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rainrot4me · 12 days ago

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It's Not The Same Without You

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───────────────────────────────────── alice - peggy

── .✦ do not copy, translate, or plagiarize any of my works. dividers by me.

CONTAINS NSFW, MINORS DNI

✦ . Summary: Words hurt. Alice knows what it’s like to be the brunt of the joke. So, when an easy mission turns into a disaster that reopens old wounds, she spirals. Jeff doesn’t understand, worries he did something wrong, and seeks help from the only person he can think of—Ben. Wise words and a knock on the head are all Jeff needs to swoop Alice back into his arms and prove to her just how perfect she really is—in the language they both speak best.

✦ . Characters: Jeff the Killer x Alice Peggy (OC)

✦ . Warning: Blood, gore, weapons, violence, vaginal, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, biting, dirty talk, rough sex, slapping, choking, overstimulation, praises, friends with benefits to lovers, fat shaming (non-sexual), mental distress, crying, miscommunication

✦ . Words: 12.5k

✦ . Note: This is a gift for @z0l0fft and her lovely Creepypasta OC, Alice Peggy! I don’t do oc x canon much, but I wanted to gift her something nice after being such a lovely moot <3 Alice’s design and backstory belong to solely Angie, so be respectful! Thank you again for letting me write for you!!!

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“You need to be quiet.”

The woods breathed like a beast around her. Heavy fog slithered through the trees, curling around roots and swallowing sound whole. Branches above twisted like ribcages, and the air smelled of copper, damp soil, and something old—something rotting.

Alice Peggy moved like a shadow through it, quiet, unhurried, blade in hand. Her knife, a long, stiff-handled thing with a cleaver’s weight, swung lightly at her side. The edge gleamed where it caught the moonlight through the breaks in the canopy, shining like a beacon through the heavy brush.

Beside her, Jeff was humming.

Not a tune, not really. Just a low, careless string of noise like static in a human throat. His hoodie was dark with dried blood at the sleeves. His machete, long, crude, and chipped from overuse, dragged along the bark of a tree trunk as they passed, screaming out a long metal whine that set Alice’s teeth gritted tight in her jaw.

Alice looked like she’d wandered out of a black-and-white film and never quite returned to color. Her black hair hung in soft, uneven curtains around her face, dull with forest damp. Her skin, tan, scar-dusted, and worn like old leather in places, looked ghostly in the moonlight. And her eyes, always half-lidded and heavy, held a sadness so old it didn’t even ache anymore. Just watched. Just waited. She dressed like someone who didn’t care if her clothes bled with her—thick jacket, flared jeans, boots heavy enough to crush bone.

Jeff, by contrast, was all chaos in a hoodie—grinning like a slit throat, eyes wide with the permanent gleam of someone who stopped blinking at the word “mercy.” His skin was pale, corpse-pale, smeared with dirt and blood and God knows what else. Hair black, jagged, unwashed. He moved with a jester’s energy—light, fast, and too loud, but his shadow stretched long and mean when the moon caught him just right.

Together, they looked like different flavors of the same nightmare.

“Four of them,” Jeff said after a moment, almost absently. “Two guys, two girls. All carrying gear. Night vision, heat sensors, some low-rent EVP crap. Think they’re doing a docuseries. They’ve just got a lot of shit packed on them.”

“Like filming for a movie?”

“More like a shitty YouTube video.”

Alice didn’t respond right away. She didn’t have to. She was already listening, already tracking every rustle of moss and leaves underfoot as the group moved. The poor hikers had no clue they were being herded, purposeful noises made by the duo to guide them one way or the other. They had no clue they were walking into a trap.

Jeff stomped his foot, a twig cracked, the group halted, fast breathing and panicked chattering. Someone muttered, “Did you hear that?” in a nervous, nasal tone.

“They’re close to the clearing,” she murmured, voice flat with uninterest, as always.

Jeff grinned, wide and toothy. “You take the talky ones, I’ll handle the one in the beanie. He’s got a nic-vape. Can’t stand that sissy shit.”

“It’s better than smelling like cigarettes all the time.”

“Fuck off.”

Jeff snugged his hood up over his head, adjusting the fabric so it hid his face in the shadows of moonlight. Alice tugged her pig mask over her face, her signature item wrapping her in like a casing. Her dark hair coiled down her shoulders, messy and tangled from the night air, but she didn’t have time to worry about it right now.

They split with practiced routine, Jeff vanishing left into the underbrush with a feral bounce in his step. Alice slipped right, near-silent, boots barely brushing the ferns. They moved in tandem, swiftly and quietly, like a terrified cattle herd being swept up by coyotes with only the moonlight to guide them.

Alice saw them before they saw her.

Four kids. Early twenties, maybe. Flashlights bobbing, cameras rolling, and one was narrating something shaky into a mic—words about legends and disappearances, about an area “known for strange phenomena and brutal violence.” Her voice was thin with forced enthusiasm, but her eyes betrayed her courage. Every idiot in this group was seconds away from pissing their pants.

From what she gathered, they were documenting the Slender Woods. They had bright flashlights and loud-whirring equipment that echoed off the tree bark. They had no respect for where they were treading. Alice thought if her and Jeff didn’t take them out, the monsters in these woods would’ve gotten to them first.

Alice watched them from the dark, studying them like a butcher examines meat. She tilted her head slightly, the way she did when she was calculating weight, muscle, cut depth. They looked soft. This would be easy.

She moved.

One of them, a guy with a smug mouth and a too-tight jacket, caught the glint of her knife first. “Holy sh—!”

He didn’t finish. She was on him in two strides, slamming the handle of her blade into his temple. He dropped with a grunt, lights out. His camera tumbled into the leaves.

Screams started immediately.

Another girl tried to run, but tripped over her own equipment bag. Alice’s boot came down hard on her back, slamming the air from her lungs against the hard ground. The girl wheezed. Alice leaned low, knife in hand, eyes empty.

“You shouldn’t have come here.”

The girl whimpered something like ‘please’, and Alice rolled her eyes. She hated the begging part, couldn’t stand when people pleaded for their life like it had any value to begin with. Alice tangled her fist into the girl’s hair and craned her neck, giving her access to slice her throat open with gargled sobs.

Jeff evidently didn’t hold the same beliefs.

Behind her, there was a high-pitched shriek, then wet, rhythmic sounds. Jeff was somewhere in the trees carving chunks out of someone’s ribcage, hollering curses for them to beg more, daring them to fight back. She didn’t turn to look.

The guy she’d knocked out was starting to groan, shuffling forwards atop the fallen leaves. She stepped off the girl and turned toward him, wiping the bloody blade on her pant leg.

It happened faster than Alice could really process.

“You’re a big girl,” he spat, coughing blood that had begun to trickle from his nose. He chuckled to himself. “Shouldn’t sneak up on people—could’ve mistaken you for a fuckin’ bear.”

Time paused.

Alice barely blinked.

Something in her face shifted behind her mask, barely. The calm remained, but it calcified, cold and cutting. She didn’t speak, she simply knelt beside him and drove the knife into his thigh, hard and deep.

He screamed. Obnoxiously loud.

“You mistake me for anything else,” she said, voice like a scalpel dragging across skin, “and I’ll start pulling parts off until I find something useful.”

Blood frothed, soaking into the fabric of his ugly jeans. His hands flailed, fists gripping into his skin as he tried to kick and flail. His fear turned to anger in a blink, fists flying and curses screamed as the pain skyrocketed.

She didn’t flinch. Alice shoved his shoulders back, climbing up to his torso and driving her knee down into his chest. He tried to fight as she lifted him by the collar of his too-tight jacket, before slamming his head back against the forest floor. Then again. And again. And again. Until his wails of pain disappeared and blood began to pool from the back of his now-opened skull.

Behind her, Jeff’s laughter echoed through the trees, high, delighted, ragged with leftover adrenaline. It was evident he had had his fun.

Videoing equipment and camping materials were strewn across the clearing for yards, backpacks and clothes torn and flailing in the wind. The grass smelled like blood and rot, electricity filling the air from the events that the forest had just witnessed.

“Alice!” he called, still laughing. “You done already? Damn, leave some for me next time!” The two campers Jeff had dealt with were unrecognizable now, entrails and blood smeared across rocks and trees dozens of feet from them. Alice had always thought him to be very performative with his killings.

