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Just a girl with an obsession

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YOURGIRLWRITEZ ✮⋆˙ just a girl with an obsession ✮⋆˙ my writing will involve smut ✮⋆˙ minors please please please do not interact ✮⋆˙ just a girl with major daddy issues ✮⋆˙ even though i write inc*st it doesn't mean i want to fuck my dad ✮⋆˙ just bullseye okay ✮⋆˙ now that's settled enjoy. ✮⋆˙ masterlist ✮⋆˙ baby girl masterlist ✮⋆˙

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PHONE CALL

StepDaddy!dex x Fem!reader

SUMMARY - You and your stepdad are spending time together watching a movie, but you both get disturbed by your mother.

TW - STEPCEST TO INCEST, jealous!dex, possessive!dex, , cunnilingus, fingering, sex while on the phone, doggy, mssionary, exhibition sex, Daddy!kink, nearly caught by your mum, rough sex.

AUTHORS NOTE - have been desperate to write this for a while. Inspired by this. and here is the masterlist for this lil series.

It's late in the afternoon, and the living room is so dark with the curtains closed. The only thing illuminating the room is the television, a movie forgotten. In fact, it's been playing on loop.

You're lying on the couch, with your shirt lifted up above your bare tits, legs spread wide your mini skirt lifted up, thighs resting on Dex's shoulders. He pulls you closer to him, making you screech, your back arching, almost falling off the couch.

Dex dives back in, causing soft moans to fall from your lips. Dex is kneeling on the floor, eating you out like you're the only meal he's had all day.

Dex pulls back for a second, his chin all wet. "Come on, baby girl, your mother's going to be home soon." He looks down at his watch. "She'll be here in an hour, so you need to come for me, princess."

"I'm trying, daddy," you sigh, your hand reaches up, trying your best to pinch and pull your tits, knowing the stimulation helps make you cum.

"That's my girl," and he goes back in once again, and the way his tongue swirls over your clit with broad strokes, two fingers inserted below.

And the way you're pinching your tits, you know your climax is close.

He's already made you come a couple of times. Once, the second you turned on the movie, he started to finger you, and once again, when a sex scene appeared. He's been eating you out ever since.

The way that Dex's lips cover your clit and the immense way he's sucking on it, and how deep his fingers dig into you. Your eyes roll back, and you know you're about to come, that is, until your heart leaps out of your chest when your phone rings.

But Dex looks unbothered. In fact, when you lean forward, you see your stepdad is smirking; he can already see who's calling you.

He teases you by slowing down, his fingers pulling back, just doing that, edging you.

"Daddy, please," you beg, but he shakes his head at you and literally pulls his fingers out of you and puts them into his mouth, cleaning your residue onto them, then reaches over to grab your phone and shows you the ID: mum.

He actually chuckles when he sees your breath hitch.

You shake your head, "Are you insane?" and he just smirks, "You better keep quiet, baby girl, you don't want her to find out what we're really doing," then swipes the phone and answers the call.

You quickly place the phone to your ear, murmuring a weak hello as Dex smirks, slowly moving back down.

You shake your head at him, pleading not to continue, but when he spreads your legs back around his shoulders and spreads your lips, you know you can't back out. Especially since only two seconds ago, you were about to come.

"Hey sweetheart, how's it going?" just to taunt you, just then Dex inserts three fingers into you, diving back in, licking so broadly and quickly, immediately you squirm against him.

"sweetheart?"

You put yourself on mute, just for a second, because you can't help but scream at how viciously he's eating you out, "Daddy!" he just smirks against you. Pulling away just for a second, "Take yourself off mute, now."

You do as he says, "Mum?" biting on your lip, squirming against your stepdad.

"Sweetheart, oh, is your dad there?" You place your hand over your chest, pulling down your shirt, having some decency while talking to your mother, despite her husband literally eating you out.

Dex just glares at you, telling you to lie. As your mother continues, "Are you home alone?" You just sigh, even though you're twenty-one, your mother still hates it when you're home alone.

"I'm an adult mum," and your mother just laughs on the other end; she wouldn't be laughing if she knew what her daughter and husband were doing behind her back.

"So he's not there?" and you look down, and he nods, telling you to lie. So you do, "yeah, I'm home alone," he smirks against you, rewarding you with another finger, making you shake for just a second.

"Good"

"Is everything okay, Mum?" Dex pauses, mouthing, " Put her on speaker, eyes intent on you as he kisses your thighs, silently waiting.

Her voice rings out, sighing. "I think he's cheating on me." You can't help but hold your breath at that confession because she's right.

"I just, he doesn't look at me like he used to. And we're barely intimate."

You know why, because he's busy looking at you, just like he's looking up at you right now. Like you're the best thing he's seen, and the intimacy part, we'll, that's because he's too busy being intimate with you.

"I just know he's been cheating on me with someone else, I just don't know who."

You stare down at your stepdad, who can't help but smirk teasingly at you, pecking your thighs.

Dex starts maneuvering you, turning you over so you're on your knees, then pushes you down so your ass is up.

Your breath hitches, and your eyes begin to well up with tears as he dives back down, his finger now inserted into your ass.

You put your mum on mute again, saying, "Daddy! Please!" He groans, telling you to "take yourself off mute—you need to learn to hide your moans, baby girl."

Of course, you can't, not with how rough he's being. He sighs and brings his hand down to your mouth to muffle your cries and whimpers. He really wants to push you down into the cushions, but then your mother would find out what you're truly doing.

"Does he say anything when he picks you up?" That makes him pause, just for a second.

"Or when you have your movie nights? You're having one today, right?" You turn to the television where the movie is on loop and almost chuckle because the sex scene that started this is currently playing.

"No, he's normal with me," you lie, because the so-called two-hour road trip you both make back and forth from your college seemingly turns into a whole day trip—because he's stopping over at the closest motel to fuck you.

"Oh, I'm sorry to be venting all of this on you, dear." You can hear her sigh. Meanwhile, your stepdad is licking even broader strokes against you.

