#eyelessjack x y/n

[maiden-of-rats]

🅲🆁🅴🅴🅿🆈🅿🅰🆂🆃🅰 Story??(Eyeless Jack)

DISCLAIMERS!!!: 

All head-canons well be represented in my writing (Unless paid to do otherwise)

I am very new to writing on tumblr

There will be generally dark themes/mature language in my work 

I may be willing to do NSFW writing (Warning: I do not have any experience whatsoever) Before you ask, yes I am of age, I’m just a loser  

(You are exploring abandoned buildings for your youtube series ;also, I’m listening to house of 1000 corpses by Rob Zombie, if that adds to the experience)  Also what he looks like in my head-cannons (Without mask and very quick 12 am doodle)⬇

  Click! The green light on your camera begins to blink, signaling that you are filming. You shuffle around in the leaves to get in view, zip up your coat and gently wave at the camera.

 “Hey guys! I know it’s been awhile since I last filmed but there have been quite a few brutal animal attacks in the area …. And I wanted to wait till that died down before I came all this way.” 

  “So getting off that topic, Hey everyone! I’m currently about two miles away from the main road exploring this beautiful house built in 1924! Abandoned in 1994 for unknown reasons… maybe we will find it when we head in?” 

  You make your way to the decaying front porch, camera now in hand.The exterior is in relatively good condition for being abandoned for 30 years. The only flaws being the sad porch, a lack of front door, paint peeling and a cracked widow on the second story.

  “Alright enough stalling, I’m heading in!”

You carefully make your way on the porch making sure there is minimal falling through . Making your way in the house, noticing the door was not missing but simply was on the floor. The area was oddly quiet, but you did not think much of it due to the video.

 “Oh! There's the- God, it stinks… uh, god, wow, well, I guess something gone and died in here… I don’t think I want to do this anymore” 

   You recall the 12 cases of horrid mawlings, the questionable photos. Mixing with the smell, you could die at this point. Leaning towards the wall, gagging on the stench of rotten flesh. Till you hear something on the second floor.  You for some reason must be the dumb girl in the slashers and investigate for the video of course. You stand back up straight, covering your nose and make your way through the debris.

  “Ya’ll better be glad I love you all.”

  You step over all the gunk that is carelessly decorating the floor.

“God, I hate this”

   Luckly or unluckly the stairs were straight from the door. The stairs seemed to squeal at every movement.

   “I hope this doesn’t kill me”

  The closer you got to the top the more ghastly the smell got. The higher you went the more apparent that the house was indeed furnished with blackened blood. The noises ceased. 

   At the top there is a short hallway that seems to lead to two small bedrooms. The blood trail leading to the one on the left. 

  “I really hope it’s a racoon or something…”

   You managed to quietly make your way to the door and peek through the door.

“ Oh my god, what the actual-” You mumble.

  Through the crack of the door you seem to see a man. He was in all black, facing away from you hunkered over a decaying deer corpse.

  You begin to hyperventilate. 

  “Oh god, oh fuck, oh god, what the fuck.” You begin to whispershout.

   He stands up and grabs what seems to be a blue mask.

   “HOLY SHIT!”

    You drop your camera. Stand in shock then frantically try to run.

    “God, Fuck, Why do I do stupid shit for 114 subscribers?” 

  He manages to grab you, causing you to fall down the stairs. Then proceeds to drag you up the stairs to the room with deer.

  Panting as you lie there on the floor, fearing. Him standing over you, motionless and silent.

“Please, please” 

  You begin to cry. You are sure this is the end, laying on the floor with a masked man hovering over you covered in rotten deer.

“ Please, I’ll never come back, I swear, please”

       (I realize now that this will need a part 2, So comment if your interested)

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[larkinwuid]

ej got the munchies

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[iicarused]

demons do not deserve human love

eyeless jack x reader

drabble // implied death, angst, mentions of blood : he bit you

a/n: i wrote this a few years ago hf this was about to be alastor but i was about to plagiarize my own one shot LMFOAOAOA bringing this piece back !!

YOU COULD FEEL HIS NAILS WHEN HE CRADLED YOUR HEAD, his touch making you flinch as he pulled you into an embrace. He felt cold, but that was not a new feeling to begin with. Every time you held the eyeless man, when your fingers would brush against his grey skin, he was cold. That was no surprise for he was a demon, a man who was no longer alive but had the faintest beating heart.

So he had to steal yours.

You remember the day you met him—or so you thought—almost brainwashed to believe you met him in a park. When in reality, you have met him longer ago. You would not know that, because Jack has always kept it that way. You met him when his name was Miles, then again when he was Ezekiel, and the list would go on and on. Yet for some odd reason, you never seen it.

The way he disguised himself to fool you; maybe he’s the fool for believing a monster like him could love you the way other humans love. Alas, the vast difference between a monster and a human is an everlasting contrast that one can see immediately.

Their hearts do not beat the same way as yours.