But Alice didn’t answer. She wiped her blade on the man’s jacket, and for just a moment, despite the gore, despite the screaming, despite the way her fingers curled with practiced ease around the knife handle… she felt smaller.

Heavy.

Ugly.

She stood without a word and walked back into the trees, leaving red footprints in the moss. The two left the massacre behind them, it was the wolves and whatever other creatures were out here’s job to clean them up. After a bit, the forest didn’t smell like blood anymore. It just smelled like wet dirt and home. It could’ve been peaceful.

Jeff wouldn’t shut up.

“Come on, that was fun, right? You got the jump on that one guy—bam, lights out. I was gonna steal the girl, you know, but you didn’t even give me a chance.” He was walking beside her, machete slung over one shoulder, his hoodie wet with someone else’s last breath. “You’re not even gonna gloat? Not even a smirk? You always smirk when they scream like that.”

Alice didn’t look at him, just tugged her pig mask over her chin and held it like a purse.

Her hands were sticky. The blood was drying in patches, itching at the skin under her sleeves. Her blade hung limp in her hand, point brushing against her worn jeans with every step. It might cut her, oh well.

Jeff slowed, peering sideways at her. “Did one of them bite you or something? You’re acting all… weird.” A pause. “Weirder.”

Still, she said nothing.

He gave a mock gasp. “Oh no. Did they offend you? Did someone insult how you stabbed them?”

She stopped walking.

Just for a second, long enough for Jeff to nearly trip over her before she kept moving again, faster this time. The mansion’s outline was visible through the trees now—dark and jagged, like a wound torn in the earth. The gaudy thing was horrifying, but to the duo, it was a sigh of relief to be home.

Her voice was quiet when it finally came.

“Shut the fuck up, Jeff.”

He blinked. Mouth halfway open for another joke. Then his brows knit together, just a little. But he didn’t respond, just scoffed and followed her in silence the rest of the way.

── .✦

The mansion greeted them like it always did—cold, looming, half-alive. A breathless thing in the dark.

Eyeless Jack was waiting just inside the front foyer, gloves already on, arms crossed.

“Anyone get clipped?” he asked, voice like gravel under velvet. His masked face turned toward them with its usual calm disinterest, but Alice knew Jack. He didn’t miss anything.

Jeff grinned and held out his arms theatrically. “No holes in me! Made plenty in them, though.”

Alice didn’t say a word. She moved past both of them, not even glancing Jack’s way. Her shoulders were stiff, her grip on the blade tighter than necessary.

“Alice?” Jack asked.

She didn’t answer. She just walked down the hall and disappeared.

Jeff cocked his head, a bewildered look on his face. “How the fuck does she just get to slip by?” He tried to take a step away, but Jack’s claw was already grabbing the back of his neck and dragging him back to his spot at the door.

“Because she doesn’t wait until a cut is infected to tell me about it,” he grumbled. “Now, let me check you without your whining.”

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Her door shut behind her with a soft click. No slam, no theatrics, just… done.

Her room was dark. She didn’t turn the light on, just leaned against the door and let her back slide down until she was sitting on the floor, blood drying on her skin like a second, heavier layer of flesh.

She was used to this part. Episodes like this always happened after a mission. It’s just the adrenaline, she’d say, calm down. She was used to keeping the noise inside, but tonight it was worse. Louder.

You’re a big girl, he’d said.

Like she didn’t already know. Like her own skin wasn’t a magnifying glass trained on her every time she moved, or breathed, or tried to take up any goddamn space in a world that only made room for girls who vanished when they turned sideways.

She could still hear them, not just the idiot in the jacket, but the others, too. The laughter, the comments, the way they’d look at her in gym class and nudge each other like it was funny—like she wasn’t standing right there.

Fatass. Freak. Creep.

They’d call her that and then flinch when she talked about the movies she liked—slasher flicks, monster films, anything with gore. It wasn’t just that they hated her body, they hated what lived in her head. The way she didn’t want to be like them. Didn’t even try.

That’s the thing about ‘normal’ people. They taunt and tease and make people feel little, but the moment they have something different from someone, they begin to fear. And fear turns into hate and disdain as a way to mask their terror.

And then her mom—her only tether, the only person who saw Alice as something good, was gone. Crushed metal, broken glass, blood on the steering wheel. She could still see everything. It was just a spiral from there, violence and terror and no fear of bringing the world down with her.

After that, it was all static. Until he came.

Slenderman didn’t speak, but he didn’t have to. He just stood there—in her hallway, her room, her mind. Until she broke open, walked into the woods, and never came back.

And still—after all that—some idiot with a camera and a weak chin could drag her right back down with one goddamn sentence. It didn’t matter that his brain-matter was leaking onto the earth right now, his words still echoed like he was speaking them directly into her ear. Like everyone—those girls, her father, her mother—were still whispering all of her flaws to her one by one.

She dug her fingernails into her thigh until the sting gave her something real. Alice didn’t cry, that wasn’t how this worked. She just stared at the floor, eyes flat, as if daring it to swallow her whole.

She wouldn’t let Jeff, or anybody, see this. Not the ugly parts, not the part she hadn’t killed off yet, not the part that still wanted her to be smaller. Invisible. Gone.

The quiet was worse than the blood.

It clawed at the corners of her room like something with teeth, pressing against the dark, curling underneath her skin. Alice moved to her bed, hunched on the edge, elbows to knees, chin resting in her palm. She hadn’t changed out of her ruined clothes, the dried blood on her hoodie cracked when she shifted, flaking like old rust.

Her mind wouldn’t shut up no matter how hard she tried.

Big girl.

She scoffed to herself.

As if she hadn’t heard that a thousand times already. As if it hadn’t followed her since she was old enough to be looked at like a problem. Her stomach twisted, not with hunger (she hadn’t eaten since yesterday), but with that old, sour sting of shame. The kind that latches onto your ribs and never lets go.

Her reflection in the window stared back at her. Drooped eyes, expression blank, mouth a line. She looked like she’d already died and just didn’t realize it yet.

The knock came sharp.

Thud-thud-thud.

“Alice?”

Of course. Jeff.

“Alice, open the door. What the fuck is going on with you?”

No answer.

She didn’t even blink. Just leaned her cheek against her palm and watched her own ghost float in the glass across the room.

Another knock, louder this time. “Seriously. This moody silent treatment isn’t cute, so what the hell happened? You mad at me?”

Still nothing.

She heard him shift outside the door, pacing, probably running his hand through his greasy hair and making that stupid irritated grunt he did when people didn’t immediately give him what he wanted.

“You looked fine earlier, so what—what, did I say something wrong? Did I miss something? Talk to me, dammit.”

That’s when she heard a new sound—quiet footsteps, smooth as someone who was used to being silent. A lower voice cut through the air.

“Move, Jeff.”

Jeff made an annoyed scoff. “What, now you’re babysitting her?”

“No. You’re just making it worse.”

There was a sharp thud as something hit the wall—probably Jeff, elbowed aside. Then silence. Then the softest knock yet.

“Alice,” Jack said, voice just on the edge of calm. “You alright?”

For a second, she didn’t say anything.

Then, finally, a word—gritty and short, like dragging gravel from her throat:

“Fine.”

Jack didn’t push, didn’t prod, she liked that about him. Jack cared, but he knew when and where his business was meant to be. He just waited a second longer, then gave a quiet nod she could almost hear through the door.

“Okay.”

She heard the turn of his boots as he started walking off—and Jeff’s loud, indignant voice trailing after him.

“Oh, so she talks to you? That’s fucking rich.”

“Grow up.”

“I am grown—grown enough to know when someone’s being a bitch for no reason—”

“Jeff.”

“What?! I’m just saying—she shuts me out, but for you it’s all ‘yes, daddy, I’m fine—’”

“Enough.”

Their voices faded down the hallway.

Alice exhaled slowly, but there was no relief in it, just air. In and out.

Then the silence returned. And she was alone again with her shadow and the rotted feeling under her skin.

── .✦

Call it holding a grudge, but Jeff doesn’t take the silent treatment kindly. He begins to exhaust his efforts, blissfully unaware the answers are smacking him in the face.

