Jeff The Killer X Male Reader

It's time to get H

In the morning, Jeff brought up some food for you and himself. How could no one be suspicious unless he was always this greedy.
"Jeff, do you usually eat loads?" you asked whilst you ate in bed. He shrugged and said, "it depends on how I feel" and he finally decided to chew his food. It must hurt to eat with a Chelsea smile. You giggled as you watched him struggle to keep it falling from his extended mouth. "What's so funny?" he whined childishly.
"You" you smiled. Jeff looked away quickly for some reason. Could he be embarrassed?!

He turned to face you again with a smirk and leans towards you, "what is it that makes me funny? Most characters just anger me and express their hatred towards me" he taunted. You knew what to reply with as soon as he finished speaking. "That's why then. You listen and they tease you so you never give them a chance to be a friend of yours. I guess its the fact you think you're scary when you're just another guy like me" you express confidently. He nods and looks down at his ripped knees, "yeah we are both the same aren't we? But reality is, I'm a killer and you're a victim."

You notice his discomfort and are awed by his consideration. His thick locks fall over his face, hiding his sorrow to which you didn't understand. All you could do was consol him, "Jeff if I could, I would turn back time to a moment when you were not a killer and we could meet again. But then you wouldn't be the Jeff I know today-" he cut you off harshly with widened eyes and with his trembling hands he held your shoulders to emphasise his feelings "Y/N you haven't even seen how I used to be. I was normal! Now if you so much as anger me I'll try to end your life! I don't want you to die... You're in danger beside me."

This openness that Jeff shared with you made you realise how much he had been holding back. The others mocked him and teased him as he was struggling to obey his master's orders. He wanted you because he wanted someone normal. That's why he gave you a second chance. "I won't let you down. I'll always be here for you" you say nervously as you lean closer to him.

Jeff's hoodie was clear from dirt and his hands were scarred. You stroked each scar and held his hands tightly, "Unlike Rose, I'll never let you go" you smiled. Jeff questioned your choice but was overwhelmed by your willingness to commit despite all that has occurred. He embraced you tightly and held on for a while. You hugged him back and rubbed his back as a soothing gesture. You felt his grip tighten round you as he quietly mumbled some grumpy chatter that you knew was him fighting against himself. Your life had changed so much. Your job, home, family and friends had all been left behind for this.

Was it worth it?

Jeff pulled away slowly and watched your expressions change from worry to confusion. He lent in closer and put his forehead against yours. He growled. "Jeff, are you okay?"

He sighed heavily and looked into your eyes of which were inches away from eachother, "I'm conflicted Y/N. I'm conflicted. I don't know what to do. A or B."
You nod and relax your muscles. Understanding his conflicting emotions you tried to attend to his emotional needs. "Describe each category in as little words or less without revealing them." Jeff bit his lip and looked away from you for a moment to think. Then the other way. Then repeated it all over again. "A. Risky but fun. B. Continuous but safe." he pulled his forehead away and stuffed his hands into his pockets to twiddle his thumbs as you thought.

Risky but fun? Continuous but safe? What could he be on about? He sounded like a high school girl deciding whether to disobey her parents and stay at her boyfriend's house or not. You considered both sides, pros and cons and you decided that the right option would be: "A sounds better. B sounds great because its safe but doing the same thing all the time... Nothing will ever change. Being risky is what life is about isn't it-" suddenly Jeff pounced on top of you and pinned your wrists to the bed. You was confused but afraid that Jeff was having one of his temper breakdowns. Did you say it wrong?!

Jeff licked his lips and whispered into your ear in a mellow, husky voice, "I was hoping you'd choose A" he then licked your lobes and neck. His tongue was cold and wet which made your stomach flutter and your lower area tingle. You were unable to respond without letting out a little gasp so it was better for you to keep it zipped. Your knees attempted to stroke each other but Jeff's leg separated them and pressed against your manhood; you let out a loud gasp and you looked like a tomato. Jeff chuckled and bit your neck until it bled trickles.

"Would you like to continue?"