Jeff The Killer- Boyfriend scenarios-( male reader)

!TW! when he sees you're cuts

TW MENTION OF SELF HARM
!cover: anathemarmotqueen!
(Y/N) POV

"It's so hot" Jeff whined, spiraled across the floor he looked up at me." how are you not boiling alive?!"

"It's not that hot babe, you're just being a baby" I laugh sticking my tongue out at him.

"You're so full of shit, you are sweating through your shirt I can see the stains," He huffed looking away. " you're an idiot,"
he looked back at me, looking up and down me he rolled his eyes. "at least take off those stupid sweats"

"The only stupid thing I see is your face," I retorted sticking my tongue out at him again. I watch as he furrows his brows and making his mouth into a makeshift frown. he stood up walking toward my spot on the couch, he stops in front of me looking downward at me.

"Change out of those stupid pants or else," he says in a very deadpan voice.

"Why should I?" I tease.

"I'm not gonna let you die of heatstroke, so last warning" he continues, deadpan. I muffle a giggle and shake my head stubbornly. his ''frown'' lightens up into a big smirk, "you asked for this"
he tackles me backward onto the couch, starting to kiss my face and neck while keeping his hands firm on my hips.

"S-stop it," I laugh as he continues peppering me with kisses, I wrap my arms around his neck. I feel as he starts slowly slipping my sweats down. "nu-uh no sir, real smooth plan though, you fox"
I giggle out pushing him back gently.

"Oh? You think that was my plan?" He teased raising one of his eyebrows his smirk widens. "I'll show you my plan"
his hands dart for mine, pushing them above my head. he holds them firmly with one hand, my eyes widen in panic.

"Stop!" I shout, struggling against his hold, panicked.

"No can do doll you lost your say in the matter," he teases. I close my eyes right tears threaten to spill as I continue to struggle and plea, as he in one swift motion pulls my sweats down. my struggling stops and tears roll down my face, as I open my eyes. I look at Jeff, his face is hidden by his hair. I feel his grip relax as his arms fall down to his sides. he doesn't move, but I can feel him staring at my the scars I tried so desperately to hide. I feel guilt and shame. I manage to open my mouth to speak.

"Jeff?-"

"What the hell is your problem!? Am I not enough for you?!" He shouts, punching the couches arm, nearly missing my head. he tilts his head upward and looks into my eyes. the feeling of guilt and fear gets stuck in my throat, making it impossible to breathe, tears flood down my face as his broken eyes pierce into mine. "don't you know I love you? Why was that not enough? ....Why am I not enough?"

"I-I'm sorry," I choke out. his head falls and he backs up to the other side of the couch. I sit up, looking away from him sitting in silence.

"What did I do?" Jeff's word cut through the silence. I raise my head to look at him. I can't see his face.

"You...you didn't do anything, it's not your fault," I say meekly. he turns to look at me a confused and hurt expression on his face. "it's my own fault, I should have been stronger. it's stupid-"

"You're an idiot," he cuts me off looking at me with a stern expression. "But your the strongest, nicest, and amazing idiot I've ever met. I know whatever it is it's not your fault."
His stern expression softens into guilt "I'm sorry I got mad, I'm sorry I yelled at you, and I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you."

"Jeff...." I crawl toward him and place my head on his shoulder. he nudges my head off gently, as he moves to lay down and pulls me down to lay on top of him. he wraps his arms around me. "it's not your fault you didn't cause any of this."

"Even if I didn't, I wasn't there to stop it, you don't have to sugar coat this, the simple facts are; you were hurt, and I wasn't there for you," he puts his hand on my head and becomes quiet again, for what feels like hours. "can I see them again?"

"What?" The question turns my blood cold and puts a lump in my throat.

"I'm not going to do anything. I just want to look at them I'm not going to hurt you."

"I know I just-"

"It's okay if you say no," he sat up slowly, still holding me, he looks away from me "I just needed to ask."

I look down at my lap, the scars were barely hidden by my boxers. I take a deep breath and etch up the hem of my boxers, so they were mostly visible. I look up at Jeff, who is still staring at the wall. I gently lift my hand and place it on the side of jeffs face, urging him to look at me. his gaze falls on my face then slowly looking downward toward my scars. he slowly moves his hand to trace one of them, a deep sigh coming from him, he brings his attention back to me.

"How long ago?" He asks softly.

"A month ago but I'm trying to stop," I confess softly. he nods.

"I want to help," he says putting a hand on my face gently. "if you ever feel like doing this please tell me and if I'm not here call me, just talk to me...please promise me you will."

"Okay, I promise." I nestle my face into his hand.

"I love you."

"I love you too......your hands are sweaty."

"Yeah, I know...its really hot."

"... I want ice cream."

"...Go put on some shorts and we can go get some."

"Okay."