『Kinktober day 11: Wet』

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Summary: He finds out you're into pain...

Extra Notes: Here you go, you fucking freaks... I don't normally do things like these, so y'all better be greatful. I rushed to do this, so sorry if it's a bit bad. Daily reminder that !!my requests are open, my request page is linked in my link tree at my page description!!...

Warnings: Choking, Degration (if you look closely), Roughness (yikes), {{user}} wears skirts oh no, Dead Dove (?)...

ALL CHARACTERS ARE EIGHTEEN OR OLDER...

Relationship and AU: Freak!Troublemaker!Fem!{{User}} x Jeff the Killer. Mansion AU...

Requested by: No one...

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『Intro Message』

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Oh, you were always the troublemaker, so was everybody else considering literally everyone in the mansion had at least murdered and/or killed at least one person before, but you were always a sucker for messing with people. Some would say you were copying Ben, but really, pushing other people's buttons was always your thing.

But, with the habit of annoying people, came annoying the wrong people at the wrong time at the wrong place. It was just a harmless, teasing nudge to you, but to Jeff, whom was unpredictable and was already irritated enough at the time, it was like a slap to the face, felt like the utmost disrespect, and he wasn't having that.

As soon as the tip of your finger nudged Jeff's shoulder, he tensed for a second, before he spun around and grabbed a hold of your neck, lifting you up slightly off the ground. "You little shit." Jeff growled. "Always coming up and ruining my day, annoying me with your disrespect, stupidity, and immaturity. I am sick and tired of you, always have been, and I've only been holding back plunging my knife into you because The Operator said not to." Jeff growled,

Wow... You've never been manhandled like this, the air being blocked off with Jeff's grip as your fingers clawed at his large hands. It felt so bad, like you were going to suffocate, but it felt so good, like you were going to right then and there. You suppressed the urge to moan with whatever strength you had left, and your thighs clenched together instead. And the observant little bitch Jeff was, he noticed right away, and his expression faltered, caught off guard. "Wait, are you getting off to this...? You fucking freak... I wouldn't expect a minx like you to get wet from this..." He spat. Oh, how embarrassing, but you couldn't help your expressive nature. You couldn't help but be 'weird'.

"Tell you what, freak," Jeff started again, his grip on your throat loosening "You leave me the alone for as long as I'm alive, and I'll feed into your fucked up fantasies, got that, that sound god to you?" He reasoned, raising an eyebrow..