Creepypasta One-Shots

Ben Drowned

Requested by LOLZ4sure

Ben tends to mess with a player known as Y/n. How? Simple, he just crawls out of the screen to scare them... but it ends up with him getting smacked in the nose with their fists every bloody time. So, he thought to teach them a lesson. However, this went south really quickly.

Ben appeared on Y/n's screen, however they were not there. They were doing something else in their room it would seem. So, he began to crawl out of the screen, slowly to not startle them. Just as his shoes hit the ground, he stalked closer to them, planning to spook them from behind before they grabbed his wrist and yanked him in front of them.

"You never learn, do you?" Y/n asked.

Ben just stood there, surprised that Y/n had the audacity to grab him and hold him in place. His expression then turned somewhat defiant, maybe a little smug with that shit eating smirk on his lips.

"And what are you going to do about it?" he challenged, completely unaware of what he just asked for.

The next thing Ben knew, his arms were tied behind his back and he was bent over a table. Y/n was behind him, holding his hips before leaning down which made his back and their chest press together.

"Relax," Y/n whispered, "Don't worry about anything else."

A single nip at Ben's ear, making him shudder slightly, and possibly making his cheeks flush a color of pink. Just then, Y/n began to press the tip of a ten inch strap to his asshole.

"You cannot be doing this to me right now," Ben protested, literally unable to do anything.

"I said to relax," Y/n said as their fingers tangled in Ben's hair, gently pulling on it as they were beginning to push the tip in, making him let out this embarrassing squeak. It was clear that he was not relaxed.

Y/n paused when the tip was only like maybe one fourth of the way inside Ben. "Just... think about your favorite video game? I don't fucking know," they said.

Ben, still bound and having his hair lightly pulled, just remained still before he inhaled deeply before exhaling, which caused him to relax as he thought about video games. Just as he relaxed, Y/n finally pushed the rest of the strap in. A moan escaped Ben as his eyes slightly rolled up and his body trembled.

Y/n smirked at Ben's almost pathetic state. "I haven't even started and you're already trembling beneath me," they cooed, almost just almost condescendingly. "Cute. Real cute."

They let go of his hair to grab his hips instead, pulling their hips back to roll them forward again. As he gasped, they simply did the same action. "Maybe, if you had listened and stopped trying to fucking scare me, this wouldn't have happened," they simply said.

"I-I'm sorry," Ben stuttered, "Keep going?"

Y/n then just stopped completely, making him whine which made them smirk. "Hmm... But you were such a naughty, naughty boy," they said. "Beg for me to continue, give me a good reason as to why I should continue."

Ben just began to shake again. An actual whimper escaped his throat, he sounded and looked pathetic at the moment. "Please, just continue. Please, I promise I'll stop trying to scare you," he begged, his voice somewhat shaky.

Y/n let out a "hmph" before they rolled their hips again. "Good boy," they whispered.

Some say that to this day, Ben still visits Y/n just for this reason.