"It's fine, mum," you gasp, as right then he inserts another finger into your ass. You spasm now, holding onto the couch with one hand while the other holds your phone, biting your teeth to stop the moan that threatens to slip. Oh, it's absolutely not fine. Why did she have to call now?

"It's fine, though, because I've been seeing someone else."

Dex literally stops, his loud slurping stops, and his fingers slowly pull out, making you sigh in relief.

"What-what do you mean?" you huff against the cushions as your stepfather now just glares at the phone. How dare she cheat on him, despite him literally cheating on her with her very own daughter?

He looks like he's about to take the phone away from you. You may not have known him for long, but something in the look in his eyes tells you he's about to expose your relationship.

You put yourself on mute, "don't even think about it," you actually glare at him, pulling the phone away from him.

Your stepdad actually has the audacity to smirk, ”yeah? And what are you going to do, baby?" he pushes you back down, grinding against you.

"Are you going to tell mommy about us?" He slaps your ass with a loud slap; you're glad you're on mute, so your mum couldn't hear it.

"That's when I'm picking you up, you spread your legs for me, and let me finger you for an hour till you come at least three times in my passenger seat?" he starts taking off his pants, going back to grinding against you.

Meanwhile, your mum continues to rant, none the wiser about being on mute. going on about how she's been seeing a co-worker.

"Does she know how desperate her little girl is, that we have to pull over to a motel so I can fuck her?" He's now grinding against you only in his underwear, your wetness getting onto them, making him groan.

"That her daughter and I have fucked in every nook and cranny of my car that she needs a bed for a change of scenery?" you just grind back into him, desperate for him, just like he's describing.

"We go to that motel so often that the receptionist knows us." You arch back into him, wanting him to hurry up and fuck you even though your mother is literally on the line.

"They only know me as your daddy, little do they know that I'm fucking my little girl," and you can't help but groan, "not right now, you're not."

Dex just chuckles, finally peeling off his last layer, tapping his cock against you. You lean back down, arching your back, swaying your ass, showing how much you want him.

But of course, a voice ruins it. "Sweetheart?"

You're literally too cock drunk to remember that your mother is literally on the phone to you, literally complaining about her husband, who's behind you.

Dex drives his hips forward roughly, leaving you no time to adjust. It's not like you needed to anyway. You guys have sex so often, it's like you're molded to him.

He reaches over and unmutes you guys, your breath hitched, eyes tearing up as you struggle against him, as one hand held the phone, the other pulled you back against him. Hitting it so deep, you can't help but gasp.

Dex's hand comes to your mouth just as you're about to plead for him, almost exposing that he's there, listening in, fucking you while on the phone.

"I'm-I'm here, Mum." You finally get out, tongue licking against his hand, making him bite into your shoulder, trying not to release a groan as you tighten against him.

"So you've been home alone the whole day?" You can feel Dex smirk against your shoulder as he pushes you back down into the couch.

You grab onto the cushion, biting into it, copying Dex, trying to hide your groans, whimpering as he reaches over to play with your clit.

"Are you there?" Dex slaps your ass, getting your attention. The slap is so loud it echoes.

"What was that?"

"Oh, I," you pause, looking back at Dex, who only gets rougher, getting closer to the edge. Who can't help but lean in and taunt his little girl, licking against your neck, cooing into your ear. "Answer her, baby girl, don't want mommy to find her little girl being such a slut for her daddy, do you?"

"Nothing, mum."

She's silent for a second, and you freeze, thinking you've been caught, that you may have slipped up. Well, Dex, turning to your stepdad to glare at him, but he gives you a look like I could slap your ass again, baby girl.

"Well, as I said before, I'm meeting up with a friend tonight, so-" you miss the rest of the conversation because that's all that Dex needed. He starts rocking deeper into you, lifting his leg and pulling you to his chest.

whispering, "Since mommy gets to play, so does daddy."

You had to put yourself on mute because now the obscene noises the two of you are making would definitely expose what you're currently doing, and once again, your mother is none the wiser.

"We'll probably be out all night, like Dex has. You'll be home alone tonight."

"Do you hear that, baby girl? We have all night." He starts to squeeze your thighs, just how you like it.

"I'll let you be darling, I'll see you tomorrow-" she doesn't finish her sentence because Dex hangs up and throws your phone, finally pushing you down into the couch like he wanted.

You finally let out the scream you desperately wanted, "Yes! right there!"

"Yeah? Is daddy hitting the right spot?"

"Yes! oh god, yes."

He maneuvers you once again, flips you over, His hand moves down to your neck, giving you a hard grip and holding you down, folding you in half, knees bent to your shoulders, and feet jerking over his head.

"Prove it, scream it out."

"Daddy, make me come." There's some part of you that wanted to call your mother back, and literally scream how your stepdad is literally fucking you, how yes, he's cheating on you with me. To force her to hear you scream his name, and to come while on the phone.

How messed up had you become? That is, until you look at your stepdad, who's looking at you like you hung the stars, like he wouldn't have you any other way. Like he wanted to do the same thing.

He just drives into you deeper, literally hitting the right spot every time. He literally has a gift, like he never misses. Even worse when he bends down to rub your clit.

Of course you're about to come.

"Look at me, look at daddy." You huff but oblige, nodding out of breath, trying to focus so you can come.

"Since we have all night, you're going to come on this couch, we'll stop and have some dinner, then I need you to spread yourself on my bed.

"Your bed-but mum-" and he proves his point by driving into you harder, "no buts, we're finally alone. And I will have you on my bed. Got it?"

You blink, too focused on coming to answer, that is, until he slaps your clit, "Got it?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl," he smirks, feeling you tighten at that. He lowers your legs to them to lie against his elbows, opening you up just a little bit more so he can watch you come. Watching his cock pump deep within you, in and out until there's a white ring around his cock.

He just sighs in relief but still thrusts into you slowly, riding out your pleasure, sure you're oversensitive and can literally feel the wetness caused by both of you onto the couch beneath you.

