Woke up from a nightmare and suddenly had this idea it’s been written with one eye open 😭 now I go back to sleep
Pervert Dad that always sends his daughter videos of him jacking off. Doesn’t matter when or where he is sending her a video. He never mentions them after being sent and neither does she. It’s a little unspoken thing between them.
Until one random night as usual she receives a video. It’s extra long and she clicks on it only to be surprised. This isn’t his usual video it’s filmed in her room. She’s knocked out in at as he is stroking his cock in her face. It looks like it was filmed a couple nights ago after a family party. It doesn’t stop there though, he keeps filming as he stops stoking himself. The video shows how he moves her around, pulls her clothes, and starts to grope her.
She squirms in her bed not knowing how to feel about this big of a jump from her dad. He’s groping and getting off to her at night? That should be so wrong but she can’t help but squeeze her thighs together. The video keeps going until it shows him playing with her cunt. She’s so shocked watching as her dad touches her in her sleep as she has no idea. What did she drink or eat that night that has her knocked out so cold?
The video keeps going and eventually it shows him running his cock through her slits. She gasps when he pushes into her and moans. She remembers none of this, so that’s why she was sore in the morning? She watches how her dad fucks her in her sleep. How he so desperately is fucking her as if he’s not worried she’d wake. She is letting out sleepy moans in the video. She can’t help but squeeze her thighs together, she can’t help but keep watching, and she can’t help but wish her dad would walk in.
She whines not believing she’d want her dad to take her after that video. She shouldn’t want her dad to take her at all! She spreads her legs and runs her fingers over her wet panties. She can’t believe how quick she got soaked. She keeps watching as her dads cock goes in and out of her. How well he stretched her and how well her sleep body took it. She pushes past her panties and starts to rub her clit. Softly moaning when she watches him cum…in her.
She had no idea and she can’t help but enjoy it. She wanted it for real so for once she did something she had never done before. She films herself rubbing her pretty clit and cumming with soft moans begging for him. She sends it to him and quickly gets nervous. Deciding to go to sleep and just as she’s dozing off again she hears it…her door clicking open.
Domesticing a man is so easy. Especially if you chose one a little closer to retirement. Most men are stubborn to the idea of it, not wanting to stop the work that keeps them busy, keeps them social. Keeps them outside the house untethered from you. So, of course, you suggest a desk job first.
"You just work so so hard, baby. Every time you get sent away on a deployment, you come back with new gray hairs." You pouted as you rub a hand through John's chest hair.
"Thought you liked my gray hairs, love." John chuckles as he huffs another cloud of smoke into your face. You pout, scrunching your face at the smell you actually don't mind much.
"I do, and I want to see more of them. Just not because you're stressed on the battlefield, John." You plea as you pull him into a needy, desperate kiss. Swirling your tongue inside of his mouth as you rock your hips against his, it makes John grunts eagerly. You know you've won your argument when he rolls you onto your back, the cigar hissing as John stamps it out.
After that, it's all so much easier. Every time he complains, you remind him of all the luxuries at home. Rookies don't rub feet and massage backs after they mess up paperwork or piss you off. Superiors don't make breakfast, lunch, and dinner for him every day, and they certainly don't fuck him within an inch of his life.
"When are you gonna retire, John?" You pout furiously as you bounce furiously on his cock, fingers pinching and flicking at his nipples. You couldn't leave them alone once you realized how sensitive they were.
"Fuck, love, no. I can't -" John throws his head back against his pillows, grabbing your hips tight as he jerks his hips up into you. "Can't just leave." He groans, eyes snapping open when you stop riding him, clenching tight around his cock.
"Please, John? For me? I promise I'll keep you busy.." You whine, using the tone he loves as you slowly roll your hips again. "Just want my Daddy home with me. Is that too much to ask?"
"Fuck, love, no, it's not its not too much." John shudders as he cums inside you, gently squeezing the fat of your hips in his hands. "I'll talk - fuck - I'll talk to Shepherd." The smile creeping across your face makes his heart flutter, and his cock twitch inside you.
You just love domesticing a man. Even old dogs are good for new tricks.
dad bending me over the big mirror in the bedroom he shares w mom to fuck me raw and breed me well bcs i wished him a happy father’s day in my sweetest voice and he felt his cock twitch in his pants in front of the rest of the family <3
Warning: pseudocest/incest, dad kink, jealousy, Jason x reader, gn reader, nsfw, fingering, I say ‘flushed with heat’ like ‘full with heat’, not a skin color thing, rough treatment, he spanks you like once dude, CNC vibes, etc.
