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eyeless jack - strict. no matter how many times you try to make him give up on the bet, he doesn't budge. it doesn't matter if you sit on his lap or grind against him when you sleep. he does not give up. when the month is over, he devours you and makes sure to reward you as an apology.
hoodie - just as strict, but also just a man. at first, he doesn't give in, trying his best to ignore you even if you try to seduce him. whispering naughty thoughts in his ear, purposely not wearing underwear around him doesn't faze him. (it does, but he doesn't want to give up) it wasn't until he caught you touching yourself and moaning his name one night. what type of boyfriend would he be if he ignored his partner's needs?
masky - claims he was never a part of it, but ended up challenging himself. after the third week of you not being underneath him, he ultimately decided it's a stupid challenge because why would he ever give a chance to see you in tears?
jeff the killer - the one who started the bet. he acts all cocky and was the one boasting, saying he would last the longest. so, why is he almost two weeks in and already stuffing you? genuinely thinks no one in the mansion will hear you if he puts a hand over your mouth to cover up your moans.
ticci toby - poor guy didn't stand a chance, everyone knew. you didn't even have to try to seduce him or anything; he just folded. it wasn't his fault, though. how dare jeff drag him into this stupid bet he didn't even want to do. how dare tobys stupid ego agree to this bet. it was around the second day that he really struggled. toby isn't a sex addict, but him not being inside you was torture for him.
You know when your boyfriend is home when you start hearing TikTok memes said out loud at the most random times. any day & every day is a new meme that will continue to stick around like the plague until he finds a new meme to terrorize everyone with
you'll be in your room, typing and tapping away at your computer. trying to finish this assignment before getting up and doing anything at all. just to be interrupted by him busting in your space you call a room
"baaabbee..question"
You didn't bother to look up from the screen, knowing it'd be some bullshit anyways
"'babe' probably doesn't have an answer"
he continues, not bothering to acknowledge your dismissive tone
"Ok ok...it's very important so you have to answer truthfully!"
You nodded along his words, finally looking up from your computer screen giving him your full undivided attention.
"okay so, if I asked politely..would you call me baby boo?"
immediately he had a pen launched right at him no hesitation.
small but still affective.
"GET OUT!"
"OW! I was just asking!"
"I couldve had 4 questions done by now!"
...
It goes silent. you finally gain the focus to go back to what you were doing
"Will you though...?"
"Out."
"Please?"
"no."
"pleaseeee..??"
"not happening."
now hes whining like a child complaining that the love of his life wont call him baby boo
and due to you not acknowledging it he shuts his mouth
...
...
"beefing wit my chick while im in jail--"
....
"Are you sure you have no Idea how your boyfriend got a Chromebook thrown at his head? these injuries look pretty serious!"
"yes ma'am! Im assuming it fell down on him or something, I’ll make sure to look after him more!"
his large, bleach-white hands gripped your thighs, hugging them tightly, just as your walls did around his cock, feeling every thrust,
every throb.
"fuck, oh, fuck"
growling, gasping moans escaping his scarred lips, surprising you that his cut smile could grow any wider than so.
your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him into you more, as if he couldn't get any closer, with his larger charred and blood-stained hoodie fanning off your body, breasts swaying and teasing him as they peaked out from under, revealing you bare.
he couldn't help himself but bring a calloused hand to one, squeezing it maybe a bit too harshly, creating a whimpering yelp from your lips, gasp caught in your throat.
your throat, in which he brought a hand to wrap around, squeezing just enough to stop your breathing, pussy clenching just as his hand did around your neck.
he thrusts sloppy, with his body jolting and twitching with the least bit control, just letting his body do all the work as he plowed into you, overstimulating your poor little cunt.
"-s' too much, pl-pleas-ah!-"
he felt you only continue to tighten around him, your head faltering backwards on his pillow as he pushed deeper, cock curving into your g-spot, giving you a kiss as he spat at you.
"-t's that, pretty? can't hear you, bitch, t' busy..." your eyes opened to scanned back to his voided ones, his face now closer to yours as his breath pet your heated cheeks, his long jet hair tickling your face and jaw.
''m gonna fuck you right to sleep, slut"
he groaned, loud, as you brought your hands to his white face, your mouth hung open, your eyes rolled back, and you couldn't help the way your body squirmed as he fucked you.