On Sunday, Alice sat on the cracked leather couch in the common room, folding laundry with robotic precision. Her hoodie, still bloodstained from the last mission, laid bundled at her side. She doesn't wear it now, too heavy, too tight across the stomach. The shirt she had on was baggy, long enough to hide the soft curve of her hips, sleeves pulled over her hands.

Jeff sauntered in mid-sentence, as always.

“—so then Toby tries to throw the hatchet and nearly takes his own damn toe off. Like, I told him, ‘you’re not Katniss, buddy, put the thing down’—oh, hey.”

No reaction.

He plopped down on the couch next to her, Nina followed in behind him, hanging into every word of his story until Jeff’s attention locked onto something different. Nina gives Alice a smile, but it’s not returned, so she waves herself off and heads into the kitchen.

“Hey, laundry gremlin. Say something.” Jeff throws his arms across the back of the creaky sofa, taking up as much space as possible, like usual.

Alice blinked slowly, didn’t turn her head, but folded another shirt. One of Jeff’s, actually.

He waited.

But when nothing came, he stood up with an irritated huff. “Okay. Ghost treatment continues. Cool.”

He stormed off.

The shirt she was folding stilled in her lap.

She exhaled shakily, stilling herself.

On Monday, Alice stood over the stove, stirring a pot of ramen she wasn’t going to eat. It was well after midnight, the only light illuminating the dusty kitchen coming from the overhead exhaust hood. The smell turned her stomach, but the sound of the water boiling gave her something to anchor herself with. She wasn’t hungry, she just… didn’t want to feel empty.

Behind her, the door creaked.

Jeff again.

“Did you make enough for two, or are you still living your weird no-talking fantasy?”

She didn’t answer. Just kept stirring, slow, clockwise, like the ramen might reveal something if she did it long enough.

Jeff watched her for a second. “…You know I’ve seen you puke after missions and still laugh at my jokes. So, what is this?”

Alice set the spoon down gently and turned off the stove. She walked out without taking the bowl, Jeff made sure it got eaten, though.

On Tuesday, a bad storm hit through the forest. Leaves and pellets of rain danced around in the wind, a low howl of energy thrumming through the soaked ground. Rain lashed against the mansion’s windows loud enough to make the foundation creak.

Alice sat on the front steps in a damp hoodie, hunched over like the sky had done something personal to her. The damp clung to her like guilt.

Jeff watched from inside, chewing the inside of his gashed cheek. Ben floated close behind, the two of them watching Alice like worried parents.

“What’s up with her?”

“Fuck knows.”

Ben floated closer, resting his chin on Jeff’s shoulder as he flicked his eyes between the two of them. “You do something?” He said it with a teasing tone, but Jeff didn’t take it that way.

“No.”

“Then don’t take it personally. She’s ignoring everyone.”

Jeff didn’t care. She was normal before their mission, and now she’s not. Something happened, his fault or else.

He shrugged Ben off, the elf rolling his eyes and floating back to the couch.

He opened the door halfway.

“You’ll catch pneumonia and die out there,” he muttered.

Alice didn’t flinch, didn’t even look at him.

After a moment, Jeff muttered, “Whatever. Get pneumonia, then,” and slammed the door shut.

She didn’t even blink. Jeff was becoming upset with her. But in Alice’s book, any emotion toward her besides pity was a good one.

On Wednesday, Alice was assigned a mission.

She stood in the hallway, tying her boots. Her coat was longer, buttoned up all the way. She wore it like armor.

Jeff clomped down the stairs, gear slung over his shoulder. He paused when he saw her.

“Hey. So you’re talking to Jack and Kate now, huh? Everyone but me.”

It was only to finalize the plans for their mission, but she didn’t have the effort to tell Jeff that. She didn’t respond, just pulled on her gloves and grabbed her pig mask. Its face was cracked and stained with countless fluids, but right now, it looked exactly how Alice felt on the inside.

Big girl.

She flinched.

Jeff stepped closer, staring at her face like he was trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces. She half stared back, half unfocused her eyes so she wouldn’t have to meet the anger in his gaze. Nonetheless, she held that dead expression.

“You know I didn’t say anything to piss you off, right? Like—if you’re mad, just fucking say it.”

Alice brushed past him, shoulder barely grazing him.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, watching her walk out into the dark. “Be like that, then.”

Thursday, she was in the mirror, brushing her hair. Trying, anyway. The strands were knotty, frizzed from rain and sweat and sleep deprivation. She winced as the bristles caught again, dragging too hard.

She stared at her face, the bags under her eyes, the slight puff of her cheeks, the way the shirt clung wrong today. It didn’t yesterday.

Something inside her itched.

A knock at the door.

Jeff again. Always Jeff.

She froze.

“Hey. I know you’re in there.”

Silence.

“…I was thinking—maybe we could go hunting in town later. You and me. I’ll even let you pick the target. Some guy gave you a dirty look at the gas-station the other day. We could track him down. Let off some steam, yeah?”

Still silence.

Jeff let out a loud sigh, she heard him lean against the doorframe.

“You’re killing me, Al.”

She stared at her reflection. And said nothing.

On Thursday, Alice sat across from Jack, picking at a slice of toast with a fork. Jeff slouched at the far end of the table, watching her like she was a ghost he hadn’t learned how to exorcise.

Jack, calm as ever, chewed something unidentifiable.

Jeff finally broke.

“I don’t get it,” he growled. “You eat, you sleep, you bleed like the rest of us. But the second I walk into the room, you’re suddenly the goddamn Black Lodge.”

Jack didn’t flinch.

Alice didn’t respond.

Jeff stood up, chair scraping loudly across the floor as it was knocked back. “Fine. Keep your little depression cosplay going. I’ll figure it out without your help.”

He left, hard footsteps clambering down the hallway. Upstairs, you could hear his door slam.

Alice’s fork scratched her plate. She didn’t finish the toast.

Friday, Alice sat in the weapons room, polishing the blade she’d used last week. It still had blood crusted into the grooves of the handle, but nothing a little soak in warm water couldn’t fix. The metal hissed softly under the cloth, back and forth, back and forth.

Jeff stood in the doorway. He didn’t say anything, just looked at her. He was utterly defeated. Nothing had worked. Not interrogation, not bargaining, not even anger could get her to speak her mind to him. He was all out of tricks.

She looked tired. Not just physically—soul-tired. Like something was pressing down on her from the inside.

He opened his mouth. Then closed it again. And walked away.

Alice stopped polishing. She stared down at the blade in her lap, her reflection warped in the steel. She didn’t even realize tears were prickling in her eyes until a drop landed onto the shining metal.

She wiped it off immediately.

── .✦

Seven days. No answers. No emotions. Just silence.

And Jeff—frustrated, stewing, growing louder in his head while she grew quieter in hers.

Jeff kicked open Ben’s bedroom door like the building had insulted his mother.

“Alright, fuck this.”

Ben didn’t flinch.

He was on the bed, one leg draped over the edge, a game controller in one hand and a half-empty Red Bull in the other. His glowing eyes flicked lazily toward Jeff, then back to the television screen where some poor NPC was getting eviscerated in 16-bit glory.

“Didn’t know you were scheduled for a tantrum today.”

Jeff started pacing, hard. Like the floor had done something to him.

“She hasn’t said more than five words to me in a week. A week, Ben. And they weren’t even, like… real words. It was more like a grumble and a fucking blink.”

Ben snorted, eyes still on the screen.

“Tragic. Has the side chick stopped texting, too?”

Jeff growled. “Shut up.”

“I’m just saying, for someone who’s supposedly not dating her, you sure look like your favorite toy got taken away.”

Jeff stopped pacing long enough to glare at him.

“She’s not my—”

Ben held up a finger. “Yeah, yeah. ‘It’s just physical.’ Spare me. You guys have been screwing each other’s brains out and pretending not to feel anything since, what, March?”

“It’s not like that.”

Ben finally paused the game and turned to face him fully.

“Oh?” he said, fake surprise heavy in his voice. “So you don’t get jealous when she laughs at Jack’s jokes? You didn’t almost kill Clockwork that one time she complimented her boots? You don’t stay up all night sulking every time she gets cold with you?”

Jeff’s mouth opened. Then closed.

Ben leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, voice lower now. Quieter.

