#ftm dadson

[f3mmeboy]

thinking abt submissive dads and sighing dreamily <3

going “what’s wrong dad?” all casual and sweet while i’m bouncing on it as fast as i can, soooo close to bringing him to yet another orgasm when he’s already so weak from being used. just cooing and giggling at how he falls apart and groans “fuck please no more kiddo” with his big hands gripping my hips shakily

ofc i’m not stopping tho ! dad’s a big boy so he can take at least one more for his baby , right? :3

[dads-boy]

Oh, kiddo, you shouldn't touch your father like this. This isn't how I raised you... Fuck, don't put your hands there- Wait, okay, maybe... no, we shouldn't. But you're right. It does feel good, and it is good bonding... dammit, you make your old man feel so dirty and embarrassed.

[sldierboys]

# SOLDIER BOY X TRANS MALE READER !

tags: incest, dad/son incest, mean ben...i want that cookie, rough sex, manhandling, possessive behavior, creampie(s), awkward reader, daddy kink, degradation, dom & top ben, sub & bottom reader, dacryphilia, cry baby reader cuz hes a self insert ok, like one mention of belly bulge, afab terms used for genitalia, ill add more tags later lol

autor's note: long awaited fic <3 ily ben can you be my dad too pls

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

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You had always been the family secret.

The second son. The youngest. The...defective one.

While Homelander was paraded as Vought’s golden boy, you were hidden away in private facilities, then later in the shadows of the Tower. Your powers — unstable bursts of energy that flickered out more often than they worked — made you an embarrassment. Vought called you “unreliable.” “Defective.” So they kept you out of the spotlight. Out of the commercials. Out of the narrative.

But not out of Soldier Boy’s shadow.

You had grown up hearing the stories. The tapes. The legends. Your father— the man whose DNA had created both you and Homelander— was a god in his own right. When you learned the truth a time ago, the crush you already harbored twisted into something deeper. Darker. More shameful.

You wanted his approval. His attention. His love.

And now, with the world burning and your brother unraveling, you had done the unthinkable.

You had defrosted him yourself.

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You had stood in front of the chamber in your brother's room, heart hammering so hard you felt dizzy. Your hands shook as you had finished overriding the final locks. The glass frosted over, then cleared.

He was completely asleep. And naked.

He looked beautiful, the thought burned shameful in yoir traitorous mind.

Hours later, he woke up, already dressed by you in whatever you found in your brother's room, he blinked, eyes focusing on you. Recognition flickered for a second.

“…The fuck? Who the hell are you?”

You swallowed hard, ears burning. Socially awkward didn’t even begin to cover it. You had practiced this moment a thousand times in your head and still sounded like an idiot.

“I’m— um…your son. The other one. Not Homelander. He…he sent me. Sort of. I mean, I came on my own. Because I wanted to see you. Because you’re…my dad and all that.”

The way you stammered over your words, the fact you had defrosted him, and the way you were standing there, all doe eyes and flushed cheeks told Ben everything.

He stared at you for a long second, then let out a low, disbelieving laugh. “My son? Jesus Christ. Vought really went all in on the fucked up family business, huh?” He stepped closer, looking you up and down with a mocking smirk. “You don’t look like much. Kinda scrawny. You sure you’re mine?”

You nodded quickly, cheeks flaming. “Yes, sir. I mean— Ben. I mean…Dad?”

The word slipped out. You immediately wanted to die.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Ben’s eyebrows shot up. He looked you over slowly — really looked. The nervous way you stood. The desperate, needy look in your eyes.

He laughed again, but this time it was lower. Meaner.

Ben tilted his head, studying you like you were some kind of bug, you certainly felt like one. “Dad, huh?” His voice dropped. “This some kind of incest thing?” The question was almost genuine.

Your eyes went impossibly wider, you wouldn't — wouldn't call it that...Even if it was. You looked down at your shoes, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, voice barely above a whisper.

"Y-Yeah? I mean, sort of...it's not like you raised me or anythin'." A smirk appeared on Ben's face as soon as you started making excuses for yourself.

