#brat!van

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Daddy!Tai oneshot is finished! Thank you all for your patience!

Mind the tags on this one!

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Still on a prompt break but writing on my oneshots when I feel a burst of inspiration….

Taissa finally emerged from her home office at about 6:30 pm. Van hoped the smell of the soy chorizo they were sizzling on the stove would finally do its trick. “Hey Tai, dotted all your ‘i’s and crossed all your ‘t’s?” Van asked, turning off the burner.

“Open your mouth.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” Tai’s voice was stern. “Open. Your. Mouth.” She had closed the distance between them, her eyes zeroed in on Van’s lips.

Van opened their mouth and Taissa swiftly stuck two of her fingers in between Van’s lips. “Don’t make me tell you what to do next.” Taissa said.

Van began to suck on Tai’s fingers. A small curl formed on the corner of Tai’s mouth. Van noticed a familiar taste on Tai’s fingers.

A flash of recognition must’ve shown on Van’s face because Tai began to speak softly. “Yeah, you know what that is, hm? Someone’s behavior got Daddy very very worked up today. She tried to take care of it herself. Yeah, you taste it, don’t you? But Daddy’s still feeling needy.”

Van couldn’t contain the smug grin as they recalled teasing Tai throughout her workday.

Taissa whipped her fingers out of Van’s mouth. Before Van could speak, she gave Van a sharp yet light slap with her wet hand. “Daddy doesn’t like feeling needy. You’re going to fix that.”

Van felt the rush of cold from their spit on their cheek and a rush of heat burning in Taissa’s gaze.

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Ahhh been in such an inspired mode making this oneshot! Hopefully that means I can get back to my asks 💜

Van heard Tai’s heels clip-clap-clip to the stereo system. After a moment of noise handling a cd and the remote, Van heard an r&b song start to play.

“D’Angelo, hm? We making a baby Tai? You got the turkey baster gravied up?”

Taissa barked a short laugh. “Baby we really gotta do something about that mouth of yours. It’s getting on Daddy’s nerves.”

Van turned their head to the side, in hopes Tai would see their wicked grin. “Funny, that wasn’t quite the sentiment you had on the kitchen floor—“

-thwack-

Van groaned at the pain ricocheting through their body.

“That’s good, Van. Those are the types of things I want to hear out of that mouth of yours.”

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Van would be doing the most to distract Taissa from her work, sitting under her desk kissing up her skirt trying to get her to take a break…

Van knocked on the door to Taissa’s office. They were bringing her a Half-Caf, in hopes she wouldn’t notice the taste. She was working later and later this week. And sleeping less and less.

“Open!” Taissa called out before returning to her phone call.

Taissa grinned at Van before doing one of her infamous ‘fuck this shit’ eye rolls. As she interrupted the caller to ramble about the Zoning Board, Van stifled a laugh.

Taissa took the cup and winked at Van. Van made a curtsy like a French Maid. It was then, that they noticed Taissa’s legs underneath the desk.

A skirt.

Taissa did not see the wicked grin cross Van’s face. She was busy typing angrily on her laptop. Van quietly sunk down and crawled under the desk.

Taissa’s right leg was jittering. She had been having too much caffeine lately and was trying to cut back on smoking. She was far too wound up.

Van reached their hand up the smooth curve of Taissa’s toned calf. A sudden cough from above before she wheeled her chair back and hissed, “Van! Are you fucking kidding me right now? Her nostrils flared severely in a way that made everyone else in Taissa Turner’s life wither. Everyone except Van.

Van winked and began kissing Taissa’s knee. Taissa continued talking on the phone. She looked down at Van and shook her head.

Van knew Taissa could get them to leave. She simply had to make a thumbs down gesture. She was into this.

Vans kisses travelled to the inside of Taissa’s thighs. Their hands began pushing up Taissa’s skirt. Though it was dark under the desk, Van could smell a very familiar smell: Taissa was soaked.

Taissa coughed again and continued her stream of legal jargon. Van tuned it out because it bored them to tears.

Taissa’s hand bonked Van’s shoulder. Van pulled out of Taissa’s skirt to see an note in Taissa’s sharp cursive

“You are going to pay for this.”

Van took the note out of Taissa’s hand and guided it to the back of their head. They reached their hands to yank Tai’s panties down as they dove back under her skirt.

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how did tai being daddy start for taivan!

You know darn well it started with Van being a brat!

Van was right where they wanted to be, over Taissa’s knee getting spanked. This was a go-to punishment for when Van pulled an attitude with Taissa. It was all in good fun.

But this time, Van wasn’t done baiting Taissa. After she landed a particularly firm swat, Van wanted a little more. They thought of a way to surely pester Taissa.

They wiggled their bare ass on Taissa’s lap. “You can do better than that. I’ve been so very naughty, daddy.”

Van was expecting a scoff. Van was not expecting a long silence.

“Did you… like that?”

-SLAP-

Taissa’s hand made contact with Van’s skin in searing contact. “Don’t speak unless daddy tells you to.”

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I could see Van just wearing boxers around the house when they know Tai is trying to study/work :)🤩

“What are you doing?” Taissa asked while refilling her coffee.

Van paused in the middle of their bagel, “Eating breakfast..?”

Taissa eyed them down. Van was completely nude save for a pair of boxers. And not just any boxers, their black Calvin Kleins that shaped perfectly to their ass. “That ‘s your outfit for the day?”

Van looked down at their bare chest and shrugged. “Yeah, might as well. You’re locking yourself up in the office all day, I might as well let my nips breathe a little. Kinda warm in here.”

“So turn the fucking air conditioning up.” Taissa replied, a little too sharply.

Van made a face as if to ponder that statement. “Yeah, that could be an idea, but I don’t know if Daddy would like it if I touched the thermostat.”

Van made pointed eye contact with Taissa when they said ‘Daddy’. It took all of Taissa’s focus to keep her face steady.

Leave it to Van to drive me fucking insane before I have to bury myself in a mountain of EPA reports.

Taissa’s voice took on a tone of mock concern. “Oh no, that’s not good!” She walked to the ice dispenser on the fridge and popped out an ice cube. “Here.” She said, placing the cube into Van’s free hand. Before Van could retort, Taissa took Van’s hand and put it on their nipple.

Van shuddered and nearly dropped their bagel. “Hopefully that can tide you over until Daddy gets done with work and can turn down the thermostat for you.” Taissa spoke with a wink. She sipped her coffee as she strolled back into her office.

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Writing some impact play for Brat!Van and could use some input!

How should Tai spank Van?

Flogger

Paddle

Belt

Voting ended onFeb 12

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Idk if you have talked about this already but do you think there is a daddy Taissa/other tai link? I feel like there is a tether there somewhere

I love that connection!

I am definitely thinking of Tai’s Other when I’m playing around with these kink dynamics.

I think some of it honestly came from some of the memes where Tai is one of the daddies for Wilderness Baby.

But I see it in themes of punishment, authority, control.

I have Van bratting out of a place of vulnerability and surrender, so that’s when Tai gets into her vigilant other state.

This is also sososos daddy of Tai 🫦