“You like her. And you’re too goddamn scared to admit that maybe it’s not just sex. Maybe you like the way she talks shit to you. Maybe you like that she sees the monster and still crawls into your bed some nights like you’re not a walking corpse with a knife addiction.”

Jeff looked away, jaw flexing.

“And maybe,” Ben continued, “just maybe, you like her so much that you didn’t even notice what’s right in front of you.”

A beat of silence.

Then Jeff turned back, frustration exploding.

“I didn’t do anything! That’s the problem! She just started shutting me out out of nowhere. One minute we’re slicing up some idiot campers, the next she’s got this weird haunted look in her eye and she won’t even fucking look at me.”

Ben clicked his tongue.

“Jeff.”

“What?”

Ben leaned back, folding his arms behind his head like he was settling in for the punchline.

“She thinks she’s ugly. One of the campers said something.”

Jeff blinked.

“…What?”

Ben arched a brow. “You heard me. The guys you offed last week? One of them said some nasty shit to her before she knocked his brains out. Real high school mean-girl garbage. And you know what Alice is like—she’ll ignore bullets, but say something about her body?”

Silence.

Jeff’s stomach dropped.

He remembered the guy—some smug dick with a camera and bones like twigs. He’d made a joke, Jeff could hear the idiot laughing before Alice had jumped him. What had he said?

Big girl.

The words hit like a cold splash of water to the face. How had he missed that?

Ben watched the realization settle in.

“She’s not mad at you,” he said, softer now. “She’s mad at herself. She thinks she’s weak for letting it get to her. And she’s too proud to fall apart in front of you.”

Jeff’s face was blank. No smirk. No snarl. Just… quiet.

And in that stillness, Ben grinned.

“God,” he said, stretching lazily. “It’s so entertaining watching you be the emotional idiot in this situationship.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I mean, it’s kind of romantic in a murdery, trauma-bonded, we-don’t-know-how-to-cope-with-our-own-feelings kind of way.”

“Ben—”

“She’s clearly in love with you, by the way.”

Jeff snapped his gaze toward him.

“She’s not—”

Ben just grinned wider, eyes glowing.

“You gonna prove me wrong, Romeo? Or are you gonna keep waiting for her to snap out of it by herself while you cry in my arms?”

Jeff stared at him a second longer, then turned on his heel and stormed toward the door.

“Tell her I sent you,” Ben called sweetly after him. “And to stop writing all of her thoughts and feelings in her notes app where I can easily get to them.”

The door slammed behind him and Ben unpaused the game. “God,” he muttered to himself, smiling. “They’re so fucked.”

── .✦

The halls were quieter than usual. For once, no bickering, no blood trail, no screaming from the basement.

Jeff wandered like a man with a mission.

He found her in the back garden.

Alice was sitting on the cold stone bench behind the mansion, legs tucked under her, eyes tilted toward the sky. The late dusk washed her skin in blue. Her black hair was braided back in a loose knot, and there was a faint trace of soot on her cheek—residue from whatever she’d just burned in the fire pit nearby.

She looked… better. Not fixed. Not bright. But present.

Jeff hesitated, then walked up, hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket.

“…You finally decided to stop playing dead, huh?”

Alice didn’t look at him, but the faintest twitch of her mouth betrayed her.

“That depends,” she murmured. “Are you going to keep talking?”

Jeff grinned, tension melting off his shoulders like melting snow. There she was.

“I missed that smart tongue,” he said, easing down beside her. “You’ve been acting like a kicked dog all week.”

She side-eyed him, “Don’t project.”

“Don’t deflect, then.”

They sat in silence for a moment.

Then Jeff leaned in, close enough for his breath to warm her cheek.

“…Come back to my room.”

Alice blinked.

Her expression cooled instantly. “Why?”

Jeff shrugged. “Because you’re clearly bored. And I have a six-pack of stolen beer and that one horror movie you like—y’know, the one where everyone gets slaughtered in the first twenty minutes?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Chainsaw Massacre? That’s a terrible movie.”

“Yeah. But you love it.”

She studied him.

Then sighed.

“…Fine.”

── .✦

His room was dim, cluttered, and warm—faint smell of copper and gunpowder, just like normal. A lamp flickered on the desk, bathing the walls in soft amber. Jeff’s room was always messy, but right now, it was a little tidier than usual. Stress cleaning? Alice could’ve laughed.

Alice moved cautiously, like a cat entering a dog’s territory. Jeff flopped onto his bed, legs splayed, arms behind his head, as the springs creaked.

Alice hovered near the wall.

He watched her.

“You gonna stand there like you’re waiting for a firing squad, or…?”

She rolled her eyes, but padded over and sat at the edge of the bed, stiff-backed and quiet.

Jeff sat up slowly.

“You really weren’t gonna tell me, huh?”

Alice’s spine straightened.

“…Tell you what?”

He moved closer, voice lowering. “What that guy said.”

Silence.

The words dropped like a guillotine.

“I didn’t care,” she said sharply, too quickly.

Jeff tilted his head. “That’s not what your eyes said.”

Her jaw tightened. She looked away. “I didn’t want to talk to anyone about it.”

“You didn’t want to talk to me in general.” He said it without venom, just fact. That somehow stung more.

Alice scoffed. “You don’t care about feelings.”

“Yours I do.”

That froze her.

Jeff reached out, slowly, and brushed her hair back behind her ear. She flinched away. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you hide yourself lately? Like you’re trying to disappear into your clothes. Like you’re ashamed of your body.”

Her breathing hitched, almost imperceptibly.

“You’re wrong.”

“Then why won’t you let me touch you like I used to?”

Her eyes flitted to his, panic flickering.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this. Not until I could feel okay again.”

Jeff’s hands moved, gently pressing against her hips, his thumbs curling into the dips of her waist through the fabric.

“Like what? Human? Real? Not airbrushed and starving like those assholes said you should be?”

He leaned in, lips brushing just under her ear.

“I’ve seen you. Every inch. Every mark. Every scar. Don’t you think I would’ve stopped after the first time if I didn’t like what I saw?”

His hands slid slowly down her sides.

“You think I’d keep crawling back if I didn’t want all of you?”

Alice clenched her fists in her lap. “You just want my body.”

Jeff snorted. “Damn right I do. But not because it’s some perfect fantasy.”

He leaned back just enough to look her in the eye.

“I want it because it’s yours.”

Silence.

Her façade cracked—just a little.

He saw the flicker of something underneath: a deep-rooted ache, bruised pride, the faint shimmer of disbelief.

He pulled her gently to him, hands gliding up under her shirt, resting just beneath her ribs.

“Your stomach,” he whispered, lips grazing hers, “is soft and warm. I fall asleep with my hand right here because it’s safe.”

He kissed the curve of her jaw.

“Your thighs? Fucking lethal. You could crush a man. And you have.”

His hands moved again—along her back, tracing the curve of her spine.

“Your arms, your chest, your neck… I love them because they’re yours. Not because they’re perfect.”

Alice shuddered under him.

“Stop.”

Jeff froze.

Then, “…Why?”

“Because if you keep talking like that, you might pop a boner.” She grinned.

He smiled—genuinely. A rare, fleeting thing.

“Good.”

And then his lips were on hers—hard, insistent, tasting the bitterness and the hunger and everything she refused to say out loud. His hands stayed where they were: firm, grounding, reverent. They gripped at each other’s clothes like an anchor.

When they pulled apart, Alice was breathless, eyes glassy.

Jeff had the worst shit-eating grin. “Fuck you for ignoring me all week.”

“You deserved it. It’s nice to see you humbled.”

“Humbled? Oh, I’ll show you a humbling.

His lips are crashing against hers like they’re magnetized, and it’s sloppy, a mess of teeth and lips and their tongues tasting every inch of each other like they couldn’t get enough. Like he didn’t even want to breathe for fear of losing out on her pretty mouth.

“Fuck-” Jeff hisses, delicate strings of spit snapping as he pulls away ever-so-slightly to take in the delicious sight of Alice all glossy eyed with swollen lips. “Fuck you’re so beautiful. You don’t know how terrible this last week has been.”

He grabbed her hips, swinging her body off the edge of the bed and slamming her back down against the mattress. Alice let out a huff of air, tangling her fingers into Jeff’s hair as she drug him back into a kiss, legs opening for him to slot himself between.