But if you're messed up, so is he.

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PUSSY INSPECTION

Daddy!dex x Fem!reader

SUMMARY - Daddy!dex doing his routinely pussy inspection on his baby girl.

SERIES SUMMARY - Dex marries your mother, but things spiral when you and him develop a complicated relationship that blurs every boundary set known to man. Because you've been sleeping with him behind your mothers back. What's even worse is that he's willing to kill her to have you.

TW - STEPCEST TO INCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, pussy inspections, short skirts, no panties, none really. Just possessive!dex.

AUTHORS NOTE - have been desperate to write this for a while. Inspired by this. and here is the masterlist for this lil series.

Daddy!dex always does thorough inspections to protect you—he doesn’t trust anyone around his baby girl. No boys, and certainly no professors. After all, you have a thing for older men.

Once you come home, he sits in his chair, legs spread wide, positioned right in front of the couch. You roll your eyes, already knowing what’s about to happen.

He gestures toward the sofa, and you oblige, always doing what Daddy says. When you lift your extremely short skirt, he lets out a deep sigh, now regretting putting it on you and wanting to burn it right away.

Dex releases a deep sigh when you lift your skirt to reveal that you disobeyed him by going out without panties. He appreciates that you often skip them when wearing pants, mainly because he has ruined so many that you hardly have any left. However, he dislikes that you chose today to forgo them, especially with your incredibly short skirt, which gives anyone a clear view of what belongs to him.

"Sweetheart," he sighs, but you smirk. "Yes, daddy." Your grin is too big for his liking, teasing in such a manner because even though you disobeyed him then, you're obeying him now. As you take off your blouse, he's atleast grateful you wore a bra; he doesn’t know what he’d do if you hadn’t.

Dex just sighs, adjusting in his chair as you smirk and lean back, opening yourself up to him.

After a brief pause in which he admires you, Dex suddenly gets up from his seat so quickly you forget he's double your age and kneels between your legs, making sure no one dares touch what is ultimately his.

[yourgirlwritez]

YOURGIRLWRITEZ ✮⋆˙ just a girl with an obsession ✮⋆˙ my writing will involve smut ✮⋆˙ minors please please please do not interact ✮⋆˙ just a girl with major daddy issues ✮⋆˙ even though i write inc*st it doesn't mean i want to fuck my dad ✮⋆˙ just bullseye okay ✮⋆˙ now that's settled enjoy. ✮⋆˙

.✦ ݁˖ BABYGIRL SERIES - Dex marries your mother, but things spiral when you and him develop a complicated relationship that blurs every boundary set known to man. Because you've been sleeping with him behind your mothers back. What's even worse is that he's willing to kill her to have you.

- if you like smut and short stories in non chronological order then read this...

.✦ ݁˖ GIRLS WHO LIKE GHOSTS SERIES - your mum died three months ago. no answers. so you made a list—thirty-five men connected to her. you’re crossing them off one by one. first name: frank castle. her first love.

- if you like dark!fics and angst then read this one. It is currently on hiatus. It's very similar to my baby girl series. with less smut at the moment lol.

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ATTENDANCE REQUIRED

Daddy!dex x Fem!reader

SUMMARY - Daddy!dex, who disapproves of your college plans, he tries to convince you in other ways.. 

TW - STEPCEST TO INCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, HEAVY SMUT. so if you're a minor or don't like that stuff do not press keep reading below.

but if you like that's your kind of thing then this involves, fingering, cunnilingus, pain kink, nipple pulling? a little non-con, heavy daddy kink, jealous!dex, possessive!dex, , heavy breeding kink.

AUTHORS NOTE - have been desperate to write this for a while. Inspired by this. and here is the masterlist for this lil series.

Daddy!dex doesn’t understand why you’re still pushing to go to college. In his mind, there’s no need you don’t have to work or study when he can take care of you.

He pictures something simple, domestic: you at home, safe, cooking, cleaning, patching him up after jobs… exactly where he thinks you belong.

But instead, you’re studying to become a doctor. He thinks he can help with that too. He could guide you. Be your “practice patient” for life.

Of course, he starts showing up to your college. Sitting in on your lectures at the back of the room, quiet and unnoticed. Watching every guy who talks to you a second too long. Noticing every professor who smiles at you a little too warmly. He keeps track of names. Faces. Patterns. Because that’s what he does.

Because he’s Bullseye.

And people who look at you the wrong way don’t stay forgotten.

So when you later find him sitting in his car outside, knuckles tight on the steering wheel and a fresh bruise under his eye, you’re not even surprised anymore.

He doesn’t explain at first. Just looks at you like he’s waiting for appreciation.

Then he leans in and kisses you, still watching the terrified professor stumbling into the medical bay behind you.

“Did you tell them you’re married?” he asks, flat.

You roll your eyes, of course you didn’t.

He doesn’t like that answer. “You need to drop out,” he says.

You sigh, reminding him you only have one year left.

“That’s too long,” he mutters, already starting the car. And just like that, he drives you home like the decision was never really yours to begin with.

Don't worry, once he gets your pregnant then you'll have no choice to drop out.

When Dex says, “Undress for daddy,” you just roll your eyes.

You protest, “I need to study for an exam,” but it’s too late he’s already pushing you onto the couch, kissing his way up your body.

You huff, “I can’t undress if you’re pushing against me,” but he just shakes his head at your complaint. Then he lifts your legs around his hips, kissing each one as he pulls down your panties and lifts the mini skirt he helped you pick out.

It’s the way he licks his lips that tells you exactly what he’s about to do. He knows you can’t resist how he uses his tongue on you. He literally eats you out like he’s savouring every taste, with long, quick motions just the way you like it.

He’s doing this on purpose. He hates that you’re still determined to finish your degree, and this is his way of trying to convince you to stay with him. And, god, it’s working.

When he eats you out, Dex is vocal, moaning into you, breathing you in, and giving slow, sensual licks that make your body literally vibrate against him.

