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Light My Fire - Part Seven

Pairing: Ben "Soldier Boy" x F!Reader

Rating: M (Crude Language, Curse Words, Sexism, descriptions of explicit sexual content)

Description: Phoenix faces a ghost.

Tagged: @tonixe @chernayawidow, @deans-spinster-witchs-favorites, @ophennie @virgoelf-blog, @my-obsession-spn, @capricxnt

Part Six

Your father died in the war.

1945. The Battle of Okinawa.

You were fifteen years old.

You don't remember much about him, but he was a good man. He promised to come home. When the soldiers came marching in, he wasn't with them. Your mother wasn't the same after that, but she didn't show it on the surface. She cried in the bathroom and whimpered into her pillow, but she never let anyone see her like that. You had admired her when you were younger.

But now?

You couldn't even recall what her face looked like. When you thought about her, which wasn't often, all you could think about were words: strong, independent, fierce, and hard-working. Your mother was a no nonsense kind of gal and that was how she raised you. She was a secretary for some big shot in St. Louis, a working woman that earned her own and fended for her own. If not for her, you wouldn't be here. You can imagine yourself aging, having married and had children ages ago. Maybe you'd be in a nursing home right now. Maybe you'd be in a grave.

But no.

Your mother refused to marry you off like all the other mothers of your time. She didn't believe that a woman belonged in the kitchen and she refused to allow you to think otherwise. She instilled in you a fury that remained even to today.

You both lost touch with one another when you were entered into the program. You were twenty-two years old, your mother had made the arrangements herself. You don't remember why she did, but frankly, it was so long ago you can't bring yourself to care. You never went out to find her. You were certain that she was dead by now. And of the things she left you with, 'I love you' wasn't one of them.

Don't trust anyone, she said.

And don't you dare fall in love. You'll just get yourself hurt. No one cares about you and no one ever will. Remember that.

You should have listened to her, but over time her words just became less and less valuable. You didn't take them seriously anymore. Not like you used to. You doubt she told you them under the assumption that you would live to be almost a hundred years old and look not a day over twenty-two. She couldn't possibly understand what it was like to be in your boots.

It was lonely.

Surely, that would be the exception. If you trusted someone along the way, that was okay. If you fell in love...

But no.

None of this was okay.

And you don't think your mother would approve of you attending the seventieth anniversary of the biggest hero fuck fest in history.

You were scowling in disgust as you made your way through the halls of the mansion. Tommy, Tessa, and the Deep had disappeared, but you weren't so concerned about it. If Tommy and Tessa were still alive, that meant that Ben wasn't here yet. But Ben was on his way and you needed to prepare yourself for the worst. The moaning, the exotic smells that permeated in the air, the sounds of skin slapping against skin, it wasn't making your situation any better.

You couldn't believe that the twins were still doing this. It was obvious by the look on your face that you had never been a big fan of Ben's annual Herogasm. He started it with some other heroes a long ways back and from that point forward he made it a habit to host the orgy in his penthouse every once a year. You had been invited on numerous occasions before Payback had even been formed. Back then, heroes were few and far between. You didn't have hundreds of them like there was now. The invites were little pamphlets with splashes of vibrant colors stamped down by a printing press, some poorly drawn pornographic comic scribbled on the front. They were sent out by whoever was Soldier Boy's assistant at the time. Knowing how Soldier Boy was after he met you in person, if the invites had been sent by him personally, he probably would have come and fetched you himself.

That was much like what happened after he met you. Being a member of his team didn't deter him from you in the slightest. Ben would invite you to Herogasm himself every year after Payback had been created. And every year that Ben approached you about the event, you gave a very firm and strong 'no'. Ben was so determined that he would try everything he could think of to get you to change your mind. As if him barreling through your penthouse door in the early morning wasn't already bad enough. He sent you sex toys, gave you intimate details on who was going to be there, attempted to bribe you with food and drinks and drugs.

It wasn't like you were a prude.

