You had begged Jeff for hours! He kept refusing, continuously sharpening his blade in front of you as you clung to his back, legs wrapped around his waist from behind. You couldn't see it but he was smiling as he kept refusing you...
Until you gave the ultimatum.
"Jeff....I won't kiss you ever again until you take me with you!" You pouted behind him, your (H/C) hair a mess around your shoulders. He froze, muscles tensing beneath your hands. He stood up, pulling away from you. When he looked at you, you saw the steel in his eyes, his clenched jaw, his fisted hands.
"Fine! But when you run screaming away because of who I am...." He trailed off, running a hand through his silken black hair. You stood up and wrapped your arms around him, tucking your hands into his back pockets and kissing away the frown that tried to pull at his cut in smile. He looked down at you, draping his arms over your shoulders and toying with the loose strands of your hair. "You are way too good at negotiating with me." He whispered, lowering his mouth to yours. You two kissed for a long minute before he pulled away. "Well, if you're going with me, you're going to need to change out of what you're wearing....despite how good those boy shorts and my hoodie look on you..." Jeff winked as you blushed, pulling away to go get dressed.
You darted into your walk in closet while Jeff searched for the kawaii knife you were given on Christmas. You returned wearing your (F/B) hoodie and black leggings with (F/C) combat boots. You grinned at him as he tugged on one of your pig-tails, smirking at the cute hairstyle.
"Oh come on, you can't look like a child without a cute little skirt, Babe" he muttered, yanking out a (F/C) semi floofy skirt that came up just above your knees. You giggled and put it on, and Jeff handed you your knife, brandishing his in the low light. "Now we're ready, Babe." He lead you out of your window and into the tree. As he climbed down he let you jump into his arms and you both raced through the woods.~sorry, I'm not in the mood for filler details, le time skip!~
He climbs into the slightly open window before you, holding a finger to his lips. He pulled you to the side of the window, so both of you were standing in semi complete darkness. The teenage boy stirred and woke up slightly. He sat up in bed, looking around the room in a sleep haze. He saw you first because you were closer to the window. Something filled your veins with a humming sensation and you were practically bouncing on your toes with the nervous energy. You were grinning like a maniac at him, your smile almost as wide as Jeff's.
"Stacy? Is that you? What are you doing in my room?" The boy grunted, reaching for his bedside lamp. He paused when he finally saw Jeff. He bolted upright, but Jeff was already there, holding the knife to his throat.
"Come on, Babe...you wanted to join my hunt, you have to help me help him....Go. To. Sleep...." He laughed quietly. You skipped forward, your pigtails bouncing and your skirt swishing. The boy widened his eyes as he saw your knife and your crazed smile. You took Jeff's place and he stood behind you, his hand on your shoulder. You smiled up at him and he smiled softly down at you, the gleam in his eye twinkling at you.
"Hush now, Darling. This will only hurt....a lot...." You giggle, caressing his cheek with your blade. The boy whimpered but was paralyzed in fear.
You placed your blade at the left corner of his mouth, turning it upwards. He quivered in fear but stayed silent. Your smile began to fade as the humming completely took over your body. Instead you glared at him, hatred burning in the (E/C) depths of your eyes. You suddenly slashed into his face, carving a smile similar to Jeff's, then did the same to the other side. The boy began to scream. You silenced him by cutting out his tongue. You held it up for him to see then threw it away. Jeff was laughing behind you as you mutilated him slowly, torturously, until he gurgled up blood and choked on his own vomit. You then stabbed deep into his gut and twisted the knife, spilling his innards all over the floor and bed, blood gushing everywhere. You giggled and took your red hand to your lips, rubbing the warm blood on your cheeks and lips in a vivid red smile to match Jeff's. Then you kissed the boy on the forehead and stood up beside Jeff.
Pride gleamed in Jeff's dark eyes.
"Great job, Babe. He looks wonderful!" You both stared at the carnage before leaving through the window. You made one more stop so Jeff could get a good kill in before the night was through.
Back at home you washed up and hid your soiled and bloody clothes in the base of your closet where no one looked. You then stayed up with Jeff until the early morning watching (Y/F/M) ~your favorite movie~. Jeff then left, so your parents wouldn't see him, leaving only one comment with you before disappearing.
"We should do that again sometime, Babe. It was sexy seeing you carve him up."~heyo my readers!~
So I know it's graphic and all, but ya know, I just thought this should be special. Jeff hates 'hunting' with others, he's just so damn independent! But for you, he would do anything....
~Jazz out!~
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Be His Light
RomanceJeff The Killer x Reader...Creepypasta yo It's my first story! (/).(\) please go easy on meeeee! WARNING: I am horribly romantic *sigh* and I might include smut.....shhhhh....just accept it... Side note: I wrote this like forever ago. My stories and...