Summer Demons
Jeff the Killer x Reader :: Part one :: Fem!
Info :: Summertime, you're going on 25 years old, you need to get your life together. Not rooming with your roommate in a run down apartment. So this summer you planned on job searching, putting up a forum for experience gaining. Lucky you some shady guy already requested your services.
Warnings: Swearing :: murder :: blood :: dirty talk :: grinding but no actual penetration :: making out :: smut genre okay bye. Long as fuck btw.
The sticky air blew through your apartment floor. You lay on your bed, hair tangled, cigarette dangling from your lips. Your sheets were everywhere, pillows hanging off, dresser cluttered so much you couldn't even find your phone. You heard the keys jingle from the hallway. Cassie, your roommate was home after her 12 hour shift. Her face twisted with disgust at the sight of your living space. "So you got fired from the diner, so what." She began, maneuvering around your messy clothes. She's been paying your half of the rent for 3 months ever since you got fired by your boss at Tim's Diner, the local diner down the road. 6 years of collage wasted, you couldnt even hack it as a waitress. You felt useless. She sat at the edge of your bed. "Its not just the firing. My boyfriend left me for someone else, my parents arent talking to me because I wasted their money..." you couldnt go in, a lump formed in your throat clogging up your ability to even breathe properly. Hot tears flodded your eyes, the cigarette falling to your chest. Cassie ran a hand down her face, "Maybe start small? Like put up an online list of capabilities you have and start off with little jobs in this small town." She suggested. You thought about it for a minute, what were your skills. "I have no skills." You mutter, burying your face in your arms.
"You can handle a weapon though can't you? You were a beast last summer." She chirped, trying to be upbeat. You remembered, last year during a collage camping trip you guys went hunting. You were very well off with a blade. With that info fresh on your mind, you cracked a small smile. "There she is." Cassie said approvingly, reaching a hand to pull you up. It was a gruesome process. You both spent the remainder of the evening cleaning up this hellhole. She even took your clothes to the wash while you took a shower and a long bath. To still pay for utilities, Cassie had to take a brief night shift at the gas station, you felt a twinge of guilt in your gut as she prepared to leave. "I'll be back later, see you around." She called out softly. With a satisfying click, you were alone.
Not long later you were in your snug pajamas, the fabric warm against your flesh, it smelled like lavender. You sat up against the bedframe, back against the wood, laptop on your thighs. Scrolling through job forums around town, eventually signing up. You listed a few things, knife handling, determination, service, and agility. Perhaps you'd get some more hunting done this year. After tidying up your profile a bit, you thought it'd be best to not doomscroll like usual. Getting some sleep would help, and you can check the list offerings in the morning. But right as you planned on closing the laptop, a response was already incoming. You tapped the inbox.
JeffWoods_0505: Hey. Need your help. A beast needs handling, meet me at the outskirts of the woods around 7 pm. Bring that knife.
You've never seen that name before here, so you clicked the profile. Basically empty, account made 15 minutes ago right after yours. This seemed sketchy and you were about to just ignore it but another message popped up on the forum.
JeffWoods_0505: Don't be late. Consequences. Offering to pay $150
This did spark a bit of unease inside you. If this was some kind of joke, you could easily go home. If not, then hey a beast slayed and a whopping $150. Feeling good about it, you responded back.
Y/N L/N: Deal.
With that, you closed the laptop, feeling actually pretty good about yourself. You were out as soon as your head hit the plush pillows.
The next day you were getting ready to meet this guy, putting on something that won't tear and won't restrict you. As you were sliding on your combat boots, Cassie leaned against the doorframe. "This guy sounds realky sketchy. You sure about this?" Her voice was teasing but laced with skepticism and genuine worry. You paused, what if something really did happen to you. You shook the bad thoughts out and finished sliding on your boots. "I'm sure. I got a blade on me, I'll be fine." You pull out your old knife, the one from last year. Polished, smooth, and ready for battle. "Alright, come home soon. Plan on ordering pizza. Too tired to cook." She collapsed on the bed, with a small grin on her face.
"Alright I promise." You told her.