In your younger days, you would do anything to have a good time. You were reasonable and rule-abiding, but it was a known fact that you liked to party. And you were wild and fun and carefree. The world was your playground and you were so excited to learn and try new things. Heck, you weren't even that young then. But within the era arose a lot of great changes and great changes meant new things. Everyone was living life to the fullest and everyone was rocking and rolling, swinging, mixing drugs and drinks, learning about themselves. It was a new age. Gone were the ways of the old.

So, you weren't going to lie to yourself, part of you really did want to go to Herogasm. You couldn't count how many times you had nearly walked yourself all the way to Soldier Boy's penthouse. Be damned the reality of giving him the satisfaction, you just wanted to have fun. The rational and reasonable side of yourself would stop you. You would have to do a regroup on the top of a tower somewhere, pace back and forth as you thought up reasons as to why you shouldn't go.

Orgies were great and all, but there was nothing that beat the physical and carnal intimacy of being with someone in private.

Ben had tried to persuade you that way too: It'll just be you and I, how 'bout that? But there still was the problem of him being in a relationship. Take away the public aspect of it and there still was the fact that he was with Crimson. No matter how many passes Crimson gave him, you wouldn't be just some other girl, you wouldn't allow that. And you couldn't do that to Countess.

The idea of facing him in the workplace after that, you'd never be able to do that. You weren't sure how your teammates managed. Payback had fucked with each other in every which way, even outside of Heorgasm. Herogasm was supposed to be the fuck for free card: once a year, fuck whoever you want, however you want, no consequences. What happens in Herogasm stays in Herogasm, kind of bullshit. You would never be able to do that.

Your best bet was to stay away. And you did.

It was almost ironic that you would confront Ben, after all these years, at an event like this. You weaved through the corridors of the mansion, peeking into rooms and steering clear of naked bodies. You found a surprisingly secluded part of the home and took up a space there. You were fiddling with the edge of your cape, pacing back and forth as you waited.

"Okay. Deep Breathes." You told yourself, muttering reassurances that fell empty in your gut. "Everything will be fine. Everything will work out."

What would you even say to Ben? It wasn't his fault that he had been trapped by the Soviets all these years. If anything, it was yours. You blamed yourself for not saving him when you should have. Why did you wait to confront the team? Why didn't you just go get Ben? None of this would be happening if you did. Maybe you'd finally be retired.

Or maybe you just liked this too much...

You don't know how much time had passed, too lost in your thoughts. A sickeningly sweet smell filtered in, a cloud of smoke floating in the air. You inhaled deeply through your nose, nostrils flaring.

"Halothane?" The smell brought a sense of nostalgia. Criminals tried to use it on you a few times back in the day, assuming it would knock you out cold. Either some super kinky shit was going on or something was about to go down.

You followed the cloud of smoke, turning a corner to find it unfurling from a container that rested at your feet. Some sort of smoke grenade, you deduced. You stepped forward, trotting down a set of steps before coming upon two familiar faces. The two men were in conflict with one another, Butcher easily holding back the larger man with one hand.

"Well, if it isn't Billy fuckin' Butcher." They both paused, eyes landing on you. Butcher faced you, a small smirk lifting his lips.

"Phoenix, the fiery cunt, funny seeing you 'ere."

Billy had tried to kill you a few years ago. His team and him had been tasked with obliterating your entire career and even trying to find a way to obliterate you. They failed, of course. There was no doubt that they would. And you didn't blame them for trying to kill you, you were a loose cannon. Still were. You returned his smirk as you came down those last few steps.

"I wouldn't be smiling if I were you. Don't think ya'know what's about to happen." You paused, cocked your head to the side, your irises glowed red. All too fast, a gust of air slashed at your sides as you moved with a startling quickness. Your hand encompassed Butcher's throat and you pinned him to the wall. The wall crackled around the force of your combined strength and his weight. His colleague threw a fist at a nearby display case, the glass shattered onto the carpet floor, he withdrew a wooden baseball bat. The wooden bat splintered as it hit your back, falling into a mess of pieces. Butcher fought back with a grin, making a good effort, something you didn't miss. That grin of his faded when he realized he wasn't strong enough to pry your fingers away from his exposed throat.

