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Like others here I want to wish you well and everything! You were one of the first hatosy bloggers I followed and you opened my eyes for a lotttt of things. Your writing is AMAZING and the characterization is just chefs kiss.
Love ya!! đđ
WAITâ YOU ALL ARE GOING TO MAKE ME CRY⊠thank you, thank you. i am sending you kissies and love right back !!! đ
Aww Iâm gunna miss you! I just wanna say one of the big reasons I love your blog is your characterizations. You know these characters so well and write them fantastically. Kisses and hugs, feel better, babe!
wowieee thank you so much, this means a lot 2 me. i worry about my characterization a lot for any character i chose to write </3 i really appreciate the kind words and support, thank you again xoxo
after tomorrow i will unfortunately be taking a brief hiatus on my blogs due to both big adult responses and wanting to limit my screen time (itâs making my anxiety worse) </3 i will try to answer some asks and talk to you a bit b4 i log out, my precious sweetie pies âŠ
#thinking about andrew calling to check in on you while heâs out and heâs all âhey, babyâ howâs my favorite girl?â only to be met with mumbles and huffs and complete insolence because youâve been irritated since he woke you up that morning with goodbye kisses all over your sleepy face. maybe you just want attention, maybe you just miss him and wish he wasnât âworkingâ so you can have him all to yourself. both are valid.
but he wonât have you speaking to him like heâs just some guy youâre fucking. youâre meant to respect him, he does everything for you! instead of immediately putting you in your place, he lets you have your tantrum over the phoneâ nodding and humming as you carry on.
the second you give him one last exaggerated sigh, he clears his throat and says, âdo you feel better now?â and if your answer is anything close to a no, he carries on with a low voice. like heâs laying out his conditions, âhereâs how this is gonna go, baby. youâre gonna drop that attitude before i get home, and if you apologize real good tâme for being so bitchy, we can do whatever you want. howâs that sound?â
content <đ .á 18+, age gap, taboo -> fauxcest, unhealthy coping for both reader & pope, punishments & rewards, impact play -> spanking, watersports -> omo, a cameo from craig, mentions of drinking & partying, shame & moral conflict.
posts that i think fit here -> one | two | three
ironyâ
andrew never envisioned himself being with someone so dependent. he always considered himself the one that needs to be fixed or saved. heâs seen it before. younger girls who want to try their hand at figuring him out and making him better. but then he met you, and youâre not interested in that at all. youâre just a pair of glossy eyes, holding years worth of daddy issues that he can relate to in his own twisted ways. youâve clearly been waiting for the right target.
it should be a red flag. he should tell you that youâre barking up the wrong tree, but he doesnât. he feels needed, he feels like youâre healing him even if the morality of it all is blurred into one thin line. it doesnât matter, though. when he catches you slipping, he quick to wrap his big arms around you. âcâmere, kid âŠâ
strictest dad in the worldâ
you have routines youâre expected to follow, youâre not allowed to do anything without his say, and if for whatever reason heâs not around, you need to keep him updated. everything is monitored by him. phone usage, money spending, how much you sleep and eat. youâre not even allowed to cuss sometimes!
youâre usually a little angel for him. but every now again you wake up in a bitter mood. you donât feel like making your bed, you donât want to eat the breakfast heâs making for you or put on the clothes heâs already picked out. while youâre huffing and puffing and throwing your pillows around, he stands behind you with his hands ready to grab you if needed. âyouâre fucking rotten this morning. keep it up and see what it gets you, brat.â
taking actionâ
your rewards are entirely your choice. varying from crazy shopping sprees to something as simple as andrew rubbing you through your panties until youâre dumb and only babbling out slurred variations of dad ân daddy. whatever his baby wants. your punishments are calculated, however. spankings are the default for awhile. you work yourself up so bad, choking on your tears and hiccuping from the pain while he delivers each heavy handed smack and mutters about how your behavior needs to be corrected. eventually that lingering pain melts into pleasure, and thatâs when he decides he has to switch things up here and there.
