I personally do like actually exploring The Dark Urge having brain damage. Like yea they're sort of a demigod and thats how they survived at all but its repeatedly brought up how damaged the brain is from Orin's attack, and the game repeatedly frames it as brain damage, so there would most certainly be symptoms beyond just the long term memory loss.
Tremors, headaches, aphasia, continual short term memory loss, etc. any number of symptoms from a TBI. i think it adds to the layers of their struggles not just from the Urges, but the severity of what happen to them. And the difficulty in realizing what things are symptoms and disability vs things inflicted on them, yknow?
β‘ Warnings ; NSFW (18+) Content, mentions of impact play, degradation, pet play? (sorta).
β‘ Authorβs Note ; OKAY CHAT,,, I had a request for this in my inbox. When I went to answer it, my tumblr decided to tweak and literally delete it!β¦. BUT IβM STILL DOING IT! Whoever requested this, I hope you see it; I promise I wasnβt ignoring you, tumblr just decided to be RUDE. I did some headcanons for a soft dom and a hard dom because in the request at hand, it didnβt really specify further and I wanted to cover all grounds!! I hope itβs enjoyable!! :) Also Iβll write a full one-shot fic on these concepts at some point, but hopefully this is a good peace offering for now!
βββ β. π Λ WITH A SOFT DOM.
β‘ Dante isnβt used to relationships as a wholeβthat much is certainβlet alone a partner that takes control.
β‘ Heβd be a nervous wreck. He isnβt used to having control held over him, especially in a romantic sense.
β‘ I feel like heβs the type of guy to joke and make it seem like heβs in charge, when in reality itβs you. Heβd never admit it aloudβitβs more a guilty pleasure to give up control after everything heβs gone through.
β‘ What throws him off the most is how gentle you were, how attentive you were to him and his needs.
β‘ The type to be insanely vocal, but stutter over his words the moment you put your hands on him in any way shape or formβit just makes his brain shut off.
β‘ That cocky attitude he maintains? The show he puts on for the people around him? Yeah, not around you; like I said, the moment you have your hands on him, spare him a glance in that way? Heβs already collapsing, knees giving out from under him. Youβre his weakness and you know it.
β‘ Once heβs finally more comfortable, heβs whiny. Think puppy boy energy. With everyone else, heβs the cocky nonchalant attitude-filled man we all know and love. But with you? A whiny mess that would grasp at you with wide eyes and beg you to touch him.
β‘ A guilty pleasure of his, he loves having you on top of him. Like.. all the time. I feel itβs as comforting as it is explicit. You? On top of him? With him relinquishing control to you? Ohh, heβll be a MESS.
βββ β. π Λ WITH A HARD DOM.
β‘ Weβve established how Dante isnβt used to relationships in general, especially with a partner that takes the upper hand, but a HARD DOM? Oh heβs done for.
β‘ Nervous wreck? Take that and scratch itβheβd be a complete MESS. Giving up control like that? To someone whoβs on the meaner side? More strict?? (Heβd secretly love it).
β‘ Again, the type of guy to act like heβs in chargeβbut the moment he turns to look at you, noting how you snicker at the false confidence, he meltsβespecially if you speak up and tell him to quit acting/lying. Itβd be embarrassing for him but heβd adore it (not that heβd say that).
β‘ The attitude snaps off immediately, he knows damn well not to act up around you. He melts easily, giving up that tone and just submitting at any sharp tone or that look. No cockiness from him when heβs around you, heβs a complete wreck.
β‘ Heβs in shock when youβre as rough as you areβmore strict, more demanding in a senseβand it throws him off so badly. It takes him a while to adjust to it; not that he doesnβt like it, but he just doesnβt know how to respond or act at first.
β‘ Puppy-boy energy, once again. Whiny, the type to drop to his knees and beg if denied what he wants. If youβre strict, heβll beg and beg. If youβre not? He still will, regardless. He wants your hands all over him. He wants you on top of him, making him cry for you.
β‘ Another guilty pleasure, he enjoys a bit of degradation and impact play. Heβll probably look at you with tear-filled eyes and ask you to smack him.
βββ β. π Λ GENERAL NSFW.
β‘ Incredibly vocal, will whine and grasp at your hand and beg you to touch him. If you donβt, heβll guide your hand down and keep crying for you to do somethingβANYTHING.
β‘ Being with someone more dominant than him for a change was different, but he gets off to it more than youβd think. The moment your handβs on him? Give it not even a minute and heβs already cumming, hand grasping around your wrist as he whines through his teeth, thanking you for letting him finish.
β‘ Praisingβespecially mixed in with degrading phrasesβmakes him writhe. He adores being told heβs doing a good job. He wants to be good for you.