Jeff chuckled lowly, kissing her over and over like he couldn’t get enough. Like he didn’t want to get enough. She’s moaning when Jeff slips his tongue past the seam of her lips, addicted to the distinct taste of him and those nasty cigarettes she always nagged him about smoking so often.

He’s drawing back in a way that has him drinking in her soft noises, palms kneading her body over her thick layered clothes.

“Je-Jeff-” she’s gasping out when he presses his hands up her hoodie, dragging it over her shoulders to reveal the smooth skin underneath. He nearly growls, mouth practically watering at the sight of her tits cupped into her bra. He moves back down to her bruised lips with heated peck after peck. “You don’t- don’t have to-”

He groans, lips moving to kiss down the quivering column of her throat, “Shut up- Just shut up and kiss me. God, for how much I love that brain of yours, you think way too much, sweetheart.”

“You-” she sputters, the cool chill of the bedroom pebbles her sensitive nipples as Jeff unclips the back of her bra, sliding it off her arms. Alice is met with the hungry look she knows and loves, Jeff going in for another sloppy kiss before she grabs his jaw and levels him with a narrow look, “How many times did you jerk off by yourself?”

He flashes her a sheepish grin, palms groping her tits. “Would ya believe me if I told you it was none?”

“Absolutely not.”

This earns her a sharp smack gifted onto the dimple of her cheek, the palm of Jeff’s fingers burning onto where he was now gripping her chin.

“Always need to talk back, don’t you?” he spits, shoving a thigh between her legs. Such a feral grin shines across his face at the soft moan Alice lets out, grinding purposefully against that damp mound of her needy cunt still trapped behind the fabric of her jeans. “Always so quiet until you know I’m about to get in your pants.” He has one hand massaging her tit, the other dragging her sloppy hips up his muscled thigh.

“Again-”

Jeff’s palm meets her other cheek, a sharp slap that has Alice whining against him. Her hips writhe against his thigh, clothed cunt aching and sopping as she humps against him. Jeff gives her one more hard smack just for good measure, and Alice moans deep and throaty.

Her cheeks are dark, firstly from the hand-sized splotch on her skin, but also from the devastating gush of arousal that’s flowing through her every fiber. She’s like crackling electricity, a live wire that’s been left drowning in water and is ready to shock someone again.

He’s kissing her pulseline now, canines hovering over the erratic little cadence, breathing her in like she was pure heroine.

“Are you gonna shut up long enough for me to fuck you?” he licks a long, languid stripe up her neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down every inch of skin he could reach. Leaving marks on her skin is like his personal love language.

Alice grins, coaxing her hand back into his hair and tugging so hard Jeff jerks his head back with a groan. “We’ll see if you can make me cum, first. Then you’ll get yours.” A deep chuckle erupted between the two of them.

He’s capturing her lips with his again, nipping at her bottom ones. She whines as he pulls, suddenly forgetting exactly why she had ignored him in the first place.

But Jeff wasn’t done yet, far from it. He chuckles, kissing down her neck again and admiring the flowered bruises beginning to appear there. He fumbles with the button of her jeans, “Remember when I asked if you wanted to go hunting the other day?” Worshiping the valley between her breasts as he hastily tugs down the zipper. “That night, I was so angry with the world that I tracked down that guy myself. He’s buried somewhere in the backyard right now.”

Alice moans, deep and loud, gripping the sheets in her fist as Jeff bites at her abdomen.

And she’s reeling from both his words and the way Jeff rocks his hips into hers now, something hot, and so achingly hard pressing in the damp area between her legs. “Thought I was gonna die when you wouldn’t even look at me.”

“Really?” her breath hitches.

“Nah.”

Alice kicks her leg into his side, knocking the air from his lungs with a huff. “Kidding.” He continues his nips down her body, quicker now, tugging her jeans down her hips with jerky movements until he shackled them off her ankles.

“Every single day,” Fingers dancing across the hem of her panties, “Felt like being punched in the face every time you looked away without sayin’ anything.”

Jeff’s licks down her navel now, humming in confirmation into her skin. “It sucked…” he groans, taking in the first sinful sight of her drenched panties, so damp and flimsy (and after just a few kisses, really?) “The real topper was you talkin’ to the eyeless fucker while you were mopin’, really pissed me off.”

Alice watched, heart racing as Jeff gripped a bruising hand into her hip, nails digging into her skin. His darkened gaze locked on the way her slick built up on the apex of her legs, bare thighs trying to close, to give herself some semblance of dignity. Jeff wouldn’t let her, especially when he’s holding them apart.

“I thought…” He slides his index underneath her panties, up and down, grazing her swollen folds. Her sweet juices pool on his fingertip before he’s popping the digit into his mouth, eyes rolling at the taste, and she’s never seen him look so hungry. “How much of a tease you are.”

Rip.

The cold air brushes against her before she even knew what happened, only when she feels Jeff’s hot breath against her dripping cunt does it hit—this bastard just ripped her panties off. He tore them off her hips, flinging the trashed material somewhere unknown in his room.

Her lips wobble as he just admires her pussy, the way it glistens and clenches around nothing. “Hah- please.”

“Please what?” he grins, and she can feel him licking little circles around her inner thigh, nipping against the muscle at her hip rotator. So close. “Someone so smart has got to know how to use their words.”

“You’re awful.”

“And yet you’re soaked.”

With such a desperate groan that makes Jeff’s cock twitch so painfully in his jeans, she bucks her hips closer to his smug mouth. “Want your mouth on me. Want you to eat me out. Please, Jeffrey.”

He lets out a shuddering breath, “That’s my girl.”

Alice gasps when he surges forward, burying his face nose-deep in her pussy. She holds her breath as he lazily licks up her folds, long, sloppy movements of his tongue all the way from her entrance to her swollen clit, swirling deftly around the sensitive nub.

“Jesus Christ.”

He could be mistaken to be drunk off her pussy with the way he’s so messy, seemingly unable to decide between sucking harshly on her poor, ravaged clit or dipping into her sloppy hole. All the while, his hands are pushing her thighs apart, digging his nails into her soft skin like an anchor. It’s driving her mad, keening and pulling at the sheets beneath her.

Jeff was well and fully intending on ruining Alice for all the stress she had caused both him and herself.

“Shhh, don’t worry, baby,” words muffled into her cunt, “Gonna take real good care of you.” He’s throwing her legs over his broad shoulders, gripping either side of her thighs and pressing the skin tight in his palms.

“Real good care.” Then he’s plunging knuckle-deep into her cunt, the tips of his long fingers massaging her warm walls. It’s messy enough that her slick is trailing down his knuckles, wet noises with every pump. He’s searching for that one spot he knows will have her moaning deliciously, then pressing down, hard. “Gonna have you screamin’ so loud the whole damn mansion hears.”

Alice lets her grip off of the sheets, laying her shoulders back against the mattress while both hands wrap into his hair like a vice. She snags his hair, hard, urging Jeff’s mouth towards her cunt again. Partially because she wanted him there, partially because she really needed him to shut up right now.

And shit, how could he ever say no to his pretty girl?

Jeff is grinning, she can feel it on her throbbing clit as he wraps his lips around it. He’s pumping his fingers in and out, hitting that little spot each and every time, looking like he was absolutely in heaven as he rolls and swirls his tongue against her clit over and over and-

“Sh-shit. Jeffrey-”

“Mmm, yes- fuck, love it when you call me that,” he groans, and oh he’s looking at her like a man half-starved, eyes half-lidded, and such a pretty blush dusting his cheeks. Alice jerks his hair, a wild moan erupting against her core, deep groans following.

“Fuck,” she squirms, shaking, bucking her hips into his touch so desperately. “Missed this so bad.”

He’s becoming frenzied now, drinking in her cute little whimpers like he's never heard them before. But it wasn’t enough, it’s never enough with Jeff.

“Move your hips, yeah- just like that, baby,” Jeff’s grunting and sucking his lips against her own, letting her pull and angle him just as she pleases. Her legs have shifted off his shoulders, feet now pressed into the bedding as she ruts and angles her hips against his mouth.

“You’re too fuckin’ stingy with this body of yours,” the vibrations have her legs jerking violently. “If I had it my way, you’d be cumming downstairs for everyone to see.”