It was nearing 7 pm as you arrived to the woods. Car parked a little off the path, tall grass up to the entrance. When you got there, it was deserted. A chill ran through you, you looked at the clock on your phone. 7:01 pm. Maybe he's running a bit late. Yet he told you not to be late. You sat on the rock close by, just twirling your knife. By half past 7 you just about had it, perhaps this was a prank. Just as you were about to stand up, something cold was pressed against your throat from behind. A pale, hoodie covered arm was resting against your collarbone. "Where do ya think you're going huh?" The voice was raspy, grating your ears. "Its me Jeff. The guy from the fucking list thing." He continued, adding pressure to the blade against your throat. You swallowed hard against it. "So what beast are we talking." You said cautiously, gripping the handle of your own blade. "The guy who's been impregnating women around town and leavin' em high and dry." He said it like he was discussing the weather. But while he was doing so, the blade against your throat as moving like it was tracing imaginary shapes. "Wait so you want me to kill a man?" It dawned on you then and you grabbed his arm. You felt him shift behind you. "You agreed." His voice dropped an octave, arm flexing under your grip beneath the hoodie material. "A beast you said. Was expecting like some kind of animal. Put the guy in jail or something..." you went on but were cut off by the blade being pushed harder against you. "So you're okay with killing an animal for doing nothing wrong but not the scum of men?" His voice wasn't accusing, almost curious. You thought for a minute, he had a point. But you still couldn't bring yourself to end a life. "Still. I can't." He wasnt having it a strong pale hand gripped your jaw turning your face up to look at him. His grip strong and your eyes widened when seeing his grotesque face. His eyelids were missing, his face was as pale and leathery as his hands. His mouth was a large bloody slit carved upward with smaller scars decorating his face. Eyes a piercing blue, matted black hair sticking to his scarred bloody complexion. "Ya scared?" He taunted and you shook your head. "Good, now you're gonna help me carry out my mission or I'm gonna kill you." He didn't seem like he was kidding so slowly you nodded. "Good girl." With that he pushes me off you, causing you to stumble forward. As quickly as he let go, he quickly grabbed your wrist. That familiar tightness enclosing your wrist. "Can't have ya running off." He tugged you deeper into the woods. This was going to be a long night.
You guys sat behind the bushes for quite a long time. He sat there turning his knife over in his hands absently, not talking just staring off. When you tried to make conversation he'd give a small grunt, at first your face flushed with embarrassment but now you're just annoyed. After two hours you atood up angrily. "I've had enough! I'm going home." Before you could turn away, he grabbed your wrist sharply, tugging you down. "Want to get us fucking caught?" His voice feverant, pulling you close to his face. Noses nearly brushing. Your heart pounded, cheeks heating up as you could see every scar on his face, the blood on his cheeks and mouth, some old and some fresh. You kept tracing each line and scar across his face. "Well? Do ya?" He said louder, shaking your slightly, then you finally shook your head no. "Good." He said lowly, eyes dropping to your lips briefly before shoving you away. You fell hard on your ass. "Hey-!" You shouted but he cut you off by wrapping a hand around your mouth roughly. "Shut the fuck up." He hissed, hand tightening over your mouth. "Look." He nodded his head towards between the bushes. Peeking over, you saw him. A middle age man, broad forehead, soft chin, graying hairs in his brown locs. He had one tucked in white tee and blue jeans, nothing too out of the ordinary except his face, that sinister smile and evil glint in his eyes. Soon followed him was a young woman, around her twenties maybe, softer face, brighter smile.
"Seen him do this countless times. He takes her out, picks her flowers and she follows him home blindly." Jeff said in your ear. A warm flush flooded through your body at his voice being so close. "Just needed enough reports from my boss to take on this mission." He continued, hand still gripping your mouth. You nodded and he looked at you approvingly. He was so close to you, his scent clogging your nose and honestly it wasn't terrible. "On my signal...three, two,...now." Just like that he released you, tunning towards them. You stumbled slightly, grabbing your own knife and trotting behind. He tackled the girl, who screamed. "Go on doll, slice him." He shouted, using his strength to pin down the girl. Tears streaming down her eyes. The man was shouting at Jeff, not even really noticing you. Your body shook with what you were about to do. "Now!" Jeff grit out and before you knew it you were running, running towards the horrid man, running towards the thing that could ruin your future. Finally he turned to you, paling as soon as he saw the knife in your hand. "The fuck-!?" He screamed, then you sunk the blade in his mouth, pushing it as hard as you can down his throat.
