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🪽 . . .⠀⠀jeff the killer x fem!reader 𓏵 a bunch of boob talk ⸝⸝ biting
it was pouring outside, rain hitting the windows with soft thumps. music hummed from your dvd player as you laid in bed, reading something on your phone, when your door was suddenly slammed open. jeff shuffled in, soaked to the bone. he kicked the door shut as he began prying off his wet clothes, leaving a trail on the floor before he climbed into bed with just his boxers.
he laid partway on top of you, face pressed between your breasts. you gasped at the sudden chill, but you didn’t push him off. he yanked the blanket back over himself and you.
“stupid fucking guy, made me run forever and got me caught in the damn rain,” he muttered, pressing further into your doughy breast. he lifted his head just enough to shove your shirt up, laying his chilled face against your warm, bare breasts.
jeff’s hands cupped the sides of your breasts, holding them against his face. he let out a rough sigh, the heat seeping into his skin. you pulled the blanket higher and began rubbing your fingers through his wet hair. reaching for a comb, you started combing out the knots in his hair.
“you need me to recut your hair?” you asked, combing through his wet fringe. it was grown out, more than he usually liked.
he hummed against your skin, nodding just slightly. he pressed his face further into your breasts, letting out a low groan as the heat enveloped him more.
“fucking weirdo,” you mumbled teasingly, still combing his hair. he bit your breast gently, eliciting a gasp from you. you smacked the back of his head, earning a quick glare before he looked away once more.
little jeff drabble bc i haven’t written for him in a bit
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his large, bleach-white hands gripped your thighs, hugging them tightly, just as your walls did around his cock, feeling every thrust,
every throb.
"fuck, oh, fuck"
growling, gasping moans escaping his scarred lips, surprising you that his cut smile could grow any wider than so.
your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him into you more, as if he couldn't get any closer, with his larger charred and blood-stained hoodie fanning off your body, breasts swaying and teasing him as they peaked out from under, revealing you bare.
he couldn't help himself but bring a calloused hand to one, squeezing it maybe a bit too harshly, creating a whimpering yelp from your lips, gasp caught in your throat.
your throat, in which he brought a hand to wrap around, squeezing just enough to stop your breathing, pussy clenching just as his hand did around your neck.
he thrusts sloppy, with his body jolting and twitching with the least bit control, just letting his body do all the work as he plowed into you, overstimulating your poor little cunt.
"-s' too much, pl-pleas-ah!-"
he felt you only continue to tighten around him, your head faltering backwards on his pillow as he pushed deeper, cock curving into your g-spot, giving you a kiss as he spat at you.
"-t's that, pretty? can't hear you, bitch, t' busy..." your eyes opened to scanned back to his voided ones, his face now closer to yours as his breath pet your heated cheeks, his long jet hair tickling your face and jaw.
''m gonna fuck you right to sleep, slut"
he groaned, loud, as you brought your hands to his white face, your mouth hung open, your eyes rolled back, and you couldn't help the way your body squirmed as he fucked you.
"you're so beautiful"
you whine, now lightheaded and breathless as his hand that clenched your throat didn't falter, hips bucking as you found a high, and rode it.
that had sent him over the edge, maybe farther, he was wild. you calling him beautiful. it's the only thing he'd ever want to hear from anyone.
he fucked absolutely feral, but if you ever call him beautiful, in any circumstance, he'll be putty in your hands.
his grunts and movements now animalistic, his eyes growing surprisingly wider than you've ever thought for someone lacking eyelids.
He groaned, towering above you as his face was inches from yours, lips teasing ragged lips.
synopsis: unable to sleep, you spend the early hours of the morning snacking in the mansion's kitchen, only to be interrupted by a sleepy and high jeff in search of food. (there’s a brief mention of sucking some dick LMFAO)
the kitchen was one of the few places in the mansion that actually felt calm after midnight. the overhead lights were off, leaving only the soft glow above the stove to spill across the countertops. outside, rain tapped lazily against the windows, and somewhere deeper in the house, an old pipe groaned.
you sat alone at the kitchen island, one leg hooked over the rung of the stool, absentmindedly eating barbecue chips straight from the bag while scrolling through your phone. it wasn't hunger that had kept you awake, just one of those nights where sleep refused to come.