He pulls back, his face covered with your wetness. You can't help but moan, "Mm... daddy!" He chuckles softly and asks, "Is my baby girl feeling good?" You grab onto his head, pulling him back in, and he chuckles, teasing you by blowing softly onto your neck doing everything except what you really want him to do.

You pull him in, tightening your grip on his head, making him moan into you. He's out of breath when you finally let go. "Are you going to make me a daddy, baby?" he asks, and you moan as he swaps his tongue for his fingers. He finds your G-spot instantly. He's bullseye so of course, he never misses.

"You already are,"you complain, he moans as your wetness drips down his arm. He slips another finger inside you, making you grab onto the cushion for dear life. "Damn right I am, baby—but you're going to give me another one."

You shake your head, gripping the cushion so tightly that you can feel the stuffing flatten. "No... not yet," you say. He smirks and replies, "You're going to listen to me, baby." Then he goes back to licking your clit rapidly while pumping three fingers inside you, making you almost throw the cushion in frustration.

Why does he sound so hot when he’s dominant and controlling you like that? It’s because he can actually back it up. You’re about to come.

He looks up at you with the biggest smirk, knowing you have to oblige. You have nowhere else to go.

Sure, he bought this apartment so you could be closer to campus no more two-hour drives back and forth, no more secret stops at motels claiming your home was too far. But really, he bought this place as a fallback; he has more than enough money to move somewhere more secluded tomorrow if he wanted. You’re just too stubborn to realise it.

"Twist your nipples for me, baby. You know you can’t come without it." Of course, you oblige you’ll do anything daddy says. You bring your hands up and squeeze as tight as you can, but it’s not as good as when he does it. He chuckles at your little sulk.

"Daddy, please," you whisper. He expected that and brings his left arm up to squeeze your breast. With all that stimulation. His tongue on your clit, three fingers pumping inside you, and his hand twisting your nipples. You come with a loud screech.

Dex pulls back and gives your thigh a light slap, watching it jiggle as you try to calm yourself down. He gives you a teasing look, noticing the giant wet spot on the couch.

You sigh and get up, saying, "You did that on purpose." He just shrugs, knowing that now you’re too tired to study. If he keeps this up, you’ll flunk out.

"Round two, sweetheart,” and you just gesture to pause for a moment, still recovering from your high. He chuckles, "I thought you young people had high libidos." You throw the now flattened coushion at him, which he catches effortlessly. "Not when you come like that, Jesus Ben"

He gives you a pointed look. "What did you call me?" Then he starts tickling you. "Dex! Dex! Oh god, I meant Dex!" you say, pulling away with a huff, thinking he’s letting you off. But of course, you’re wrong.

"That’s not my name," he says, continuing to tickle you until his hand slips down and back inside, stroking your now-sensitive pussy, making you arch into him.

"Daddy, please," you whisper. He tilts his head, teasing, "Daddy what?" His strokes grow faster and deeper, knowing he can make you come again.

"Not again, please," you plead. He nudges his nose against yours. "Too late, baby girl." Then his other hand flicks your nipple, and you come once more.

You sigh and glare at him. "I hate you." He kisses you softly. "No, you don’t." He finally pulls back, admiring you for a moment. You worry he might want another round, but he looks at the clock—it’s nearly eight o’clock. He sighs and says, "How about we shower, and I’ll order dinner for us?"

You sigh in relief and nod, thinking that’s a good idea—you want an early night. But as he helps you up, there’s a spark in his eye that tells you he wants to continue later. After all, you promised him a kid.

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HE KNEW ALL ALONG

Daddy!dex x Fem!reader

SUMMARY - Dex meets your mother in what seems like a random reunion, but it’s revealed he’s been quietly watching her and you for years.

TW - STEPCEST TO INCEST, obsessed!Dex, nothing yet but there are dark themes so be aware.

AUTHORS NOTE - this is part of a series I'm currently working on.

It starts off pretty innocent.

A shoulder brushing hers in the supermarket aisle. A quiet “sorry.” A second glance that turns into recognition.

“Wait… Dex?”

He looks just as surprised to see her as she is to see him at least, that’s how he acts.

After that, it keeps happening.

He bumps into her outside her favourite café while she’s grabbing your usual coffee. Sees her again on the subway. On her morning jog through Hell’s Kitchen. Always “accidental.” Always perfectly timed.

Old college friends catching up that’s the story she tells herself.

Back then, they circled each other for months. Your mum’s boyfriend played with Dex, but she’d cheer loudly from the bleachers just to annoy him, knowing he wanted her to cheer for him instead. But behind her boyfriend’s back, she and Dex secretly hooked up beneath those very bleaches, hiding it in plain sight.

That should've been the end, but it wasn't because Dex had never really gotten over your mother. No matter how much time passed, she stayed on his mind.

That all changed the first time he saw you—you couldn’t have been older than ten. He was patrolling the neighbourhood when a softball cracked against a street sign, catching his attention. The ball bounced right back into a young girl’s hand your hand.

Your throw was too good to be anything but natural, just like his. He watched you throw again and again, every move smooth and familiar.

Then he saw your mum cheering from the sidelines, laughing as you rolled your eyes at her praise and suddenly, everything clicked. It felt like fate.

You were his.

From that moment on, he watched from a distance.

School games. Practices. The route you took home. Your mum hovering when you got hurt. The softball scholarship that took you just outside the city. Every detail carefully noted and stored in his mind.

Your mum thought reconnecting with Dex years later was just a coincidence.

It wasn’t.

Dex planned it all, slowly and patiently, until slipping back into her life felt natural. Because he didn’t just want your mum back he wanted you. And now, years later, with you grown and close enough to reach, he’s ready to stop watching from the sidelines.

MASTERLIST

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BABY GIRL MASTERLIST

Daddy!dex x Fem!reader

SUMMARY - Dex marries your mother, but things spiral when you and him develop a complicated relationship that blurs every boundary set known to man. Because you've been sleeping with him behind your mothers back. What's even worse is that he's willing to kill her to have you.

