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
The Creepy-boys with a s/o that has specific preferences in objects (utensils/cups)
a/n: again.. another personal reference.
➣ Characters: Jeff, Toby, Masky, Hoodie, EJ
Jeff the Killer
• Man is confused.
Full on
• “You’re tellin’ me the spoon matters?”
He laughs about it — not mean (at first yeah..), just confused. But once he sees it’s serious (like you literally can’t eat comfortably without it), he drops the teasing fast. But still looks at you like- wtf??
•He’ll start guarding your preferred stuff like it’s the most prized possession on Earth.
• “Who the hell touched their cup?!” Full on, grabbing people’s collar’s and shit😭
•He doesn’t really get it, but he’ll fight anyone who messes with your comfort item. (cause HES, the only one who can pick at you… yeah he’s a dick)
• If it’s metal you hate, he’ll dig through the cabinets until he finds plastic or silicone. And if someone calls you “picky”? He’s instantly in defense mode:
“Shut up. They just like what they like.”
and if they don’t stop, he threatens them like his life depends on it.
End of discussion.
• 7/10
It’s so low cause he’s just a lil bitch that needs a spanking.🙌😒
Ticci Toby
• Toby totally understands. He just.. gets it.
He’s got his own sensory quirks, so if you say, “I can only drink out of this cup”??? He’s already rinsing it out and handing it to you without saying a word.
• he’s such a good boyfriend.
He finds it kind of cute, too. If you prefer a certain fork or spoon, he’ll make sure it’s clean before every meal. If you forget it, he’ll grab it and keep it with him if the two of you go out somewhere.
•He likes learning your preferences—it makes him feel useful and connected to you.
•He might even paint or mark your cup with a little doodle so no one else grabs it.
• “Property of Toby’s s/o” — “Y/n’s :)”
•gawsh he’s such a dorkk
•You two would totally end up with a matching “safe utensil set.”
Like if he can find some of your favorite show/movie etc, he’s so getting them😭🙏🏼
•10/10 would approve.
Nothing wrong with this sweet boy, he gets all the love‼️ 💕
Tim / Masky
•Tim’s reaction starts off kinda practical, like.. “You can’t just use another spoon?”
He doesn’t understand, but he’s been around Toby enough to know what you mean by it.
• he definitely grew up only using a certain type of blanket🥹 (me too bro, me too)
• But once he sees that it’s genuinely a sensory comfort, not a “pickiness” thing, he adjusts fast.
He may be a killer, but he’s not a monster, he’s a gentleman<3
• He’s not overly verbal about it—he just makes sure your stuff is always there.
•He wouldn’t go out of his way to cuss people out like Jeff does.
• If you’re out somewhere and forget your utensil, he’ll silently dig his hand in his coat pocket — yeah, he brought your spoon from home because he knew you’d need it.
• He wraps your utensils in a paper towel, and your cups are stuffed with paper towels.
• Tim doesn’t comment on it unless someone else does, and then he’s like— “Back off. It’s not your business.”
• He’s protective without needing to make it sentimental.
•10/10, such a gentleman.
Brian / Hoodie
• Brian? Oh, he’s built for this.
•He’ll memorize exactly which items you use—the weight of your favorite spoon, the type of cup that doesn’t squeak or clink, even the kind of straw that feels right.
•I headcanon that his mother was like, you don’t make fun of people for what they are, look like, how they talk- that sorta thing.
•He’ll quietly rearrange the kitchen so your items are in their own little section.
• If someone accidentally uses them, he’ll just clean them for you and put them back — no questions asked.
•Now, like Tim. He won’t go out of his was and cuss someone out, but he’s will make his point by taking it from the person and dumping out the rest of the drink (if they used a cup) with the most, eyes on eye contact to the person.
• if it’s a utensil, he waits takes a different utensil out of the drawer, sets it on the persons plate/in the bowl and washes the your utensil that the person used.
•He’d make someone who can’t hold eye contact shake, 100%.
• He’s also the type to bring your “safe cup” with him on road trips or when staying somewhere new.
•You’ll be like.. freaking out, rummaging through the place to find it. “Wait, you packed my mug?”
and he’ll just shrug. “You drink better with it.”
He’s thoughtful like that.
• 10/10. Sweet man 🥺
Eyeless Jack
•Jack fully respects it — no judgment, no questions, no teasing.
•He’s methodical about it, like it’s just another natural part of you.
•He’ll label your preferred utensils or set them aside somewhere only you can reach. If guests come over, he quietly makes sure no one touches them.
•He might even keep them somewhere only the two of you know where’d they be.
•If you ever apologize for being “difficult,” he’ll look at you like you upset his feelings, or rearranged is things.
•“There’s nothing difficult about comfort.” He’ll say, cleaning your favorite cup by hand with surgical precision.
•He’ll even adjust his own habits — if the clinking sound of his cutlery bothers you, he’ll start eating slower or use softer utensils.
He doesn’t see it as extra work; he sees it as care.
• Now, not entirely sure what he’d do if someone used your things, since I stated that he’d put them away somewhere else.
•But I feel like he’d just loom in the room, and the temperature will shift as he stares(????🚫🙈) the person down, until they eventually realize it’s a no no.
•9/10.
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