sometimes heâll make you sit in the corner for a bit, or write out line after line of apologies for him on a piece of paper. other times, if you were especially mouthy or difficult, youâre not allowed to use the bathroom until he says so. he likes the way you cling to his leg and try to squirm around in hopes of relieving the ache or preventing yourself from having an accident a little too much.
trusted family membersâ
craig hears something he shouldnât have. youâre exhausted but still trying to party, itâs late and quite honestly you have too much liquor in your system for a little girl to handle. this always happens after you drink, you pull out the entire daddyâs girl routine and use it against andrew. youâre clinging to him as he manhandles you inside, heâs careful not to jostle your around too much or leave any sore spots behind. youâre sniffling about how he always ruins your fun, about how heâs such an unfair daddy.
his eyes meet craigâs, a silent threat to not say a word to anyone else about seeing you in this fragile and almost volatile state. craig wouldnât dare to, anyway ⊠thereâs a silent agreement there. especially when he hears you mumble something about âuncle craigâ into andrewâs shoulder as youâre escorted away.
alone timeâ
andrew is reluctant to explore the naughtier side of this dynamic for months, truthfully. he can handle a bit of dry humping or having his hand in your panties, but he canât bring himself to really fuck you. it feels like heâs defiling your trust because he knows how deep rooted this entire setup is for you âŠ
but youâre so sweet when youâre pawing at him, all sleepy and tugging at his shirt and boxers with greedy hands until he shushes you and helps. youâre begging him to pull your panties to the side in that small, slumber heavy voice instead of just fucking you over them like usual, and his head is spinning (âdadâ daddy, please. need to feel you, daddy.â) his forehead drops to yours. your lashes flutter shut and your arms scramble to cling to his shoulders as he relents despite the shame thatâs blossoming in his chest. he stuffs you full with a few careful thrusts and a groan falling form his lips, drowning out the sound of your little mewls entirely as you nuzzle into him. âshh, shhâ relax, daddyâs here.â
actually ⊠i think pope + fauxcest is very hard for him once the scene breaks, or when youâre feeling independent for once and donât need him as much in that way. i think he struggles with the taboo of it all and it can trigger his obsessive thinking or bad thoughts and compulsions if he feels like heâs too deep in it. itâs a loop of terrible feedback heâs giving himself until you come up to him and cling on his arm, coaxing him to fall right back into a clearer headspace without even trying.
simplified my themes on both blogs ⊠which is good because i really like when things feel lighter but also bad because now i want to make a bunch of tweaks and try out new theme ideas âŠ
Please donât let your blog stress you out mama! Donât write because you think we want it, write bc you want to! Love your stuff have a relaxing week!! đ«°đ«°
oh, youâre so sweetie pie honey bun ⊠i promise itâs not my blogs stressing me out at all, just my work-life balance and upcoming move making me a shell of a human ⊠liiike i was born to be popeâs baby not pay bills or worry about deadlines, i hate all of this !!!
spoiled!reader sunbathing in the bed of jackâs truck because she doesnât want to lay out on the grass in the backyard ⊠mind you, jack doesnât even know what sheâs up to or that this is a thing she does now because heâs sleeping after his exhausting night shift.
pope x reader whoâs rough around the edges herself. she grew up in a seedy trailer park in oceanside and admittedly didnât have much of a chance with absent parents but god, she triesâ sheâs always in beat up denim short-shorts and random t-shirts or colorful bikini tops, always at deranâs bar because she knows him and craig from the party scene they were all wrapped up in. sheâs the type to paint her nails while a cigarette rests between her lips, the type that knows how to hold a gun without shaking because sheâs seen entirely too much for her age. and pope knows he should stay away from her, for various reasons, but something always pulls him back in. the urge to protect her, to scold her for wasting her potential ⊠along with the constant itch to bend her over whichever surface is the closest and show her why she shouldnât run her mouth so much around big, bad criminals.
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