Just gave myself a fat idea in my last post: what if after the reader accidentally reveals that they have a dad kink, Jason is a little freaked out (not only by the reader but his own reaction to the whole concept) by it and decides to maybe take a step back and evaluate.
And unfortunately, it gives other people the space to swoop in and take his spot. Other men. Men who wouldn’t need a moment to breathe. Men who wouldn’t need a second.
(This could literally work for any of the batboys, honestly lol.)
But it all ends the same anyway—with you bent over his leg and his fingers stuffed deep inside you, fucking hard and quick into you, so sure of every move even as he feels something boiling over in his gut.
Your face is flaming hot as you fumble to tell him that he doesn’t have to do this, that the guy was just some coworker, some friend, that the two of you can just move past it all but you can’t. Or, rather, like he knows exactly what you’re about to say, he gives a cruel thrust of his fingers to cut you off with a gasp.
“C’mon, baby-“ he grunts, using his free hand to shove your head down so you don’t try to do something stupid again, like talk. “-c’mon, cum for me. Cum for dad, you fucking-“
And shit he doesn’t even get the last word in before something coils tight in your stomach, your body flushed with oppressive heat.
You still try to talk, to convince him out of doing this because he obviously isn’t doing this because he wants to-
But you end up gasping again, going tense all over as he lets go of your head and lets his hand fly across your ass in one heavy smack. And you can’t help how your thighs are trembling by now, you can’t stop it, so you just-
“You’re fine.” His voice is harsh and low—demanding. “But you’re going to cum, baby. Whether you like it or not.”
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: From the moment Joel Miller saw you, he was hooked. Twenty four hours a day. Seven days a week. All spent obsessing over every detail of you. When your picture perfect moment was ruined by an unexpected obstacle, Joel knows what he has to do. Anything for his girl. Anything for what's rightfully his.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: dark themes, stalking, obsession, Joel is psychotic but he loves you, kidnapping, drugging, bondage, mentions of past murder, mention of pregnancy kink, plotting homicide and torture, blood, gore, masturbation, improper use of photo, Joel is a creep but he's our creep, dead dove do not eat.
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.4K
ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hello my loves! i am so happy to finally post chapter one of my new series! i apologize for how short it is, the following chapters will be extra lengthy (like mr. miller's cock). as always, please read the warnings. it will be getting much darker. if this fic isn't for you, scroll! happy reading :))
The Texas heat beats down on Joel through the windshield of his rusting pickup truck. Ash falls from his cigarette onto his sunburnt hand, but he barely reacts. He’s too focused on her.
He watches her as she walks through the aisles of the farmer’s market. He memorizes every inch of her. Her sunkissed cheeks, the tan lines that peek through the sleeves of her floral dress, the sunglasses pushing her hair back on the top of her head. She smiles brightly at everyone she passes. A bouquet of flowers hangs out of her woven bag. She looks like an angel.
Joel’s been watching her for weeks. He first noticed her at the grocery store one night on his weekly beer run. Her hair was in a messy bun, her neck visible. He thought about fucking her right there against the shelf, knocking over a produce display when the vision became too intense.
He pictured how she’d look being pierced by his cock, how she’d claw at him and beg for more, how she’d moan his name like a prayer.
He knew at that moment that she was meant to be his. He’ll do anything to have her.
Joel tenses in his seat when she bumps into a young girl, almost knocking the child over. She apologizes profusely, taking one of the flowers from her bag and handing it to the girl. She’ll be a good mother.
He pictures what she'll look like with a swollen belly, rubbing it as he tries to fuck another baby into her. He watches as her wallet slips out of her bag, falling to the ground.
This is his chance.
He leaps out of his truck, tossing the burnt cigarette to the ground as he rushes over. He picks up the black leather wallet, sifting through the contents inside. He snaps a picture of her license and brushes his fingers over her photo. She’s so pretty. She’s perfect.
Joel trails her, ducking behind trees and signs every time she turns around. He watches her every move. His jeans grow tighter when she bends down to inspect a bracelet from one of the vendors, smiling at the older man and reaching into her bag for her wallet.
He imagines her bent over in front of him, crying as she screams for more of him. He’ll give her all of him.
A panicked look forms on her face when she realizes it’s not in there. She thanks the man, setting the bracelet down and running in Joel’s direction.
She’s not paying attention. Joel grunts when they make contact for the first time, his hands flying to her waist to balance her as she trips and falls into his chest. He smells her vanilla perfume, admiring the way the sun reflects onto her bright blue eyes.
