Creepypasta Lemons

BEN x Reader

You sat in your room holding a box of tissues and your computer, which was moaning in your headphones. Your nose was bleeding relentlessly and you were damn close to bleeding out, yet, you couldn't tear your eyes away from the screen.

This started out as a dare, but now you couldn't look away. No matter how disturbing this role-play was, it was one with a daddy kink. Dear god. Who would ever do this on camera? You felt unclean just by association with the video. You looked to the other side of your room, where your mom had put some items in. Including holy water from your little siblings' baptisms since she ran out of room in her house.

You reminded yourself to wash your eyes with that, after you were done. You clicked into other video, you had read this stuff, but watching was a different experience. You glanced at the scrap pale beside you. It was just a mini garbage can, but it was filled to the brim with blood stained tissues.

Yeah, you were a pervert. So? You're reading this. You can't deny the nagging of your conscience, deal with it.

You type more commands into your computer, pausing the video as you got up. You pulled the blanket off of your shoulders. Stretching your muscles as you reached above your head to get the kinks out of your arms and legs.

You wondered what other kinks you could- You almost slap yourself, no bad! You look back to the computer, longingly. Guys do it, girls too. So, it couldn't be that bad. Everyone has a dirty little secret. No one is perfectly pure in this world anymore.

Innocents were unicorns in this reality. Sitting at the end of the rainbow.

You shook your head free of the gutter, whatever you would do. It would be after a snack. You skipped to the kitchen of your apartment. You looked to your unused stove, you really needed to improve on your cooking. That thing was wasting away or corroding, whatever the fuck that stainless steel does.

You let out a sigh and pull out yet another packet of ramen. Cup o' noodles, you read. Bull shit. It was wiring with a fleshy case and nuclear vegetables. You actually used to like these, a lot too. Until you ran out of cereal last week and had to eat these for every meal.

Until you could get to the store that is.

You curse as it beeps. "Instant noodles my ass. It's Barbie hair." You quickly took the steaming container of college in a cup. You ate it ravenously, you were starving. You could curse it later.

You truly were a college kid, you had been infected by RWD.

Ramen Withdrawal Disorder, you were addicted. Loving it and hating it with your whole heart, and stomach.

You finished it and threw the cup away and wiped your mouth with a napkin, a plus was that you couldn't even remember the last time you had to dishes was.

You grabbed a water bottle and slink back to your room, shame kicking in. Why did college make you such a poor bastard? You open your door and closed it quickly, not letting the heat of your room escape.

You crawled back under your warm covers, snuggling against them you reopened your laptop. You unpaused the video, but lost interest quickly. She was so whiny, you had already seen this one anyway. You looked under most popular and almost passed out there and then. Quickly grabbing the slide bar you moved to the bottom of page, clutching a tissue and your nose.

Crimson blossomed underneath your nose, dripping down your neck as your head laid almost horizontally, limp against the back board of the bed. What the hell was that? It was a whip, but that position wasn't natural.