A series of short stories and drabbles, some as commissions (tagged in story body or title), as well as little snippets of what lives in my mind rent free. Updates are sporadic, but hopefully can spend some fun times in between updates on my longer...
Written for FetLife user VexedAgain44 (Not originally written as a fanfic drabble, but I used Hobi from my collaboration Sweet As Sugar for the inspiration, so I'm attributing it to him)
She waited right beside the door, hands clasped in front of her cute sundress, purple tresses pinned away from her face and falling over her shoulders, smile bright as she practically buzzed with excitement. It was her favorite time of day, everything in the house in its place, dinner warming in the oven, the sun just starting to set and pushing a blushing glow through the windows. The clock on the wall in the sitting room gave it's deep toll, six in a row, just as tires were heard in the driveway.
Daddy was home.
She nearly squeaked in excitement, eager to see the face she had come to learn as one she admired, and shower it with kisses as she earned praise for all the things she had done right in the day. Restraining herself from hopping on the balls of her feet, she held her breath as she watched the handle turn on the door. That same breath caught in her throat as he walked through the door and leveled an insidious gaze in her direction.
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Oh shit.
He hadn't forgotten.
Her antics of the earlier part of the day, sending pictures when she knew he had a packed day, of telling him no even though she fully intended to do as she was told, texting him all of her dirty thoughts without filter when it would be hours before she could enact any of them...he hadn't forgotten. He towered over her as he removed his jacket and hung it on the hook by the door, each move slow and purposeful. Rolling up his sleeves on his crisp shirt, he tilted his head to the side.
"Why aren't you running, Little Bunny?"
She barely had time to register his words, but definitely recognized the growl he emitted as he stalked toward her. She fumbled momentarily as she backed up, finally gasping in a breath as she barely dodged his hands, turning to run a bit faster and put the furniture of the room between them. He didn't run after her, but rather strode toward her slowly, the determination and arrogance in his eyes letting her know she wouldn't win the game.
But that didn't mean she wouldn't try.
Circling around the edge of the room, she finally reached the entryway and ran again, legging it for the back door and causing him to run after her at full speed, He slammed the door shut just as he opened it, a dark chuckle rumbling from his chest near her ear.
"Try again."
She ducked under the cage of his arms, frantic for a space of solace, ending up in the living room again as she heard his footsteps coming closer. She considered the kitchen, but the hard surfaces there made her balk. Spinning around again, she saw him emerge into the living room as well, his larger frame blocking her only other exit. She feigned toward the kitchen, making him take two long steps forward in preparation to ward off her retreat, then booked it for the hallway once again.
