i love your ideas for dex n fisk!daughter!!! ok idk if it's anything but maybe dex kidnapping you to fuck with fisk? like at first his plan is just to make fisk panic for a week or two, maybe he'll send him a video of you all tied up and scared. but now that he has you he's not so sure that he wants to release you? you seem to be a decent person, so maybe he should be the one taking care of you, not fisk... keeping you w/ him would free you from fisk's influence so yeah he's holding you for your own good. dex is sweet at first but it's getting harder and harder for him not to see fisk in you.. and some nights he kinda wants to ruin fisk's princess to get back at him?? srry he tried to be good :((
Omg yeeesssss! And thank you 💕🫶
Sooo.... I ended up going a bit crazy and wrote a little smut from this. I really focused on the 'sending fisk photos and videos' of your part, so here you go!
Cw kidnapping, hairpulling, non con to dub con, reader is Fisks daughter, piv sex, oral (female reciving), non consensual recording, video recording and photos, crying, bondage, bruising and manhandling. Not proof read at all. Let me know if I missed anything!
Dex kidnapping Fisk!daughter and sending him photos and videos of you, tied up and still in your pajamas from when he kidnapped you. Polaroids of with dex's hand wrapped around your face so Fisk has a good view of his little girls tear stained face. A video of you huddled in the corner, head down and arms tied.
"Say it." Dex's voice rumbles from behind the camera. When all you do is curl in on yourself more, his hand grips your hair, forcing you to face the camera.
"Say. It." He says again, but now it's a threat.
"P-please daddy, d-dont let him hurt me" you sniffle the rehearsed line.
And maybe he keeps sending them.
He tells himself he's keeping you alive so he can continue to taunt Fisk, and that's half the truth. The other half is that he's lonely and your presence is surprisingly nice for a hostage.
He definitely has a cycle of being mean, then nice. When he first got you, he was mean, of course.
Keeping you tied up and sometimes gaged. Grip hard enough it bruised, grabbing your hair, calling you names. But mostly, he would rant on and on about how Fisk fucked up his life. It would usually turn into different subjects as well, and the whole time, you have to just sit there. He ended up using you as a sort of confidant from that point. Come home to complain about the task fources, your dad's politics, the barista at the coffee shop with an attitude. You even would respond every now and then, which then turned into conversations between you two.
This triggers the nice phase. You're not like Fisk. You're just related to him. You didn't really have a chance to not be intertwined into the criminal world. You're really just another one of his victims. Like him.
The chains are put on less, and you even have free access to a bathroom now. Your bed gets upgraded from some blankets and a pillow on the floor to a mattress. Given magazines, books, and luzzles to do while he's gone. Even buys you some new clothes, though they are nothing compared to the designer clothes your father had you in. He has you on a schedule, too.
He sends Fisk pictures of you sleeping soundly. Sitting on the floor in the living room, when he finally allows you to leave the cellar he has you in, watching tv. He'll send a video of you eating breakfast, waffles after you made a comment about them yesterday. Behind the camera, he asks if they are good and you respond with a positive hum and another mouthful. Looking up with a pleasant smile, only for it to fall upon seeing the camera onec again, dex leaning back in his chair to get the right angle.
He's getting attached to you. He can feel it. But he also can't shake the anger inside of him. The one that comes up when you two are in the living room, laughing together about whatever when suddenly the TV catches his attention. Your father's face plastered on the screen, making another announcement. A call to his citizens to report any sighting of his daughter, or the 'psychotic masked murderer, Benjamin Poindexter', who holds her hostage.
You feel his mood change the second you hear your father's voice. And in an attempt to not suffer the usual consequences of him witnessing such a thing. You put one hand on his chest while reaching for the remote.
"I-i don't wanna watch this. Let's change the channel-" but you are cut off by him ripping the remote out of your hands.
"No. Go get the camcorder." He says sternly.
"N-no Dex, p-please. I-its not my fault-" you're cut off again by him gripping your face.
"I know, I know, sweetheart. It's not your fault. But your daddy's a bad man, and someone has to pay." You can't stop the sob from leaving you. "I already told you, your daddy can take your place and get the consequences for his actions. But he'd rather be playing mayor, it seems." He mocks, giving you a fake pout at the end as you continue to sob.
"Now." He pulls your face closer. "Go get the camcorder. And don't make me repeat myself again."
He then pushes you away and off the couch towards the direction of the self he keeps the video camera on. You stumble at first but manage to catch your balance to make your way towards the device.
Dex has had you for a good two months at this at this point. And the whole time, he's been trying his hardest not to ruin Fisks precious princess.
He can no longer keep that up.
That's how you find yourself here, bent over and tied to the coffee table. The video your father just put out now plays on a loop on the television as Dex holds the camcorder steady. Getting a shot of him slowly rubbing his bulge against your still clothed ass.
"P-please don't..." You beg quietly.
"What was that princess? I don't think Daddy quite heard that" he chuckles as he zooms in on the back of your head, falling in shame. "What did it tell you earlier? Before you got the camera" he asks, and it takes a few moments to remember. You only whine in response, which isn't good enough for Dex.
SMACK
You jolt forward and yelp in surprise at the impact of Dex's hand on your ass.
"Don't make this harder on yourself, baby. Just tell Daddy why you're here."
At this point, you don't know if he's referring to your father or himself. You don't think you want to know the answer. You take a shaky deep breath as his jean covered cock continues to rub against your centre.
"Y-you said... that someone has to pay... for w-what my dad did..." You manage to get out.
"There..." he pulls his body away from you. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" He asks in a condescending tone. And for a second, you think, 'Oh, is he done?' But those thoughts are quickly squashed, when he hooks his fingers in your bottoms and pulls them down. Exposing your underwear, now wet from his consistent rutting. A low whistle is heard behind you.