"What have you been up to, you piece of shit? You've gotten abnormally strong since I last saw you." You showed your teeth, your hand as hot as a furnace, holding Butcher in place as if he were a mouse. "You couldn't have taken V, I don't take you to be that kind of guy." Your gaze wandered up and down with a sick curiosity as he continued to struggle, clawing at your hand with an iron grip. "Nooo..." You ponder with a pop of your lips. "You took something else. Ya'know you can't trust that shit, right?"

"Let him go!" His colleague stood back now, withdrawing a pistol. He fired six shots at you, the bullets hit your side and dropped to the floor in little dented beads. You plainly looked between the bullets and him.

"Really?" You spat, "Don't you guys know anything by now? For fucks sake, it's always the same shit with you people."

BOOM!

The explosion surprised you and you relinquished your grip on Butcher. The wall at your back exploded into a mess of rubble, a burst of heavy wind pushing back at you. Billy and his friend collapsed to the ground from the blast, while you stayed perfectly still against it. Your eyes narrowed in its direction. As the structure of the mansion around you wheezed and crumbled from the attack, you heard screams and cries for help follow. You made no move to save anyone. Butcher groaned as he shoved a wall off of him with ease. He smirked up at you.

"You're fucked." He laughed.

The walls were black with soot, plots of fire spanned out across the once pristine white. Your eyes vigorously looked around, you searched for the source. An explosion? Much like the one in Manhatten. John had told you that Soldier Boy had caused that. Stumbling from the sheet of smoke in the air, a figure appeared, down the same set of steps that you had come from, down the same corridor. They grew closer, Butcher stood to his full height, brushing off the layer of dust that had settled on him.

The figure halted when they came into view. His bright blue eyes squinted in your direction before a heated glare contorted his handsome features. Your heart stuttered in your chest, fists clenching at your sides. What were you going to say?

God-He looked just like the last time you saw him. Shiny and bright, a little rough around the edges, but just as strong. As if nothing had happened all those years ago, as if he was just coming back from a simple vacation, he was the spitting image of the man you remembered: the same suit, shield poised at his side, hair grown slightly thicker, no mask.

"Ben." He was going to kill you, wasn't he? You could see it in his eyes. His eyes lacked the fondness that haunted your dreams. When you wished you could be back at the beginning, before all this. Before Vought betrayed him, before Vought betrayed you. "Don't do this." You breathed, your eyes softened, the red in them was replaced by your natural eye color. You extended a hand. "Please."

"You haven't seen me for years and the first thing you do is beg." His voice. Even when he sounded threatening, you missed the deep, transatlantic accent that used to make you feel warm inside. You wished you had never rejected it. Fuck Countess. Fuck morals. You should have kissed him. You should have fucked him. You should have loved him. Seeing him here, none of that mattered anymore. Ben was alive. You were right. He was here. You wanted to run and hug him with all the strength you could muster. You wanted him to hug you back.

I'm better now. You would tell him.

You weren't sick anymore. Last time you saw him, he made you swear that you would be better by the time he got back.

Or maybe you were still sick.

Damaged. Deranged.

People could be sick in different ways.

Why would he want you?

Stop being dillusional.

You weren't the same person you were when you made that promise. When Ben promised to come back to you, he was Ben. Just Ben.

Your rational side returned: Ben wanted you dead now. He wasn't Ben anymore. He was the enemy.

More importantly, he wanted John dead. Who cares if Ben succeeded in killing you? You didn't care if you died. You welcomed it. But John? Fuck anyone who would dare hurt that man. You would fucking burn the world for John. He was like a son. He was your son. No one would fucking hurt him.

"I'm disappointed." Ben added, Butcher slowly walked to stand at his side. Butcher must have felt like he owned the world now. Butcher must have felt indestructible. With whatever substance was running through his veins, with Soldier Boy at his side, all of his dreams would come true: you would be killed and Homelander would be next. You wouldn't allow it.

"I don't know what else to say."

"I waited for you." Ben growled through clenched teeth. "Of all the people, I thought you would come for me."

