your boyfriend of 3 years is possessed by a sex-obsessed demon, aka an incubus.
suguru was never super sexual; of course, the both of you had sex a good amount, but it wasn’t obnoxious. things started getting weird a few months ago.
at first it started as dreams, suguru prying your legs open. licking stripes up and down your wet slit, your taste gathering on his tongue.
in the dreams you could never see his face, only his long hair beautifully hiding his face, taking your hand, putting it in his hair, wanting to move it to see his face, but something was stopping you.
but that didn’t strike you as weird; the night fucking did.
you’ll be sleeping nicely, and then you would hear the floor creak and suguru softly pull the comforter from over you, making you shift and wake up.
“i want you… right now.”
the light illuminates his face, his eyes almost light in a glow, and you’re too sleepy to ask questions, so you pull him down in between your legs, putting the comforter over the both of you.
you softly kiss his cheek, adjusting yourself while he strokes himself over your soaking pussy.
“are you okay?”
your voice is soft while you look up at him, not really grasping what’s going on, just thinking your boyfriend is horny late at night.
suguru doesn’t reply and instead slides himself inside of you slowly with a low groan, putting his face in the crook of your neck so he can smell everything.
he drives deeper when he hears you gasp, clawing his back while he gets faster; it felt so different but amazing, like he was bringing your soul out inch by inch while keeping you grounded in your body.
This was only the tip of the iceberg.
it became routine at this point: no sex in the morning, afternoon, or start of the night, and instead right at twelve when the moon would be shining through the curtains. he’ll put you in different positions and drive you to the point where you feel like your body is holding onto this intensity and cum right inside of you while he breathes you in.
nothing is suspicious to you because he acts like regular suguru during the day: loving, funny, and everything under the sun.
there’s no complaining when he wakes you up now; your body has grown to love it because he’s marked you.
the first time the incubus took over his body and saw that beautiful face of yours, he knew he couldn’t let you go, and so he marked you. putting his hand over your abdomen, talking to it while you slept right before waking you up.
a glowing mark now marked on you for only him to see, knowing you’re his.
when he’s fucking you and you’re letting out orgasm after orgasm, making a mess all over his dick while tears pour out, you’re giving him little bits of your soul every time.
when it's too good, almost like you’re floating, you’ll get nosebleeds, clutching onto him like a lifeline while you squeeze around his dick, making sure he pumps you full with cum.
his eyes glowing when the both of you cum at the same time, watching how your mark lights up, connecting to him.
he didn’t want to let you slip in the grasps of suguru anymore because you’re his now.
how it feels having the deep seated belief that you're inherently unlovable and insufferable so every friendship you make is just a matter of time until they get tired of you and leave
☁︎ Summary: Ben's not good at comfort, but he doesn't make you feel bad about your period, which is...something.
☁︎ Warnings: suggestive, gross, a bit misogynistic (it's Ben, all par of the package), tiny bit of fluff and comfort
☁︎ Word Count: 400
☁︎ Rating: Mature/15+
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Ben's not exactly a comforting kinda guy but he can tell when his girl's going through the wringer.
Sometimes it's better to just leave you alone, he's not good at saying reassuring shit so he just leaves you to it but when you haven't come out or made any kind of noise for hours, he gets a little worried. Not that he'd admit it.
He comes in and sees you half out of bed, well, the blankets are off at least.
He huffs, striding over and hoisting you up to his arms.
"C'mon doll, have'ta get ya fed"
And he'll reheat some leftovers, and maybe, it's rare but it does happen, he might cook you something. It's simple, because it's not his fucking job to be in the kitchen, but he's man enough to put something real simple together when you're too fucked up to move.
If you're really having a bad day, he'll pat his hand on your back, sitting beside you and rubbing over your shirt soothingly while you eat.
And if you snap at him? He chuckles.
"'s cute, ya think you can take me, let's see how ya feel when you're not all hormonal and shit"
If you keep pushing, he's not above manhandling you back to bed, sometimes just pressing you against a wall and talking down to you a little, nothing more than what you already like most other days, but enough that he keeps it behind closed doors. Mostly.
He doesn't give a damn if you're "too tired" or "too sore" either.
"You were sore last week, didn't stop either of us"
If you wake up to a mess and you start panicking, thinking it'll stain or Ben will think you're disgusting, he'll prove you wrong, and just be more disgusting himself.
"Don't care, Pretty thing" He'd murmur, barely awake "Y'know how much blood I've seen? How much I've gotten under my fuckin' boots? Y'know that, y'clean 'em" He'd chuckle, motherfucker.
"Come back here"
He'd drag you back into bed, shimming over to the spot, not giving a damn if you had cleaned yourself up or not. He'd tuck you against his chest, eyes only briefly having opened to see the mess, now comfortably closed.
variant mark who’d just destroyed your city, your life, killed the few people you held dear. yet he has the audacity to look at you with his soft, innocent eyes and smile—“don’t look at the city,” he paused and takes your hand into his own—“just.. look at me. you’re safe now, for as long as you’re with me, nothing can ever hurt you again.”
that wasn’t a choice, you’re with him now whether or not you’re dating main mark.
“ ℐ am gross and perverted. ℐ'm obsessed and deranged.
ℐ have existed for years, but very little has changed.
❝ PREMISE: It's the late 50s in New York city, and there's no limit Ben hasn't crossed yet. He's murdered, mocked and disrupted whoever he pleased, whatever space he walked in and deemed as sparkless. Now, after finding you, such a rare specimen product of V1, of course he isn't about to hesitate when he has the chance to take you somewhere he can take proper care of your situation. And to satisfy his curiosity.
He doesn't care that your teeth are sharp enough to pierce through his skin, or that you thrash and yank away from him every time he tries to touch you, isolated and starved somewhere underneath the Vought tower where he doesn't have to share you with anyone else. You're definitely worth the risk. ❞
ℐ'm the tool of the Government and industry too.
Don't go for help, no one will heed you. 𝒴our mind is totally controlled. It has been stuffed into my mold. ”
CW: +18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. dead dove, do not eat. blood, body horror, power imbalance, kidnapping, cannibalism, physical violence against reader, physical violence in response against soldier boy, surgical themes, typical canon violence, mild attachment in response to emotional trauma. ben has the basic academic formation to perform surgical interventions. reader is kidnapped and kept against her will. (to be added)
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