TW - STEPCEST TO INCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, HEAVY SMUT. so if you're a minor or don't like that stuff do not press keep reading below.

but if you like that's your kind of thing then this involves, rough sex, creampie, heavy breeding kink, inappropriate relationships, cheating obvi, size difference, age gap, fingering, spanking, degrading, cunnilingus and violence, a lot of violence. He's bullseye after all.

AUTHORS NOTE - have been desperate to write this for a while. Inspired by this.

I probably won’t post these in chronological order, so if you notice details changing throughout, it’s just me adding new fics and building the story as I go.

Also, I’m splitting this series into two parts: stepdad!Dex and daddy!Dex — basically before Y/N finds out he’s her father, and after she knows the truth because I'm disgusting like that...Enjoy.

Stepdaddy!Dex

He Knew All Along - Dex meets your mother in what seems like a random reunion, but it’s revealed he’s been quietly watching her and you for years. 🌼

Phone call - You and your stepdad are spending time together watching a movie, but you both get disturbed by your mother. 🔥

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Daddy!Dex

Attendance Required - Dex can’t accept that you’re building a life outside of him, so he starts showing up at your college, quietly watching, tracking everyone around you, and intervening when he thinks it’s necessary. 🔥

pussy inspections - daddy!dex after classes has to always has to make sure no one touched his baby girl. ⭐

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SMUT 🔥 | FLUFF 💗 | BACKGROUND PLOT 🌼 | IMPLIED SMUT ⭐ |

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18+ minors dni. tw inc*st, inappropriate behaviour. daddy kink. this gets real dark you guys. heavy trigger warning because this involves daddy x daughter kink. DEAD DOVE.

stepdad!dex - Your mother tells you one night that she has reunited with a friend from high school. The next thing you find out is that they're dating and she wants you to meet him.

stepdad!dex - It started with inappropriate looks during your first family dinner together. It was then that he decided he wanted to marry your mum to get to you. He sat a little too close, stared a little too long, and cared way too much about you.

stepdad!dex - After his engagement to your mother, he insists you call him "dad" right off the bat, which you refuse. He always glares and clenches his jaw when you refuse. He even teases, saying you could call him daddy instead. Which leads you to roll your eyes, and when you tease him back, saying it in a sultry voice, he literally rolls his eyes like he's savouring the sound. It was then that you realised you wanted to move out.

stepdad!dex - He starts following you from then on, puts on his Bullseye suit, making sure his little girl is safe.

stepdad!dex - He's surprised to find out you play softball, and you're actually really good. Got a scholarship. He, from then on, watches all of your games. Even insists on teaching you a few things here and there. You're not as good as him, but still better than the average person.

stepdad!dex - During his wedding, he couldn't get his eyes off of you; he looked like he was reciting his vows to you instead of your mother. But you just shook it off. Little did you know.

stepdad!dex - Your relationship gets better after that, you start making him breakfast in the morning, starting to be more affectionate, a kiss on the cheek here and there, a hug before you leave. even leaning on him.

But to him that's when things begin to escalate.

stepdad!dex - He has to calm himself and go on another killing spree just to get you out of his head.

stepdad!dex - He insists on picking you up and dropping you off to college, insisting its him that brings you back and forth he claims its a safety thing but you know its a control issue especially when he arrives an hour early just to watch you. making sure you're not talking to other guys and when he sees that you do hes silent during the entire ride clenching his jaw and hands.

stepdad!dex - It's during movie night that things change; he insists on sitting next to you. sharing a blanket. Of course, you wore the shortest shorts you own, riding so high that he can see your ass. Your top was so tight that your nipples seep through, you hated wearing a bra at home, and whenever he or your mum complained about it, you would threaten that it's your home and you should wear whatever was comfortable. You cannot miss the obvious bulge coming from Dex. Your stepdad is biting his lip when you lean on him.

Of course, his hands start off stroking your leg, claiming to warm you up, but it was what you did next that made him moan, literally. You said thank you, Daddy. That was it, you broke the seal.

stepdad!dex - When you spread your legs, giving Dex permission to feel you, he literally pauses because you had the audacity to not wear panties. You planned this, didn't you? What's worse is that you let him feel up your shirt with his other hand, there's obvious movement beneath the blanket, but your mother, sitting nearby, is oblivious.

Of course, he made you cum on his couch, head on his shoulder, hiding your moans. whenever you mother looked at the two of you, it just looked like normal father-daughter bonding.

stepdad!dex - He's whispering for you to wait for him, legs spread on your bed, ready for him. That's the beginning of your relationship.

stepdad!dex - Fingering you during dinner.

stepdad!dex - Fucking you before dropping you back off to college.

stepdad!dex - Fucking you in your dorm.

stepdad!dex - Visiting you inbetween classes.

stepdad!dex - Even worse, you're starting to make excuses to come home. only to fuck him.

stepdad!dex -He lies needing supervision whenever your mother has a work trip, when in reality he's fucking you in their shared bed.

stepdad!dex - It gets so bad that he's answering calls whenever you two are together. Your mother is shocked when she calls him, and you're there. He forces you to answer while he's literally pounding you into his bed.

stepdad!dex - When he learns his wife is cheating on him, he shouldn't be mad because he's cheating on her with you. What's worse is that his wife literally confesses all that to her daughter. She didn't know you were lying flat on the couch as he ate you out. It was his fault that he forced you to answer while teasing your pussy. trying to see how quiet you could cum.

