Killing Spree (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Chapter Eight - Nothing Platonic

"Wait, what?" I asked, wanting to confirm if I heard him right.
"I said," he smiled, "I love you, (y/n). More than I love myself. And that's saying a lot. There's something about you. You're so unique. So gorgeous. You express yourself in the cutest of ways - bad jokes, dark clothing, a massive tattoo on your back, everything. You're not afraid to speak your mind and defend yourself. You're so sarcastic and condescending but you're so little. You're like a foot shorter than me but you can accomplish so much. I fell for you the night we met. Though it's a little gruesome, I was serious about killing you. But the way you defended yourself and literally brought me to my knees sparked something inside of me that I've never felt before. The way you would cleverly insult me, though it hurt, is one of the most beautiful things about you. You don't just throw names at someone; you condescend them, get sarcastic with them, make them question themselves. You seem to have a talent at getting inside of people's heads. And I love it.
"I love everything about you. Your warm (e/c) eyes, your (f/c) hair, your smile, your sense of humor, your understanding personality, your creativity. You've proven yourself more than capable to everyone we know in a span of a few days and it baffles me. Everyone already loves you, be it as a friend or more."
"I-I don't know what to say," I said as I started tearing up. "That's so sweet, Jeff. I love you too." Jeff's face lit up and he kissed me all over my face for a good two minutes.
"So?" he asked expectantly, "will you be mine, (y/n)?"
"Of course. That shouldn't even be a question." I heard Toby and Clocky 'awwing,' Toby appearing to have teared up a bit.
"That was so beautiful," he said, wiping a tear away from his eye.
"Oh by the way, I got the picture you asked for, Jeff," said Clocky holding up a camera.
"Yay! Let me see." Clockwork handed jeff a cheap digital camera so he could look at the image she captured. It showed Jeff kissing me, a loving expression on both of our faces. It showed my crimson cheeks well and now I had to suffer the fact that everyone is gonna have access to that picture for the rest of my . The problem isn't that I was kissing Jeff. The problem was that I don't want permanent proof of me blushing. I quickly got over it and the four of us walked home.

When we got home, Jeff and I showered together. We didn't even do anything sexual. We just washed each other's hair and that was that. Honestly, it was quite romantic. "What's your favorite food?" Jeff asked me. Not questioning why he wanted to know, I told him.
"Steak," I answered.
"Awe, same. Well I'm gonna go talk to the boss. Meet me out on the balcony an in hour." Jeff wasn't good at keeping surprises from me. I knew he was gonna have Slendy make us dinner and I knew he wanted it to be a romantic date on the balcony. That said, I got myself ready.
I put a cute plaid dress and stilettos on after doing my makeup in a dramatic smokey eye. I went out on the balcony around the time Jeff requested and found him sitting at a candle lit table. He was wearing black skinny jeans, black high top Converse, a black dress shirt (that wasn't tucked in), and a red tie. As a matter of fact, he looked quite sexy. "Hey babe," he said. "You look gorgeous in that. Well, scratch that. You're always gorgeous."
"Awe thank you, love," I blushed. "You look amazing."
"When do I not?" I giggled at his confident response and sat down across from him. There was a steak at my side of the table made just the way I like it- rare. There was a bubbling glass of champagne next to my plate of delicious looking food, eagerly waiting for me to take my first sip. "I kinda wanna get you drunk," Jeff said, noticing me eyeballing my glass.
"Well aren't you romantic?" I chuckled.
"You know it."
"We'll see. Maybe if you play your cards right." Jeff smirked, making the sexiest expression I've ever seen.
"I've played my cards right so far. I'm confident that I'll be able to do it again." I blushed and cut into my steak, revealing the cool, red center.
"This looks delicious," I said. "And judging by how amazing the food Slendy makes, I'm confident it'll taste even better than it looks."
"Oh trust me, it does," Jeff confirmed.
I bit into my steak and my eyes widened. You know that feeling you get when you bite into something that's so delicious your salivary gland tingles? It's also known as a 'foodgasm.' Anyway, that's what I experience with every. Single. Bite. "Oh my God," I said, "this is fucking life."
"I thought I was," Jeff pouted.
"You are, but I haven't gotten to taste you yet." Jeff winked at me in response to my comment.
"Don't worry, you will in a few hours," he smirked at me again, making my lower half tingle.
"Is that so?"
"It is. And playing hard to get is only gonna make things worse for you in the long run."
I blushed and asked, "how so?"
"I can last for hours. You're not the only one who can be a tease."
"Don't worry, I can control myself."
"So can I." Well played, Jeff. Well played. What a fucking hornbucket.
As Jeff and I finished our steaks, Masky and Hoody walked out onto the balcony with two slices of cheesecake. "You have no idea how hard it is for us to do this," Masky said.
Hoodie continued, "but because we're happy for you two, we want you to have this as a celebratory gift." The two men sat two plates of cheesecake covered in strawberry filling. They went back inside and I dug into my cheesecake. No wonder they like it so much, I thought.
Jeff and I finished off about three bottles of champagne together, which in turn got me a bit drunk. I wasn't belligerent, but I was close. Jeff was barely even tipsy. But when you think about it, he's a lot bigger than me which in turn allows him to hold his alcohol better. Not to mention the fact that champagne doesn't have a very high alcohol content in the first place. I'm just a lightweight.
Jeff carried me up to our bedroom and gently laid me down on the bed. I looked up at him expecting him to get his freak on, but instead he deflated his air mattress and put it away. "Oh, so we're sharing a bed now? Kinky," I joked. My sense of humor tends to get even dumber when I'm intoxicated. If you wanna hear a dumb joke or pun, get me drunk or high. I can guarantee it'll work.
"Of course we are, babe."