Ben stared at you. “Well fuck me. Vought really cooked up a defective little pervert this time.” He stepped closer, towering over you. “You been fantasizing about your old man, kid? That why you woke me up?”

You couldn’t look at him. Your hands twisted together, voice barely above a whisper. "No! I mean, yeah, I couldn't stop thinking of you, that's— that's true, but that's not just why I woke you up.” You couldn't help the tears that started welling up your eyes. “I know it’s weird. I’m weird. I just…I always wanted a dad. And when I found out it was you— I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About it. I’m sorry.”

Ben’s hand shot out, gripping your chin roughly and forcing you to meet his eyes. His expression was a mix of amusement and dark hunger.

“You’re a real piece of work, aren’t you?” He said, voice dripping with condescension. “Weird little thing, can’t even talk right, about to cry, and now you’re confessing you want your daddy’s cock. Pathetic.”

You whimpered, shame and arousal twisting together in your gut.

Ben’s smirk widened. “Lucky for you, I don’t give a shit about what’s wrong or right. If my little boy wants to get fucked by his father…who am I to say no?”

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He didn’t give you time to process.

Ben grabbed you by the waist and threw you onto your brother's bed like you weighed nothing. You landed on your back with a yelp. Before you could sit up, he was on top of you, commanding and beautiful as ever, that pissed off scowl on his face now having an amused twinge.

“C'mon boy, strip.” He ordered.

Your hands shook as you obeyed, clumsy and nervous. When you were naked, Ben’s eyes raked over your body — top surgery scars and the slickness already gathering between your legs.

“Look at that.” He muttered, almost impressed. “My other son has a pretty little cunt. Bet no one’s ever fucked it right.”

He shoved your legs apart roughly and pushed one thick finger inside you without warning. You gasped sharply, back arching, keening in pain.

“Fuck— tight,” Ben growled. “Been saving this for Dad, huh?”

You nodded frantically, overwhelmed yet pliant. “Y-yes— please—”

He laughed meanly. “Pathetic. Begging your own father to fuck you.” He added a second finger, stretching you with scissor motions. “You’re gonna take every inch, boy.”

He manhandled you onto your hands and knees, face pressed into the thin mattres, you whined as you felt the thick head of his cock nudge against your entrance.

“Deep breath, kid.”

He thrust in hard, bottoming out in one brutal stroke. You cried out, the stretch burning. Ben groaned in satisfaction, one hand pressing down on your lower back to keep you arched.

You squirmed a little, fussy like a child, he hushed you. "Shh, stay— fuck, stay still.”

He started fucking you with deep, punishing strokes — rough, possessive, mean. Every thrust made your smaller body jolt forward. His hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back.

“Tell me how much you wanted this.” He demanded.

“I— I wanted it so bad.” You whimpered, voice shaky and awkward. “Since I was a kid…I always thought about you, even after I knew you were my dad.” You felt shame burning hot in your lower belly, right where Ben’s cock bulged in your tummy.

Ben moaned, hips snapping harder. “That’s fucked up, kid. Real fucked up. But it makes my dick hard.” He laughed and reached under you, stroking your clit roughly. “You’re such a weird little pervert. My son getting wet for his old man.”

The praise mixed with degradation made your head spin. You moaned pathetically, pushing back against his thrusts.

Ben laughed breathlessly. “Yeah? You like when Daddy calls you a pervert? Like knowing you’re not good enough for the spotlight but you’re more than good enough to get fucked?”

He manhandled you again, flipping you onto your back so he could watch your face. He hooked your legs over his shoulders and drove in even deeper. The new angle made your eyes roll back and fat tears drop from your eyes.

“Gonna cum inside you.” He growled. “Gonna fill my boy up. Mark what’s mine.”

You came first — hard, shaking, crying, babbling incoherently. Ben followed with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt and pumping you full of hot cum. He didn’t pull out. He kept thrusting through it, overstimulating you until you were whimpering and twitching and whining.

"Dad— no, t-too much..." You fussed.

