Jeff the killer x reader oneshots (aka feeding my inner 13 year old)

SMUT - shower spice

SMUT FIC - MINORS DNI - both 'characters' used in fic are 20+!

and once again, Thomas Doherty is Jeff's face claim...if you're on my blog you know why (HARRY HOOK AND JEFF ARE THE SAME PERSON GODDAM-)

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Inspired by all those 'classic' jtk x reader stories from back in the day

-backstory; Jeff had been stalking you and planning to kill you, but you captured his attention in such a way that he kidnapped you instead. You've been on the run with him for months now, moving from abandoned cabin to hotel every week. You've had many opportunities to just-run, but-something keeps you there. Maybe it's the thrill of it all, maybe it's the way he looks at you; as if you're the most precious thing he's ever seen. Maybe you had fallen victim to Stockholm syndrome, you didn't know, but Jeff was getting very curious about your various habits-

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"Finally" you muttered, stumbling into the pristine hotel room. you dropped your bag on the floor near the door and flopped onto the plush bed. After weeks of living on the floor of an abandoned mental hospital, Jeff had finally gotten a few credit cards to pay for a nice hotel room for the next week. "oh sweet mattress, how I've missed thee" you purred, petting the duvet dramatically as Jeff shuffled into the room, quickly closing the door behind him and locking it. Taking a deep breath as he looked around.

He nodded once, then got to work; looking for any hidden cameras that could rat him out or spy on you. You sat up, watching as he did the usual hotel routine. You had been on the run with Jeff for...what seven months now? You had been kidnapped from your, objectively, boring life for over half a year now...Time sure does fly. Jeff then turned, satisfied as he found no hidden cameras, and walked over to you, his callused hands grabbing your exposed arms and pulling you up; not as gently as you would've liked, and checked the bed. Because like hell would he be dealing with bed bugs.

When he found none, he nodded once and pushed past you to check the bathroom. He had been like this since you 'joined' him in this little...thing he was doing. Every place you hunkered down in was checked top to bottom, even if it was a hotel like this where even the air was cleaner than bleach.

You sat back down on the bed, basically twiddling your thumbs as you waited for Jeff to be done with the routine. Finally, he emerged from the bathroom, void of his sunglasses or face mask. "All clear" he muttered, voice raspy and deep like always. You nodded, watching as he walked over to his bag and kneeled next to it, starting to take a few things out before moving to sit on the bed next to you.

"I'm gonna take a shower" you muttered, quickly standing and going over to your bag, collecting the new shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and face wash you had bought with Jeff's stolen money before your arrival at the hotel. You hadn't been able to properly clean up for the last two weeks due to it being spent in an abandoned hospital so you were jumping for the opportunity to use an actual shower with hot water.

You looked back at Jeff, feeling his eyes on you. He was just simply watching you, not stopping you from taking a shower, not speaking, not even carving into the handle of his knife (which is what he usually did to relax/pass time). You blew air into your cheeks, releasing your breath slowly as you looked away and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You didn't lock it, that just set him off as you learned from the first time you did that. He was a very paranoid man, even looking at him weird would make him panic, thinking you were about to turn against him.

You had only thought about doing that once, and you quickly stopped soon after watching him kill a man twice his size and strength. You turned on the shower, and got undressed as the water heated up. Jeff was an odd man, the only information you had ever gotten out of him was that he was 25 (26 now), had been 'the killer' since he was 13, you fascinated him for some reason, and he had a lot of enemies. Other than that, most of what you knew about him was from observing him. he was very skittish, but he was the most relaxed when close to you, he liked being close (which usually resulted in cuddling you), he had anger issues, had a naturally very warm body temperature, he was pretty quiet, loved the color red, had a major sweet tooth, and, again; was fascinated with you for some reason.