a door clicked somewhere upstairs. a minute later, footsteps drifted down the hallway. it was peaceful for about another ten seconds before jeff wandered into the kitchen looking like he'd rolled straight out of bed.. or, knowing him, out of ben's room.
his hood was nowhere in sight. instead, his long black hair hung loose around his shoulders, slightly tangled from lying down earlier. a black tank top exposed the faded scars running along his arms, while a pair of loose soft pajama pants sat low on his waist. his eyes were glassy, movements a little slower than usual, though there was still that familiar arrogance in the way he carried himself.
one hand rubbed absently at the back of his neck as he wandered toward the fridge without paying much attention. then he noticed you. sitting perfectly still in the dim light. his entire body gave a quick, instinctive jolt. his shoulders tensed, one foot planted back on reflex, and his head snapped toward you before his brain seemed to catch up with what he was seeing.
you blinked.
“..hey.”
another beat passed and recognition settled over his face.
"..oh."
he recovered almost instantly, smoothing his expression into its usual bored look. like nothing had happened. like he’d meant to do that. a quiet laugh slipped out through your nose.
jeff shot you an irritated glance. "...the fuck're you laughing at, woman?"
"you."
his brow twitched. "fuck off."
he dismissed you with a lazy flick of his wrist, already turning away as if the conversation wasn't worth another second of his attention. like that settled the matter, he brushed past you and pulled open the refrigerator. cold light spilled across the floor while he stood there, staring inside with an almost comical amount of concentration. you watched him for a moment before speaking.
"are you high?"
"no."
the answer came so quickly it made you smile.
he continued scanning the shelves in complete silence, brow slightly furrowed as if the leftovers had personally offended him. without so much as looking your way, he reached over. his hand disappeared into your bag of chips and you paused mid-scroll.
"..are you serious."
he pulled out a fistful, already eating them before his arm had fully withdrawn.
"bruh, they were right there. not a big deal.”
"they were in my lap."
a shrug. he didn't seem to find anything strange about it. eventually, he settled on some leftover pizza, shut the fridge with his hip, and tossed the container onto the counter while the microwave hummed to life.
the kitchen fell quiet again. you could hear the rain. the steady ticking of the clock. jeff leaning against the counter while waiting for the microwave, absently crunching through the chips he'd stolen. when it finally beeped, he grabbed the pizza and turned toward the doorway. you figured that was the end of it. until he passed behind your stool.
without breaking stride, he casually reached down, plunged his hand into the bag again, and walked off with another generous handful. like the chips had always belonged to him.
you stared after him for a second before calling down the hallway. "i hate you!"
jeff didn't even bother turning around. he simply lifted one hand in a lazy, dismissive wave, still chewing. “you didn’t say allat while you was suckin’ this dick last night."
the sound of his footsteps faded upstairs, leaving you alone in the kitchen. you looked down at the noticeably lighter bag in your lap.
"..fat fuck.."
somewhere above you, his muffled voice carried through the ceiling.
You know when your boyfriend is home when you start hearing TikTok memes said out loud at the most random times. any day & every day is a new meme that will continue to stick around like the plague until he finds a new meme to terrorize everyone with
you'll be in your room, typing and tapping away at your computer. trying to finish this assignment before getting up and doing anything at all. just to be interrupted by him busting in your space you call a room
"baaabbee..question"
You didn't bother to look up from the screen, knowing it'd be some bullshit anyways
"'babe' probably doesn't have an answer"
he continues, not bothering to acknowledge your dismissive tone
"Ok ok...it's very important so you have to answer truthfully!"
You nodded along his words, finally looking up from your computer screen giving him your full undivided attention.
"okay so, if I asked politely..would you call me baby boo?"
immediately he had a pen launched right at him no hesitation.
small but still affective.
"GET OUT!"
"OW! I was just asking!"
"I couldve had 4 questions done by now!"
...
It goes silent. you finally gain the focus to go back to what you were doing
"Will you though...?"
"Out."
"Please?"
"no."
"pleaseeee..??"
"not happening."
now hes whining like a child complaining that the love of his life wont call him baby boo
and due to you not acknowledging it he shuts his mouth
...
...
"beefing wit my chick while im in jail--"
....
"Are you sure you have no Idea how your boyfriend got a Chromebook thrown at his head? these injuries look pretty serious!"
"yes ma'am! Im assuming it fell down on him or something, I’ll make sure to look after him more!"
