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ᯓ soldier boy would definitely have a thing for (controversially) younger women. he loved them, how they were all for him to ruin.

so when you’d basically begged him to fuck you, he couldn’t help himself. he pushed and pulled at you. tugging at your hair, your breasts, even your clit. he didn’t care what you had to whine about either, you were his for the taking. and god, don’t let you be a virgin, he’d practically lose his mind.

“you’re just a filthy little girl, aren’t you?” he’d tease with a fist full of your hair.

he’d bend you to uncomfortable positions for his own pleasure as he pounded into you. your back would arch and he’d be grunting behind you. “just needed an old man’s cock, huh? like a goddamn whore. how degrading,” he scoffed.

he’d move you as if you were a doll. lifting a limb while bending another. you had given all the control to him, allowing him to do as he pleased.

i hope this did justice to your imagination! sorry the end kinda sucks, i honestly was at a blank … thank you for your request! ^^

18+ mdni ˙. explicit dead dove content ˙. dom!soldier boy fem!reader . thumb sucking . masturbation (m) . fauxcest

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ᯓ soldier boy always teases you about the way you sleep. it was just soothing, you’d tell him, but he’d still toy at you regardless. after all, you were much to old to be sucking on your thumb.

“you really are a baby,” he’d huff, even with a ruffle of your hair. you’d pout with a roll of your eyes, telling him it just happens naturally, that you hadn’t been doing it on purpose.

you tried to stop yourself from your childlike habit, but no matter what you’d wake up with a damp thumb and a dry mouth. eventually, you went to your stepdad for help.

“what? you need a fuckin’ pacifier?” he asked mockingly. you sighed and just bat wide eyes at him until he caved. “fine. i’ll help ya.” you smiled and asked how, but he said not to worry. that he’d take care of it.

so he did. as you slept, he made his way to your room and cautiously pushed the door open. there you laid, in deep slumber with your thumb between your lips. ben huffed at the sight of you.

“just a little girl, aren’t you?” he whispered, leaning to sit just by you. he slowly peeled your thumb out your mouth, letting it lay by your head. he soaked in the moment. your breaths were even and soft, your face in it’s most vulnerable state. you looked so innocent like this, so sweet. “look at that,” he grinned. “what a sweet girl.”

so when the idea popped into ben’s mind, he couldn’t help himself. he let his thumb brush against your bottom lip before sliding it in. immediately, your mouth closed around it, the muscles in your tongue twitching against him.

you looked much better with his thumb than yours, he thought. his hand was much larger, so he could feel your whole mouth. it was wet and hot, and ever so softly you’d suck. it made his head a little fuzzy. there you were, his little girl, fast asleep with his finger in your mouth.

he started to palm himself through his pants, a semi hard on already there. he stifled groans before pulling his cock out fully.

each pass of his fist meant a thrust in and out of your mouth. he pictured your mouth around his dick instead, and pushed his thumb further. you just barely gagged, before relaxing again.

“good girl,” he murmured. he felt himself growing close, and also started to be more messy. instead of simply pushing his finger in and out of your mouth, he’d take it out and press your bottom lip, or pushed it as far down your throat as he could just to feel you tense up.

just as he was to finish, he removed his finger from your mouth and used it to prop your jaw wide open. then, he jerked himself in front of you, and spilled into your mouth. albeit, his aim was a bit off, and some of it got on your nose and chin, but you looked better that way.

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ᯓ soldier boy makes you ride his boot as he works. he’ll be sat at his desk, fingers typing away while you kneel underneath with his boot between your thighs. you hump at it like a dog in heat, so worked up but not getting what you needed most.

ben would finally pull away from his laptop to watch you. he’d hum and tell you to go faster, or maybe even to start bouncing on it. you’d whine but oblige, desperate to please your dad.

“good girl. you wanna be ready for your dad’s cock, don’t you? so keep going. bet your lil cunts aching, huh sweetie? she wants to be filled so bad, doesn’t she?”

his words only spurred you on. you whined and begged to be filled, but he simply huffed. to shut you up from your pleas, he stuffed two of his fingers down your throat. you gagged and coughed around them, but he simply began thrusting them in and out.

