fbi!stepdada dex ,,, u cant help but have a massive crush on him!!!!
ur mom didn’t rrly love him… she only married for some sorta support so,,, it wasn’t THAT bad— right???
ur clothing had a sudden change once he moved in, for some reason getting more revealing. ur lace always peeking outta ur shorts and pants, wearing the most transparent or smallest tops. going downstairs for water one time (n cause u knew he was still up) only in a tanktop and panties. dex sees you and his face burns an uncontrollable light red and hes forcing himself to look away.
"ur going to catch a cold." he sternly tells you, "no m’not." "yes you are look—" his words pausing as u catch the way his gaze roamed over ur body, "look at what you’re wearing." and he shifts slightly in his seat, a hand now resting in his lap.
other times like:
"dex, can u help with my sunscreen?" while ur bikini is undone,,
"can u unzip my dress for me?" even tho u can perfectly reach it!!
"ooh, watchu workin’ on, daddy?" while pressing ur chest against his arm and standing awfully close to peek at his computer.
walking out from the bathroom in a towel knowing hes home. "oh— i thought you were working! sorry!"
"you look nice in ur uniform…— do u carry handcuffs with u?" :3
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+ the time u finally got him to break, you two had been watchin a movie while u subtly shifted closer to him… dex not saying much apart from the occasional glances & clearing of his throat before he grabbed your waist and hauled u onto his lap. his breathing quick and stuttering as he manhandles you underneath him: "is this what you wanted— is that it? you— just shut up. okay? shut up." ripping ur shorts off u :( revealing that u had nothing underneath this whole time … already super wet .. "oh— fuck. uh," his own hands working on his belt…
…soon enough u had ur face shoved into the couch cushions — avoiding waking up ur mom,,, the sound of skin against skin filling ur livingroom while dex filled u <3
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Dad dex stepping out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist only to see his sweet girl found his bullseye mask and tried it in herself and he is instantly getting hard just seeing her doe eyes peeking up at him and the fact her lips are pressing against the cloth where his used to be .He is definitely fucking her while she is still wearing the mask
dex stepped back into his bedroom, skin still slightly damp and towel hung on his waist as he groaned quietly — before he was met with the sight of you in mask. you were looking at yourself in the mirror, wearing his mask — not fitting you 100%, and to top it off you were in one of his shirts too,
"christ," dex muttered to himself before smirking slightly. shaking his head with a slight chuckle as he padded over to you, "what’re you up to, huh?"
he always liked seeing you in his clothes, but the mask? he never realised how much he loved that — your soft lips placed where his would be. he began to hardened at the thought.
you spin around to face him as you giggle behind the mask, "uh, what’s it look like? i’m a mini bullseye." you tease, cheeks flushing lightly beneath the mask as you give your stepdad a quick once-over, the balaclava highlight your stares and making it painfully obvious.
"oh, yeah? well.. looks like i’ve got competition now— apparently lester wasn’t bad enough.." he stalked over to you quietly, a small and appreciative smirk on his lips as he pinched your cheeks gently before picking you up with a small grunt, and plopping you down onto his bed.
a quiet off leaves you as your head hits the pillow, dex crawls atop of you with a quiet huff — not a chuckle but close to it. you reach up to pull the mask up but dex’s hand stops you, wrapping around your wrist as he slowly brings it down, "nuh uh, don’t think about it, angel."
your hand is guided to his lower tummy before dragged down, feeling his erection through the towel as you squeak slightly, "i— ugh, dad! seriously.." your words a quiet flustered whine, squirming in your spot slightly as he grinds against your hand slightly,
"what? you can’t blame me… s’your fault for trying to dress up as daddy." he presses a kiss to your neck, nibbling like a cat as faint marks build. a small huff leaves you once he pulls your hand away,
"hands up, come on." tugging your — his shirt off of you as you oblige, an appreciative and quiet sigh escapes him as hes met with the sight of your breasts, the pebbles hardening slightly as he runs his tongue along them, a quiet moan escapes you — muffled slightly by the mask as your legs fall open once his hand travels to the hem of your panties.
his large fingers graze over the damp spot, a quiet coo leaving him, "aw, baby.. s’this from wearing the mask or me touching you?" feeling your clit through the thin fabric as you whimper out a response, "b— both… m..mask smells like you.."
"needy girl," his tone teasing — as if he wasnt the one who started this…
he slowly peels down your panties, leaving you completely bare except for his mask on you as you flush in embarrassment. your fingers and gaze trail over his body slowly, tracing down his built frame before meeting the hem of the towel..
your fingers trail down gently, rubbing along the outline of his cock as you meet his gaze again, eyes wide and needy.
"daddy. get it off.."