And with that, he’s alternating between lapping at her clit and bullying his tongue through her swollen folds, fingers holding her puffy lips open. Stretching her, thrusting in and out of her sloppy hole, jaw grinding deeper into her as he eats her out like his last meal. “Ngh- fuck, yeah, yeah-”

“Beg for it, c’mon Al, c’mon pretty girl.”

“Wanna cum- Ah! Please, I wanna cum, Jeff.”

One hand is so messy toying with her dripping entrance, not having the patience or the sanity to even draw circles anymore—just quick, hurried patterns to get her off. The other is digging into her hip so hard she was sure it’d leave marks for tomorrow. Jeff makes her drag her sloppy pussy senselessly all over his mouth, using him.

“Hngh- Jeffrey! Ah- fuck- Jeff-” She’s shaking, crying out as she cums—a guttural, strangled moan of Jeff’s name. It’s so violent and hard that she doesn't even realize at first, just that she’s rocking her hips into Jeff, white-hot pleasure behind her movements, blood roaring in her ears.

And he doesn’t stop, not even once. If she were in any better state of mind she’d wonder whether it hurt, whether his fingers were cramping up, whether his tongue was tired. If they were, he didn’t show, only letting her chase her high as roughly as she wanted with growled strings of approval.

Jeff greedily lapped up all her arousal. Even when she’s blinking her vision back, chest heaving as she tries to regain her breath. “J-Jeffrey,” she mewls, stars behind her eyes with each flick of his tongue.

“Just a bit more. Wanna taste all of you, sweetheart.”

Big, fat tears pricked at her eyes from the overstimulation as Jeff finally rose from between her legs. “All done. Now, keep them pretty lil’ legs open for me, baby.”

She’s almost unravelled all over again by the look of pure evil on his face. His hair’s a dishevelled mess thanks to her rough treatment. His nose, mouth, and chin are all glistening with her release, and his lips are set in the smuggest smirk she’s ever seen.

He withdraws his fingers slowly, and Alice whimpers at the loss. His eyes flick down to the bedsheets. “You’ve made a mess,” he says haughtily.

She doesn’t doubt it, she can feel how damp the fabric is beneath her ass.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Fuck me already.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Jeff crawls back up her body, knocking her knees wide as he slots himself back in his favorite position. One hand comes up to wrap itself around her throat, gripping roughly as he pulls her into a filthy kiss, tongues and teeth covered in the taste of her.

Alice whines, gasping through the tension around her airway as Jeff’s free hand reaches down to tear the clasp of his jeans open, tugging the zipper down. He lifts up onto his knees, grabbing the hem of his hoodie and throwing it over his shoulders to somewhere unseen. Alice could never get over that sight—the bulging veins running up his arms, the scar-littered skin from countless nights out, and the hard-earned muscles from wrestling people to the ground in every fight. He was a sight to see.

“Jeff…” she trails off, hand reaching out to brush his waistband. Alice wraps her fingers around both his jeans and boxers, tugging just enough that his throbbing cock springs out, hitting his tight abdomen. Red, and so, so angry, fat tip weeping down his length, already so soaked in precum. He was so intimidatingly long, and after so many times of taking it, still wondered if she could this time.

Jeff hums, raking his eyes across Alice’s naked body with all the reverence of a saint at Sunday service, viewing something holier than he should be.

He slips off the mattress, kicking his jeans down his legs before he’s crawling back onto his girl, kissing every inch of skin he can on his way up.

“You’re so gorgeous, Al,” he mumbles, pushing her bare thighs as far apart as they’d go. He spreads her cunt so shamefully with his thumb, spitting once, twice. Some of it splatters against her thigh as Jeff mixes his saliva with her slick. “Don’t worry, baby, gonna take care of everything.”

Alice flinches as he uses her like some object, quickly liking it more and more as he drags his fat head down her soft folds, wetting himself. It was all the preparation he was going to give her because fuck he needed to be inside her pretty lil’ pussy right now.

Alice groans as Jeff wraps his fist around her throat again, gripping her airway as she wraps her hands around his wrist. Then she feels like she’s being split apart, as if Jeff’s cock was pushing all the way to her lungs as he presses through the first ring of muscle.

“Ah! Ngh- Jeff, what the fuck-” she groans, eyes locked on the way her cunt was stretching so lewdly around his tip, clamping and quivering as he keeps pushing in, inch by fucking inch. No mercy. Absolutely none at all.

And while he sounded like he was on cloud nine, she was having her head spin, torn between wanting to run away from his massive cock and just push herself down for more. His lips claimed hers again, absolutely animalistic because God, he needed to shut up her pretty whines or else Jeff was going to cum right here, right now.

“Breathe, sweetheart, breathe. Ngh- You’ve got it.” Jeff groans into her mouth, fucking into her in mindless, shallow little thrusts just to fit inside her snug cunt. She could’ve laughed, him telling her to ‘breathe’ as if he wasn’t choking her. He sounded like he was losing his sanity each time her heavenly walls sucked him back in. “So fuckin’ tight. Just relax, baby. Oh yeah, just like that. Practically made for me-”

Alice gasps for air when he finally bottoms out inside her, tears streaming down her face and clawing at his shoulders while Jeff’s grip on her throat tightens. Her head is swimming with numbness, the shallow breaths she’s getting making the pressure build in her skull.

Jeff only hums, letting her mark him up all she wants.

“Jeffrey-” she’s moaning through strangled breaths like a mantra, once his angry tip is nudging against the spongy wall of her cervix. The stretch is too much, his cock so thick that she could feel every sweet spot being dragged down his length. “F-fuck, Jeff!”

He chuckles, gritting out through those long, determined grinds. His hand tightens against her throat while the other tugs at her nipples, having himself now fully stuffed inside her cunt, abdomen rubbing against her needy clit. “Can’t hah- keep quiet, can you? Fuckin’ love how needy you are.”

“Sh-shut up-” she mewls, narrowing her eyes.

“Hah- I would.” Jeff grins out so smugly, tilting her chin up as he leans down over top of her, nose inches from hers. “But you can’t.”

And of course, he’s proving his own point by rocking his hips in a heady, fast tandem, abs burning with the ache to fuck her so hard. Jeff bullies two of his long fingers into her mouth, soaking the digits in her saliva, and letting this lewd coating smear down to his knuckles before dipping them down to spread her puffy folds even farther.

“Fuuuck, just look at yourself,” he rasps, the deep gravel of his voice having her gummy walls mold even harder onto the shape of his cock. Jeff tightens one last, hard grip against Alice’s throat, hard enough to make her cough, before releasing her airway. “Let me hear you, baby,” were the only words she got before he was diving down against the red-flushed bruising of her throat. He gave one kiss against her pulseline before he bared his teeth, biting hard against the meat of her shoulder.

Shit, the pain had her grinding and stuttering her hips up to meet Jeff’s unforgiving cadence, arching her body into him like she couldn’t get enough. She tangled her hand into the back of his head, gripping his hair and pulling with all her force. Her legs wrapped around his hips, heels digging into the divots of his back and pressing him deeper into her while her free hand scratched red marks into his shoulder blades.

“You just got- hngh- so impossibly harder at that,” she gasped, throat burning with the previous lack of air. Alice found herself curling around Jeff, limbs clinging to him like a prayer, refusing to let him get too far. “And you call me needy.”

He scoffs, “I’m not the only one.” The fingers still lingering on her cunt moving to toy with her pulsing clit, teasing and toying her nub between two fingers. “Can you just h-hear how loud this pussy of yours is? Bet Jack can hear it, too.”

And it was true, the wet smacks were only getting louder, sloppier, squelching with the push and pull of Jeff’s pounding cock in the same maddening rhythm.

But still, Alice wasn't going to be compliant that easily. Feeling the familiar tingles of her high edging closer, she wanted to break him just one more time. “Nah- I don’t think he can.”

“Oh you’re gonna regret that, pretty girl.”

In all of two seconds, maybe even less than, Jeff’s using his practiced strength to his advantage, prying Alice’s limbs off of him and flipping her over so her front is hitting the soaked sheets, exhausted legs kicked wide to plow into her in such a mean press he has her folded into. Face-down into the mattress, Alice squeals as Jeff’s hand grips at the back of her neck, the other splaying wide in between her shoulder-blades. Her back is arched so painfully low, Jeff’s entire weight pressing down onto her.