A smile creeps onto his lips as her face flushes at his touch. She pulls off of him, stepping back and fixing her dress.
“Shit, I’m so sorry, sir! I lost my wallet, I’m runnin’ around like an idiot and I-,” she pauses when she sees the smirk on Joel’s face.
Her southern drawl feels like honey in his ears, his cock twitching in his pants. He chuckles darkly before holding up the wallet.
“I’m assumin’ this belongs t’you, then.”
Her expression shows visible relief as she reaches up and plucks it from his large hand. Her soft skin brushes against his and he swears he sees stars.
“Oh, thank God! Thank you, sir.”
She flips through her cards, counting the cash and smiling up at Joel as she secures it in her bag. He watches her as she inspects his face, her eyes going wide when she realizes how handsome he is.
His sunburnt nose, the messy curl that rests on his forehead, his chocolate brown eyes. He’s intoxicating.
A silence fills the air as he admires her, finally being able to put a name to her sweet face. Joel imagines their lives together. Breakfast in bed every morning. Pounding into her as they shower together before he leaves for work.
She’ll never have to lift a finger again. He’ll take care of her. Protect her. There’s too many creeps in the world for her to be on her own. He’ll keep her safe.
Before Joel can speak, she extends her hand out to him and introduces herself. He takes a deep breath as he takes her hand, shaking it.
“Joel. Joel Miller.”
The corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles down at her. She’s brave. Confident. He’s already falling in love.
Joel brings her hand to his mouth, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles. His beard scratches against her glowing skin and he can tell how entranced she is.
The moments over too soon, his smile dropping instantly when a short, beady-eyed man approaches her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
It’s obvious he’s trying to have a “who’s dick is bigger” contest. Joel would win that every time.
“Back off, bro,” the ratty man says.
She pinches his side, her cheeks blushing in embarrassment as she apologizes to Joel. She shucks him off of her, stomping her foot and turning around. She’s gone before either of them can say another word, the man flipping Joel off as he chases after her.
“Creep,” Joel mutters under his breath.
This kind of guy isn't right for her. He can’t provide for her, can’t protect her like Joel could. I bet he can’t even make her cum.
He’s fuming as he storms back to his truck, whipping the door open and slamming it shut so hard it sets off the alarm in the car next to him. His knuckles are white as he grips the wheel.
Joel shuts his eyes; remembering her scent, her hair, her plump lips. He has to save her. Give her the life she deserves. He has to do it right. He can't fail again.
He pulls out of the parking lot, speeding home as he forms a plan. Images of her on her knees in front of him flash through his vision as he drives, causing him to swerve sharply when he veers into the other lane.
He’s addicted to her and he’s barely touched her.
He palms his growing bulge with the hand she shook as he pulls into the driveway, groaning at the thought of her fingers wrapped around him.
He sprints up the stairs to the front door, throwing it open and locking it behind him. It only takes a few strides before he’s in his office, opening his laptop and searching her name.
Dozens of polaroids line the walls of the blacked out room, some of them stained red. Every picture is different. Women splayed out beds, or their mouths wrapped around him, or laying on the floor in pools of blood. All of them are labeled with start and end dates.
A bookshelf sits in the corner, stacked with various items. Hairbrushes, vials of lip gloss, diaries, panties.
Joel’s laptop illuminates the office as he searches everything he can think of. He writes it all down; her address, the university she goes to, the bookstore she works at, the bar she serves at on weekends.
He vows to himself to have her quit those jobs. A girl as sweet as her should be worshipped. She shouldn't have to slave away just to afford living.
He finds her social media accounts, along with the man who was with her. Joel’s brows furrow as he sees a post of the two of them. He has his hands wrapped around her waist, his mouth latched onto her shoulder as she flashes a fake smile up at the camera.
It’s clear how unhappy she is. He can see it in her eyes. I can fix her. I can get rid of him… for her. Joel clicks on the tagged account, cross searching the man.
Marcus Jones. 273 Cherry Brooke Lane. Apartment 4.
He prints out another picture he found on her Instagram. She's sitting on a park bench looking up at the camera, a lollipop in her mouth and cleavage on full display. He could finish untouched just looking at it. He stuffs the picture into his wallet, opening the closet next to him and grabbing everything he’ll need.
Rope, a hunting knife, a small handkerchief doused in an unknown substance.
He packs his bag full, slinging it over his shoulder and grabbing an apple from the kitchen counter before heading back out to his truck.
