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Pope brushing his S/O’s hair | HCs

Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody x Reader

a/n: this idea popped into my head so here you go, sorry for not posting the last few days btw! im working on more, while battling a new hyperfixation, trying to not let it fully take over my brain lol.

cw: fluff, implied mentally ill reader, reader has brushable/braidable hair, bathing, comfort, none-sexual nudity.

he’d come home early in the morning after being out all night, finding you awake, exhausted look in your eyes and dried tears staining your cheeks, he’d crouch down next to you where you sat on the floor by the bed, pushing your hair from your face, “couldn’t sleep?” he’d ask as you just shook your head too exhausted to speak, “been rough lately huh? i should’ve been here..” he’d speak almost as if to himself, he knew you got bad mental periods, too overwhelmed and exhausted to get yourself out of bed or take a bath for days and on worse moments maybe even weeks.

“i’ll brush it out for you and help you into the bath, yeah?” he’d say, his thumb wiping away a stray tear as you nodded, “alright”.

he’d grab your hairbrush off your nightstand before sitting behind you on the floor, gently starting to brush your hair, starting from the bottom as to not form more knots and tug your scalp.

you’d just sit there hugging you knees close to your chest, feeling the bristles of your hairbrush run through your hair, Pope’s hand following close behind, smoothing out your hair with his palm with every brush stroke.

him softly humming a tune as he took care of you, making sure that you were doing alright and apologizing whenever he tugged your hair by accident, knowing how sensitive your scalp must be by now, after not having been able to brush it yourself for a couple of days.

he’d quietly just brush your hair as if you were a doll, making sure there were no knots left as he ran his fingers through your hair, soft and easy, “that feel nice?” he’d ask softly, you’d only nod again, closing your eyes, enjoying the feeling.

when finished he’d pick out the hairs stuck to the brush and toss them in the bin, while you got up to get ready for your bath, him turning away as you got off your clothes, not wanting to make you uncomfortable by eyeing you down.

when done he’d lead you to the bathroom and get you into the tub, helping you bathe while he just sat by the tub, his thumb gracing over your knee as he talked to you, not letting you fall asleep or let your mind wander off.

when all cleaned up and all the soap rinsed off, he’d hold your hand as you got out of the bathtub, making sure you didn’t slip as he wrapped you up in a towel, drying your hair before giving it another quick brush down.

once no longer dripping wet, he’d braid your hair into two braids before leading you to your bed, getting all nice and cozy, his arms wrapped around you as you laid together, “never feel scared to tell me that you need help, you know i’ll always be there when you need me” he’d mumble into your damp hair, “promise?” you’d ask quietly, never moving your eyes away from his chest, “i promise”.

<3

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Naughty girls who don’t follow their rules get their temperature taken and spanked with the ebony hairbrush and VCB. 🫣

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[mystepmomspanksme]

Alone In the House

You always look forward to your stepmum’s monthly trips out of town. With your father at work you’ll finally have the house to yourself.  It gives you the chance to give yourself the spankings that you secretly wish she would give you - although to be fair, you really aren’t sure you could take a hard spanking from her - she had been a varsity tennis player in college and is very athletic.

Her cab picks her up at 7:00 am and you snooze until your father leaves half an hour later.  Then, anxious to get started, you arrange the pillows on your bed into a nice high pile before retrieving her heavy wooden hairbrush and placing it on top of them. After a nice warm shower, you want to give yourself as much as you can take before heading off to work at ten.

With the water running, you don’t hear her return after a canceled flight. You’ve dried off and given yourself a few warm-up whacks with your hand in the bathroom before coming around the corner. Then your heart stops.

“What are you doing honey?” she asks, standing in your doorway with a bemused smile. “Why’s my hairbrush doing in here on top of the pillows piled on your bed? Were you going to spank yourself or something?”

Turning bright red, you stammer until she cuts you off. “I suggest you get on with your little self-spanking while I watch. How many strokes were you going to give yourself?” she asks as she takes a ringside seat.

“Maybe about a hundred and fifty,” you mumble. 

She giggles, “You had better deliver each one as hard as you can—or else.”

You don’t ask, “Or else what?”

(she sat down to watch)

After the first thirty full-force, humiliating strokes you can’t take any more and stop for a break.

“Why are you stopping, I only counted 30 strokes?” she asks. Before getting an answer she suggests, “Why don’t we start over? This time just keep spanking until I tell you to stop.”

Listening to her giggling and sneering comments as you spank yourself is the most embarrassing things you ever can imagine. Two sessions of nearly 100 strokes later, your ass is on fire, you’re exhausted and you can barely whimper when she finally tells you to quit.

“Get in the corner. Hands behind your head, nose touching the wall,” she orders in no uncertain terms.  Trying to move in such a way to hide the fact that, despite the pain in your cheeks, you’re tremendously aroused, you know you’re unsuccessful.

“You stay right there, honey. I’m going down stairs to grab a little something to eat. When I come back it’ll be my turn to use the hairbrush on those ‘spank me please’ buns of yours. You’ve given yourself a nice little warm-up, but I’m really looking forward to spanking your ass a proper purple once I’ve had some breakfast. You ought to love that, from the looks of things,” she coos.

“I wish I had known you were a little spanko perv before now, she continues. “We could have been having sooo much fun. Now that I do know, you can be sure your spankings are going to be a whole lot harder than those little love taps you gave yourself and happen a whole lot more often.  And so much catching up to do!

“In fact, I think I might do a little on-line shopping today. I think we might need a paddle or two and who knows what else?  Oh, well I guess you do! Straps, canes?  Tools for our new understanding. I’ll even make sure some get here in time for the weekend! Aren’t you excited?” Clearly, she can see the true answer to this.

As she leaves the room, you’re left in the corner—your head swimming with the seismic change your relationship has just taken. Is this what you’d really wanted? Spanking is one thing, but the thought of your stepmum standing behind you with a cane or strap and subjecting your ass to her powerful forehand makes you shudder. A sense of dread starts to overtake you when you hear her come back into the room.

Picking up the hairbrush and loudly smacking it against her own palm a few times make you jump as she says, “Come out of the corner and get over my lap, honey. It’s time for you to find out what a real spanking feels like!”

Be careful what you wish for! lol

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