"I tried." You replied quickly, almost pleading.

"You didn't try hard enough." His voice cracked with emotion as he spoke those last words, before his eyes flitted to something behind you. Someone. You looked over your shoulder: It was John, descending a staircase.

"William Butcher and Soldier Boy." He announced, halting beside you, shoulder to shoulder. "You were behind this. This whole thing. It really is all about me." Soldier Boy glanced back at Butcher, you saw a distant doubt at the edge of his gaze. "William, we made a deal. To fight to the death, you and me." Butcher's expression hardened, he was glaring at Homelander with a deep and sacred hatred in his bones. Heat rose in your fingertips, you were preparing yourself for a brutal battle. Homelander shot a beam of red in Butcher's direction and Butcher was thrown, hitting the wall behind him with a booming thud. Soldier Boy faced Homelander, a coolness washed over him and he stood at the ready. "You were my hero growing up." Homelander took a step toward Ben, "I watched all of your movies hundreds of times." Your breath caught as your gaze flicked between them, an intensity clung to the air. The corridor felt more tight and narrow than before. Fumes of smoke flowing from cracks in the walls, lingering after the explosion. "You were the only one that was nearly as strong as me." Those words came out soft, muttered off the tip of John's tongue. Homelander was wide eyed, someone seeing their childhood idol for the first time and maybe John was a bit disappointed.

"Buddy," Soldier Boy replied. "You think you're strong? You're wearing a cape." You grabbed Homelander's bicep. You could feel the tension vibrating in the muscle. You had a duty to stop this, right? You didn't want this. "You're just a cheap fuckin' knockoff."

"Shut up, Ben." You shot out through clenched teeth.

"And you?" Ben turned on you. "The Phoenix. Fire in the sky. You're the biggest fake of them all. The biggest fuckin' whore." Homelander's bicep slipped from your grasp and he flew at Soldier Boy with a roar. Soldier Boy collided with the wall, but he recouped fast and swung a fist across Homelander's cheek. You flew in to intervene, trying to rip the two apart. Soldier Boy shoved you and you stumbled back, Homelander's laser vision beamed at him. You were about to tear them apart again when a hand grabbed at your shoulder and ripped you backward.

It was Butcher. You blinked at him in shock, his fist collided with your cheek. It did nothing more than snap your head to the side, but you were still surprised. His eyes turned yellow and a beam was shot in Homelander's direction, shoving him back. John was momentarily stunned as his blue eyes lifted to Butcher.

"What did you do?" He snarled.

"Scorched Earth." Butcher replied, you returned by grabbing Butcher by his jacket and you yanked him away. Homelander directed his rage toward him, fists were flying, both of them dodging before making a hit. You turned your attention to Soldier Boy, he was rolling on the floor. You stomped to him, grabbed him by the collar of his chest plate and hauled him to his feet. He punched you. The hit drew blood, the boiling hot liquid ran from your nostril. Before you could collect yourself, Soldier Boy's hand was at your throat and he was choking you.

"I would have given you the fuckin' world." He hissed.

"They-" You choked out, "Got me-" Both of your hands wrapped around his wrist and you fought with all your strength. "Too." His grip loosened just a touch and his eyebrows furrowed at you in confusion. An arm looped around his neck and Homelander was drawing him into a chokehold. Butcher tackled Homelander from behind.

You held your throat, gasping for breath. You stumbled toward the three, reaching out for Butcher when you were shoved from behind. The shove wasn't enough to send you off balance, but you spun on your heel.

It was a naked man.

Starlight's boyfriend? He stared wide eyed at you, you stared wide eyed at him.

Upon recognition of his place in all this, you wasted no time, fire balled in your fist and you threw a wave of heat at him. He squealed, patting himself down, left intact by your attack. Your attentions went back to the trio. You punched Soldier Boy in the gut. Butcher climbed off Homelander to grapple you by the shoulder and throw you.

