Mind the tags on this one!

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 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.

Thank you!

Daddy!Taissa is so so SO fun to write. Whenever my life chills out and I can commit to answering prompts again, I would love to write some TaiSimone. One day I’ll do a oneshot of them because they canonically have a healthy sex drive. And they always need some more love in the fandom.

As far as how Tai would be a Daddy for Simone, it would differ quite a bit from Van in my opinion.

With Van it’s about punishment and brat taming. (I made Tai a Daddy because Van would not be into a Mommy doing punishment I think)

With Simone, Daddy!Taissa would be all about the status of it all. Lavishing Simone with wining and dining, lavishing her with praise, and of course, lavishing her with orgasms.

Taissa would likely slip into a daddy role with Simone as a way to make up for her workaholic tendencies. “Yes I’m always at work and occupied but I’m providing for you. Let me show you all the ways I am”

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.

Tai lined up the belt in her hand and struck Van’s skin. Van took a hissing inhale. Tai didn’t say anything for a beat, then remembered how this form of play went.

“Uh, count?”

Van snorted. “Wow was that it? You’re really laying down the law there, big timer.”

What an ass. “You gonna count or are you gonna sit there and talk your shit?”

“I’m not even sitting, but ‘kay. One.”

“Good job, Princess.” Taissa lined up her next strike but hesitated. Van was wiggling their ass.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Taissa could hear the snicker in Van’s voice. “Why, I’m curtsying.”

“Curtsying.”

“Yes. I’m a good little Princess.”

“You’re a jackass that can’t fucking count.”

“Ooh, way harsh, Tai–“

-THWACK-

Taissa’s next swing carried the weight of decades of irritation from hearing her least favorite movie quote.

Van gave a satisfied groan. “Now that’s more like it, Daddy. Two.”

Taissa unclasped Van’s ankles from their cuffs, and Van nearly collapsed. “I’ve got you, handsome.” Tai grabbed Van’s thighs, being careful to not move too quickly. She scooted Van further up the bed until they were fully prone on the mattress. She untied her scarf from Van’s wrists and kissed each of Van’s hands before guiding them to lay at their sides.

Taissa took a step back to take in the sight before her. Van was breathing heavily, though less rapidly. The belt marks on their ass were taking on the hue of their burn scars. The blush that was spread on their body when they came was fading, revealing more and more freckles in their wake. Taissa could hardly bear to turn away. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Please don’t move a muscle. I will be right back, gorgeous.”

Taissa walked to the kitchen where she took a long drink of water. She refilled her glass and rinsed out her mouth. She wetted a towel she fished out of a drawer, and went to the pantry. After grabbing a couple of snacks, she came back into the bedroom.

“You asleep? I come bearing gifts.” Tai wiggled a bottle of Gatorade and a bag of Gushers as she walked to the bedside.

Van tried to reach for the bottle of Gatorade, but their hand was still quivering. “Let me, love.” Taissa said.

She held the bottle to Van’s lips, where they took some deep pulls. Tai set the bottle on the nightstand and wiggled the fruit snacks.

“You never let me eat snacks in bed.” Van smiled and obediently opened their mouth. Tai placed a couple of snacks between their smiling lips.

Tai shrugged. “Gushers for my gusher, I guess.”