Overprotective Dads Novels & Stories

Her shoulders sank in resignation. "I can't come up with anything! I know my Dad to be very overprotective of my well-being and basically splurged on me so... He should be able to give me anything I want. Wait..." A grin crossed her face as she continued. "... I just have to convince him that I will be fully protected but by someone he should trust at least or someone he feels I would be safe with." Hannah face lit up with excitement. "You may be right! An overprotective father wants someone as overprotective as he is so... Who do you suggest fits this description perfectly?" She arched her brows at her friend with a knowing smile playing on her lips.

“Damien, do you even realize you look like a panicked dad who just found out his baby hasn’t eaten yet?” He glanced at her, flustered but playful. “Hey, I’m taking this seriously! Babies need nutrition. I just need to make sure it’s not too hot, not too cold, not—” “—not too bland?” Devia teased. “Exactly.” He pointed the spoon at her. “You’re already the fussy mom, so let me be the overprotective dad.” Devia laughed, the sound soft but real. “You don’t have to do all this, Damien.”

As much as I love them, apparently we're more dysfunctional than I thought. Ever since my dad left my mama ten years ago, Eduardo has taken on this role of "protector." It pisses me off, and I'm done with letting him get away with it. I get right in his face and speak in the most menacing tone I can muster. "Back. Off. That completely crossed the line, and we're done with this." "Daniel, I'm just trying to protect you - "

Well, I'm sure it's more so my Dad that has a problem, my Mom seemed to like him. "When I met him I thought I recognized him, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Don't be mad, but I checked him out." "Jesus Christ, Dad."I sighed."I really wish you wouldn't interfere in my life. Why couldn't you just give Jack a chance like any normal parent." "I'm protective, Jamie. I will take all measures to make sure you're safe."My father grabbed his work briefcase from the kitchen chair and opened it. He pulled out some papers and handed them to me.

Octavia nods her head, but Silver still looks concerned. “If anything goes wrong, any little thing, I don’t care how little it is, tell me. If someone steps on your toes, tell me immediately,” he said. I chuckled, remembering how dad was also protective of me. “Yes, dad,” I said, sarcastically. “I am serious,” he said. I smiled, going to him and wrapping my arms around him.

"Won't let me do anything remotely strenuous even though I feel fine, and yesterday he actually growled at a passing merchant who got too close. I had to apologize profusely while dragging him away before he started a fight, but underneath my annoyance I find his overprotectiveness endearing, proof that he loves both me and our unborn child with a fierceness that makes my heart ache." "Your father sounds like he was quite the character," Alex observed with a grin. "Overprotective and possessive in ways that probably drove your mother crazy." "Sounds familiar," I shot back pointedly because Alex had his own possessive tendencies that emerged whenever other males got too close or looked at me

My body burned, my ass was on fire, but I knew I’d earned it. “I’m going to protect you, Dani-girl. From now on, I’m going to be your daddy. I’m going to make sure you do your best and you aren’t distracted by bad influences like Diego. I’m going to hold you accountable and punish this naughty little ass of yours every time you mess up, so I can teach you to do better. Alex and Seth will punish you too if you need it. You’re a smart girl who deserves the best, and I’m going to see that through,” he said, and something inside me broke in two.

"What's so surprising about that?" "I've seen men who beat other men up just for looking at their daughters. I've always thought that's how protective fathers are of their kids, especially those born in our world" I mean some are assholes but I thought... I don't know what I thought or why this bothers me so much.

"Yeah..." He raised an eyebrow. "He used to hit you or something?" My eyes widened at his words. "No, he would never, well he did once..." my heart suddenly drowned, thinking about my parents' death all over again. "My dad loved me. He loved me so much, he didn't want me to get hurt, so, he always tried to protect me." "That's fucked up! What about your mother? She never said anything to your father about his creepy ways of protection?"

"Babe, my dad is terrified I'll take advantage of you, so he came here in person just to bust me." I rested my head on his chest. "Yeah, I heard him. Your parents are nice people. They just can be a little too overprotective."