Dead Again - Jeff The Killer x Reader

'Flashlight'

"See you later." I repeated.

"You'll be fine, he's all bark no bite." Jeff shrugged his threats off.

"Hm... reminds me of a certain serial killer I know..." I trailed off, pretending to think.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He snapped.

"Oh, nothing." I smiled, walking away.

"Hey! You bitch! You want another matching scar?" His voice got deeper, trying to threaten me.

"Sure chihuahua." I laughed.

"Hey, those fuckers are mean." He said.

"Yeah but their bites don't do shit." I raised an eyebrow.

"Did I ever tell you how I got my scar on my ankle? You'd take that back if I did." He said.

"You- you fucking got a scar from a chihuahua?" I snorted.

"Yeah! A scar! So obviously they do damage!" He yelled.

"What are you two arguing about?" EJ walked into the room.

"Are chihuahuas dangerous?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"No. They're literally the dog that hardly does anything when they bite." He said.

"What the fuck?! Okay, fuck you guys, you're both against me." Jeff flipped us both off.

"I'm not against you, you're just wrong." I raised an eyebrow.

"I'm against you, you're an ass." Jack said before walking off.

"See?!" Jeff pointed at Jack.

"See what?" I asked.

"He's against me! Which means that wasn't fair!" Jeff whined like a kid.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed his arm, walking back upstairs.

"Where the fuck are we going?" Jeff asked.

"My room." I replied.

"Ooh you wanna fu-" I cut him off.

Play along and freak him out.

I smirked, then stopped and looked back at him, giving him a seductive look.

"I mean, if you want to." I put my hand on his chest and looked up at him, biting my bottom lip.

His eyes went wide and his cheeks flushed.

"W-what?" He asked.

"You wanna fuck?" I asked.

"I- um- what- I don't-..." he stumbled on his words.

"Let's go baby!" I said in a deep manly voice, smacking his ass.

"You're a bitch." He spat.

"Aww don't be mad because I turned you on!" I laughed.

"You did not!" He argued.

I looked down at his noticeable boner.

"Oh? Then what's that?" I pointed at it.

"That's my flashlight." He said.

"That's a pretty fucking tiny flashlight." I muttered.

"What?! It is not! My di- flashlight is huge!" He yelled.

"Is that so?" I asked.

"Yes." He crossed his arms.

"Then let me see." I said.