He almost snatched the phone out of your hand and revealed your relationship right there. But when his wife reveals that she'll be a few hours, that's when he smirks. forcing you to hang up. Looks like we have more time, baby.

stepdad!dex - Their relationship becomes strained not because she's realising the truth about him having an affair, but because she's stringing the pieces together that it's with her daughter. "What do you mean, you've been here all day?" "Yeah, love, it's just been the two of us" "the whole day?"

stepdad!dex - It was the next day, when his wife left her affair partners apartment is when he struck, pulled his bullseye mask down, and killed her right there.

stepdad!dex - You cry in his arms, screaming how it's your fault, but he smirks, trying his best to comfort you. But he doesn't feel any remorse in fact its the opposite, now he can finally have you.

stepdad!dex - But you have the audacity to pull away from him. Deciding to stay at college, no more pick-ups, no more visits. In fact, when he arrives at his usual spot, you ignore him; you'd normally run over and jump right in or tease him by talking to other guys, but now you fully ignore him, shaking your head as you look at the time and realise he's been there for the full hour.

stepdad!dex - When you finally let him take you home, you're a statue, no acknowledgment, no greeting, nothing. He tries to kiss you, but you move your head, and it becomes a peck on the cheek.

What's even worse is you're wearing jeans, he can't even finger you like he used to. He just tightens his hold on his steering wheel, just like he used to when you first met.

stepdad!dex - If that's how you're going to act, fine. But he will get you back. He killed your mum for you after all.

stepdad!dex - Of course, the two of you argue when he calls himself your dad, well, daddy, and you hate him for it. Even tell him that you regret your relationship. Oh, how he hated that.

stepdad!dex - When he sees you've moved on, you started hating fucking random guys. He turns into Bullseye once again, killing the guys one by one. protecting his little girl.

Confessing to one of them that they dared touch his baby. throwing a knife at them, saying, " You couldn't keep your hands to yourself. " What made it worse is that the guy said that she literally asked for it, begged him to fuck her, and that was it; he was dead. He was already going to die, but now it was a slow death.

stepdad!dex - When he arrives back home, you're there, face full of tears, begging to have him back that you're sorry, but he couldn't believe it, you're there.

He proves to you right there that he's all you need. fucking you, how you used to now without your mother to worry about.

Eating you out on the kitchen table. Oh, how he's always wanted to do that.

Fingering you while watching a moving now you can moan and scream as loud as you want.

Fucking against the mirror in the hall, watching his cock go in.

And of course, claiming your new bed. You pause kissing him when you say the magic words, fuck me raw, and he smirks, I can pull out and then you broke him with just one word: don't.

stepdad!dex - From then on, he's fucking you raw, breeding you. You joke that you'll finally give him the kid he's always wanted, but there's something in his eyes that makes you pause. like he's not telling you everything, but you don't know what.

stepdad!dex - When you come home after finding out the truth, Dex and your mother had an affair when they were young. You do the math. When you thought Frank Castle was your dad, it was actually Dex himself.

stepdad!dex - He doesn't deny it. In fact, he finds it hotter. Still kissing you like it doesn't change anything, that he literally fucked, no came inside his very own daughter. Not stepdaughter but biological daughter.

stepdad!dex - When he sees you pull back, no, you're not doing that again, not when he finally had you. No, you're his. You said so yourself.

stepdad!dex - Bullseye comes out, he throws a knife at the door blocking you in, and everything just clicks. Every time you went out, You knew someone was watching you You had an idea it was Bullseye, but she should have known it was him, Dex, your father, the whole time.

Not out of protection, but because he’s possessive and obsessed with you.

He just smirks, " You got me, sweetheart.”

daddy!dex - When you discover he's your biological father, not your stepdad, his demeanour changes. He becomes more possessive, revealing a stronger protective side. You've already overcome numerous barriers together. At this point, it's too late for him to withdraw; you are already his.

daddy!dex - who lets you see his dark side and reveals his true kinks, knife kinks, being tied up, tying you up, and most importantly, his pain kink. Don't forget you have to call him daddy; in fact, he wants you to shout it.

daddy!dex - He's already cum in you before; you can't stop him now. Sure, you'll make his grandchild/child, that's fine, as long as you're his.

daddy!dex - Who forces you to marry him?

daddy!dex - Who lies and pretends you're not his daughter, in public, you're his significantly younger wife. He looks like a sugar daddy if anything. Not a guy who's literally fucking his daughter.

daddy!dex -He hated that you wanted to continue with college; he claimed you don't need a degree anymore, but you insisted.

daddy!dex - Who buys a shared apartment for the two of you, close to campus, hating the long commute.

daddy!dex - who, from then on, tries to get you pregnant. That's the only way to make you drop out. You can become a stay-at-home mum like you're supposed to.

daddy!dex - your daddy kink just gets worse, it not only turns him on but it changes him completely. Look how twisted you've made him become.

daddy!dex - Who goes out as Bullseye less and less, wanting to be home with you.

daddy!dex - When he's at your games, he shouts “that's my girl,” making you blush, but if anyone were to stare at him, be assured he's visiting them as Bullseye that night.

Which means soon there's only four people on your team. Which works out for Dex because if you can't play, then you lose your scholarship.

daddy!dex - The arguments you both have when you realise he's killing your teammates. He only stops when he bribes you with the threat that he'd only stop if you fuck him in the cage. Of course, that works, temporarily.

daddy!dex - Who kills your coach because he remembers him, and because of that, you lose your scholarship.

daddy!dex - He spends the entire day fucking you, saying that's your punishment. How dare you be upset that your coach died? How dare you be upset that you're home and spending the day with him? How dare you?

So he fucks you on your now broken desk.

the couch.

your bed, finally, your bed, not the old spring that used to belong to your mother.

daddy!dex - After that he moves you guys once again, starting over. Now with your son technically his grandson but only the two of you know that.

Rafael, who inherited his fathers blonde hair.

[yourgirlwritez]

GIRLS WHO LIKE GHOSTS - MASTERLIST

Dark! Ben Pointdexter x step daughter!Reader

SUMMARY - your mum died three months ago. no answers. so you made a list—thirty-five men connected to her. you’re crossing them off one by one. first name: frank castle. her first love. TW - dark themes, violence, gun violence, blood, death, murder, mentions of past abuse, manipulation, deception, stalking, kidnapping (framed), police involvement, false accusations, morally grey characters, toxic relationships, grief, trauma, identity issues, obsession, revenge, incest. AUTHORS NOTE - sooo uh, I have to be honest if you don't like father x daughter ships do not read. Minors dni.