The new change in angle makes it even easier for him to slam his hips down, bruising, branding his name onto the swell of her ass. Every snap of his hips leaves a wet slap of skin-on-skin, the noises crude enough to make Alice groan into the sheets, dark hair spilling across the bedding.

“F-fuck, Jeff-” she’s letting out staggered gasps every time he rams his hefty cock into her, fingers latching back on her clit as Jeff reaches underneath her stomach to swipe the pads against her bud of nerves, playing around with it as much as he was playing with her sanity. “I’m so-” she muffles into the sheets.

“What was that?” he interrupts through sloppy, stuttering thrusts, free hand sliding up her neck and into the mess of her hair to turn her head roughly, ‘Can’t hear you, sweetheart.“

“Jeff-” she’s squealing over his rapidly accelerating movements, fighting to babble out coherently, “Jeffrey m’close-”

“Louder.” he’s grinning meanly, hips burning with slowly fatiguing effort because he’s so close, her slick walls gripping him so tight. But where’s the fun if there’s no teasing? “Still can’t hear ya.”

Alice’s voice is shot at this point, “Jeff, m’gonna cum-”

“Louder or m’not gonna let you.”

“Je- Jeffrey- Oh, god- I’m cumming-” It hits him before those loud moans are even leaving her mouth, because her velvety walls are clamping down so snug, molding to the shape of him. Her hands reach back to claw at his hips, nails raking red patterns down the pale skin. “M’cumming- ngh-”

And fuck each and every slam of his hips sends electricity up her spine, bullying her through her high, dragging it out till she thinks she could go insane.

“God- fuck you’re so-” It’s the only hoarse grunt leaving Jeff’s lips before he’s spilling thick ropes of cum into warmth of her cunt. “So perfect-”

Two hands of his lace around her biceps, gripping her arms and pulling her back so impossibly deep onto his thick hilt. He’s cumming and cumming hard like he never has in his life, body out of control with the way he’s stuffing her with every drop of seed. He can’t help himself, his mouth is practically watering by the time he latches his canines around the roundness of her shoulder. He latches down, teeth sinking into the warm flesh until he feels the pop and warm gushes of blood fill his mouth.

Alice cries out, craning her body to the pain and pleasure wrecking her all at once, senses on overdrive.

Jeff shivers at the overspill, gushing out of the corners of her ravaged cunt, painting a creamy ring around his pulsing base. Too much, and yet mindlessly thrusting even sloppier, lapping at the blood that spilling down her collarbone and onto the fabric below.

Jeff almost mistakes the shaky breaths underneath him for laughing until he cranes his neck, and catches an eyeful of Alice’s pretty face soaked in heavy tears. His heart seizes, letting go of her arms before leaning closer to press soft, sinful kisses across her wet cheek.

Alice hiccups, hands reaching back to tug his face down to hers, twisting her body to catch hungry, pitiful kisses. Jeff obliges, holding her chin as he shifts his knees wider. He holds her hips steady, a stern grip as he slides himself from her walls with a crude pop.

Alice whines, hips immediately falling to the mattress as Jeff kisses against the back of her neck, running his fingers through her folds and feeling as his cum dribbles from her cunt onto his bedsheets.

The air was thick with heat and the slow, lingering scent of skin on skin—salt, sweat, and something deeper. Something safe.

Alice was completely still except for the slow, erratic rise and fall of her chest. Her body trembled—not violently, but in tiny, exhausted flinches, like a machine that had run itself into the ground and hadn’t yet realized it could rest.

The tears hadn’t stopped despite Jeff’s kissing them away, beading along her lashes, slipping down her nose and into her hair.

She didn’t make a sound. Not a whimper, not a sob, just silent. Like she was trying to pretend she wasn’t crying at all.

Jeff moved slowly above her, voice low and rough from use.

“Hey…”

He gently rolled her over, hands gentle but stern as Alice limply allowed him to. His fingertips brushed her cheek, wiping away a tear she didn’t acknowledge. His skin was raw with scratches, skin burning with nips and bruises.

“You’re alright,” he murmured. “You’re alright now.”

He kissed her, lightly, just at the corner of her mouth. Then her chin. Then her throat.

Little, reverent touches like she was something sacred, because to him, she was. Always had been.

“You were so good,” he whispered, voice like smoke. “So perfect. Took everything I gave you. Let me see all of you…” He lifted off for just a moment, disappearing and reappearing quickly before she could even wonder where he had gone.

His hand moved between her legs with gentle, practiced ease, cleaning her up with a warm rag he’d gotten from the bathroom. He handled her like something precious—like even though he’d just been inside her, certainly bruising her cervix, he understood the fragility of this afterward.

Alice flinched when the cloth brushed against her, overstimulated nerves twitching under his touch.

“I know, baby,” he whispered. “I know. I got you.”

He leaned in again, kissing across her stomach, the soft skin she’d once tried to hide from him. He didn’t skip an inch. Pressed his lips to every dip, every stretch, every curve like it was a vow.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed. “You hear me?”

She didn’t respond, but her hands slid around his shoulders when he began to wipe at the bite-marks bruised deep into her skin on either side of her neck.

Another tear slid down. Not from pain, though.

Jeff followed it with his mouth, kissing up her ribcage, her sternum, her collarbone, gently murmuring between every touch.

“Every part of you… all of it’s mine. Got it?”

His hands rested on her thighs, warm and steady.

“You’re beautiful, Alice. Every fucking inch.”

That name—her name—sounded different in his voice. Less like a warning or plea, more like a promise.

Alice blinked slowly, breathing shallow. Her voice was barely audible.

“I feel ugly when I cry.”

Jeff smiled, soft and crooked.

“Then lucky me, I get to watch the most beautiful girl be wrong.” He leaned forward, brushing his lips against her eyelids, tasting the salt of her vulnerability.

Alice’s fingers curled weakly into his shoulders. She was still trembling.

Even as Jeff pulled her into the curve of his chest up towards the top of the bed, even as he stroked a slow hand along her spine, her breath came in quiet, shallow pulls, like she didn’t know how to stop. He grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed, throwing it over the two of them as they lay back onto his pillows.

He hated that. Hated that someone had taken something so divine and made her feel unworthy of it.

“You did so good,” he whispered again, lips against her temple. “Took everything I gave you. Gave so much back.”

His voice was low, warm with a kind of wonder he never let anyone hear.

“Let me see you. Let me feel you.”

Alice shifted weakly in his arms, pressing her nose to his throat. He could feel her lashes flutter against his skin. Her hand moved slowly across his chest, fingers trailing faint lines over the raised scars and sinew.

Then, like an instinct she hadn’t bothered to think about, she tilted her face and pressed a soft kiss against his jaw.

Jeff relaxed, melting into the feel as she planted another. Then another.

“…You didn’t have to do that,” she murmured, voice hoarse and low.

“Do what?” he rasped, unsure whether to tease or be serious.

“All of this. The… words. The way you…” She swallowed hard. “Touched me.”

“I wanted to. You’d think after hooking up for so long you’d get the hint.”

Alice smiled against his collarbone, huffing a quiet laugh. He pulled her closer, her leg hooking across his hips as he buried his face in her hair.

“I wanted to take care of you, Alice.” The name came like a breath, a plea, a goddamn prayer. “I wanted to show you what I see when I look at you.”

Alice was quiet.

Then, barely audible, “…Thank you.”

She curled deeper into his chest, her body softening in small, measured degrees. Like every heartbeat she counted between them gave her permission to relax.

Jeff held her like he was terrified she’d vanish if he let go. Like all the progress they had just made might undo itself if he breathed wrong.

And as her breathing slowed, as her grip on him loosened and her mouth went slack against his collarbone, Jeff stared at the ceiling with wide, unblinking eyes.

Ben’s words came crashing back like a bat to the ribs:

“She’s clearly in love with you, by the way.”

Jeff looked down at her—at the girl he killed with, the girl he fucked senseless, and the girl he held now.

The one who cried silently in his bed and let him clean the pieces no one else ever saw.

“…Fuck,” he whispered to himself.

He was in love with her. And it terrified him more than anything he’d ever done.

── .✦

The mission was easy. Too easy.