Soon. In a mess of limbs and fire, it was Homelander and you versus Starlight's boyfriend, Butcher, and Soldier Boy. Soldier Boy and Butcher were far more trained in specific combos of attack, while Homelander just aimlessly tossed his brute strength in where he could hit them. All of them had one goal. It was like you didn't even exist. Any move against you was one to keep you away. The three of them held Homelander down to the ground, Ben's chest began to glow yellow.

What was that?! What was he doing?! You had never seen that before.

"No! Stop!" You screamed, steam rose from the corners of your eyes. You grabbed Ben by the shoulders and pulled with all your might. "PLEASE!"

WHOOSH!

Your efforts were just enough to give Homelander an opening and he escaped their hold, flying into the sky and through the roof. You fell back, hitting the wall.

It was still.

Quiet.

You licked your lips, eyes focused ahead on Soldier Boy's hunched form. Butcher flipped on his side and Starlight's boyfriend stood with a limp and a grunt. Soldier Boy stood, one leg at a time, he slowly faced you. His chest rose and fell with every ragged breath. You held against the wall as he closed in on you.

"I'm going to kill him..." He began, pulling loose tufts of his hair back with his fingers. "And I'm going to make you watch." You tilted your head away. "And then I'm going to kill you." Your vision just so happened to land on Butcher. He was grinning now, blood staining his teeth.

"This is not fair, Ben." You said weakly.

"Aww, are you gonna' cry?" He taunted, lacking any jest, all cold and callous. "Gosh, I don't remember you being such a pussy."

"I don't remember you being so cold."

"Well, that's what happens when the only person you ever fuckin' cared about leaves you to the wolves for four decades!" He shouted, spital ran off his sharp teeth.

"Fuck you, Ben. You don't even know anything. You don't know." You whimpered back, defeated. You couldn't even believe that was you talking. You lifted into the air and flew through the hole in the ceiling.

Ben's eyed followed you, head tilting back. His fists clenched at his sides.

"What did she mean?" He asked out loud, "They Got Me too. What does that mean?"

"Who fuckin' knows, mate. You can't trust a word she says." Butcher replied, eyes narrowing on Soldier Boy in question. Soldier Boy needed to think Phoenix was the enemy. Otherwise, they would never kill Homelander. "She's just tryin' to get into your head."

"That flying fuck and her, are they..."

"What do you think?" And that was the only seed Butcher needed to plant because Soldier Boy's answering grimace was enough. He was hurt and he was fuming and that was how Butcher needed him to stay. He needed Soldier Boy on his side.

"Guys, we gotta' go. Like, now." Hughie stated anxiously, Butcher nodded in agreement.

"Come on." Soldier Boy stood below the hole in the ceiling, his fists clenched at his sides, he gritted his teeth.

You were right there. Right in front of him. As beautiful as the first day he had met you...

And he should have killed you.

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tonixe · 1 year

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My Solider

n.o.t.e.s - back at it again without another one

w.a.r.n - penetration, creampies, biting, choking kink, mentions of alcohol, drug usage/abuse, dub-con to non-con, drugging.TW: HEROGASM

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Solider Boy x fem!reader

w.c. - 1.9k

H-E-R-O-G-A-S-M

The time when supes can go loose and fuck anyone and everything without any problems. Mostly every supe comes to this 'special' occasion to just fuck anyone. It was utterly stupid, you thought. It was the 80's, the fucking breeding place of probably most the STDs; it was stupid to you, made by the American superheroes, the strongest of all superheroes, the riser of the rising sun, freaking Solider Boy.

The ironic part is that you, even here at this nudity scene, as you walked into the house not bothering to strip, just coming into the party just to be there, had better do with your time. You poured yourself a shot of Bourbon, dumping it into your system; the alcohol was going through your veins. Averting your eyes from the nasty scene before you.

Music was blaring in the house, the smell of sex was clogging your ventilation, and a nudity scene was everywhere you looked. You felt bad for the Sex workers that had to experience this mess; it was honestly disgusting.

In your plane of thought, you were interrupted. Feeling a hand touching your shoulder, " I didn't know you were even going to be here, Y/N," a masculine voice spoke; it made you angry how his voice was just like honey but addicted like a drug. Surprisingly he was fully clothed, and his body was standing over you. You took a breath, turning your body to Solider Boy; he was just wearing his hero suit but without protective gear, no shield, and no helmet.