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ᯓ dean loves to spike your drinks with smashed sleeping pills. he knows you’d never have him, he is your older brother after all, so he has to take you asleep.

he comes in your room late at night, pawing at your skin, and sliding your sleep clothes off. then he positions himself and fucks you. you whimper and hum in your slumber, but never awake.

his thrusts vary from hard and fast to slow and sensual. tonight was the latter. he was making love to you. he wanted nothing more than you. his sweet little sister.

he brought his thumb to your clit, circling it with a pressure. you squirmed slightly, head thrashing back and forth from the pleasure. you whined his name so softly and dean felt his stomach tighten.

“yeah, it’s me, baby. i’m here,” he softly pushed down on your lower abdomen where a bulge formed from his thrusts. “don’t worry, sweetheart, your big brother’ll take care of you.”

his thrusts picked up in pace as he felt his release close. your name spilled from his lips in a mix of groans. “i love y—fuck!” your cunt clenched around him so hard he saw stars.

then he spilled inside you, nice and deep. he halted his thrusts but stayed inside. “god, i love you,” he moaned, letting his hands freely grope your body. he squeezed your breasts before pinching at your nipples. it caused you to squirm slightly.

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ᯓ soldier boy only married your mother so he could get his hands on you. and boy, did he.

he’d barge into your room when your mom would be at work and pin you against your bed. “c’mon, doll. gotta help your dad out,” he’d whisper as his erection pressed against your thigh.

sometimes you’d say no, to which he’d simply back hand your face. then he’d pull his pants down along with his boxers, and slide your shorts to the side.

he didn’t care if you were ready for him, after all you were just a toy for him, something tight and young for him to use. he’d groan as he bottomed out, a firm grip on your throat. “yeah, you like that, don’t you? like when your dad uses you, huh?

you’d always end up a moaning, agreeing mess. “y-yes, fuck—!” he’d slap you hard, “what’d i say about that filthy mouth, huh?” then he’d stuff two fingers down your throat. you’d gag and cough, but he didn’t care. your hole would clench around him with hips bucking to meet his thrusts.

he’d laugh in your face, “look at that.” then he’d pull his fingers out your mouth to grip your hair. he would pushed your head forward, forcing you to look at where his cock pounded into you. you whimpered, pathetically, “please, please, please.”

“you want your dad that bad, doll? want him to fill up his daughters sweet cunt? dirty little thing you are.” he’d bring his thumb to your clit and rub it. “cum on my cock, sweetheart.”

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ᯓ soldier boy wasn’t the meanest supe, but he was definitely a worthy competitor. the greater public didn’t know how he really was; they saw him as a protector of all without a single thought that he may be of harm to someone as fragile as you.

your hands would be chained to the metal bed frame behind you as your legs were spread wide by the man himself. soldier boy was large, in one word. all over, too. his hands could grip you firmly anywhere, his wide back shadowed over you, and his cock broke you.

“what’s the matter, doll?” he’d say when your face held a frown. he knew what the matter was, of course. you didn’t want to be there, but you knew better than to tell him that. so instead, you’d force a smile and shake your head. “nothing.”

sometimes when he’d pound into you, you’d bleed. he’d growl in your ear and fasten his pace. “look at that,” he’d chuckle. “like i take your innocence every—“ thrust, “fucking—“ thrust, “time.”

he’d push a plug into your ass with no prior prep just to hear you squeal and cry. he’d lick and bite at your cheeks as you sobbed, drinking the salt of your tears. then, he’d fuck you roughly. the feeling of being filled in two holes would make you cream and squirt around him. he’d groan and reprimand you for making a mess. maybe even slap your face.

he’d mumble about you being a good angel, sent just for his pleasure. he didn’t care for how you felt, not really. he’d flick your clit here and there, but if you hadn’t come before he did, he didn’t bother helping you.

he’d always fill you to the brim, making sure to push it deep in you. sometimes he wouldn’t pull out for dozens of minutes just to let it sit.