Creepypasta Lemons

Jeff The Killer X Female Reader- Killer in the House

Your POV

I sat alone in my quiet house listening to the pitter patter of raindrops on my roof over the sound of me typing away at my computer. I was typing like a mad woman, why it sounded like I was abusing that poor computer. However, the computer has little matter when my assignment is everything. I sat back in my black leather desk chair, my shoulders sticking to the back of it since I was wearing a (F/C) tank top. The silence though was agonizing, I couldn't focus on the task at hand. I stood up from my uncomfortable prison of a chair and walked to my Bluetooth speaker setting my phone up to play a random list of music that was randomly generated by YouTube for me.

After about thirty more minutes I finally finished my assignment, I smiled happily as I pressed submit. When I was sure that it was sent, I victoriously spun around in my chair. That was until the room went dark because the power went out. "Damn it, ugh good thing it sent." I looked out the window noticing the street lights on. I check the time, and it was eleven fifty-six at night. That clearly meant my power wasn't shut off, and if the street lights are on then it's not a normal power outage.

Aggravatedly I grabbed the nearest flashlight and went to go check the break figuring it blew a fuse, but when I got into the laundry room where it was located, I noticed all the switches had been deliberately flipped. Panic set in, but I refused to let it show. I slowly made my way to the kitchen only to discover my knives were missing from the block. Whoever this was, I knew they were smart. I grabbed a spray bottle of mean green which I use to clean my counters.

I walked around to my bedroom where I saw a man under my bed. "I'm not stupid come out." I rolled my eyes putting the cleaner down and grabbing the bat I kept in my room. "That's not going to hurt me darling." I heard a raspy voice laugh. As he crawls out from under the bed, I immediately recognized him. My eyes were wide, which I guess he saw. "I see you recognize me (Y/N)" He laughed a bit. "Oh, cut the bullshit Jeffery." I rolled my eyes.

He glared and crosses his arms. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?" He playfully pouts. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop acting like you're going to kill me?" I walked over to the pale skinned, dark haired, and blue-eyed man with the sick and twisted Joker smile. "But it's so much fun to watch you walk around the house like that." He smirked uncrossing his arms and putting a finger beneath my chin. "What do you want this time?" I asked pulling my face away from him.

"You're no fun at all." He pouted; I simply rolled my (E/C) eyes. "Last time you were here you wanted information on that one guy uh Tommy, Trent?" I asked questioningly and he got slightly angry at the mention of the guy. "Tony." He corrected in a cold voice. "Ah right, when I found him, he was living alone on parole still with the burn marks and getting into a few domestics. I heard he was found in the park, and in the lake. Dismemberment is not your calling card." I looked at my nails. "Exactly, I want to know who did it." Jeff looked into my eyes. "And I want a phone call or something from you every once in a while, to know you're not using me."

We exchanged a silent moment of cold glances when he started to walk up to me. "What are you gonna kill me?" I asked crossing my arms. "You talk too much." He rolled his eyes, then stuck a finger under my chin and wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me close to him. "(Y/N) you know I'd never use you babe" He whispers seductively. "Jeff I'm not playing your game." I stood my ground and he simply chuckled kissing me.

The way he kissed me; it was intoxicating. He pushed me to the wall moving the arm on my waist. He used his hands from that arm to pin me to the cold white wall. He never usually did this. No with him it'd be a make out session on the bed, a little foreplay, then some gentle love making, and then he'd usually get the information he wanted from me then. This time though his kiss, his actions of pinning me to the wall, and even the way he was breathing was different.