Just plain casual.

"Well, you thought wrong," you responded to him, as you cocked him a smile, giving him some eye contact.

"Glad to see that, your prissy bitch, you always were," Solider boy snapped with his award-winning smile, flashing his white pearls. You refrained from responding to his insult with a negative comment.

"That's just my character" you took a swig of the alcoholic beverage, combing back your hair. The tension between you and Soldier boy was overwhelming, as you looked anywhere to go to or at least go away from certain supe.

You tried not to make eye contact with him, but everywhere else, even more...worse. As you took another deep sip, "Have nothing to say? Did the cat catch your cat" he gave you a smug smirk on his face. You just looked at him, biting your tongue; you came for a good time, not to be bullied by the strongest supe.

"Definitely not by your standards," you snapped back at his comment, flipping him off while walking away. You smile at the agitated look on his face before feeling and hearing a smack on the rear, looking back at the supe that yelled Sure."

You felt your eyebrows starting to twitch, you really hated him with passion, as you brushed the moment. Taking another sip trying to let lost in this shit hole. As you wander around the building, where you only caught the eye of the people literally fucking each other. You couldn't help but have your focus on the current girlfriend of Solider boy, which was staring you down like you were fucking tickets to a Bon Jovi concert. It was getting awkward, especially since she was wearing a robe, knowing that she was probably naked underneath her.

Hell, it made you fucking uncomfortable.

It wasn't your fault, that her boyfriend flirted with every breathing woman in the world. Brushing your hair away from your head as you feel a bit bold, as you sturting towards her. You felt her uneasiness when you went to her, "Your that press that your little boyfriend is talking to me?" as you leaned your body turning your head towards her, "Excuse me?" she snapped, her face turning red just like her powers by the second, while you kept taunting her.

"You heard me crimson, let's just be honest, you can have him," you said, looking away then back at her.

"You really think you all that" she sneered harshly, biting her lip. "Well, I am, for your own boyfriend, trying to bed me" you winked at her, smirking at her.

You saw her eyebrows twitching as she felt agitated, "Chill, crimson it was just a joke" you got off the wall, and stop smiling at the now furious crimson.

"But take out that stick up your ass and have fun, it's Herogasm after all" you sent her a devious smirk as you walked away from red-headed, as took a swig of the whiskey. There was still annoying music blasting into your eardrums, as you brushed some of your hair strands. "You're looking pretty lonely, do you wanna have a good time" you looked at the masculine voice that was speaking to you, it was a random sex worker, fully naked wearing a collar, "Maybe later, honey" you gently grabbed his chin, and pressed your thumb on his lips, as you whispered to his ear, as you fluttered your lashes at him.

"Jeez, there are weird people at this party" you muttered to yourself. You sat at the bar section, placing the bottle on the counter, in your peripheral vision you saw a familiar supe, dreading the feeling of what gonna happen next.

"I'm surprised you still here" Solider boy spoke, "-And I'm surprised that your not fucking random woman" you sneered, as you pour yourself a more alcoholic beverage, you drank it down, feeling a burning sensation down your throat as you groaned out.

"I guess we learning more about each other" as he took the bottle out of your hand and poured himself a drink, you snatched it back and poured it into your cup.

"Why the hell are you even talking to me?" you said, as you proper your head up on your elbow. "I would be quiet if I were you, I can't learn something about somebody anymore?" he spoke as he gulped down the liquid.

"I don't like liars, just tell me the truth" your words start to slur while continuing the conversation, you cocked your head slowly, it was only you drinking now, Solider boy just watched you as you drank more of the alcohol.

"I think your interesting, now that's the truth" he chuckled, you buried your face into your hands, as your body felt hot. Solider boy kept pouring more of the booze into your cup, as you drank more that was poured into your cup, "So that it, right?" you murmured.

"S-so..y-you didn't think of fucking me at all" you breathed out.

