you don’t understand what your mom sees in him. dex is a fucking freak and it’s obvious to see. you’ve hated him every since she introduced him as her boyfriend and he leered at you. then, months later when they revealed they were getting married, you were out to dinner with them, fighting off his foot from creeping up your dress underneath the table the whole night.
you were able to hold your tongue well enough at their wedding, even though dex insisted on dancing with you. how your mother didn’t see his hands creeping too low on your waist is beyond you. perhaps she just didn’t want to see.
all of that was uncomfortable, but tolerable. it wasn’t until you moved home for the summer from college that it became a problem.
you had to buy a deadbolt for your door after dex wandered in too many times while you were in your pajamas. it didn’t deter him, though, and shortly after you installed it, he and your mother sat you down for a talk about respecting the rules in their house. it was your house long before dex came along.
the lock was removed, and dex continued to walk in on you. after a while, he stoped pretending to he surprised or apologetic when he caught you changing. everything you threw at him to get him away were caught with ease. nothing could stop him from getting his fill of humiliating you, and anything you said or did in protest was disrespectful.
it all came to a head, not in your bedroom, but the bathroom. you were scrubbing yourself behind the frosted glass when dex walked in casually. you screamed at him to get out, but he acted as if he didn’t hear you.
“scream all you want. mommy’s not home to save you,” he said, as if she would be any help.
the pulled the glass door open, sending a rush of cold air to replace the escaping steam. when he grabbed you, you attempted to fight back, but he was far too strong. he ended up in the shower with you, fully clothed save for shoes in the stream of the water.
dex pushed you against the tile wall, pinned back by his hands on your hips. he covered your body with his and pressed his lips to your ear, talking lowly but loud enough to hear him over the water.
“i’ve had enough of you teasing me,” he said.
“teasing you? are you fucking out of your mind!?”
“don’t make me wash your mouth out,” he growled.
his hand traveled down your body and ended between your legs. you tried to pinch them closed to keep him out, but a swift kick to your ankle got you to spread them.
“get your fucking hands off me, dex, i swear to fucking god,” you hissed.
he wore an expression of sick amusement. “what have we told you about respect? you call me dad.”
“like hell i will-” dex clamped his hand over your mouth and nose, the water sliding over your skin creating a seal between you. your screams of protest were muffled and each one squandered your air.
“keep screamin’ baby. if you pass out, it’ll just make it easier for me,” he grinned. you shook your head frantically, terrified of the idea of falling unconscious in his presence. “then are you gonna be good?”
hesitantly, you nodded your head. you supposed giving in willingly would be less painful than whatever he took from you. he knew you were surrendering rather than eager for it, but he obviously didn’t care about the difference.
“good girl,” he said as he removed his hand. you gasped a desperate breath, but you didn’t have time to enjoy it. you were pushed onto your knees by a firm, unforgiving hand on your shoulder.
you were eye level with the soaked jeans he was opening. your stomach twisted when he pulled out his cock. you dared a look up at him, hoping he would see your disdain, but from his reaction, he saw a slut desperate to suck her way out of a worse fate.
he slapped the tip on your cheeks, then on your lips. of course he was going to humiliate you throughly before he got on with it. the catch was his favorite part.
“tell dad you want it, baby,” he ordered. your mouth stayed firmly shut. he narrowed his eyes and moved his free hand to your jaw. squeezing firmly, painfully at the hinges forced you to open your mouth. “Say it.”
your eyes screwed shut with the pain, but you knew it was inescapable unless you did what he wanted.
“i want it, dad.” it didn’t have any feeling, but you said the words.
with a sick, satisfied smirk, he fed his cock to you with his free hand. he only released his hold on your jaw once he was fully seated in your mouth and you no longer had the leverage to bite him.
“such a good girl for dad, aren’t you, baby?” your stubborn glare only made him laugh.
dad dex is probably the type to turn the kids into his personal surveillance system for when it comes to you
Nonnie, you know he'd be gentle about giving the kids "tasks" and things to look out for.
"You tell Daddy if Mommy seems sad today, okay?"
And you know he does a daily/nightly debriefs. Sitting at the table for dinner or tucking them in, kissing them on the forehead.
"Did Mommy have a good day? Were you good for her?"
And the kids would be so happy when he says how proud he is that they're keeping an eye on you, especially if they offer information without being asked.
"Daddy, a man talked to Mommy at the grocery store today!"
"...What man?"
And he isn't having them look out for you because he doesn't trust you. He's devoted to you, and the kids are an extension of you. It's the rest of the world he doesn't trust.
a/n: i finally wrote the other half of this ask! this is my first time writing dex, so i'm sorry if it's ooc! also, somewhat inspired by a conversation i had with @dovemurdock !! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) 𖹭
cw: fem!reader, dad!dex, dad/kiddo play, fauxcest, pussy pronouns, pussy inspections, manipulation, dub-con, overstimulation, breeding kink if you squint, ooc (,,>﹏<,,)𖹭
dad!dex who... doesn't quite understand the dynamic at first, but he still agrees to it. he'll do anything & everything to please you. it doesn't have to make sense to him. you embrace every confusing & wounded part of him without question, so he'll always do the same for you.
dad!dex who... thrives on routine and you helps you implement a routine for yourself, too! he pulls you out of bed at sunrise, even if you're fussing and squirming and kicking. he fixes breakfast for you – something different every day of the week, but repetative enough that you can anticipate it – and helps you get dressed for school or work. he even fucks you on specific days of the week so you'll never have to guess whether or not you'll go to bed satisfied. although it takes a while for you to adapt to the routine, it eventually becomes second nature!