It’s a brief moment while you recall memories with him; and only him. It’s almost refreshing to smell an Earthy scent, your mind wandering to the past of rainy days and forest walks. Your hand holding his with little sunlight cascading through the trees. It came in pools of honey that kissed your cheeks, welcoming you with warmth for a second longer.

“Deers are my favourite animal, you know.” An effort to strike a conversation, you would only hear a hum from the eyeless man.

But then, he cleared his throat. “I know.” Muffled behind the mask, almost inaudible from his quiet tone, he squeezed your hand. “That’s why I brought you out today.”

You spared him a glance, a brow raised in question. Jack would only answer by a vague motion to look forward.

So that’s what you did; and there it was, a deer.

Maybe that’s how you earned your nickname, fawn, from Jack. Yet, he would never tell you, he preferred deers after human meat when it came to his hunger.

Reality struck when you heard him whisper.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He cried between whispered breaths, choking on his own words.

You gazed up at him. You felt the black ooze that leaked from his sockets fall to your cheek, the thickness it once had now replaced with liquid tears. He looked pathetic.

You stared at his stained lips that was smudged with your blood; only then you would piece together that he was the reason for why your heart would beat and the reason it stops.

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[chaotic-vibes-only-please]

Can I have an order of yandere eyeless jack (I lovee ur au and how you write him) with a side of angst?

~torva

Snapped- Yandere Eyeless Jack x Reader

A/N: Here's your tea!🍵 Thank you!🤭💕 Not my best, but I tried 🥲

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, angst, conflict, screaming, hurt, Stockholm syndrome implied, toxic relationships

Masterlist

To say you were hurting is an understatement. You're dying inside. How long has it been since you've seen the sun? The dark room around you only shows a subtle glow from behind black out curtains covering the window. What season is it? How long have you been here for? It was the end of summer when he took you. As the days pass by, you've lost track of the concept named time. You just want to see the sky again, that's all you want.

A knock on your door has you tensing up. After a few moments, the sound of locks being messed with rings through your ears before the door creaks open. You cast your gaze at your hands, shackles jingling around your wrists. Heavy footsteps make the floorboards creak as he walks towards the bed you're sitting on.

"Hello Little One, I've missed you" His demonically deep voice speaks. You shiver when he sits on the matress, making it sink from his weight. His strong arms snake around your waist, pulling you towards him as he gets situated with his back pressing against the headboard. Jack places you on his lap, gloved hands resting on your hips. You don't dare flinch at his touch. It's disgusting how used to his affections you are.

"Hi Jack, how was your day?" You force yourself to say without stuttering. He slides off his mask, revealing his undeniable handsome paranormal features. Jack frowns and shakes his head, throwing the mask to the floor. You grow nervous, sensing he's in a bad mood. His lips are tugged into a slight frown, his eye sockets narrowed and brows furrowed. He inhales then exhales, broad chest expanding and deflating.

"Not so pleasant sadly. Hunting did not go so well, I'm currently still annoyed" Jack ponders out loud, tracing his fingers down your cheek to your neck and collarbone. He draws patterns on your skin. You nod in "understanding" and bite your lip, wanting to ask him an important question that's been on your mind for a long time. Maybe now isn't the best moment to do it, but your patience is thin.

"I'm sorry" You reach over and pet his auburn hair. He casts you a wary look, surprised at how willing you are to touch him. As a matter of fact...you aren't hesitating to let Jack hold you in his arms. A deep vibration roars from his chest, emitting a low purr. You're putting on an act like you always do. You do what you can to survive.

"You're in a good mood today" Jack notes and straightens out the giant hoodie covering your figure, fixing the wrinkles. After all it is his piece of clothing. He made you wear it because you look so...small and cute with the fabric engulfing you. Plus, you smell like him.

"Can I ask you a question?" Your voice grows timid, heart palpitating in your chest. Jack raises an eyebrow and leans back, waiting for you to continue.

"Go ahead" He sniffs the air, smelling the sweet fear wafting from your pheromones. What could possibly be riling up his mate like this? Poor you, shaking in his lap and gripping the hem of the hoodie that ends at your mid thighs. You look so fragile and broken. The sick part of him enjoys the submissive state you're in while the other wishes he could comfort you.

"I want to go outside. Please Jack, I promise I won't try to run again-" You begin to rant, only to be interrupted and shut down immediately.

"The answer is no. You know better not to ask such idiotic questions" Jack spits his bitter words right at your face. The viens on his hands move as they tighten into fists then become lax. A drop of sweat slithers down the back of your neck.

"I...I miss my family" You whisper, a longing to see your loved ones again diminishes the usual obident nature you hold. You want to see them.

