Pairing: Cordell x Daughter!Reader
Tags: Stockings, Father/Daughter Incest, Unspecified Age – Reader can be however old you want her to be!
WC: 500
A/N: Unbeta’d, sorry for any mistakes. Too many fics to ask someone else to read through them all!
Cordell combs through the laundry that’s heaped in a messy pile on his daughter’s bed. He’s missing one of his ranger uniform shirts, and is hoping it just wound up in her basket when she washed her clothes that morning. His fingers dance through bundles of soft cotton and fresh linen, not finding what he’s looking for. Cordell’s about to make his retreat when he hits upon something that feels out of place.
When he pulls out the offending item it’s not his shirt; no, these are very definitely a female garment.
Cordell stares at the lacy stockings, completely mortified.
“Dad! When is dinn-“ Y/N’s words falter as she passes her room and sees Cordell standing there, holding a piece of her lingerie in his hands as if the stockings are a grenade with the pin pulled.
Cordell swivels his stare from the stockings to their owner; his little girl, his daughter. Apparently not so little any more.
“What uh,” Cordell swallows heavily, his breath weighing on his chest like an anvil, “what are these, Y/N?”
Y/N looks around for an escape, but seeing none, sighs and walks into her room, closing the door quietly behind her.
“You know what they are Dad,” she rolls her eyes, not trying to hide it.
“Why do you have them?” Cordell asks, glad he manages to keep his tone even.
“Ummm,” Y/N is clearly much more hesitant to answer that question.
“Y/N,” he says in warning, and she crumples visibly.
“Trevor bought them for me,” she admits, not meeting Cordell’s eyes.
“Excuse me?” Cordell is shocked, affronted… jealous?
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Y/N apologises, shame and embarrassment evident on her face. “You don’t have to worry though, I’m probably just going to throw them out.”
That takes Cordell aback.
“Why?” he asks, anger forgotten for the moment.
“I, um,” Y/N squirms under his gaze, “I didn’t like how they looked on me, I felt… I don’t know, I just felt stupid. No one would want to see me like that.”
“I’m sure you looked beautiful, babygirl,” Cordell reaches out to reassure her without thinking. It’s instinct, comforting his little girl, telling her she’s beautiful and perfect in his eyes. But right now, those words mean something very different.
“You’re just saying that, you wouldn’t think so if you saw me in them,” Y/N brushes him off.
“So show me.” The words are out before he can think, and now it’s too late to take them back. Y/N is staring at him, wide-eyed, confused… innocent. She reaches for the stockings and takes them from his hands.
–
His baby girl is standing in front of him shyly, lace-topped stockings clipped to a suspender belt that highlights the narrowest part of her waist. Her little lace panties match the set. He wonders idly if her bra matches too, but the top half of her body is still covered by the crop top she’s been wearing all day.
Fuck.
Write The Life You Want 
“fuck” is right 🥵🥵🥵🥵
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