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Jeff the Killer/Reader Lemon

Prompt from anon: I lost it but uh. It was requesting jeff/reader scenario

The girl screamed as the man hefted his axe up in the air, then brought it down on her head, cutting off her shrieks.

Jeff snorted. "He looks like Toby."

"Mm I guess he does, a little," I replied.

We were watching cheesy old horror movies Jeff had picked up from the bargain bin of some store years ago. Sitting on his bed between his legs, his arms wrapped loosely around my torso... It was one of those nice afternoons where nothing had upset him and everything seemed to be existing the bright haze of normalcy. This is what normal couples did and even though Jeff was anything but normal, he had his moments of tenderness.

Those times where he wasn't yelling or muttering things under his breath, hitting the walls, stabbing the floor. When he wasn't covered in blood and laughing like a maniac- that's when he was pleasurable to be around. I loved him, of course, but in the back of my mind I would always have the fear that he'd turn that knife on me again. I had the scars to prove that things were not always as glamourous as they seemed now, but I had to remind myself that things were different. Jeff had changed. Not a lot, but I could tell he was a little more soft on the edges than he used to be.

I refocused on the movie right as the murderer was dragging the girl's body into another room. He poured gasoline all over her, his expression hidden behind a ski mask. He pulled out a lighter and threw it on the poor girl, setting her and the surrounding area ablaze.

I felt Jeff's arms tighten around me. I wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't known how scared of fire he was. Even if it wasn't real, he tensed up. When the movie switched perspectives so that we were following the rest of the group, he relaxed, hands resting on my thighs. A few more minutes passed, but I was acutely aware of his hand creeping closer to my private areas. I raised an eyebrow.

"Y'know, Jeff, you can always just tell me if you're horny," I said, a little smirk playing on my lips.

"Really? Every time I do you turn as red as a tomato," he mused.

"Yea, 'cause you grab me with no warning."

Jeff hummed, gently tilting my chin up with one hand so that he could press a small kiss to my forehead. His leathery skin had felt weird at first but I'd found myself getting used to the sensation over time. His mouth was even stranger, the scabs rubbing against me whenever our skin came in contact.

I turned around to face him, pressing my lips right up against his. His hands moved to my hips as he took the lead, leaning himself ever so slightly over me. It was the little things he did to show that he was in control; I knew how much he liked it, needed it, really. We parted for air but only for a second before he was slipping his tongue into my mouth. Fast and rough was how he liked it, but today the second half of that was missing, it seemed. One of his hands was pressed flat on my back, keeping me pressed to him even as he lowered us so that I was flat against the bed. He propped himself up on his elbows, leaning over me.

"Just thinking about you underneath me gets me going, but seeing you makes me really excited," he grumbled, almost to himself as his gaze raked over my body. He wasted no time in hiking my shirt up to hold my sides down as he straddled me. He sucked and bit my neck, every so often grinding into me. It was slow and torturous but at the same time he was moving faster than I could clearly comprehend.

Every time he ground his hips down and bit down on a spot he knew was sensitive I let out a little gasp. It only served to fuel him as he continued to assault my neck and collar bones, the movie long forgotten. My hands dug under his shirt to press against his abdomen, feeling the leathery skin above me.