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just-a-creep-babe · 5 years ago

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Fanboy (Jeff the Killer and BEN Drowned)

Thank you @scrollypoly for commissioning this!! They’re always so fun to write I’m 🥺💕💘💖💗💞💓💗 Also you mentioned both characters and I just?? Couldn’t choose??? So I did smthg for both and I’m sorry if this is way too long shdjdjdjdkfkcjfhdjfidof

~Requests are closed~

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Jeff the Killer

Jeff clicks on the refresh button

Nothing

He clicks it again

Still nothing

With a sigh like a low groan, he checks the time at the bottom of the screen

10:04 pm

You‘re late

Your show should’ve started four whole minute ago

He runs his fingers through coarse black hair, brows furrowing

“What the fuck”

He‘s already hard, having worked himself up at the thought of seeing you again, but just to worsen the anticipation, you‘re making him wait

Refresh refresh refresh

10:09 pm

He scrolls down to the chat

At least he’s not the only one getting impatient

He can’t but scowl at the loads of messages popping up, each and every one of them absolutely reeking of horny entitlement

As if those creeps could ever stand a chance with someone like you

Not that he‘s any different, but at least he isn’t half as brain dead as most of them

By 10:11 pm, he thinks maybe something isn’t right

He convinces himself to wait six more minutes before he really can’t take it anymore

People in the chat are starting to leave

Others are getting upset

How badly he‘d love to drive his knife across their throats—slowly and painfully, to watch their measly lives flicker out before him

They don’t fucking deserve you

He snarls a curse under his breath

He doesn’t want to resort to this, but he very badly needs to see you

So he grabs his knife, comforted by the way his fingers curl around the hilt, and then he’s getting up and shoving out of his room

Up the basement stairs and then up another flight of stairs, he finally finds himself in front of an all-too familiar door, closed shut with nothing but a faint light glowing from the bottom

His knuckles rasp against tinted wood

“Put it in your pants, I need help with something”

It’s all the warning he provides before barging in

The blond, as per usual, is sitting at his desk, legs crossed on his chair with a controller between his button-mashing hands

He hardly offers a glance at his intruder and smirks

“Shouldn’t I be taking it out of my pants if you want help?”

Jeff has to hold himself back from smacking him upside the head

“I need you to find someone’s address and then bring me to it”

BEN snorts

“Why should I?”

The scarred man folds his arms over his chest, brows quirking expectantly

“Remember that favor you owe me?”

He watches, admittedly gloating in self-satisfaction, as the other’s face reddens and the smirk‘s wiped from his mouth

“You, uh, you have their username?”

A few minutes is all it takes to find you, but the first try to hack into your computer isn’t successful

BEN pops out of the internet with a shrug, explaining how he can’t access your pc and that it’s probably broken

So they go through your phone instead

You’re in a room with a familiar bed and backdrop, which Jeff recognizes immediately

What, or who, he doesn’t recognize is the guy you’re with—who looks to be around your age and caught up in some kind of argument with you

Whoever he is, he’s yelling furiously and gesturing at a shattered laptop off to the side

The sound is warped through the screen

He can’t make out the argument, but the fact that the bastard has the nerve to talk to you like that has Jeff’s blood boiling

“Welp, good luck with that”

A harsh smack on the back fused with a static jolt shoves him out the screen

The transition from virtual to material existence has his ears ringing and the world spinning around him as he shakily tries to pull himself up

But then his eyes lock onto the fucker that was harassing you

And he sees red

He charges at him, knocking him to the ground and with a satisfying whack of the back of his knife straight to his temple—the body goes limp

Rage and adrenaline pump through his system

But then he hears you gasp, and it stops him dead in his tracks

Slowly, he tilts his head, bringing his full attention towards you

You‘re beautiful on camera, but god, you‘re absolutely ethereal in person

He almost can’t believe how good fear looks on you

There’s a pause, predator staring down prey, and then you’re bolting

But you can’t even make it through the door before he catches you arm, spinning you to face him and slamming you into the wall

One hand has your wrists pinned above your head, the other holding the sharp blade to your neck

The warmth of your body squirming beneath him, the beat of your heart thrumming against his chest—it’s exhilarating

He’s done this millions of times before, but it’s different with you

And he’s already addicted

“P-please… please don’t hurt me”

Dark eyes roam over your features, taking you all in—and you shrink beneath his consuming gaze

“Mmh, don’t worry, Princess. I’m not gonna hurt you”

He presses the blade harder into you, continuing with a deep, naturally menacing hum

“Not if you don’t do anything stupid. After all, I‘d hate to ruin that pretty face of yours~”

He leans in closer, and his breath warm against your cheek

You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling his strong build nearly crushing your smaller one

He’s like a wall of muscle

It’s suffocating

“And I’d hate for you to lose the confidence to perform your little show anymore~”

The blood drains from your face at the mention of your show

He pushes the blade deeper into your throat and you feel his groin stir at the sound you make

Such a cute little whimper~

“Please”

Your voice is quiet and small and shaky

His chest rumbles with a deep, appreciative hum in response

All those times he watched you, dreaming of having you beneath him—and now here you are, so perfectly trapped and already begging

