Blood Sucker ~ Ben (Apex, 2026) x Reader
Being hunted by a cannibalistic serial killer is not how you expected to spend your weekend get away, yet here you are. He stood up for you when you being harassed at the gas station… He gave you directions to the best kayaking spot… He offered food, water, and gear when you had yours stolen… You could’ve even sworn the two of you were flirting just a day ago… And yet, here you are.
The chase had been going on for hours. Every time it seemed you had lost him, he would sneak up on you with his crossbow. Or you would find him relaxing and having fun whilst he waited for you to try to outsmart him. This was a game to him; he’s clearly experienced.
Sometimes you would come across new area you hadn’t seen before, then every other moment felt like running circles back to the checkpoint from three checkpoints ago. You had endured an egregious amount of stumbles, trips, falls, head whiplashes; the whole package.
Just now, you’ve come into a small clearing where the grass was pretty dead. Maybe camp fires? Maybe Ben’s camp fires? He’s been here too often, or lured people here too often. You need to leave this spot immediately.
It wasn’t until this very moment that an epiphany hit you like an arrow — all of those missing posters at the rangers station. All of those disappearances. Who better than a cannibal to commit such atrocities?
An arrow struck the tree right next to your ear, nicking it. There was no time to process the blood trickling down your jaw when you flung yourself tumbling down a hill, rocks and logs battering you the whole way down. As silly as you may have looked, this was probably the quickest decent you could’ve managed.
Finally, as you came to stop at the edge of the river bank, one last slam into the sand is what caused you to black out. Maybe minutes passed, maybe seconds. You awoke to the sound of Ben rushing towards you, gracefully treading down the hill, a complete juxtaposition to would you experienced.
You heavily rolled yourself onto your back, immediately regretting it as the sun blinded you from behind drying leaves. You groaned defeatedly as he dropped to his knees beside you, placing the crossbow behind him. He knelt over you, hands pressed into the sand either side of your head, face grinning down at you victoriously. “Did it hurt?”
After a few seconds, all you could manage to respond with was a cough and a, “Huh?”
“When you fell down that hill?” He laughed in your face.
That tumble knocked all of the wind and adrenaline out of your system. Your body no longer recognised that you had been caught by your inevitable death, and your brain wasn’t willing enough to figure out a plan of escape. Tears filled your eyes as you accepted defeat, lip quivering, whimpers to be hurt. “Please. Please, I’ll do anything. Let me go, just let me go, just let me go! I won’t tell anyone, I promise, just let me go!” You pleaded in vain, being forced to watch him straddle your torso as he relaxed on his knees.
His rough hands gently cradled your bruised cheeks, lifting your head. “It’s okay, shhh, it’s okay.” he whispered continuously, a softer expression taking over. Your hands weakly reached up to grab his wrists, not really caring to pry his hands away. His thumbs swiped across your cheeks, seemingly playing with tears.
“You’re so precious, you know. Like a little baby taking its first step and its first fall. I could almost eat you up.” He flashed his smile, sending shivers across your body as you remember the shark teeth lying beneath those dentures. The caressing of his finger tips was almost putting you back into unconsciousness, your burning eyes feeling droopy.
“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me now! That would be cheating.” He released your face, letting your head hit the sand bank again, a wave of pressure flowing over your brain lobes. He grabbed your right wrist and brought it closer to his face for inspection; they had both been heavily cut and scratched up during the entirely of the chase. Ben flicked his tongue out to moisten his lips as he turned your wrist this way and that. “We need to get you cleaned up…”
Before you knew it, your fingers were entering his warm, wet mouth. He was sucking the blood from your injuries, letting out small moans of pleasure. Every time he let his tongue un-attach from your skin, he guided your fingers to graze his fake teeth, putting pressure against his real teeth. Then it straight back to lathering his tongue across your index and middle finger.
It was only when he decided to swap from your middle and index finger to your middle and ring fingers that you awoke from an almost hypnotised state. He was ever so slightly rocking his hips back and forth, grinding your lower back into the ground further. Your legs trembled, but no longer out of fear. More like out of anticipation. He was getting way too into this, and apparently, so were you.
Your fingers twitched to life inside his mouth; your fingertips drawing tiny circles against the back of his tongue. He gagged for a moment, then started to like it. He became messier, sloppier about it. His mouth was not longer suctioned to your fingers, but instead lapping at them like a hungry mutt. Your entire hand was covered in desperate saliva. With every lick, small amounts of bright blood seeped their way back to the surface of your skin.
In an instant, he let your hand drop involuntarily across your ribs as his own hands planted either side of your head again. His face was closer than earlier, breath more metallic smelling. He glared longingly at your soft lips. “May I?” It was a genuine. It took a moment for you to actually process it, but eventually, you gave a nod.
His thick hands supported your hand and neck upwards as his lips descended against yours — well, one lip of yours. You felt his tongue flicking over and over one particular spot that caused tiny tinges of spicy pain. You had a wound on your lip and he was fully draining the blood out of that spot. It satisfied your earlier thirst for him, having his lips move against yours in such a ferocious format.
It seems pretty safe to say you guys were flirting at some point throughout your initial acquaintance.
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