Creepypasta x Reader (Oneshot / Smut / Lemon)

Jeff The Killer x Reader (Lemon)

TRIGGER WARNING: Some non-consensual elements in this story. There's also some violence and sexual degradation themes. If that sort of thing triggers you, please be safe and click off this story :,((. I'm in process of making more chapters, they won't be as violent as this one. Thank you, be safe.

1:14, insomnia caresses your cheek goodbye, as you finally start to feel a little sleepy. You haven't slept in nearly 2 days, and the frustration of not being able to sleep soon turned into sweet relief as your eyes felt heavy enough for you to actually fall asleep. You smile and open your window slightly to let the cool breeze in as you sleep. The AC in your house was broken and the only relief you ever got was when you cracked the window open at night to let the cool night air in. At this point, you'd gotten so used to the branch cracking in the wind, and the small chirps of the crickets in the yard. You walk back across your room to your small twin bed, in your small room, the floor boards quietly creaking beneath you. As you lay in the bed and let the comfort take over your soul, your eyes flutter shut and you drift away into a blissful sleep.

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You wake up to pressure on your body, and a hand covering your mouth, and a cold sharp feeling against your neck. You panic and your eyes widen immediately as you meet gaze with a man on top of you, pinning you down to the bed. Even in the dark you could see his deep, dark set eyes, and a jagged smile almost like cuts deep in his cheek. Am I dreaming? This has to be a nightmare. You think to yourself, panting in fear as you watch this man smirk at your fear. Very quietly he leans in closer to your face, and you feel his warm breath against your face, so terrifyingly intimate. " I've been watching you for a few days now, pretty girl. Didn't think you'd wake up so easily. God knows you were just so tired." he quietly says, chuckling a bit. You glance to the side at the clock on your nightstand. 3:29. Out of shock you didn't notice the cold sensation on your throat until you noticed it was his knife. You squeeze your eyes shut in horror. " Come on, (y/n). If I was gonna kill you, I would have done it by now." he chuckles again while removing the knife from your throat, one hand still over your mouth. "Don't make any noise, or it'll end really badly for you." He leaned his face close to you while moving downwards as well. Now breathing heavy on your neck. Still squeezing your eyes shut,they relax just a bit when you feel his tongue glide almost painfully slow across your neck. Your breathing becomes hitched. He places several sloppy kisses on your neck, moving down towards your collarbone. Then proceeds to lick across your collarbone. God, it was so simple but did so much. You get butterflies in your stomach. God, why do I like this... This is crazy. No way this is actually happening to me. This has to be a fucking dream. He traces his tongue back up your neck and pulls away. You open your eyes and see him staring into your eyes. You stare back until it turned more into a longing gaze, your stomach so full of butterflies you swore if he let go of your mouth, they'd come pouring out. "I'm going to take my hand off your mouth, but you better behave like a good girl and don't make a single sound." he said low and threateningly. You nod your head ever so slightly, and in your mind you had a an inkling of how badly this could go, but it excited you in the strangest way. He slowly removed his hand and still breathing quick paced, you continue to stare into his eyes. "God you're so beautiful." he said huskily. You felt your cheeks go warm and new that no amount of dim lighting could hide the blushing on your face. You saw him smirk some more before he leaned down and placed a small peck on your lips. You pecked him back, and when he pulled away, you urge towards him to get another kiss. "Be patient, (y/n)." he said, while sitting up and sitting you up stern but gentle all at once. Sitting on small twin bed, facing each other he slips his hands at the bottom of your shirt and starts to lift slowly. Your butterflies are uncontrollable and your face is burning hot. After taking off the shirt he stares at you in awe. "You're gorgeous, (y/n)" he says. He leans in slow and kisses you softly. You place a hand on his neck and lean in towards him. I want more. You think to yourself as you slip both your hands into his messy, black hair and pull him, and kiss him hard. Both, melting into this hard passionate kiss, until he pulls away. "Who gave you permission to do that, slut?" he said sourly at you. His tone was rough and serious. This made your excitement go wild, and impulsively you say back "I did." The mans eyes widened a bit in surprise. " You better behave, whore." he spat at you. He pushed you down on the bed, got on top of you once more as he started to kiss down your neck, across your collarbone and down the middle of your chest. He stopped when he got to your breasts and started to kiss them. Your breathing spiked up once more, and you slipped his hands back into his messy hair. He started to kiss and suck on your nipples, and you moaned lightly in pleasure. He stopped and smirked at you, "Already horny, you slut?" and he kissed down the middle of your chest again and down your stomach until he got to your pants. Your elastic pajama pants. He got out of the way of your pants and lifted your legs slightly to pull them off. And without hesitation he started to pull your panties off, and dropped them on the floor beside the bed. You felt your face turn red once more, as he repositioned himself to be at the foot of the bed right between your legs. He desperate them apart slowly and he kissed up in between your thighs, biting so softly. You whimpered and breathed heavily. Your chest rising and falling, face burning, and butterflies overwhelming. He kisses and bites slowly until he gets so close to your entrance. He stops for a second. "Is this what you want, slut?" he said quietly but seriously. You bury your hands in your face shyly. "Yes," you managed to sputter out. He smirked once more before he uses his tongue to run around your entrance. You moan a little louder, hands gripping his hair tightly. He pulls away, "God, wet already, you whore?" he chuckles. He goes in licking every crevice and being so gentle but doing so much damage. Your hands pull his hair tightly and your head goes back in pleasure, legs tense up with excitement and feeling. Your moans start becoming a little louder, though you're trying your hardest to stay quiet. He starts licking a spot that makes you gasp, and grip his hair even harder. Your legs start to close up because of how intense the pleasure is. He grips your legs in his arms to hold them tightly open in place so he can continue. Your breathing is heavy, your body is shaking, and you no longer can control your moans. He continues, same spot, rhythm and pressure increases slowly until you finally climax. It feels like a magical deep breath. And your body relaxes immediately. You lay in your small bed in your small room, letting go of his hair. He sits up and says "Good girl." and you smile gently at him. He stands up and heads for the window. You watch him and glance at the clock on your nightstand once more. 4:13 am. "Where are you going?" you say quietly and breathy. "I have to go now, pretty girl." he said back quietly. "But will you come back?" you say sounding more desperate than you care to admit. He chuckles and opens up the window to leave. "Can I at least get your name?" you say as a last attempt to know as much about him before you potentially never see him again. "You can call me Jeff." he said before he hopped out of the window and disappeared into the night. You sigh and lay in your bed until you drift off to sleep once more, the best sleep you've had in a very long time.