This was requested so long ago, Iβm so sorryπ Iβm having a bunch of personal problems rn, so Iβm not writing like at all. Enjoy!
- First was friends with you, as you both were accepted/introduced into the mansion at the same time
- As feelings grew, so did his frustrations. He didnβt *want* to like you like that. You were his best friend, and he wasnβtβ¦ gay. He didnβt think.
- Lots of internalized homophobia, and he took it out on you a LOT in the beginning.
- But as time went on, he slowly warmed up to the idea. Still struggling at times, but maybe it wasnβt so bad.
- Eventually, he was open about you guys dating, and was shocked at how much everyone else didnβt care. He didnβt realize how many creeps WERE gay. Bro was actually baffled.
- Beyond protective. Youβre his first openly known boyfriend, you were not to be looked at wrong
- Smile Dog loves you.
- If and when you guys have arguments or fight, thatβs who he goes to. Heβll sit down, talk to smile about what happened, realize he was the asshole, and then crawl into your bed.
- No apologies tho. Youβre crazy if you think THE Jeffery Woods is apologetic.
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ποΈ 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
ποΈ synopsis: a silly text exchange leads to sillier miscommunications (smau + writing)
ποΈ cw: pre established relationship, jeff being possessive, flirting/sexual innuendos but nothing explicit, teasing, fluff
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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".
ποΈ 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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he was absolutely deranged, insane in the head for you on your period.
obviously, he was already crazy for you, but god.
on your period.
he just knew every single time when you'd be on your period.
heβd even time it correctly, you had no clue how.
whether it was the out of nowhere snippy attitude he just loved to put you in your place for,
or the random mood swings he would tease you, he knew.
oh, and he could not miss the smell.
how his body would achingly melt when the scent was noticeable,
he couldn't wait to get you alone, it was his favorite.
his favorite time to feel you, to admire just how beautiful you are, how delicious you smell and taste.
his oddly strong arms wrapped fully around your shoulders, holding you against him as his cock kissed your bloody cervix.
he would sit there inside you, having you get use to his size, only slightly moving as if to coat himself in your shed.
"s'warm..."
he cooed in your ear, holding you tighter against his body as your legs locked around his waist.
until he finally loosened up, but grabbed a fistful of your hair as you fell onto the pillows.
you cried as he pulled your hair back, cock sliding out from your messy red cunt.
he was absolutely addicted to how your blood would beautifully paint the inside of your thighs, and his too.
the magnificent art you left behind on his bedsheets after being fucked through what felt full cycle.
the way your blood would coat and web around his cock, clots being the perfect finishing touch.
the perfect shade of red, to him.
he quickly brought his hands to your legs, lifting them to his shoulders, getting a perfect view of you spreading for him.
he leaned back slightly, bucking his hips to get a comfortable thrust for you as his hands snaked around your plush thighs.
he thought you looked so fucking cute on your period, all red and swollen, bloated and sore.
the way your tits and your little belly were swelled, you were so soft and yet so sharp in person at the same time.
he gave a rough thrust, fucking almost animalistic as he could see red spilling from your cunt.
"s' too much...cramps, jeff..."
you cry as your legs squeeze tightly around his head, but he doesn't stop.
"fucking s'pose to help 'em, ain't that right, baby?" his words only dismiss yours, feeling you clench around his blood coated cock, driving him mad. he could feel the difference when you were on your period, you felt even warmer, even tighter, even thicker.
he was absolutely losing his mind as you made a mess on his bed,
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.
