Degenerate Creepypasta Smut (18+)

no.1 - Jeff the Killer x OC

Author's Note: This  fic was taken from a previous fanfic I was writing that was much longer, but wasn't really going anywhere so I deleted it. Still, I loved this smut scene so here it is, enjoy it as much as I did. Basically to catch you up, this girl (Em) gets brought to the creepypasta mansion or whatever by Jeff as his girlfriend, Sally lays some cold hard truth on Em about why she actually came here, and now you're caught up.

Kinks: Dominance/submission, knives, blood/bleeding, pain, degrading, breath play

Sitting on Jeff's bed, Em let her fluffball of a cat purr in her lap. She wished she felt like purring like a cat, but ever since the kid Sally had called her out for being emotionally lost, she'd been upset. Why did she feel like Sally was right? Was she lost? Was she running away from her life rather than just trying to live with Jeff here in the mansion? Surely she couldn't be using Jeff as an escape.

The questions boiled in her mind, the tears searing her cheeks and throat as she began to cry. Missy didn't quite understand, after all she was a cat, but the presence of the feline provided some even if little comfort to the tearful woman.

Making his way back to the room where Em was, Jeff unlocked the door and entered, locking it behind him. The sounds of soft sobbing and whimpers put him on immediate alert, making his way over to the bed and sitting next to her, arms wrapped protectively around his lover. "What's going on?" He asked softly, delicately, as if a word may shatter her to pieces.

"I just.. I don't know.. I just ... I guess Sally's thing about me feeling lost got to me." Jeff nodded understandingly, and moved the cat off of her lap so that he could pull her into a protecting hug. "She's only 12," Jeff mentioned, continuing with the same delicate tone "She doesn't always know when it's appropriate to comment on something like she did."

"Is it true though?" Em whispered through tearful hiccups. "That I'm lost, and that's why I'm really here?"

Jeff pondered and held her tighter. "I can't answer that for you, but I know I was. These people are more family to me now than I've ever had."

Em's sobbing was beginning to slow, but her arms holding him close was an indicator she wasn't feeling any better yet.

"Because they kill people too? They're like you in that way?"

Jeff shrugged lightly. "They understand the things I went through to become the way I am. You don't kill your family at 13 years old and decide to keep going by murdering neighborhood kids just because you're naturally fucked up. I mean I guess.. I am naturally a sadist, but there were ... environmental factors at play too. I killed them because they hurt people. I killed them because they didn't deserve to live. The people here know that kind of primal rage."

It was at the least unsettling to hear Jeff describe his thoughts on why he killed his parents, neighborhood kids and their parents, as well as presumably his brother. Em had always figured it was because Jeff was bloodthirsty and part of him wanted to choose who lived or died. Then again, if all he wanted was to kill, what would he be doing with Em? And with all that being true, how lost was Em really, if she was so deeply in love with him despite his sickeningly cruel nature? The questions swirling in her brain caused her to whisper out loud, unfiltered "I just want to be okay.."

"You will be, in time" Jeff responded, his raspy voice somehow gentle and reassuring. "I've been there. Just wanting the pain to stop."

After half an hour or more of gentle reassurance and holding one another, Jeff made a proposition. "How about we take a shower, yeah? It'll help clear your head. First thing I learned here, showers are always a good way to relax."