β‘ He will WORSHIP the ground you walk on, and does everything he is told without question. Pleasure himself in front of you? Heβll do it. Let you edge him? Heβll do it. Get on his knees and practically whimper at your feet? He. Will. Do. Itβand if you ask or demand he touch you or pleasure you in any form? Heβll be moaning the whole way through it. He treats serving you like some divine task he needs to complete.
β‘ A secret kink for him (at least from what I think) he likes the thought of being owned in some way. If you collar him, or ask him to wear one, he will NEVER take it off. Add a leash and his knees are already buckling. Tug on it and heβll follow like a puppy dog.
CW: Smut, smokin' that reefer/that ish/the devil's lettuce, well more like post smoke-sesh, oral m receiving, praise, some degredation, language, pnv,
Basically: Ben and you get high and you guys have sex ig
Word count? like, 1.5k
A/n: Dunno, think this is mid. Was sleep deprived when I wrote this and still am hashtag sorry. Also I don't know what's up with my formatting mb! Title taken from the song by ssb
The scent of weed is thick in the air, permeating clothing and sticking to hair. Swirls of it can be seen in the stream of sunlight that spills through the gap in the curtains of your apartment's living room. The tv plays some show you put on earlier, providing some light background noise.
You don't let Ben smoke you up often which is a damn tragedy in his eyes but oh, when you do it's a real fuckin' treat. It doesn't take much to get your head all fuzzy and brain mushy. You sometimes have a fit of giggles but for the most part you get lovey and sweet on him. Like the weed that clouds your mind triggers need within you.
Ben feels his stomach muscles clench when your head lowers and pulls up with a suction that makes his hips twitch.
"Fuck." His hand goes to your head, stroking your hair once before settling, fingers twitching before threading loosely in your hair. His eyes are fixated on the way you take him half-way at a syrup slow pace. He doesn't mind the almost lazy manner in which you blow him. Finds it to be sweet, really. He savors it. High, you take your time, sucking and licking with a weed-fogged focus, all of your thoughts and attention on him. Normally he'd happily let you continue until he finishes or your jaw gets too sore but right now he's craving to have you close. Wants to hear all those pretty little sounds you make.
Ben's fingers tighten in your hair before relaxing and withdrawing. "Up baby," he says.
It takes a few seconds for the words to register but you pull up and off, strands of saliva snapping and hitting your chin, mouth reddened and slick and pouty, staring up at him from your spot on the floor with those hooded disappointed eyes.
Ben smirks. "Messy fuckin' girl, hm? C'mon, get up here." He doesn't wait, leaning forward to slide his hands under your armpits to pull you up to your feet and onto his lap. He pulls you in for a kiss that's slow but no less hungry. His tongue slips into your mouth to brush and tangle with yours, tasting himself faintly. The drool on your chin dampens his beard. Large hands slip from your waist to travel to your ass, squeezing firmly in appreciation. He groans at your whimper.
Ben pulls away, gaze sweeping over your appearance; hair mussed from his fingers, eyes glassy and heavy-lidded from smoke and desire. God, you are a sight.
Now, the couch isn't where he prefers to do things because yours is a little small but he ain't picky. He'd do you on the fuckin' bathroom floor if that's what you wanted. Ben shifts you off his lap and manages to kneel on the couch, one hand coming up to guide you onto your back. Your head meets the flat throw pillow and he wastes no time hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and underwear. The damp dark patch along your center doesn't go unnoticed. He tugs them down and tosses them to the floor.
"Pretty pussy jus' cryin' for me, huh?"
That pulls a small laugh from you and he feels his mouth quirk in return. His thumb swipes through your folds and up to press against your clit with light pressure, pad drawing a few slow circles that has your mouth parting on a sharp inhale. Ben brings his thumb to his mouth, tongue darting out to collect the dampness. Christ, just a taste has him eager for more. More of your taste, more of your scent, just more of you. However, all your slow head that he was content to savor prior has impatience simmering at the base of his spine. With a minor adjustment he shifts a little closer, taps his head against your clit, watching the way your hips jerk up at the contact.
Ben hums lowly in approval. He lines himself up. "Gonna be a big stretch sweetheart," he says. You nod, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth. Usually he'd stretch you out a little. He's a big man. But you can take it. Have before and that's when he was rough, pent up and needing an outlet.
Ben presses his hips forward, grunting at the heat that greets the tip of him. He sinks in further, slow but not torturously. A little over the half-way point Ben nearly shudders, has to lean down to tuck his face in the crook of your neck to ground himself with your scent because what was previously impatience has twisted into something tight under his navel. His mouth opens, hot breath painting the side of your neck as his eyes shut tightly. His hips move of their own accord, snapping that little bit forward to finish the connection, ears picking up on the gasp-like moan you make. Your velvet walls clench around his cock and he can feel himself fucking twitch at the sensation.