"You don't need to miss them. I'm here" Your fingers begin to twitch. Of course he'd say that. His tone is so cold and...harsh it makes you shiver with anger. "Maybe your inferior human brain can't comprehend the rules I've established" He degrades you further. You think of rule number four, never try or ask to leave. You grind your rows of teeth together, blood rushes to your ears producing a slight numb ringing. "Do I need to repeat them to get it through your thick skull?" And that's the icing on the cake. Your fury tips over, spilling out of your self control. You've taken so much verbal and physical abuse that you're at the end of your patience with him.

"I hate you" You look him in the void darkness of his sockets, giving a glare as hard as stone on your features. Jack instantly stiffens, the room falling silent. His hands freeze on your waist. His jaw drops before snapping shut, unable to believe his ears. What did you just say to him? "I hate you. You never let me talk. You say you love me, but you don't. Because if you truly loved me, you'd let me be happy. But, all you are is a selfish parasite that's latched onto me and continues to suck the life out of my soul!" Your voice raises in volume until you're screaming. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" You yell at him and pound your fists on his sturdy chest before clawing at your arms, tugging your sleeves up. "ARE YOU PROUD OF THIS? ARE YOU HAPPY HURTING ME? THE PERSON YOU LOVE?" You're on a roll, nothing can shut you up now, only death itself. "LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO ME!"You show your red and scarred wrists from your restraints. You yank off the sweatshirt as best as you can with the shackles and chains to show the bruises and bite marks. Ugly purple and green, even dark blue litter your abdomen. The healing bite marks had to be stitched up, they left scars.

You're panting heavily as you show off your black and blue torso, littered with cuts and bite marks from all the times you've "misbehaved". Jack is stunned to say the least. You cant tell if he's pissed, regretful, or just plain shocked. He stares at you with an emotionaless expression that frightens you more then when he's raised his voice. Jack's only yelled at you once, once since you've gotten here and that was because you'd almost managed to escape.

Without a single word, he grips your waist and lifts you off his lap. You gasp and squeeze your eyes shut, ready to be thrown or smacked. Jack sets you on the bed. You sink into the matress and watch him carefully. He only stands up and walks out the door. He closes it behind him, not saying a word. You blink at the exit in surprise. That's a new reaction from him. You don't know whether to be terrified or glad about his behavior. It only puts you on edge even more.

The house is eerily silent for the remainder of the day. You don't hear Jack's footsteps, the clanking of jars, or any sign of life. Only quietness. You try to focus on your novel, but you can't help the small punch of guilt in your gut. Why you feel this way, you don't know. He's a monster, he deserves every last one of the words you'd spat at him.

Knocking on your door has you jump in your seat. Oh no. Punishment? Torture? Threats? What awaits you out there? The knob slowly turns and in comes the said man who you'd been thinking of, dressed in a coat with a hood pulled over his head and black boots. Your eyes dart to the objects in his arms. A jacket that looks around your size and a pair of snow boots.

"You said you wanted to go outside correct?" He questions with a tilt of his head. You nod and Jack walks over, dumping the stuff into your lap. "We're going for a walk" He clears his throat and tilts his head in the direction of the hallway. He grabs your wrists one by one and unlocks the metal bands holding you hostage by using a key. After, You quickly snake your arms inside the sleeves and zip it up before slipping your feet inside the boots. You'd gotten dressed into a pair of sweatpants and a shirt earlier, not wanting to wear one of his sweatshirts due to the big fight. He then gives you a hat with a little cotton ball on the end of it. This means it's winter. "Come along" He holds out his hand. You hesitate for a moment before taking it in your own. It's a lot bigger then yours. You'd almost feel safe with that knowledge if you didn't know what Jack does on a daily basis.

Stepping outside for the first time in six months had tears falling down your cheeks. The cold air, smell of the woods makes you feel alive again. You breath it in with a huge grin. You tug Jack forward. He complies and let's you lead the way. The ground is covered in snow, bare tree branches are crystallized. The temptation when you stare at the white fluff takes over as you let yourself fall back into it. Jack looks down at you while your entire body rolls around in it. Your cheeks and nose turn red from the cold. But you don't care.

"Why didn't you tell me it was winter? We could've made snowmen and angels, forts, had snow fights..." You list off the possibilities. You stay on your back and look at the cloudy sky where small snowflakes pepper down on the world. Jack stands there awkwardly, not knowing what to do with himself. It's mind boggling that something little as snow could make you so happy. He makes a note that seeing you this content is way better than witnessing you in pain and suffering. The tall man sits down on the ground next to you.

"I'll take you out more often from now on" You perk up at this statement, a glimmer of hope building inside you. Escaping Jack is damn near impossible. You'd need to move to a different country. But, maybe you can do it. Just maybe with this new freedom and trust you've gained. The snow clings to the fabric of your pants and your coat, your skin, and it brings you back to a time where everything was okay. "As long as you behave of course" Jack reminds you. A shudder rolls down your spine. Of course, you can't get too ahead of yourself. He's a grade A hunter, a Predator, something that isn't human. Running may be hard, but not impossible. Although, would staying with Jack really be all that bad?

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