Jeffthekillerxmalereader Stories

Y/N moves to a new town to be closer to his grandparents house not knowing what's lurking in the unknown...

After your brother gets killed in front of you, you start getting taunted and manipulated by the man that killed your brother.

This is a boy x boy story It means it gay

Him. It started with that word, hasn't it? It started out of context at that point. My mom beat me because I was a him instead of a her, reminding her of my dead father. I was assaulted at school by hims but nobody would believe me because I'm a him myself. But then I met him...Jeff the killer. • disclaimer • I am a girl who is writing this. I decided to write a story not only of my interest involving Jeff the killer but to speak up about male abuse. Just because someone is a boy doesn't mean they can't get raped, assaulted, or beaten. Please, I speak up against ALL rape and hopefully you do too. • trigger warning • Don't read if you are offended or will hurt yourself others by death, suicide, eating disorders, rape, abuse, assault, murder, or any other forms of triggering. Stay safe and remember that you all have person rooting for you. One of those people is me, I love you and stay strong.

(Jtk xMale!reader you're 12 in the begining and Jeff is 13 btw and there's some light Liu x male! Reader in this as well) A family just moves into the empty home next to you and right off the bat you and the new kid have some... Mishaps with him but despite all of the embarrassment you end up becoming close friends and maybe more. But after becoming friends and you become aware of the sudden changes and the fight.... Who's there to save you from yourself?

When the first comes back and is meet again with the second, what will happen? Hard to say when all the first is just someone within a memory. REWRITTEN BOOK ON PROFILE This is a Jeff the Killer x Male reader book Were the reader is the first proxy and Jeff is the second other information is in the book itself so please read and enjoy but do remember this may have some triggers for some in it.

Twenty one year old cafe owner Y/n L/n was just trying to get over with the day but that all changes when he has to deal with four certain figures breaking in his house.

This is mostly gonna be made for fun and for a personal interest- so *wheezes* After years of trying to get Slenderman off your back, you notice someone has been stalking you for a while, their voice whispering to you every night, coming so close to kill you, but never do. Each time they tell you to go to sleep, you listen and chuckle, finding their attempts to kill you quiet funny. Little did you know... That your bravery won over this killers heart. But... is that such a good thing?

BOOK TWO {male reader} 'My chair screeched back across the tile as I stood so fast it tipped. Before he could blink, I crossed the room and drove my fist straight into his face. The crack was satisfying as hell, the kind of sound that says you had that coming.'

Every day is looping into this endless nightmare of living in constant anxiety. He's watching me. Every step I take, every rise and fall of my chest, he notices. I just wished he would leave me alone. Wish he'd finally move onto the next victim. Yet there he is, clinging onto me and following me like I'm a damn prey. But I'm not gonna let him win.

"Shit, shit! Why did you stab me!?" I exclaim, laying on the floor with my hand grasping my side, not really putting thought into what I'm saying anymore. "Well what did you think I came here to do!?" He still has his knife out, pointed out towards me. I grab the closest object and hold it out in front of me, this just so happens to be a can of hairspray. "No, you stay back there, I don't want you doing any more damage than you've already done." He falters for a second and stares at the can of hairspray before looking back at me, "I am a murderer, this is my job...you know what this is just getting annoying." - An 18yr old serial killer under the name of "Jeff The Killer" has been tormenting a small town in southern Mississippi for around a month now. He didn't know why he decided to target this town, he just needed to blow off some steam. He didn't want to be controlled anymore, he needed something different. When he meets (Y/n), and fails to kill him, will he actually find someone that understands him? (Y/n), also 18yrs old, is stuck in a house with an emotionally and physically abusive step sister, an avoidant step brother, a Dad who seemed to care more about his work and social status then his son, and a distant step mother. On the outside he looks perfect, he seems to have everything handed to him. On the inside though, however much he may think he's a saint, it's all a ruse to hide his homicidal thoughts. He prays for something new, something that will save him from the drone of life. However the way that prayer is answered might not be what he intended, but what he needs. (a/n): The version of this story with my own oc is on Ao3. ⚠️Will include violent scenes ⚠️ Tw: slurs cover art by shatteredankles on instagram