PROLOGUE- coming soon

CHAPTER ONE - Y/N investigates her mother’s disappearance by targeting and crossing off men connected to her past, using manipulation and staged arrests to move closer to the truth. At home, she clashes with her stepfather Dex, a detective torn between protecting her and failing to solve the case.

[yourgirlwritez]

GIRLS WHO LIKE GHOSTS - Chapter One

Dark! Ben Pointdexter x step daughter!Reader

SUMMARY - your mum died three months ago. no answers. so you made a list—thirty-five men connected to her. you’re crossing them off one by one. first name: frank castle. her first love.

CHAPTER SUMMARY - Y/N investigates her mother’s disappearance by targeting and crossing off men connected to her past, using manipulation and staged arrests to move closer to the truth. At home, she clashes with her stepfather Benjamin Poindexter, a detective torn between protecting her and failing to solve the case. TW - dark themes, violence, gun violence, blood, death, murder, mentions of past abuse, manipulation, deception, stalking, kidnapping (framed), police involvement, false accusations, morally grey characters, toxic relationships, grief, trauma, identity issues, obsession, revenge, incest, father x daugther... AUTHORS NOTE - sooo uh, I have to be honest if you don't like father x daughter ships do not read. Minor dni.

The bathroom light hums softly overhead.

I lean closer to the mirror, steadying my hand as I drag the eyeliner into a sharp wing. Not too heavy. Not too perfect. Just enough.

A different version of me looks back.

Older. Tired in a way I’m not. Practiced.

I press my lips together, then swipe on lipstick—slow, deliberate. The kind that lingers. The kind people remember.

The curling iron clicks as it cools on the counter. A cheap motel hairdryer hangs crooked on the wall. Everything about this place is temporary.

Forgettable. Good. I smooth down the dress next. It’s not my style too tight, too calculated but that’s the point.

Tonight isn’t about me.

It’s about him.

I take one last look in the mirror, letting my expression soften into something learned.

Then I open the door.

The motel room is dim, lit by a flickering lamp.

He’s already there, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward like he’s been waiting. When he sees me, he grins.

“There you are.”

I close the door behind me. “Miss me?”

He laughs, a little breathless. “You look… different.”

“Do I?” I step further into the room.

He watches me, like he’s trying to figure something out—but whatever doubt flickers there gets buried.

“Come here.” I don’t rush. I let the silence stretch, just enough to pull him in.

Then I reach back and unzip my dress. His smile stays until the fabric slips.

Until he sees it.

The scar. Right down the center of my chest.

He pauses. “…I don’t remember that.”

I glance up at him. “Really?”

“You didn’t have that last time.”

I laugh quietly. “I’ve had it my entire life.”

Something shifts.

He leans back, really looking at me now. The makeup. The way I stand. The way I speak. “…No,” he mutters. “That’s not right.”

I tilt my head. “What isn’t?”

“You’re—” He squints. “You look younger.”

My smile sharpens. “I didn’t think you’d notice.”

He stands, unease creeping in. “Who are you?”

I take a small step back. Not scared. Just adjusting. “I’ve always been told I look like my mother.”

That does it. He freezes. “…Mother?” I watch it click. Slow. Sickening. “Y/n?” he says.

I smile wider. “Bullseye.”

He flinches. “You’re only—”

“Seventeen,” I finish.

And then I break.

My shoulders pull in, my voice cracks “Who are you?!” I scream, stumbling back. “I want my mom! Please—someone help—!”

The door slams open.

Police.

They move fast—too fast for him to recover, too fast for him to explain. Hands grab him, force him down.

“What’s going on—?!” he tries.

I't's too late because to them, it’s simple. Here stands a terrified girl, in a trapped in a room with a known procurer of prostitutes. Case closed.

I collapse against the wall, shaking, crying into my hands as they drag him away. He keeps looking back at me. “Wait—she’s lying—!”

No one listens.

The door slams again. Silence creeps back in. Sirens fading. Voices distant. Boots cross the room. Softer this time. “Hey… hey, it’s okay.”

I feel her crouch in front of me. “You’re safe now. He’s gone. You’re safe.”

Safe.

I keep my hands over my face a second longer. Let my shoulders shake just enough.

Then I lower them showing my red eyes and wet lashes. Perfect. “Is— is he gone?” I whisper.

“Yes,” she says gently. “You’re okay.”

I nod, small, fragile. But my gaze drifts past her to the dark TV screen. My reflection stares back. Not quite mine. My mother’s face, looking through me.

The officer keeps talking, soft and distant, but I barely hear it because I almost look exactly like her. Almost.

My fingers brush over the scar, the only thing that ruins it.

And then just for a second I smirk. Gone before anyone could notice.

“Three months,” I murmur.

She doesn’t hear.

Three months since my mother disappeared. Three months of nothing.

So I started. Today was day one.

One man off the list.

He didn’t know enough—not about her. He knew about me, though, so I guess that’s something. But he was never important. Just a pawn in all of this and now? Now he’s nothing too, just another name crossed out.

I look back at my reflection.

Closer now. Closer to the top. Closer to Frank Castle.

The officer helps me to my feet, guiding me toward the door, still talking softly.

I nod along.

Play the part. But my mind is already somewhere else because tonight wasn’t just about removing a name.

It was a message.

Something that spreads. Something that might reach him. After all he’s the one who pulled my mother into that life.

And now? Now I’m getting closer. One man at a time.

The moment I realise I’m being followed, my pace doesn’t change. That’s the first rule. Don’t react too fast and don’t confirm anything.

But the car behind me stays too steady. Too patient. Like it’s matching me step for step without ever committing to passing me or falling back.

My stomach tightens. I turn the corner like I’m just going home. It turns too. Okay no.

I keep walking for another half block, forcing my breathing to stay even. Like I don’t notice. Like I’m not counting every reflection in every window.