You’re his

No one else could ever have you

“Don’t worry, Princess, I‘ll treat you right. I won’t let any fucking creep push you around or perv on you anymore. You’re all mine now, princess~”

BEN Drowned

You’re completely unaware of how he watches you behind the screen

You take a seat on your bed, adjusting the camera, and then with the few presses of a button, you’re going live

Almost as soon as you do, Th1cc-M4st3r-Sw0rd-B01 immediately donates with the request of a private show

You chuckle, promising to come back later to the other viewers, and accept the invite to a private server

“Hey Benny Boo~”

You give him a teasing wink as his camera connects

He’s in his usual setup

His room is so dim you can hardly see anything, as per usual

All that’s visible is the lower portion of his face, revealing his mouth and cut jawline, along with his torso

He’s man-spreading on his chair, which also grants you a good view of the bulge in his pants at the bottom of the screen

“Hey, baby~”

He’s wearing his signature smirk, one arm thrown over the top of his chair, leaning back comfortably

“You have a good day at work?”

He tilts his head to the side playfully, and there’s something secretive in his amused grin, like he knows something you don’t

You pout

“It was boring, like usual. I just wanted to get home so I could finally have some fun~”

His teeth sink into his lip as you trace a finger between your breasts, and he hums appreciatively

“You know, you don’t have to work, (y/n). I already told you I could easily provide for you”

“Ha. And then what would I be doing all day long instead?”

He leans in, pearly whites gleaming through a shit-eating grin

“You’d entertain me~”

You roll your eyes and shake your head

“I doubt even you wouldn’t get bored of that. Besides, I don’t want the entire source of my income to rely on one stranger from the internet”

His lips part in feigned shock

“Oh? So I’m a stranger now?”

You cross your arms over you chest

Always with the games

“I’ve never even seen your face, of course you’re a stranger”

He lies back in his chair, contemplating

“Hm... I’ll show you my face if you give me your number~”

You run your fingers through your hair

It wasn’t the first time he’d asked for this kinda stuff—a connection to your private life, and while his offers were admittedly tempting, you weren’t sure you could trust him

There was just something strange and mysterious about him, despite his charms, and it unnerved you sometimes

“How am I supposed to trust you?”

He groans

“C’mon, babe. What do I have to hide? Why would I possibly betray you?”

You shrug, trying to keep things playful

“Dunno. Maybe that’s how you make all your money, by blackmailing camgirls and poor saps who just don’t know any better”

He gasps through the grin dancing on his lips

“You wound me, baby~ Is it really that hard to have faith in little old me?”

You shake your head again, but can’t help laughing

Suggestively biting your lip is all it takes to have him stirring in his seat again

His tongue swipes out at his own bottom lip and you can tell he’s craving the taste of yours

“Maybe if you showed me your face, I’d consider trusting you in the long run...”

You tilt your head, toying with the lace of your lingerie

“Mmh, maybe another day”

His voice is husky

You can feel his eyes, even despite the shadows draping over them, roam up and down your body, taking in every inch of you, mapping you out by sight alone

So you slowly work yourself up, teasing at your sides, your collarbone, then down over your chest and back between your breasts

“What else would it take for that number?” he murmurs, one hand palming himself through his pants, matching your slow, borderline torturous pace

“Why do you want it so bad?” you retort, voice a breathy hum

“Because I wanna see you more often, (y/n). And if you really can’t trust me, I wanna be able to work something out”

You thumb over your nipples, grinding your hips down onto nothing, trying to keep an innocent expression like you aren’t about to touch yourself and get him off to it

“Like what?”

“Meet up with me. We’ve known each other long enough, haven’t we?”

You know you shouldn’t agree

But maybe it‘s because you’re tense and horny, and you really are attracted to him, and you haven’t been getting nearly enough action recently

Or maybe you’re just sick of routine and want to try something different, something daring

Whatever it is, in a split-second decision, you find yourself agreeing

His face lights up with a grin

“Perfect~”

You spend the rest of the private show making arrangements to meet—in a public place, of course, before his time begins to near its end

“I’ll be seeing you there, babe~” he hums

His smirk never once falters

“Wait, I still don’t know what you look like”

He chuckles

“Don’t worry, you’ll know it’s me”

He reaches for his mouse, but his hand hovers over it for a second

“Don’t stand me up and you’ll have nothing to worry about~”

Then with a final click, he’s disconnected and you’re left facing a blank screen

A shiver crawls up your spine

You close the tab and get up off your bed

You need a shower

You’ll deal with your other viewers later

As you ready a change of clothes, BEN continues to watch you, reveling in your blissful ignorance of his prying eyes

He didn’t need your number and he didn’t need you to meet up with him

He could whisk you away at any whim and you’d be powerless to stop him

But he enjoyed this little game he played with you, and he’d promised himself he’d try to ease you into things before claiming you

Meeting up would grant him the perfect opportunity to gauge what you’d be like when he finally took you

But one way or another, you’d be ending up in his arms

You were already as good as his~

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