"you're so beautiful"
you whine, now lightheaded and breathless as his hand that clenched your throat didn't falter, hips bucking as you found a high, and rode it.
that had sent him over the edge, maybe farther, he was wild. you calling him beautiful. it's the only thing he'd ever want to hear from anyone.
he fucked absolutely feral, but if you ever call him beautiful, in any circumstance, he'll be putty in your hands.
his grunts and movements now animalistic, his eyes growing surprisingly wider than you've ever thought for someone lacking eyelids.
He groaned, towering above you as his face was inches from yours, lips teasing ragged lips.
🖇️ a/n: FIRST TIME DOING A SMAU LETS GOO jeff has been rotting my brain so bad i hope yall like it. hes probably a bit ooc in this tho but shhh
🖇️ synopsis: a silly text exchange leads to sillier miscommunications (smau + writing)
🖇️ cw: pre established relationship, jeff being possessive, flirting/sexual innuendos but nothing explicit, teasing, fluff
🖇️ dividers
the wind is brisk when you open the door and yank him inside by the front of his hoodie, and you giggle at his disgruntled expression. Jeff glares down at you, eyes narrow and lips pursed, yet no amount of faux irritation can conceal the way he leans ever so slightly into your touch. the world outside is cold, but you're the epitome of warmth to him, and if he were a good, honorable man, he'd leave you alone- but Jeff has never been anything of the sort. he's drawn to you like a moth to flame, and he won't hesitate to crawl inside of the glass.
"y'fucking left me out there to freeze", he grumbles, feigning nonchalance as you press a kiss to his cheek, but his lip quirks up into a smirk all the same.
"oh, you poor thing," you coo condescendingly, and his grin immediately drops to a sneer.
"you shut up," he growls, and you roll your eyes.
"make me," you tease, and although its cliche, he falls for it as he jolts forward. you yelp, turning and running towards the stairs, laughing as hard as you can as your boyfriend practically tears your house apart to get to you. he bumps into an end table that wobbles precariously, groaning at the way the sharp corner had scraped his side. you both know he was only fooling around- if he wanted to, he could catch you in an instant with terrifying force, but that only adds to the thrill of the chase. you stumble up the steps and almost make it to your bedroom when he tackles you, grinning so hard that a bit of blood trickles from where his scars split his face. dark hair frames you both, his eyes wild with manic energy.
ypu both tumble to the floor, him pinning you down with ease as his hands run up and down your aides, holding you down as you writhe.
"s'what you get for fucking with me", he whsipers, and you yelp when he pinches ypur side teasingly. his hand stays there, hovering before it slips upwards under your shirt to rest over bare skin. his fingers are like ice, the freezing cold from outdoors still nipping at you both.
after a few more seconds of struggle your squirming subsides, and you glare up at his grinning face. inky black hair tickles your cheek as he leans in close, and you can feel his breath on your neck as he lazily kisses your cheek. his nose is cold as it rests against your temple, just inhaling your scent as he uses you to warm up. after a few seconds of silence, you feel compelled to break the quiet.
"missed you," you murmur, free hand rising to tangle in his hair. "s'been a while".
"yeah, yeah," he hums, but pulls off of you to lean back on his haunches, still towering over you with his signature grin. the way your nails scrape his scalp makes him shiver, but he'd rather shave off all his hair and eat it than admit that to you.
"y'missed me that bad, huh?"
"whatever you say", you reply, and he rolls his eyes. slowly you sit up, pulling yourself off the hardwood floors to meet him as he simultaneously rises to his feet. he's still wearing his combat boots, and you chastise him to take off his shoes while he ignores every word you say, instead focusing on how cute you look when irritated.
"...seriously Jeff, it's not sanitary-" you're abruptly cut off by another kiss, and you can feel him smiling against your lips. large, calloused hands frame your face as he kisses you hot and messy, all the previous cold melting away when he pushes you up against the wall. you open your mouth to continue your argument but he smothers you yet again, lips covering yours as he attempts to ravish you out of reprimanding him.
"i know what you're doing," you mumble, and he snickers. "oh really? enlighten me, please"
"doting on me is NOT going to make me less annoyed", you grumble, pulling your face away to state your opinion as his kisses litter your face. you both know that you're lying through your teeth, but he likes it when you pretend you aren't completely smitten for him. it's just ten times more fun to prove you wrong.
"oh really?" he interrupts each word with another messy kiss, tongue running over your bottom lip and making you dizzy. "seems like my plan is working perfectly to me".