"huh, you’re impatient too." before untying the towel, disregarding it on the floor as his cock springs free, hitting against his skin before he drags his tip through your folds, "s’wet, baby." he sighs, the smirk still on his face as he watches every little expression you make.
"shut up— d— do i have to keep the mask on.."
"mhm, don’t whine. you look cute, angel. daddy wants this, okay?" you dont protest any further as he slowly pulls his tip away, sucking on two of his fingers before pressing one against you, "i want you now," your words pausing him as he looks at you,
"s’a big stretch, sweetheart."
"don’t care.. m’fine.."
your legs parting as dex holds your thighs open, slowly lining up his cock at your weeping entrance . his gaze never leaving yours before slowly sliding in, "big stretch— thassit, baby." he groans, propping your legs up on his shoulders, diving deeper inside of your cunt,
"you’re behaving like a big girl now, look at you." he cooed teasingly, "might make you wear this more, boost your confidence." as he fidgets with the mask before holding your legs once again.
moans escaped you as they muffled against the fabric, eyes rolling back slightly as dex grunted with each thrust. your tummy bulging slightly as he was inside you. as his movements sped up you drooled against the mask slightly — incoherent murmurs leaving you except for the soft ‘daddy daddy daddy’s.
"gonna hear that everytime i wear the mask now," he chuckled, one hand reaching down to play with your clit — drawing you closer to release as your walls squeezed around his shaft, "gonna cum with me, okay? good girl,"
the room filling with your noises as you came around him — a deep groan leaving dex before he pulled out with a gentle pop, spurting his cum onto the mask, right where your mouth would be.
"hmph- dex!" finally peeling the mask off yourself with a slight gasp for air.
"hm, m’gonna make you wear the rest of the suit next time, baby." he teased— but you felt like he wasn’t exactly joking…
Okay, but, having to share a motel room with stepdad!dex and him making you take a bath with him in the tub.... Heavily inspired by this pic: https://pin.it/37tDlaVSe
you complained about it at first — "i’m not a baby dex! m'not gonna drown or something." huffing as you shoved ur finger into his broad chest, dex catching ur wrist gently, "it’s not about that, sweetheart. you just.. take too long in the bath, it’s a way to save water." and you just know he wanted an excuse to bathe with u
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ur back is pressed to his chest as he washes ur hair,, humming quietly in response to ur speaking about something with the occasional "that’s nice, baby." his hands gently moving through your hair before washing the soap out. he spins you around, causing u to complain before ur scooping up bubbles with ur finger and placing it on his nose ^_^ "seriously?" a small huff leaving his lips before wrapping his arms around you, pulling ur naked body against his quickly causing the water to ripple. ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა his lips gently moving onto ur forehead before his hands slid back to ur tummy,, sliding up slowly before one gently grabbed your breast— "daddy!" you squeaked, slapping his hand away. ur face growing hot, "ugh, you’re such a perv.." feeling him growhard against ur thigh :( "you’re just s’pretty, baby." smirking lightly as he leaned in to give you a small peck on the lips.
Stepdad!dex and step uncle!Shane where dex is far too soft on his stepdaughter so Shane has to step in and deliver some proper discipline, maybe even makes dex participate. I'm just thinking about a teary eyed dex trying to convince Shane to ease up on you a little after you acted out again, that's just his little girl after all. 🫣
your stepfather often let you get away with a lot, whether that was you mouthing off, being bratty or just simply refusing to listen to him— he didn’t do too much to discipline you!
he spoilt you often, too. letting you get your way 99% of the time without consequences, the signs obvious he was easy on you. so when your uncle shane witnessed this? he didn’t exactly let it pass so smoothly.
"baby?" dex calls out as you sat on the couch, scrolling on your phone and currently unoccupied at the moment, shane sat on the other end as he watched tv and nursed on a beer, an arm draped over the back of the couch.
you dont look up at the sound of his voice, shane notices. "yeah?" responding in a slightly distant murmur. you werent really in the mood to do anything, let alone speak to your stepdad.
"could you take out the dishes f’me? dad’s gotta do some stuff." you groan quietly in complaint at his words, finally making eye contact with him as you shrug lazily in response.
"do i have to? i dont wanna." you whine before turning your gaze onto your phone screen again.
"it’s just ten minutes—" he tries.