Jesus, you're too tight, too hot around him. A quiet, borderline inaudible moan crawls up from his throat and out of his mouth unbidden. Shit, he is not gonna blow his load so soon. Can't. He's not some teenager. Just needs a moment to reel himself in. Get it to-fucking-gether.
Ben swallows before he puts his mouth to work, sucking a mark onto the side of your throat. He then drags his tongue in a slow wet trail all the way up to your ear. "You good, baby?" He asks like he can't feel the way your hips give little tilts and attempts a circle. Stalling just another moment.
"Mhm," you reply, part whine part hum. Ben pulls back, looming over you, one hand going to the armrest just above your head for support while the other tugs up your top to reveal your chest, fabric bunching below your collarbone. He paws at your left breast, giving it a light squeeze before pinching the nipple a little harshly when you rock your hips weakly.
"Y'just can't wait, can you? Impatient little whore," he rasps, ignoring his own earlier impatience. That tightness below his navel's still present but it has lessened. Thank fuck. His hand leaves your breast to grab at your bunched up top, using it as a makeshift handle of sorts.
Ben gets to work, hips pulling back, cock nearly withdrawing before he's sinking back in. Starts off with a few slow thrusts just to get you warmed up but adopts an unexpected, intense rhythm that quickly has those little whines and whimpers tumbling from your mouth. Has anyone ever looked as good as you do like this? He doesn't think so. Hair splayed over that flat throw pillow and the cushion beneath you, flushed and mouth open, brows knit and drawn up with glassy eyes so low he knows you're struggling to keep them open.
He watches as your head lifts from the pillow to cast a glance down at the way he's pounding into you. He's a little transfixed with the sight himself, groaning at the creamy ring starting to form at the base of his cock.
"Fuck." Ben hisses. "Look at you, creamin' my cock already." He can feel that taut tug low in his stomach. It's okay, he can tell you're close too. "Wanted this the moment you asked me to get you high earlier, didn't you? Needed to empty that pretty little head and get fucked, huh?"
"Y-yes!" Comes out breathless and choked out. It's hard to speak when he's rearranging your guts. Soon, all that can leave your lips are pants, throaty moans and his name sprinkled in as an erratic litany. The way your cunt squeezes him is divine, urging that coil in his gut to snap. His rhythm falters slightly but he pushes on, hand releasing your shirt to run flat down the center of your chest, stomach and lower, thumb finding your clit and rubbing with perfectly memorised pressure. You curse, the sound high and cute.
"That's my girl, come on baby."
Ben watches the way your sweet face screws up in euphoria, a cry breaking free as you gush and pulse around his cock, shuddering beneath him. He moans lowly.
"Sweet girl. Perfect goddamn pussy shitβ" Ben's thrusts are shallow, chest heaving and skin dampened with sweat. One, two, three, four thrusts and he's spilling thickly within you, coming with a groan that draws into a growl. He revels in the way your form jerks and twitches with aftershocks as he rides out his release, your glow teetering on overstimulation, glassy eyes blinking back tears.
"Poor baby," Ben coos mockingly, reaching up to grab your chin and tilt your face up, thumb tapping your bottom lip. Ben smirks before leaning down to capture your lips in a lazy kiss that's all slow tongues and pleased hums.
When he pulls back he gives your cheek a gentle pat. "Alright, baby. We still got another blunt waiting."
Soldier Boy very much falls into the can't be fixed category. He's done a lot of bad shit. Like beating on a young gunpowder and gunpowder insisted years later it was just hazing that went too far. Or ruining black noir's chance to be in beverly hills cop and then beating him after he was confronted about it. And hitting on grace in front of crimson countess who was his girlfriend, then trying a second time. His team hated him and were afraid of him. Maybe gunpowder didn't completely hate ben, he was the only one who wouldn't go through with the plan, I think. More than likely though gp didn't think it'd work and he was too afraid of him. Not to mention the shit soldier boy did to mm's family.
Getting betrayed by his team and then taken to be experimented on and frozen was probably the best thing to happen to him. During his pursuit of revenge he had to at least examine some of his behavior and actions when it comes to payback to try and understand why they did what they did.
To an extent, I kinda believe in the "I'm not a bad guy" quote in the sense that I don't think he meant to explode and kill those people, I think he was lost and overwhelmed and of course traumatized but... what about all of those news articles mm saved? What about those people, are they included too? Does he feel guilty for them as well? I'd like to think so but then I remember he was totally ready to take out ryan who is just a kid. Homelander's kid, yeah, but a kid.
Yeah... he's a bad guy. I don't think there's any real fixing him, not entirely and not without a fuck ton of time and patience, but fuck it. If he can't be fixed he can learn to be a little less monstrous, less destructive.
Sorry for the rant, I just wanna know what ben trying to be better would look like.
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