The car slows slightly and it's still there. Still watching.

My pulse spikes. I break into a run. Not straight. Never straight.

I cut across the road, duck between parked cars, take a sharp turn down a side street I know loops back on itself. The tires behind me hesitate for half a second just enough to tell me I’ve broken their rhythm.

Good.

I run harder.

I take another turn, then another, weaving through alleys until the city stops feeling like streets and starts feeling like traps I’m slipping through.

The engine fades, no footsteps, no shadow, nothing.

I stop behind a brick wall, pressing myself flat against it, lungs burning.

Silence. I wait and count. One. Two. Nothing. “…Okay,” I whisper. “Okay.”

I move again, but differently now. No direct path. No straight lines. I loop back toward the apartment from the opposite side of the block, cutting through the back streets until I reach the fire escape.

I don’t use the front door. I don’t risk it. I climb.

Metal creaks under my weight as I pull myself up, hands still slightly shaking, eyes scanning every window as I go.

By the time I slip through the back entrance, I’m breathing normally again.

Or at least pretending to.

The apartment is quiet in that late-night way fridge humming, pipes ticking, streetlight cutting through the blinds.

My shoes hit the floor by the door.

In the kitchen, my sted dad Benjamin Poindexter is at the table, scraping food into the bin. My plate still full, cold from my absence.

He doesn’t look at me right away. “Where were you?” he asks. Not loud. Not yet.

I lean against the doorframe. “Out.”

“Out where?”

“A party.”

He finally looks at me. Really looks. I can feel it the way his eyes track too carefully, the way his jaw tightens like he already knows the answer he’s not supposed to have.

Of course he does. He’s a detective after all. “You have a curfew for a reason, baby girl.”

I flinch. “Don’t call me that.”

“You’re my daughter—”

“I’m not your daughter,” I snap. “And don’t call me that.”

His jaw flexes. “I’m your stepdad.”

“No,” I shoot back. “You’re just the guy she manipulated enough to give her a bed.”

“Y/n—”

“It’s been three months.” That stops him.

Just for a second.

“You’re a cop,” I go on, sharper now. “Why haven’t you found her yet?”

“It’s not that easy,” he says.

I let out a hollow laugh. “Sure.”

“I’m trying—”

“Are you?” I cut in. “Because it doesn’t look like it.”

“I loved your mother,” he snaps then freezes like he didn’t mean to say it out loud like that.

So do I. I laugh, short and bitter. “See? Even you talk about her in past tense.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he says quickly.

“Then what did you mean?” I step closer. “Either you fell out of love with her—”

He hesitates, just long enough.

“Or,” I finish quietly, “you’re like me… and you already know she’s dead.”

“Don’t,” he warns, stepping forward.

We both know why. We both know he knows I’m lying but neither of us says it. Finally, he exhales. “You’re grounded.”

I let out a breathless laugh. “Yeah? For what—existing?”

“For lying. For disappearing. For putting yourself in danger.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is?” I snap.

“That I’m trying to keep you safe!”

“Yeah?” I shoot back. “You kept my mum safe too, right?”

That hits. I see it. The way something cracks behind his eyes.

The TV in the background flickers with a late-night news segment. “…and authorities confirm the vigilante known as the Punisher has struck again—”

I roll my eyes and drop my bag by the counter. “That guy is everywhere,” I mutter. “How come you haven’t arrested him yet?”

Dex doesn’t answer right away. His eyes flick briefly to the screen, then away. “Change the channel,” he says instead.

I pause. “That’s it? No lecture? No cop speech?”

“Y/n.” His voice is sharper now more controlled but not calm.

“Where were you?” There it is again but different this time, less parent more pressure.

I shrug. “I told you. Party.”

His jaw tightens. “Don’t lie to me.”

That lands heavier than it should. “I’m not lying.”

A beat then he stands slow, measured and suddenly the room feels smaller. “You came in through the back,” he says quietly. “Why?”

My stomach drops slightly but I don’t show it. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“That’s not true.” Not a question but a statement.

My eyes narrow. “You following me now or something?”

A pause a little too long, “No.” But it doesn’t sound clean it doesn’t sit right.

The TV continues behind him. “…latest attack has been linked to the assassin known as Bullseye…”

I snort under my breath. “Honestly, how many people is this guy even supposed to be?”

Ben doesn’t respond he just watches me.

But I don’t stop. “I’ve got three more months,” I say, stepping back toward the hallway. “Then I’m eighteen. Then you’re free of me.”

I glance at him. “Happy?”

“Don’t say that.”

“What?” I shrug. “Then you can go back to being a bachelor again.”

He just stands there, watching me. Like he wants to say something, like he doesn’t know how. “…Fine,” he says finally, voice tight. “You’re grounded. Until then.”

I huff, already turning away. “Yeah, right.” My door slams behind me.

My room is quiet when I shut the door. It’s the only place in the apartment that feels like mine but even that’s a stretch.

I move straight to the closet, pushing past hanging clothes until my fingers find the loose panel at the back.

A small push it clicks.

The wood shifts just enough for me to slip through.

My real room. My safe haven. It’s small. Bare walls, low light. The air feels different in here still, controlled. Mine.

And covering the walls is everything. Photos. Names. Strings connecting one face to another. Notes scribbled in the margins. Dates. Locations.

A map of her life. A map of what happened to her And in the center is him.

Frank Castle.

Pinned right in the middle like everything leads back to him.

My eyes linger there for a second then shift to the side. To the list. I pick up the pen sitting on the small desk, rolling it between my fingers before pressing the tip to paper.

One clean line.

The Victor Hale man from earlier tonight, crossed out.

I smirk. “One down,” I murmur.

The ink dries quickly.

Just another man connected to her. Just another dead end.

But still I"m closer. To Frank. To the name at the centre of it all.

My father.

The smirk doesn’t fade because I can feel it now. I’m getting closer. One name at a time.

masterlist - next chapter coming soon