"deeexxxx.. m’tired." your words a whine, leaning back against the couch as you pout at him. gently kicking one of your feet against the couch like a bothered bunny.
dex pinches the bridge of his nose, his patience thinning slightly, "sweetheart, you gotta—"
"i said i’m tired! just, ugh! i dont wanna. you’re so annoying.." muttering the last part under your breath. you didn’t mean to say it.. you’re just, not exactly bothered.
dex sighs quietly in response, unable to get mad at you and your small pout— as always, giving in and letting you pass,
"i— okay. it’s fine—"
"tired? from what? sittin’ on your ass all day?" shane cuts in, lowering the volume of the tv as some sports game continued. his gaze turned to you with an unimpressed scoff, taking a final sip before his beer bottle was placed on the side table with a quiet clink.
"uh. no? i’m just—"
"don’t wanna hear it." his words an irritated grumble as he adjusts his position with a quiet groan, leaning over to you and snatching the phone out of your hands, tossing it onto the coffee table with a small thump.
"hey! that’s mine! you can’t just-" you attempt to protest, yelping as he grabs you. his grip on you tightened as you squirmed like a caught deer — his hands probably leaving small marks on your hips.
his expression proving he wasn’t exactly playing around like dex would.
"yes i can. i paid for it, i can do what i want."
dex watches this play out as he quickly steps forward, "shane—" trying to deescalate the situation and calm down his brother, shane simply rolls his eyes at this and gestures for him to come over.
"now, dex. you wanna know why she always acts like this?" the question mainly rhetorical but he wanted to hear what dex had to say, anyways.
his expression slightly annoyed as he stares at his younger brother while you attempt to free yourself from his grip, shooting dex a pleading look as you did so. dex shrugs slowly, shuffling in his spot before placing his hands on his hips.
"she’s just a bit stubborn—"
"you’re too damn soft on ‘er— lettin’ her just do whatever the hell she wants." shane corrects— his tone gruff. he was rougher than dex, obviously. and just too fed up with your attitude— and you hadn’t even done that much! maybe after a few days of witnessing this he’d had enough..
a quiet and short squeak escapes you as shane suddenly laid you across his lap like a disobedient child, your stomach faced down and your ass up.
"shane— ew! what are you doing!" your face flushing a light red in embarrassment and at the new, sudden position.
you tense slightly as one of his hands dip under your shirt, exploring your body, shivering at the coldness of his hands.
"alright, shane. that’s enough—" dex calls out, already expecting what shane was about to do.
"nah. it’ll be ‘nough once she’s learnt a lesson— and you better learn how to deal with this, too."
shane slides his hand down your body, pausing as it reaches your waistband and hooks his fingers around the fabric, the other holding your wrists and keeping your arms stuck together.
dex freezes up a bit at the sight. unsure if he should intervene or just.. let you get put in your place for once?
"you wanna disobey your stepdad, huh? think you’re lil’ miss independent?"
his tone mocking as your sweatpants are suddenly pulled down. revealing your laced panties — ones you’d begged dex to buy, which he reluctantly did — you feel a stronger wave of embarrassment wash over you, face growing hotter at his burning gaze.
"tsk. dressed like a slut too." shane mutters, tugging on the waistband before letting it snap back against your skin as you huff quietly, kicking your legs as you try to shove him off.
"dex— get over here and hold her legs, come on." his tone leaving no room for argument as dex hesitates.
"shane, i don’t think this is needed—"
he receives a sharp look from the other man before reluctantly stepping over, the couch dipping under his weight as his hands lock around your ankles, resting them in his lap.
"sorry, baby.." he whispers. biting the inside of his cheek with a guilty expression.
shane’s rough hand rubs against one of your ass cheeks, lifting his hand before bringing it back down sharply. his hand stung you slightly, causing you to jerk in your spot on instinct.
"o— ow!" sounding like a hit puppy as you pout. shane only just beginning.
"dont whine. this is what you deserve, sweetheart." his tone dry as he pinches the inside your thighs, tutting quietly before sliding his hand to your ass again.
"believe me, this is hurting dex more than it hurts you," shanes tone condescending and mocking, letting out an overly dramatic sigh before spanking your ass again.
"sh — ane!" you hiccup, sniffling softly as you receive another sharp slap, then another. skin reddening under his touch as tears build up from the hit.
dex swallowed as he quickly darted his gaze to shane, "take it easy on her— alright? she doesn’t need this," his eyes wide as he practically pleads with his older brother, knowing he wouldnt stop if he tried.
"what? ain’t my fault you’re such a softie."
"here— why don’t you help. toughen you up." shane teases, before hauling you into another position. arching your back as your ass perks up higher.
dex fidgets in his spot at the sight, "i don’t—" he pauses. his own hand slides along the curve of your ass, rubbing the reddened skin gently before moving to the other cheek. not wanting to worsen it but…
you suddenly receive a sharp smack from dex. a whine escaping you as you squirm in your spot, kicking one of your legs as dex’s other hand remained clasped around an ankles. "m’sorry, baby." dex apologised,
his gaze guilty — his eyes glossed slightly, hating to see you cry. "count to three." shanes gruff voice breaks the silence, soft sniffles escaping you before dex’s hand comes down again.