He tucks the back pack under the passenger seat, turning the engine over and backing out of the driveway.
He's eager to see her again. But he knows what he has to do first. This is in her best interest. This piece of shit can't love her the way I can.
The drive isn't far, the apartment building only a couple miles away. The sun is setting as he pulls up, parking in the alley next door. His chest is thumping as he surveys the area. He spots Marcus’s car, a shitty 2005 Mitsubishi.
He grabs his bag from the floor of the truck, shutting the door as quietly as he can. He can hear his heart pounding in his ears as he walks up to the front window, adrenaline pulsing through his veins.
Joel sees Marcus sitting on the couch smoking a blunt, cans and takeout boxes piled around him. She doesn't deserve this. Filth. Immaturity.
She deserves a man. A man to take care of her, provide for her. Hold her when she’s sad, fuck her when she needs it, support her at every move. A man like him. A man like Joel.
He walks around back, holding the knife in his hand as he peers in the sliding glass door. He pushes it lightly, scoffing when it opens. Fuckin’ idiot. Too easy.
He pushes it open fully, quietly stepping inside and locking it behind him. The apartment reeks of marijuana, dirty dishes lining the kitchen counters. This fucker is scum. A waste of perfectly good oxygen that could be better used by her. My girl. Mine.
He takes every step slowly, as light as possible. He tightens his grip on the blade, holding it behind his back. Joel sets his bag down, grimacing as he unzips it and grabs the rope, tip-toeing his way into the living room.
The old wooden floor creaks just as Joel wraps the cloth around Marcus’ head, pressing it against his nose.
“What the fuc-.” Marcus slurs his words as he slowly passes out.
The chloroform will have him out like a light for a few hours. That’s enough time. He takes the rope, dragging him onto the floor and tying his arms and legs together, connecting the two.
Joel gags him before dragging his limp body towards the back door. Heavy motherfucker.
After checking for anyone nearby, he grabs the bag and slings his body over his shoulder, carrying him to the back of the truck. He stuffs him in the backseat, covering him in a plastic tarp.
He rushes into the driver's seat, turning the key and speeding his way back home
It’s not that Joel likes killing. This is necessary. This is for her. He’ll drag it out, though. Make this bastard pay for years of mistreating her.
It’s dark out when he pulls up to the house, fireflies scattered around and the sound of cicadas chirping fill the warm July air. He takes a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he exhales. This is for her. Anything for her.
He nods to himself as he steps out, grabbing Marcus and quickly moving him into the house. He locks the front door, taking him downstairs to the basement.
The room is small, a wooden chair sitting under a single hanging light. The walls are lined with tools; knives, scalpels, medical supplies, toys.
He secures Marcus in the chair, restraining his hands and legs, leaving him gagged and blindfolded. He'll deal with him later.
Joel retreats upstairs into his bedroom, laying on the bed and pulling out the photo he printed out. His cock twitches in his jeans, growing hard immediately at the sight.
He holds the picture in his hand, examining it as he unbuckles his belt, his painfully hard member springing free. It's red and heavy in his hand, the tip soaked in precum.
A guttural groan escapes his lips as he spits on his hand, wrapping it around his cock and imagining her mouth on him. He’s gonna fuck her throat so hard she can't speak for days. He needs to claim her. Show her who she belongs to.
Obscene squelches and grunts fill the room as he gets himself off to her photo, his hand shaking with every movement.
She's mine. That's what she's meant to be. It'll work this time. I’ll do everything right.
His hips lift off the bed as he nears his release, his chest heaving up and down as he grips the picture tighter between his index and his thumb.
He imagines what her sweet moans sound like, how tight her pussy is, how wet she'll be for him before he lays a finger on her.
His mouth falls open as he tilts his head back against the wall, feeling his balls tighten as he picks up his pace. Be a good little whore and take your old man's cock. You can do it, baby. Perfect lil’ slut. Made for me, doll.
Her name falls from his mouth like a promise as ropes of white spill onto the paper, covering her cleavage and her face. Good fuckin’ girl. Take it for daddy. Take this cum.
Joel's pupils are blown wide as he cleans himself up, setting the cum covered photo on his nightstand.
He showers quickly, getting himself off a second time to the thought of pushing her against the wall everyday, ramming into her with no mercy. She'll be satisfied. She'll be happy. She'll be safe. With him.
All he has to do is take care of Marcus. Then, they can be together. She can be his. Only his.