Blood squirted everywhere but you pushed harder, breaking through his jaw before stabbing down hard to pierce his chest. He gurgled on his own blood as the blade sunk deeper and deeper into his flesh until you were sure he stopped breathing. You couldn't hear the girls screams, all that mattered was you killing this man. Eventually you pulled away, blood coating you and the area around you. Green and brown grass painted a thick red. You snapped back to your senses and immediately looked at Jeff horrified. But him? He looked proud and almost turned on. "Whoops." He sayd bringing his knife down towards the girl's skull. She was out quickly. "What you idiot why did you kill her!" You screamed, saliva thick and coating your mouth. You felt like throwing up. "Can't have her blabbing can we? Plus I wanted in on the fun." He stood up, kicking her body slightly. You covered your mouth, but ultimately ran towards a bush, retching. "Baby's first kill haha." Jeff giggled maniacally, twirling his blood soaked knife. "You're sick." You manage to choke out, wiping your mouth with your sleeve, tears flooding your eyes. He noticed. Of course he noticed. "Aw kill was so good you fucking cried." He leaned down, eyes silently tracing your lips.
Then, he slammed his mouth onto yours before you could speak. His calloused hand gripped the back of your head. Your fingers lifted, curling around his hoodie sleeve as he slid his slimey tongue in your mouth. You let out a soft groan at the sensation. You're sure he could taste the remainding vomit but he kept going. Nasty fuck. His knife clattered to his side and his now free hand began wandering. He slid down your shoulder, rubbing down your arm, then sliding down your waist to grip your hip. Your fingers curled around his hoodie fabric, head spinning with his taste and touch. He worked his mouth harder against yours, biting down hard on your bottom lip, still high with adrenaline you fed into it, moaning softly as he lapped at the blood gathering there. Your fingers wrapped around his hoodie strings tugging him closer and he, with surprising gentleness, lowered you to the grass. The bodies still there leaking blood but neither of you cared, the sun was setting as it was getting later but that surged him on more. He slowly grinded his hips against yours, both hands sliding up and down your sides. You opened your legs a bit, the material of your clothes stretching with you. You could feel how hard he was already, absolutely throbbing. What a sick fuck, you thought despite the fact you could feel the wetness gathering in your panties. His tongue, hot and wet dragged out to trace your collarbone leaving a wet trail. He tugged at your tight clothes. Before you could pull them off he grabbed his knife slicing through it. Tossing the shredded fabric aside. "Hey asshole-" you protested but your mouth was stuffed by his knife handle. "Shut up. Suck it doll." You glared but complied. "There we go, thats it." He praised, his other hand reached up to fondle your breast. He was rough and mean about it. You hissed at the sensation, biting down on the handle. He shoved it deeper, nearly gagging you. He was lost in the act, hand gliding over to your other breast squeezing through the bra. Your back arched slightly, chasing that sensation. "Gettin' wet by a serial killer right next to rotting corpses." he slurred, drunk off bloodlust. You responded by bucking up your hips against him. "Oh shit." He sighed, leaning his had back. You could seem him swallow hard, his pale slender neck contracting. You felt yourself clench at the sight.
He looked back down at you, pupils blown wide. Slowly he pulled the wet knife out of your mouth. "Yeah? Want me to fuck you next to the dead bodies? Huh?" He punctuated each word with a hard grind against your panty clad cunt. The roughness of his jeans and hardness of his cock felt heavenly. "Nasty bitch." He snarled grinding harder, the tough fabric catching your clit with each drag. You whined at the feeling, whined at his words. A hot fire pooled in your stomach and you bit your lip to try and stifle any more noises but he wasn't having it, he gripped your hip tightly. "Nu-uh. I want to hear you." He growled, removing his hand from your hip, he hooked it under the back of your knee to get a better angle. The new position let you feel every movement, the heat in your stomach reaching a higher point. The slick in your panties got on his jeans, causing your panties to slide and move with each grind. Suddenly the guilt from earlier basically evaporated. The sickness, the fear all mushing into this need. This need for him. No, you tried to rid the thought. You didn't need him, you just were responding to the stimuli. It felt good but it wasn't because of him, was it? You looked up at him, his throat muscles working, eyes half lidded and filled with pure lust. You couldn't bring yourself to admit it, but you found him attractive. Well as attractive as you can find a serial killer. His carved smile was stretched wide, fresh blood leaking and dripping down his jaw.
