasm shakes through your body.
You both lay there for a moment, both spent and exhausted. He doesn't pull out yet, basically laying down on top of you as you warm his cock.
"That was so good." You mumble against his shoulder, words muffled as you smush your face to him.
"I'm gonna pull out." He warns, unsure if it would hurt you. He plants his hands on your hips, and pulls out gently. It is a little sore, but he shushes you gently. You almost doze off, but wake up again a moment later as you feel a warm washrag wiping up your thighs, over your pubic mound.
Sammy then wipes himself up and drops the rag on the floor, assuming he would clean it tomorrow, and flops onto the bed with you.
"I'd finger you for days." He says, flirting without finesse. You chuckle as he pulls you against his chest, smushing your face against him.
"I think I'd be down." You reply, nipping at his pec before pulling the blanket over both of you. There's a small residual ache in your groin, but with how gentle he'd been and how long he worked you open for, it's not as bad as previous times.
"I love you Sammy." You mumble, sleepily. He tangles his hands in your hair and sighs contentedly, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head.
"I love you too." He says, as you drift off. He drifts off too, already cataloging things to help you with your pain, and vowing to figure out how to pleasure you the best he can.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
Okay guys, first fic now that college is done! This lowk hits close to home for me cus I also cannot do penetration and have vaginismus. But I went to physical therapy, and it helped!! This is based on my experience, idk if others have felt vaginismus this way lol
Anyways, I hope this was good for all my moots out there. Gimme some criticism in the comments if you see fit!
Bro… I just finished watching the finale of AK I’m gonna need to scroll through your blog and rock back and forth in a padded cell to soothe myself I’m actually crying. Pope is okay he’s like just taking a nap in a cozy bed with a ton of blankets and stuff right? Yeah no I’m skidaddling down to all of your Pope fics where we can take care of him, heart is shattered :(
Pope is the best fr, my fave character! He’s with me fr, and he’s doing okay, even if the season finale appeared to be different 🙂↕️ he’s my goat fr
Tysm for the follow back!! I love love ur stuff sm. Ive been seeing ur vids all over my fyp n i dont know how i never followed u!!! Ur ideas r so yummy🤤🤤
Uh anyway stay mad, stay mystified, stay puppy
Thank you!!!! I love writing (although I’m nearing the end of my college semester and I’ve been too busy to write)
I have big plans for upcoming fics tho!! I’m glad you like my content ‼️‼️
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