thinkin about older bf! soldier boy purposely babying you despite your age ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
warnings: MAJOR infantilization, petnames, afab reader, gross/perv ben, daddy kink, spanking, light dom/sub, fem-pronouns, fingering mention, crying, brat-calling (just once at the end).
a/n: so excited to share my second piece! woo!! i think this is an official reveal of my perverted tendencies. any feedback + asks would be greatly appreciated <3
older bf! soldier boy looooves to act like you are simply too young to understand anything he says, so he dumbs it down into terms he thinks you can understand.
whenever ben retells glory stories from his days as the golden boy of vought, he turns to you, pets your hair, and coos “don’t worry baby i’m gonna say it in little girl terms too,” regardless of the devotees crowded around him. you nod your flushed face as your wide, doe eyes look up and patiently wait for his explanation: “when daddy was younger, he used to kill all the bad men in the world to protect all the pretty girls like you! split em’ apart with the same fingers i use to stuff your cunny.”
older bf! soldier boy constantly doubts your ability to act like a functioning adult. he just chalks it up to how much younger you are than him and that you're just a girl!
whether it be ordering at a restaurant, picking an outfit to wear on date night, or even answering a question during an interview with your partner, ben’s “guidance” transgresses helpful and borders domineering. faltering for even a moment causes his sharp eyes to wrinkle in the corner, a demeaning smirk to slip onto his lips, and a large hand to snake up your back until the rough pads of his fingers can stroke the nape of your neck. condescendingly, ben will sneer: “aww thats alright honey; you don’t gotta get it, you’re just a little girl. let daddy handle all the thinkin’, all i need you to do is keep being pretty for your old man.”
older bf! soldier boy who is overly protective over everything!! no matter what you do, he is there ready to step in and “help” his darling girl.
as you’re cutting up vegetables for dinner, swaying your hips to the ambient music floating throughout the kitchen, ben is quick to jump off of the couch and cage you between his corded arms, pressing himself into your back. His hands envelope yours, shifting the knife into his palms, “dolly, you know you’re too little to play with knives, you should’ve asked daddy to help!” he’s even worse while watching movies; shielding your eyes during the dirty scenes in a movie despite his hand being in your panties and fingers curling inside you!
and if you bring any of this up, he treats all of your complaints and fights like a temper tantrum!
ben crosses his broad arms, tightens his lips, and looks down at you(r chest) while shaking his head in chastisement. “sugar, i don’t like this tone you’re takin’ with me, you gotta respect your daddy.” and if you find it in yourself to continue to protest, he’ll thrust you over his knee and unclasp his leather belt with one hand and peeling off your damp, lacy panties with the other. “you’ve really done it now, little girl. now i’m gonna have to spank all that brat out till’ my good girl comes back.” he growls, his calloused hands cupping your cheek while his thumb sweeps away your salty tears.
a/n: ew im kinda gross... thank you for reading! likes, reblogs, and asks are SO appreciated. i had so much fun sharing this with you <3