Dad and daughter therapy session. They come in because they can't stop fighting and it's driving them nuts. After countless sessions they keep fighting and are thinking of giving up. Until the therapist gets an idea, you two have some un resolved tension between you... Well obviously that's why we are here, see? He can't ever be understanding! You can't ever behave! They start to argue again but the therapist interrupts them.
Enough! Both of you! There's obviously sexual tension here... Both dad and daughter go quiet and tense up. That's it... You know there's nothing wrong with giving in, the therapist starts but is cut off. That's disgusting! He's my dad! She's my daughter! It's all a part of our therapy session, the therapist leans back in their chair. Why don't you two share a kiss first? The therapist cohorts them with a soft smile and takes their notes. I'm not kissing my dad... The daughter says softly but glances at her father with wanting eyes.
I'm not kissing a damn brat, dad scuffs but glances at her too. See? I just want him to be nice for a chance! The therapist sighs, I can't help if you two don't listen. The dad and daughter sigh and nod. Good, now share a kiss...go on. The dad and daughter scoot closer, just come here. Dad grunts and grabs his daughter's face bringing her into a harsh kiss. Once the pull away the daughter whines, he's too rough! Oh you just need to complain about everything!
Don't start! They both glance at the therapist. Now take each other's clothes off... slowly and nice. What!? They both gasp and shake their heads, I'm not stripping my daughter! Dad calls out but he's getting hard at the thought. My dad is not seeing me naked! The daughter follows along, as your therapist you both need to trust me. They sit in silence before the duo starts to slowly strip each other. Say something, either a compliment or something that is bothering you.
I wish you were nicer to me... The daughter mumbles as she pulls dad's shirt off. I wish you'd drop the attitude more, dad is undoing her bra. They continue this until they both are naked. Good, now get comfortable. The therapist stands up and walks to the front of their desk, put your hand on his cock, and you put your hand on her clit. That’s- he is cut off by his daughter listening. His eyes widen and glances at her, his cock is hard in her hand, and he sighs spreading her legs softly to touch her cunt.
See? Your daughter does listen when she is treated nicely. Now start pleasing each other, the father and daughter continue to listen. Biting their lips, holding back moans, and panting. How is this going to help us? Yeah… this is the tension you two need to release, the therapist smiles and watches them. Talk to each other, how do you like this? What do you want the other to change? He feels his daughter start to squirm, I…I don’t like when your mean to me…but I like when my clit is rubbed hard… she admits then looks away, only for dad to listen and put that anger he has into rubbing her.
I don’t like your attitude most of the time, that’s why I’m mean to you. Dad admits, you have so much confidence with everything else…I think you can stroke my cock a little better. He adds on and watches his daughter listen to him. See? We are making progress! The therapist claps and smiles at them. Now, I see that Dad wants to release some anger while daughter wants to feel some more love. The therapist walks over and makes the daughter lay back on the couch. They grab her legs and pull them back, spreading her open in front of dad. Why don’t we put that to the test?
Dad can’t put his cock in me! He’ll be too mean! She gasps and squirms, it’s okay! He will do exactly what you both need as he’s the oldest. The therapist calls dad over to get between his daughters legs. I’ll go easy on you at first… he says softly as he lines up with his daughter. This is insane, he mumbled to himself as he slowly pushes into her. They both moan at the feeling and he keeps going until he’s deep in her. They are panting trying to come to terms with everything. Stay there, let her get used to it. I know how this works, you doing good baby? He asks his daughter, finally being soft as he watches her nod and whimper.
He runs a hand up and down her stomach before starting to move. They both moan, his thrust start slow and patient but his daughter can tell he’s holding back. Harder, dad? Please… I Can take it… she whimpers and glances up at him. Are you sure? I know you- I like it hard…just like you…I just wanna be treated soft. The therapist watches with a smile that their idea worked. They are finally coming to terms, good job both of you. If that’s what you want, princess. Dad sighs and starts to fuck her harder watching his daughter gasp and her tits bounce.
They are fucking nice and roughly but dad makes sure to praise his little girl. Taking me so good, baby doll. He leans down and kisses her, his daughter is soaking it all in. The therapist just takes notes, letting them talk and fuck. And where are we supposed to cum? Talk it through, ask her. Where do you want dads cum darling? …in me? If that’s okay? Dad moans and nods, his thrusts get harsher but he makes sure to pet her cheek.
The therapist keeps watching them with a content smile and walks back to their desk. You can keep this bonding training up at home. Next session I wanna see even more improvement in both of you. The Dad and Daughter are so close to cumming that they just nod. We’ll do the bonding training, yeah I’ll make sure to treat my little girl right.