While you said that you heard him laugh again, "You must be fucking drunk right now, Y/N" his name rolling off his tongue made you feel aroused and wet, as your nipples perked up, as your hand felt shakey as took the last gulp of the whiskey.

"Gosh" you put your face in your hands, as you got up from the stool, your vision was starting to become blurry by the second, you could barely even see what was going on as you felt a familiar hand on your shoulder. "You need some rest, don't ya?" his voice mellowing your whole body.

As you felt your legs dragging against the floor, there were alarm bells ringing in your head,

Fight or Flight.

You couldn't even see where he was taking you, all you saw was just an empty room, feeling your body falling onto a soft mattress.

The sounds of your zipper down slowly, as you didn't say anything, it felt by the second your intimate parts were being slowly aroused. Your breathing was trembling as the realization of the coldness of the air, made you notice that you were bare to his gaze.

"your already wet, aren't you?" he looked at you

Your body was sprawled crossed the bed. The cold air hardened your nipples, small audible moan came out from your lips. Feeling something cold, the light powder being spread on your stomach, "Don't move, doll" he sent you a smirk, the pet name he gave you made even more arousal if you weren't all ready. Feeling his nose on your lower abdomen to your chest, the white substance being vacuumed away with his nose.

His pupils dilated from the powdery drug, "Now, that's it..Fuck!" he grunted, your blurry vision, you saw the bulge growing in his pant, between your legs.

As you heard the jiggling of a belt, he pulled your legs placed them on his shoulder, and positioned himself between your legs. Before you can even process what was happening, "W-wait" you were slowly cut off by him plunging himself inside you, his thick cock splitting you in two, just to adjust to his size.

"Fuck!" you yelled out, as his hips jackhammered into your folds, as several moans were released from your mouth, covering your mouth and muting the moans rolling out from your tongue. Solider boy lowers his lips to your ear, "Don't hide your moans, doll, just became my naught girl" he purred into your ear, as he rolled his hips into your pelvis.

Slightly having his hand pressing onto your neck, taking some oxygen from your head, feeling more delirious.

Spring up with breathy moans, as your back arched back. Wrapping your hand around his neck loosely, trying to secure yourself, while he thrust inside you."M-mmm..fuck!" you moaned out, your breast following the moveth of your bouncing body, as it bounced very thrust he made. While sharing hot-messy kisses with him, his tongue dominated yours, as you pulled away from him, sharing a string of saliva between your lips.

Panting out as he abused your cunt, "H-harder" you moaned as the rhythm of his thrust only got more aggressive by the second. "Shit" Solider boy panted out, flipping his hair away from his face. Feeling the crescendo of your climax, as you moaned out, coming on his cock, Your body felt limp, as you looked at him in a haze. "Be a good girl and flip over" he ordered, you oblige.

Your face was now covered by the pillow, muffling the sound coming from you, feeling your ass being raised up, positioning himself inside you once again, jackhammering inside you non-stop. More aggressive, the pain that simmered into pleasure turned into raw pain, as he kept abusing your body. Having your orgasming more time, as you moaned out.

Grabbing the bed sheet, he fucked you into them, and you were panting. "I-it's hurt" you whined, feeling your hair being pulled, arching your back awkwardly, "You better take it, I wonder how that little family of yours, would be able to handle something like me" he whispered into your ear, your eye widens to do what he information he said, tears was pricking to the corner of your eyelid, clenching on his cock, he kept going into you.

He released the bondage of your hair and forced your head to fall down onto the comfortable mattress, You helped but to produce more tears, not at the pain but at what would happen to you and your family.

You heard grunting from him, as your head was buried into the pillow, as you clutched onto the sheets for dear life. Hearing more grunts, before feeling hot liquid being spilled inside you, hearing a languid groan from him.

You whimpered into the sheets, as you panted out. Your body was dripping and sweating, your body collapsing onto the bed. Salty tears were being produced from your eyes, as your breath hitched.

Your hair stuck to your face, and drool was smeared on your face.

"Tired already" you heard Solider boy's voice, sending a chill down your body, he darkly chuckled at you. You were scared to make contact with him.

"We still got round 2"

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