"o—one." you hiccup, dex sighing shakily as shane kept you pinned down.
smack. "t— two! two- ow.." your face burying into shanes thigh as his jeans dampened slightly from your tears, soft shaky whimpers leaving you,
smack. "th— three! m’sorry! stop.." dex pulls away from you, shooting shane a glare before loosening his grip on you.
"learnt your lesson, princess?"
shane grunted, pulling your sweatpants up. the fabric rubbing against your skin more uncomfortably, now.
retreating and climbing into dex’s lap with a quiet sob.
"y..yes.."
"hm? look at me when m’talkin’ to you." tilting your chin as your glossy eyes met his dry ones.
"y-yes uncle." a soft whine leaving you as shane gives you a small tap to the side of your face,
"atta girl."
"act like a brat an’ next time its the belt." before turning the volume up on the tv again, grabbing his beer and drinking it like nothing had happened.
dex rocking you back and forth gently.. but he couldnt ignore the fact his pants had tightened slightly — maybe he’d follow shanes methods.
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ugh i need dex to stroke my hair and my back and rub my ass after shane spanks me so badly like he hates seeing you so upset but you needed that
you were curled up in dex’s lap as you whined quietly,, soft tears still staining your face as he gently ran his large hand along the curve of your ass. "s’okay, baby." he cooed quietly, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek as his other hand rested on your back.
your ass stung slightly from shane’s discipline not too long ago.. still slightly red but slowly soothing from dex’s touch.. as much as he hated to see you cry,, he couldnt help but think you needed that— youve just been so bratty and whiny lately! your pretty, watery eyes meeting his as he slid a hand into your hair,
"wh— why didn’t you do anything." you sniffle, wiping at your eyes before your fingers dig back into his shirt — looking at him with expression of a kicked puppy. "m’sorry," he sighed, stroking your hair carefully. "but you can’t just expect dad to do everything, yeah? sometimes you gotta be a big girl.."
"m’sure you’ve learnt your lesson, huh?" he continued, wrapping two arms around you gently. cradling you carefully as your sobs start to calm down with a small and shaky nod, "mhfm.."
stepdad!dex n stepuncle!shane GOD i want to go to paris while they coo mockingly at me….
"eyes on me, baby. thatssss itt.." shane groans as he holds both sides of your head, cock sliding in and out of your mouth as he groans deeply — rough fingers tangling in your messy hair as he picks up his pace, causing you to sputter slightly around his length.. eyes closing slightly from the pleasure, "eyes on me. you can do it," a smirk on his lips as his tone was laced with mocking.. giving you a tap to your cheek like you would an animal. meanwhile dex had a tight grip on your hips, tip hitting your sweetspot each time as he shoved you further onto shane’s cock with each thrust :( "you heard your uncle, sweetheart.." you whine in response, not missing the chuckle from shane as you look back up at him with teary eyes. “yeeaah.. that’s it— you’re lovin’ this. aren’t you?" shane coos, stroking your hair as you drool.
your bed squeaked beneath you three gently. the two men not slowing down and practically using you as you moan "mfh— daddy.." you call out as you gagged slightly as you pull off for air, before shane shoves you back down on his length, a whimper falling out of you — the vibrations sending straight through shanes length and forcing a grunt out of him :( "shh.. shhh.. i’m here, baby— give us one more- come on." dex grunts, a hand coming down to your ass as he pushes you through to your third orgasm.. your previous still on your thighs and coating his cock. "such an angel.." dex murmurs before shane spoke again, "you okay, baby?- hm, i bet you are.." your walls sucking dex in tight as shane pulls out of your mouth.. tip rubbing along your lips as you whimper in embarrassment before he grabs your hand roughly, using it to stroke himself before spilling his seed over your face? "fuck, what a pretty sight.." before dex puts you through your own orgasm.. pulling out with a soft pop as it leaks down your thighs.. mixing with dex’s :( "awh.. you aching, baby?" shane sighs dramatically, before hauling you into his arms.
constantly pouncing on step!dada dex when the rest of ur family is away for the week… hes startled each time whenever you crawl into his lap or stroll into his room unannounced,
ur just ssoo horny and no one else is there to help u :(
you crawl onto dex’s lap as hes lying in bed, pawing at his chest before running your manicured nails down his big arms "daddy.." you whine, soft groans leaving him as he nods "okay— okay, baby.. dad’s gettin’ older so you gotta give me some time to adjust, yeah?" as your untying the strings of his sweatpants eagerly, his cock hardening beneath u…