"Damn sweetheart, wet already?" And you can practically hear the smirk in his voice.
He grips your ass with the hand not holding the camera, and starts tracing his thumb over your lips and clit. You try to move your body away from it, but it's no use, with how he has you tied and pinned down.
"...n-no-"
"Shhhh shh shh shhh, it's okay, baby. It's only natural." He whispers, and his fingers begin to press harder, tracing your slit and clit with the perfect precise pressure. You can't help the chocked moan from escaping.
"Oh, there she is... sweet girl..." he groans before setting the camcorder down in the couch beside him, flipping the viewfinder before adjusting himself so his face is level with your cunt. You feel his hot breath on you before his free hands, now both grip the back of your thighs and ass. Again, you try to wiggle away, but it just temps him more as he shoves his face into your covered pussy. He inhales your scent before he begins laying open mouth kisses, groaning at your taste coming through your underwear.
"...fuck baby..." he whispers into you before finding your clit to play with.
He spends a while back there, working you up and forcing small sounds out of you. But eventually, he gets irritated with the barrier between himself and your delicious cunt, so he removes those as well.
"Oh, there she is..." he talks straight to your vagina like it's a person. "so fuckin pretty" he whispers before diving in, laying a fat, open mouth kiss straight on your hole. You let out a sound at the bare contact, hearing his tongue slide through your wet folds as he moans at the full taste of you. The vibrations adding to the pleasure.
At this point, you're already worked up from his previous teasing. Now, with his face buried in your cunt, you can feel an orgasam being forced out of you. His fingers tracing your lips finds your hole and slides in with embarrassing ease.
"Oh fuck, she's tight... are you close baby?" You immediately start shaking your head, denying the pleasure he is giving. "Oh, don't lie to me. I can feel you getting close..." he resumes his relentless abuse of your clit with his mouth, forcing another loud moan from you.
"You gonna cum on my face for your daddy to see?" He asks straight into your pussy, the vibrations adding to the sick pleasure.
"Nooo, no no no no" you whine as his fingers attack that perfect spot inside of you. You feel the familular pressure in your abdomen built before it finally snaps. The power of your orgasam causes you to shake a little as you try to pull away, but it's no use as Dex eagerly slurps away at your mess, groaning at your taste.
"Oh fuck, you taste so good... now I just have to feel that sweet cunt of yours." He says, and you can hear him picking up the camcorder again. You stiffen up at the mention.
"Please... dont-dont hurt me..." You plea, Dex let's out a condescending coo.
"Oh no, princess, I wouldn't dare..." he leans in closer, so his lips are brushing your ear and sending shivers down your back. "... I'm gonna make you feel really, REALLY good. I promise." And he delivers a surprisingly sweet kiss to your temple, before dragging his face down your back, kissing along it.
He then sits up straight, and you feel his blunt tip rub through your folds, catching on your hole and clit sometimes as he lubes his cock with your juices.
"You're gonna forget all about life with daddy when I'm through with you... never going to want to leave." He whispers, more to himself, as he lines his cock with your entrance. The camera, in his other hand, focuses on a close up of your cunt as he starts slowly pushing in, watching you stretch around him. You both can help but groan as he sinks into you fully.
Dex seems to take a moment for himself, testing you with a shallow and slow thrust before pausing again.
"Fuck, I'm sorry sweetheart..." this confuses you for a second. "But I gotta make your daddy pay."
And that's all the warning you get before he sets a brutal pace. You can feel his dick in your stomach, punching the air out of you with every thrust. And the worst part is, he's hitting that perfect spot inside of you, the one that makes you see stars and tears of pleasure stain your face. And he never relents on it, just abuses that spot inside of you as he feels you clench him tightly. You can no longer try to stop the sounds from leaving you.
"Ha, you like it baby? Am I making your princess parts feel good?" He mocks, gripping your hair and forcing you to look straight at Fisks announcement. You are so fuck out at this point that you start to go dumb, letting little 'uh huh's leave you as you feel another orgasam approaching fast.
At feeling you clench, Dex slows down for a moment, and you hear him moving around behind you. Then, suddenly, he's pointing the camcorder straight into your face. You can see yourself on the view finder, looking a mess and fucked out, and Dex is just behind you. He hooks his chin over your shoulder as he sloppily thrusts into you, smiling at the camera.
"There, don't want your daddy to miss his little girls face, do we?" He says, before he resumes his relentless pace from before, pulling a loud and surprised moan from you.
You can feel your orgasam build up with the embarrassment and shame you feel over getting pleasure from the man who kidnapped you from your home. You try to hide your face, but Dex just grips your face, forcing you to look. You see yourself on the viewfinder, your eyes struggling not to role back in your head from pleasure, but it's no use as your second orgasam crashes down on you even harder.
"Oh fuck fuck fuck" you moan in increasingly higher pitches, eyes rolling back and whole body shaking from the intensity of it. You can hear Dex loudly groan in your ear as well, as his thrust get sloppy from you gripping him so tight. You can feel the warmth of his ropes of cum shooting into you, filling you up and leaking out the edges.
After a few second of heavy breathing from the both of you, you feel the pressure on your back let up as the camera is removed from your view. Dex leans back and zooms in on your now messy and used cunt, still stuffed with his cock. He slowly pulls put, groaning as his soft cock falls out, followed by some of his cum dripping out of you, down your thighs and onto the floor.
Your body lays there limp, still tied to the table as you try to catch your breath. You feel him run his hand along you in a soothing manner, and it actually does help you as you feel yourself relax into the table more.
Then you hear him talk to the camera once again.
"Don't worry about your little girl, Fisk... I'll be taking good care of her from now on."