Two amateur hunters, barely old enough to rent a motel room, armed with night vision cameras and an inflated sense of invincibility. They’d crossed the wrong tree line, set up shop too close to the mansion with whispered tales of “that haunted mansion” and grainy YouTube clips.

Now they were cooling in the dirt—faces frozen in terror, limbs bent the wrong way, blood soaking the underbrush in arterial sprays.

Alice stood over one of them, boot on his chest like it was a paperweight.

She looked calm, collected. That eerie, aloof detachment that always came after the high. Black hair wild, sticking to her cheeks in the humidity, sad eyes sharp with fresh adrenaline.

Jeff watched her, wiping a smear of blood from the curve of his jaw with the edge of his sleeve.

“God, you’re hot when you’re violent,” he drawled, humor heavy in his words.

Alice rolled her eyes, but her mouth twitched—barely. The hint of a smirk.

“Keep talking and I’ll use your spine to roast marshmallows.”

“There she is,” Jeff muttered under his breath, low and pleased.

He fell in step beside her as they started the trek back to the mansion. Trees creaked above them, wind slipping through the canopy, the smell of metal and earth following in their wake.

It should’ve felt like every other mission.

It didn’t.

Not with the way her jacket hood had shifted just enough for him to glimpse a familiar bite mark blooming purple and red against her throat—something he’d left there, mouth drunk on her skin the night before. His stomach flipped, eyes burned.

Alice caught the way he faltered. And worse—she smirked.

“You’re staring,” she said dryly.

“Sue me,” Jeff muttered, yanking at his hoodie, suddenly all too aware of the claw marks slicing across the back of his neck. His nerves buzzed with the ghost of her nails, the way she’d dug into him, how she held on.

God, it was killing him.

But Alice?

She was smiling now like herself again. Laughing at his snarky commentary, blood spattered on her cheek like war paint, shoulders loose. The fog that had wrapped around her for the last week had lifted.

He wanted to believe he’d helped with that.

As they neared the edge of the woods, silence fell between them—not awkward, but electric.

Then, casually—so casually it nearly knocked the wind out of him—Alice reached over and slid her hand into his.

Jeff stopped breathing.

Her fingers laced through his like she’d done it a thousand times. Her hand was cold, steady.

He looked down at her, heart slamming against his ribs like a caged animal.

“Thanks for last night,” she said, voice low and honest.

And before he could even blink, she leaned up and pressed a soft, fleeting kiss against his cheek.

That did it.

Jeff turned to her, something feral and human crashing together behind his eyes.

“Fuck it,” he muttered.

He grabbed her wrist, yanked her toward him, and spun her around into his arms. Alice let out a surprised sound—half-gasp, half-laugh—before his mouth was on hers.

The kiss was deep, hungry, slow at first, then messy, desperate, like he didn’t know how to say it with words yet, so he used his teeth and his tongue instead.

Alice melted into him.

Her hands slid up under his hoodie, clutching at his sides, fingernails brushing old wounds like second nature.

When he finally pulled back, they were both breathless.

“Yeah,” Jeff said, still holding her jaw. “You’re mine, now. Got it?”

Alice raised an eyebrow, cheeks flushed. But her eyes were soft.

“…I’ll think about it.”

── .✦

The mansion came into view just as the last of the blood dried under their fingernails.

Jeff still hadn’t let go of her hand. Alice didn’t pull away.

The heavy wooden door creaked open under Jeff’s boot, the warmth of the mansion spilling out with the scent of iron, damp wood, and cigarette smoke. It smelled like home—if your home was crawling with violent psychopaths and ghost-thin things that watched from the stairwells.

Eyeless Jack was waiting for them in the foyer like some undead receptionist, arms crossed, head tilted.

“You’re late,” he said flatly.

Jeff rolled his eyes. “Sorry, Doc. Got caught up. You know, the usual.”

Jack’s gaze flicked to Alice—and stopped.

Jeff felt her stiffen beside him just slightly, but not from fear.

Jack’s mask turned subtly, and though his face was nothing but empty black voids, his presence oozed that keen awareness that made your skin itch.

“You look… healthier,” he said to her, voice low. Observant. “Back to normal?”

Alice shrugged, casual as ever. “Had a good night.”

A beat of silence.

Then Jack’s eyeless face turned just enough toward Jeff, and Jeff swore he could feel the bastard smirking under the mask.

“Must’ve been something in the air.”

Jeff grunted. “You done playing shrink?”

But before Jack could respond, a familiar digital glitch cracked through the hallway light—followed by an obnoxious, echoey voice.

“Well, well, well… would you look at this shit.”

Ben floated down the hallway, smirking like the smug little pixel demon he was, green hoodie loose around his frame, eyes practically glowing. He circled them like a vulture smelling sex and secrets.

“What’s the matter, Jeff? Couldn’t keep it in your pants again?”

Jeff growled, but Ben ignored him.

“And Alice,” Ben said, grin wide. “Nice to see your resting bitch face upgraded to post-orgasm serenity.”

Alice didn’t blink. “Nice to see you’re still trying to be relevant as a 2000’s pixie prince.”

Ben clutched his chest like she’d stabbed him. “Oof. Damn. No pillow talk defense from your boy?”

Jeff took a threatening step forward.

Ben raised both hands innocently. “Hey, hey—no need to get all territorial. Just happy to see you two finally admitting you’re more than just murder buddies with benefits.”

“We’re not—” Jeff started.

Ben cut him off with a look so knowing it made Jeff want to strangle him with his own controller cord.

“Sure, sure,” Ben said dryly. “Just make sure you take care of her properly, okay? She’s not like the others. She doesn’t need you to be perfect. She just needs you to stop being a coward.”

That hit deeper than Jeff wanted it to.

Ben gave Alice a short nod—an unspoken “you okay?” that passed between them like a secret code. She gave the faintest tilt of her head.

Then Ben turned, pixelated for half a second, and vanished back into the hallway.

Silence returned like a held breath.

Jeff looked at Jack.

Jack looked at Alice.

Alice looked bored.

“…I fucking hate it here,” Jeff muttered.

Jack clapped a hand on his shoulder as he passed. “Careful, Jeff. You’re starting to sound like someone with feelings.”

── .✦

The bathroom light buzzed overhead, flickering once before settling into a dim, hazy glow.

Alice stood at the sink in a bra and jeans, blood splattered along her arms like abstract art, the edge of a cut curling near her ribcage. The water ran pink down the drain as she cleaned up the wound. Steam fogged the mirror. Her black hair clung damply to her neck.

Jeff stood behind her, shirtless, a towel slung over his shoulder as he cleaned the gash on his collarbone. The claw marks on his back were deep, angry red. Her doing. Neither of them had said a word in minutes.

The quiet wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was heavy.

Jeff set the towel down and stepped toward her, catching her eye in the mirror. His hand brushed her waist gently, reverently.

“You okay?” he asked.

Alice met his gaze in the mirror. Something soft flickered there—quiet, unsure, but she gave a small nod.

“Yeah,” she said. “I am now.”

Jeff swallowed. His fingers curled just a little tighter at her side.

“You were scaring the shit outta me, y’know,” he muttered, eyes still locked on hers. “Thought I broke something I couldn’t fix.”

She turned then, slowly, to face him.

“You didn’t break anything,” she whispered. “I was already broken. I just… refused to let you see it.”

He stared at her.

Then he kissed her.

It wasn’t hungry this time. Wasn’t rough or teasing or laced with tension. It was slow. Intentional. Warm.

He kissed her like he was memorizing her—like maybe, if he tried hard enough, he could make her believe what the mirror never had. What the people around her convinced her to think wasn’t true.

When they pulled apart, Alice exhaled shakily, hands pressed to his bare chest.

Jeff leaned his forehead against hers. Voice low.

“I like every inch of you. Every scar. Every look. Every fucked-up, sharp-edged part.”

Alice’s throat bobbed. Her lashes fluttered.

“I know,” she whispered. “And that’s so scary.”

Jeff smiled.

“Good,” he said. “Let’s be scared together.”

She let out a breath that could’ve been a laugh—or the sound of something beginning to heal.

Then she leaned in and kissed his jaw.

And just like that, they finished cleaning up—blood washed down the drain, but something else left behind, unseen, lingering in the steam and the quiet touch of their fingers brushing once more.

Something real. Something new.

Something good.

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