“Not done with you yet.” He panted, mean smile on his face. “Daddy’s got years of catching up to do.”

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He fucked you three more times that night.

Each round was rougher than the last. He praised you mockingly while calling you defective, weird, pathetic, and his. He pressed down on your belly to feel how full you were. He made you say filthy things while blushing and stammering.

By the final round you were a limp, cum-drenched mess. Ben had you on your side, spooned behind you, fucking you slow and deep while one arm wrapped possessively around your waist.

“You’re mine now.” He growled against your ear. “My weird, fucked-up, needy little boy. No one else gets to touch you, not even your pathetic excuse for a brother, understand?”

You nodded weakly, exhausted and floaty. “Yes, Dad.”

Ben hummed in satisfaction and pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to the back of your neck as he came one last time, flooding you again.

“You’re not so defective after all.” He muttered, almost tenderly. “At least you know who you belong to.”

You hid your burning face against his chest, heart full of shame, need, and warmth.

[dad-and-bigbrother]

Dad comes home from an night out with his buddies, drunk and horny. Makes his way to your bedroom and climbs into your bed, hands touching and squeezing your little body, groaning into your hair as he rubs your little t-dick and kisses your neck. Rolls you over on your back and fucks you nice and slow, groaning and kissing your pretty little chest.

"that's my baby, fuck sweetheart you feel so good." He'd groan, filling your little cunt with his cum as you whine cling to him.

[badbuddi]

I want dad to fondle my tits when I’m all sleepy. Want him to pinch my nipples and make me shiver while I’m drowsy and unable to stop him.

[muttgrowls]

sometimes the son is the top

[g0r3hound]

my son comes home from school while i’m angry and drunk. once he walks in i immediately ask for his report card, since i know it’s that day. he sheepishly hands it over to me while i take another swig from my beer.

“An F in math..” I grumble, glaring over the paper, “And a D in PE.. how the-hic— hell did you get a D in PE?”

“I don’t like the activities,” he mumbles, dipping his head down.

I sneer and grab him by the collar, forcing him down next to me on the couch. “Y’know I fuckin raised you better.. you’re so smart..” I growl, grabbing him by the hips as he gasps. “You’re not applying yourself.” He starts to say something, but the words don’t form as I pull his pants down, his face flushing.

“Dad, what are you—“ he starts, but lets out a surprised squeak as i pull his underwear down, palm coming up to rest on his plush cunt.

“You—h.. need to learn your lesson.. you’re gonna take what I give you,” I grumble, before dipping my head down. Before he can even speak, my tongue is invading his pretty, tight hole. He whines out as I curl it inside of him and grip his thighs.

“That feels— weird—“ he stammers before whining out again as i start to rub his clit at the same time, making him shake and writhe. I pull my tongue out from his hole and slowly run it up his cunt before starting to suck on his clit hard, relentlessly. He starts babbling about how ‘it’s too much, it’s too much,’ but i don’t give a shit. Brat needs to learn his lesson somehow.

After I started fingering him while doing that he eventually came in my mouth and passed out. I just left him on the couch spread out like that. Pathetic thing.

[hoplocket]

dad who helps his son with his T shot every week. makes it quick and painless and he always gives a sweet kiss to his bandaid afterwards. his son continues about his day, but dad knows in a few hours that T shot is going to make his boy unbearably horny, and his son is going to come up whining for him to help him with that too. soon hes proven right. his boy is squirmy and flushed while he asks dad to help him make the ache in his pants go away. now hes on the floor on his knees while his baby boy is sat on the edge of the bed.

"dont worry, papas here to make that ache feel better, bud. now spread your legs and let me see your twitchy tdick. there you go, atta boy. youve gotten so much bigger! youre so hard, poor thing. no more begging, im here to make you feel good." dad coos, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out for his son to see. he notices his tdick throb at the sight of his wet hot mouth.

T shot day ends with dads face soaked in his sons cum. hes moaning around his boy, trying to encourage him to really let go and fuck his face. dads a man, son, he can handle it rougher. go ahead and let everything go, make yourself feel good, he knows how badly you need this.