Half an hour later, he finally let you cum, following behind shortly after. His sweaty skin pressed against yours as he collapsed onto your chest, head between the valley of your breasts. He was panting in time with you if not faster. He looked up at you blissed out. His face looked less like a serial killer and more like a boy. His pale face flushed. But the look was gone as soon as it came. He tapped the junction of your hip and thigh. "C'mon. Let's get you to boss." He said it casually like he didn't just edge you both for an embarrassingly long time. You sat up feeling your release press against your raw flesh. It was cooling already and felt uncomfortable. "What?" You responded as he stood up, adjusting his pants. "You heard me. You were apart of this mission, can't have you going off and telling everyone getting us both caught. Either you come along or I kill you." He was dead fucking serious. You glared at him, jaw hanging open slightly. "Fine." You were too exhausted to fight back. You shifted uncomfortably. He glanced down at your awkward moving body, right he tore your clothes. "So uh there's a lake nearby you can clean up there n I'll give you my hoodie." He muttered under his breath, hand scratching at his neck. He almost looked sheepish despite his earlier performance.
After cleaning up and slipping on his bloody disgusting hoodie you started following him deeper into the woods. The moon was coming up now, it was chiller. You unconsciously moved closer to him. He rolled his eyes. "Ya scared." He was mocking you. "As if. I've already seen your ugly ass face and it doesnt get much worse than that." Even as you said it, you felt uneasy. Ahead of you he smirked slightly, your attitude was refreshing. Not cowering or begging. He wanted to break you. Soon, a mansion came into view and instantly he hardened, his lighter airy delf disintegrated on the spot. The mansion stood tall, mahogany structure, at least 3 stories high. You've never seen it nor has it ever been talked about around town. "There's no way you live here." Was the first thing that tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop it. He merely grunted in response. Great. He completely shut off. He went straight up to the door, wrapping his hand around the knob and slamming his shoulder into it. The tank top stretching across his frame. He pushed it open and light filled the doorway, as well with a strange comforting mood. It enveloped all your senses. Jeff grabbed your wrist and pulled you along inside. Instantly you regret it. On the couch was two men in jackets on the couch, one had side burns and the other hand a tooth gap. The thing that really made your heart pound was the gun on the table between them. You gravitated towards Jeff slightly. In the middle of the floor was a boy with blonde hair and elf like ears. A video game screen pulled up. "Hey dumbass. Took you long enough." He said, teasing in his slightly glitchy voice. You did a double take, were you hearing things? Jeff responded to the 'elf' before you could speak. "Shut the hell up Ben. You take longer to get out of fucking bed." He shot back, it wasn't entirely angry. There was little bite behind those words. "Who's the shy one you got over there." The one with a gap and messy brown hair said suddenly in a slow voice. Instantly Jeff's stance turned protective, stepping in front of you. "None of your fucking business Brian." You peeked over his shoulder, all 3 men were now facing you. The elf like boy had black eyes with red pupils, blood leaking down. Your breath caught. The one with side burns looked at Jeff in disproval. Ben however just grinned. "Come on, show yourself girly." Your face flushed slightly at the nickname. Still, you tried your best to remain confident. "I gotta go take care of the bodies." Jeff said hallow and controlled clearly not wanting to be here but torn at leaving you behind. "You haven't dont that yet?" Ben said, smiling mischievously. Jeff simply flipped him off before leaving. "He'll come around." Brian said dismissingly, turning to the man next to him on the couch. Tim sighed, digging around for a cigarette. "Honestly with him? I cant tell. He's such a loose fucking cannon that boy. Reckless." Brian rolled his eyes. "So how'd you get tied up with him, a pretty girl like you?" Ben said smoothly from his spot on the floor. After explaining it to them, they all had separate reactions. Tim looked almost annoyed not at you but at Jeff. Brian seemed to have almost no reaction just a grunt and a look of pained disapproval at Jeff's actions. Ben however looked pleased, enjoying the chaos. "Oh this is gonna be so fucking good." Thats when Tim turned to him sharply. "Good? The bastard dragged some stranger along to a mansion of monsters and demons. You really think this will end well?" Ben simply shrugged. "I meant for him and her. Did you see the way he acts around her already? Protective and stuff. He's probably gonna try to act like alpha male shit." Ben laughed the sound distorted and uncomfortable. Brian rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking at Ben like he's a pain and Tim exhaled smoke.
What the hell have you just signed up for?