"you're the worst, y'know that?" you grumble, but you let his tongue slip inside your mouth all the same. "mhm," you can feel the vibrations of his mumble reverberating inside your mouth as he replies, while a sneaky hand traces lazy circles on your hips.
"y'know you love me," he snickers, repeating his previous statement from your text messages that had started this whole menagerie. you huff against his lips and he inhales your breath, swallowing everything you give him like a man who's been starved.
"you know i do".
🖇️ a/n: is rhis mid? probably. do i like it? yes !!! also this is lowkey not proofread any spelling mistakes were the fault of my alter ego. all in all i hope u enjoyed, feel free to send in smau requests the person who told me postfully was hard to use was a LIARRRRR
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synopsis: unable to sleep, you spend the early hours of the morning snacking in the mansion's kitchen, only to be interrupted by a sleepy and high jeff in search of food. (there’s a brief mention of sucking some dick LMFAO)
the kitchen was one of the few places in the mansion that actually felt calm after midnight. the overhead lights were off, leaving only the soft glow above the stove to spill across the countertops. outside, rain tapped lazily against the windows, and somewhere deeper in the house, an old pipe groaned.
you sat alone at the kitchen island, one leg hooked over the rung of the stool, absentmindedly eating barbecue chips straight from the bag while scrolling through your phone. it wasn't hunger that had kept you awake, just one of those nights where sleep refused to come.
a door clicked somewhere upstairs. a minute later, footsteps drifted down the hallway. it was peaceful for about another ten seconds before jeff wandered into the kitchen looking like he'd rolled straight out of bed.. or, knowing him, out of ben's room.
his hood was nowhere in sight. instead, his long black hair hung loose around his shoulders, slightly tangled from lying down earlier. a black tank top exposed the faded scars running along his arms, while a pair of loose soft pajama pants sat low on his waist. his eyes were glassy, movements a little slower than usual, though there was still that familiar arrogance in the way he carried himself.
one hand rubbed absently at the back of his neck as he wandered toward the fridge without paying much attention. then he noticed you. sitting perfectly still in the dim light. his entire body gave a quick, instinctive jolt. his shoulders tensed, one foot planted back on reflex, and his head snapped toward you before his brain seemed to catch up with what he was seeing.
you blinked.
“..hey.”
another beat passed and recognition settled over his face.
"..oh."
he recovered almost instantly, smoothing his expression into its usual bored look. like nothing had happened. like he’d meant to do that. a quiet laugh slipped out through your nose.
jeff shot you an irritated glance. "...the fuck're you laughing at, woman?"
"you."
his brow twitched. "fuck off."
he dismissed you with a lazy flick of his wrist, already turning away as if the conversation wasn't worth another second of his attention. like that settled the matter, he brushed past you and pulled open the refrigerator. cold light spilled across the floor while he stood there, staring inside with an almost comical amount of concentration. you watched him for a moment before speaking.
"are you high?"
"no."
the answer came so quickly it made you smile.
he continued scanning the shelves in complete silence, brow slightly furrowed as if the leftovers had personally offended him. without so much as looking your way, he reached over. his hand disappeared into your bag of chips and you paused mid-scroll.
"..are you serious."
he pulled out a fistful, already eating them before his arm had fully withdrawn.
"bruh, they were right there. not a big deal.”
"they were in my lap."
a shrug. he didn't seem to find anything strange about it. eventually, he settled on some leftover pizza, shut the fridge with his hip, and tossed the container onto the counter while the microwave hummed to life.
the kitchen fell quiet again. you could hear the rain. the steady ticking of the clock. jeff leaning against the counter while waiting for the microwave, absently crunching through the chips he'd stolen. when it finally beeped, he grabbed the pizza and turned toward the doorway. you figured that was the end of it. until he passed behind your stool.
without breaking stride, he casually reached down, plunged his hand into the bag again, and walked off with another generous handful. like the chips had always belonged to him.
you stared after him for a second before calling down the hallway. "i hate you!"
jeff didn't even bother turning around. he simply lifted one hand in a lazy, dismissive wave, still chewing. “you didn’t say allat while you was suckin’ this dick last night."
the sound of his footsteps faded upstairs, leaving you alone in the kitchen. you looked down at the noticeably lighter bag in your lap.
"..fat fuck.."
somewhere above you, his muffled voice carried through the ceiling.
