Lemons!

Jeff the Killer X Reader (LEMON 1st person)

Walking up the porch of my small, blue and white house, blood dripped from my hands and kitchen knife in my right hand. I just killed a family of 5 with looks alone, and my best friend Jeffrey Woods, the psychotic killer!!! His pale hardened skin, forever still smile, black abysses of his lidless eyes, those abs that showed when he wasn't wearing his sweater... God he was sexy... but even sexier when he was killing, even if the sweater gets splashed with crimson. Coming from my daze and a blush on my cheeks I smile and jingle the keys into the lock. It always got stuck.. "Sheesh..." Muttering I let out a huffy breathe. Jeff comes up from behind me and growls lowly in my ear "Y/N, Hurry the hell up! My sweater needs to get washed, that last kill was a bit messy."

Shivering slightly from the startle I hurry and get the door open "Yeah yeah..." I walk in and go down the hallway to the kitchen. I hear Jeff close and lock the door, 'Hm... Usually Jeff leaves the door unlocked...' Casually thinking I fill a glass as I look down at my Alice 'n Wonderland dress, it was ripped, tattered and covered in blood and the best part; I wasn't as sweet and innocent as looked I was the thing that was under your bed at night and killed you mercilessly. It clung to my curves with a blue corset and black ribbon and made my e/c eyes stand out. Gulping down the water I finish off the glass with a nice "Ahh...~" Jeff silently appeared beside me "You know, I could give you something else to swallow~" Purring in my ear, his breathe tickled my neck as his arms snaked around my waist and pulled my tightly against his chest with a teasing smirk on his lips.

Turning a scarlet I look over at him and his black shirt, his sweater missing with sweat making his shirt cling to him and make him look deliciously hot... (Mentally drooling xD) I avoid looking at his heavy gaze when the sound of small dripping met my ears and he pulled me even closer, if possible, to his well built frame. "What's that s-sound?" I asked unsure as I tried keeping my composure. I finally relaxed in his arms and turned to follow the sound to the table, where his sweater hung over the edge lazily as it continued to drip blood onto my new, clean floors into a puddle. I stare dumb-founded at the mess. "Jeffrey fucking Woods! What the hell is that?!" I wiggle from his grasp forcefully and point to his sweater, "Hehe... damn thought you wouldn't notice that..."

His grin widens as he grins sheepishly and scratches the back of his head carelessly, like it was no big deal he just got my floor covered in blood!! I cross my arms as the ruby red pool got just ever so slightly bigger. Growling lowly "Jeff, you better run, or your blood will join what's on the floor." I curl my fists when he places his hands in the air as surrender, "Sorry Y/N..." He somehow goes paler as his forever smile wavers. My eyes changed from the usual beautiful E/C orbs to dusty lavender eyes filled with hatred. I smirk as he backs a little up towards the back door "Oh shit.... I UH... I have to....go!!!" Swallowing hard he runs out the back door and into the Slender Woods behind me, yes I live near my uncle. " Ugh that BASTARD!!" Yelling the last part I relax and grab a towel from next to the sink, leaving the back door open to let in a nice night time breeze.

Watching as the towel absorbs the blood, some of it runs from the towel spreading it out more, the wood above me creaks under weight meaning someone was up there. "Oh lord, what now?!" I quickly wipe up the blood and throw his sweater in the sink to wash later. With a few streaks I mentally note I'll have to clean that up once I saw what was going on in my room. Walking up the stairs, I undo my corset and dress a little, giving me room to fight freely because I was going to kill this intruder, not seduce them. Once in the hallway I notice my door open ajar and a figure moving around inside, "Oh hell fucking no!" They were going through my drawers!!! I stomped my foot and made my appearance known, "Hey, you have the count to three before I come in there and beat your ass to a bloody pulp!" The figure stopped moving and made a snickering sound. "1....2....3...."

Once reaching three I gladly charge into my room and slam open the door, "You sick fuck were are you?" I growl lowly seeing my clothes on the floor. I stand in the center of my room as I turn and look around not seeing anything. The closet! Walking over with a smirk and a curled fist I pull the sliding doors back with a whoosh as moonlight floods the closet and my dresses and long shirts, but no other PERSON. "Where are you?" I move the clothes apart to find my search fruitless. Turning back around I have just enough time to see someone jump out the window and around the side, "Good, you better run!" I yell out the window and slam it closed.