My Digital Escape One Shots

Daddy

May contain some, uh, slight sexual content. Read at your own risk.
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You were angry and sad and all out of sorts. Your boyfriend, the one and only Johnnie Guilbert, was going to be back from Warped Tour two weeks ago, but he decided to go and stay with Jordan in Australia for a little while before coming back to LA. You knew that he rarely had a chance to hang out with Jordan and you were glad that they got to hang out, but you missed your precious little Boner Boy.

You had just gotten off the phone with him. He told you his flight was overbooked and that he would have to stay another day. You were angry, angry because he knew how much you missed him and angry because he didn't seem to care. You hung up without telling him you loved him, something you'd never done in the two years you guys had been dating.

You tried calming yourself down by making some tea, but it didn't really go as well as planned. You took a few sips out of your Batman mug, tears springing to your eyes as you thought about your relationship. Johnnie hadn't been as emotionally invested in your relationship as he had in the first year of you two dating, and it was taking a dramatic toll on you. He barely talked to you at all while he was on tour, and then he just up went to Australia without consulting you or telling you until he landed.

You dried your eyes and dumped your tea out in the sink, going to sleep. It was past four in the morning and you were tired from all of the emotional stuff you had been through. You fell asleep and didn't wake up until six in the evening later that day. You made yourself something to eat and texted Johnnie asking when his flight would be taking off. It didn't shock you that he didn't respond until quarter till midnight, tiredness taking its effect on you not even six hours after waking up.

It's taking off at six. My flight is about 14 hrs long tho

You sighed, wishing him goodnight and turning off your phone. You threw it across the room onto your other couch, bringing your knees up to your face and wrapping your arms around your legs. You could feel tears spring into your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away. You got up and went into your room, grabbing your laptop and laying in bed. You scrolled through Tumblr and Twitter for the next four hours, filming a video for your YouTube channel and editing until nine in the morning. You fell asleep without realizing, waking up at around seven o'clock to the front door slamming shut.

"Y/N?" Johnnie yelled, walking into the bedroom and looking at you with a worried expression. "Were you asleep?"

"Yes," you answered, laying your head back down on your pillow and facing away from the door.

"It's almost seven, why were you asleep?"

"Because I was up until nine editing."

"I tried calling you, you know."

"My phone is turned off."

"Why?"

"Because it is, alright?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"Yes I'm fucking mad at you." You sat up in bed, glaring at him. "You left for three fucking months to go on Warped Tour and then left for Australia for another two weeks and didn't bother telling me until you were already there. I tried texting you and calling you every single fucking day but you barely ever answered me. It feels like you don't even give a shit anymore! I feel like absolute shit because I think you went to Australia not only to hang out with Jordan, but also to get another two weeks off from having to put up with my shit. And I don't want a fucking apology from you. I don't want some crazy romantic gesture or for you to do something for me, I just want you to put forth an effort in our relationship."

You stood up and left the room, not bothering to listen for his response before locking yourself in the bathroom. You cried for a bit, eventually taking a shower to relax. You hadn't thought to bring any clothes in with you, so you wrapped yourself tightly in a towel and walked into your bedroom. You began to rummage through your drawers in search of pajama pants and your MCR tee, unaware of Johnnie walking into the room until you heard the door shut. You spun around and glared at him as he walked towards you, taking a few steps back from him until you nearly up against the wall.

"Y/N, please, I just want a hug," he said, taking another small step towards you. "I haven't seen you in over three months. I haven't hugged you or kissed you or played video games with you or cuddled with you in such a long time. Please." He took another cautious step forward, looking to you to see if you would react. You didn't move, just kept staring at him as he slowly made his way closer to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him, his tight embrace making you want to forgive him. It made you want to just allow him to be forgiven. It made you want to cuddle him and kiss him and just straight up forgive him.

You hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him back, keenly aware of the fact that you were only wearing a towel. He held you in his arms for a long while, and you were about to pull away when you felt his lips against your neck.

"Johnnie, don't even think about it," you warned, pulling your arms away from his neck and placing them against his chest in an attempt to push him back. He kept placing soft little kisses against your neck, moving up until he was kissing the spot right below your ear, a place you considered to be a sensitive area.

"J-Johnnie stop. I'm not doing this right now." He still didn't listen to you, kissing up your jaw and placing his lips firmly against yours.

"You told me to start putting an effort into this relationship," he mumbled against your lips. "I'm not gonna let this - us - fall apart."

"At least let me get dressed first," you said, giving in to his wishes.

"I could do that, but it'd be less fun that way," he said smirking against your lips. You pushed him back so he was laying on the bed, straddling his hips, holding your towel up, and removing his jacket all at once, somehow managing to keep his lips on yours the whole time.

"Then you're going to join me," you spoke as you removed his shirt. You kissed down his jaw and down his neck, kissing his collarbone and down his chest. You undid his jeans and slid them off, hooking your finger on the waistband of his boxers and connecting your lips with his. You pulled away and looked at him with a smirk.

"Now you have to ask nicely," you teased, pulling his boxers down slightly.

"Y/N," he said, his voice sound higher than normal. "Don't fucking tease me."

"Well that wasn't very nice," you said, pulling his boxers back up.

"Fuck this," he said huskily, sitting up and flipping the two of you over. He pulled off his boxers and tore away your towel. "Now it's your turn to call me daddy."

And we all know what happened next.

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I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO GO TO CHURCH AFTER WRITING THIS JESUS CHRIST.

I think I'm just gonna go take a shower. I feel so dirty after writing this.

That pic in the media is what inspired this little, uh, thing. You guys should all go follow MDEConfessions on Twitter. Or my best friend's account. She's MDEStatistics.

Stay safe, stay strong, and stay beautiful my Lil bitchez.

Yours Truly,

Andromeda Leigh Barnett