dad!dex who... loves helping you get ready for date night. just like everything else, date night is always on the same day of the week – often at the same place, same time – so you two will always be able to fit it into your schedules. a part of the routine is dex watching you apply makeup at your vanity. every delicate brush stroke and careful application of lipstick or mascara makes his little girl look so pretty. once your face is all dolled up, he'll help you into your date night outfit. his favorite part is kneeling before you and slipping your shoes onto your feet, tying laces or buckling the straps on your heels. he presses a reverant kiss to one knee, then the other, before standing to kiss your forehead, murmuring, "my perfect girl."
dad!dex who... works his way up to performing weekly pussy inspections, typically on the days that you two aren't "scheduled" to make love. he'll lay you down on the bed and tug your shorts & panties off with such care. he pushes your legs apart nice and wide, followed by spreading your delicate lips apart with his thumbs. "there she is," he says while stroking his fingers through your folds. he purposely avoids rubbing your clit until you start to squirm. then he rubs his thumb up and down your sensitive bud, so gently that it's mind-numbing. sometimes, he'll slip two fingers inside you and finger you oh-so-slowly, pressing against every inch of your inner walls until it's almost uncomfortable. and just when you become slick with need, on the very brink of cumming, he pulls his hand away. even when you whine, he just tugs your panties back up your legs and presses a kiss to your clit through the fabric, grinning. "jus' need to make sure she still works properly, baby."
dad!dex who... loves eating you out. he does it for your pleasure, for his own stress relief, or just because. regardless of the reason, he worships your cunt like it's his only salvation. and the entire time, his dark, hungry eyes are looking up at you, watching your every reaction. the moment your hands tangle in his hair and push his face deeper into your cunt, he starts making little noises of acknowledgement. "mm-hm," he hums just before capturing your clit between his lips and suckling the delicate bud, delighted when your back arches off the bed. "uh-huh," he slurs as he slips his tongue inside you just to make your hips buck against his face. and once you cum – because you always cum on his mouth, no matter what – he's still making out with your cunt, sucking and licking and practically drooling. you have to tug his head up by his hair to get him to stop! mouth and cheeks slick with your release, he just smiles. "sorry. dad got a little carried away, huh?"
dad!dex who... punishes you for talking back. maybe you want to go out with your friends one night and casually tell dex that you'll be coming home late. he says no, of course, because that would break the routine he constructed so carefully for you. so you snap, "you're not my dad!" that's how you end up naked on his lap, back to his chest, wrists tied behind your back. dex uses two fingers to spread your folds apart while his other hand holds a bullet vibrator to your clit. the first orgasm unfurls warm and sweet in your lower belly. but by the third, fourth, fifth orgasm, you're begging for him to stop because it's so overwhelming that it hurts. he ignores you, so you try to clamp your legs closed. that only makes him turn the vibrations up to the highest setting so your weak, trembling legs have no choice but to fall open again. you're sobbing now, incoherent from the overstimulation. this only makes dex coo against your ear. "oh, sweetie. you know that dad knows what's best for you. and i think you can give me one more. c'mon, make dad proud."
dad!dex who... prefers for you to use his cock instead of a dildo. not because he's against the usage of sex toys. far from it. in fact, he thinks of toys as tools, not competition. but if you're feeling needy, even if he's exhausted or not particularly in the mood for an intense scene, he still wants to satisfy you. he lets you stroke his cock to full attention, then groans as he watches you sink down on him with little to no preparation. then you start to bounce on his cock, fucking yourself on him as you would on a toy. he lets you set the pace, doing nothing more than placing a hand on your hip, but even then he doesn't attempt to control your movements. all he does is watch you, eyes glassy with adoration, and praise you: "that's my girl. mmm. yeah, use that cock, baby." as you bounce faster, chasing your orgasm, his voice breaks into a whimper and his hips buck up against yours. "hnngh- fuck- 'm close. c'mon, make dad cum, kid."
dad!dex who... becomes so perverted in the heat of the moment. he'll be balls-deep inside you, tip of his cock kissing your cervix, forcing your legs as wide as he can without hurting you. you can't remember how many times you've cum, or how many times he's cum inside you. you're brainless, limp, unable to anything except mewl and moan. meanwhile, dex is set on coaxing yet another orgasm out of your sloppy cunt. pounding his cock into you, he grins, "want dad to fill you up? shh, baby, don't worry about it. all dads do this to their kids. it'll feel so good, i promise. jus' let dad cum inside you, yeah?"
dad!dex who... grows to understand how your dynamic can make you emotional. in the midst of aftercare, your bottom lip will wobble uncertainly. you'll wonder if it's too much, too demanding, too disgusting. dex notices immediately and takes your face in his hands, pressing kisses to your forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips. " 's okay. it's not too much." he murmurs and guides you to lay against his side. his hand slides up and down your back, soothing any big feelings away. "dad's here, kid. no matter what."
eeeekk yesss i need to write a fic of this later but heres some hcs
hes so caring and always pampers you. he loves brushing your hair in the morning and doing cute hairstyles ><
he loves when u call him dada in your sleepy morning voice!! “mornin’ sleepyhead, did baby sleep okay?” in his soft but deep voicee, smiling down at you!!
sometimes he will pick you up and set you on the counter if youre extra fussy. “not doin’ this fussy stuff, ‘kay kiddo?” and when you reply “yes dada :(“ he gives you a kiss on the forehead
and he lovesss humming u to bed and rocking you back and forth because he knows how soothing it is (and its soothing to him too!!) knowing his babys all safe in his arms
Girl did win the poll, nonnie! The world better watch out. And God help the person who falls for his daughter because you know he'd put them through the ringer.
