#eyeless Jack

[yasmimkilleruwu]

[kousomii]

flowers 2

[masked-hatchet]

Bored

[tipsynight0]

The taste of love

Paring - eyeless jack x female reader

Word count - 800

synopsis - two year anniversaries are special, and (y/n) wants to make it memorable.

TRIGGER WARNING - cannibalism, body horror, gore, consumption of organs, mature themes you've been warned.

Authors note - aha what, no i totally haven’t posted almost everyday what are you talking about ahaha <3

Candles flickered gently, casting soft shadows on the red tablecloth, while the dimmed basement lights created an intimate, almost eerie atmosphere. Everything screamed romance—except for the hidden edge of something darker. It was their two-year anniversary, a moment (Y/N) had been planning for weeks, and it had to be perfect. Every detail mattered. She scanned the table, ensuring every plate, every candle, was in its place. Tonight, she had a gift for Jack that he would never see coming. A surprise crafted just for him.

Her eyes darted to the clock, nerves fluttering in her chest. A pang of hunger shot through her, sharp and unsettling, but that wasn’t the only pain she was feeling tonight. She adjusted her white long-sleeved top, feeling the tightness of her skinny jeans against her skin. Her hair was curled, light makeup accentuated her features, and though she knew she’d overdressed, she couldn’t help it. Jack deserved this night.

Finally, the door to the basement creaked open, and quiet footsteps descended the stairs. Jack’s hand brushed the wall as he reached the bottom, his senses heightened, inhaling the air thick with the scent of (Y/N)'s perfume.

“Y/N?” his voice rasped as he stepped forward, following the scent toward her.

"Happy anniversary," (Y/N) whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing soft kisses against his mask. Beneath it, she could feel his smile. He slowly lifted the mask, revealing just enough to kiss her back, his lips firm and hungry.

"Happy anniversary, sweetheart," he murmured against her lips. His hands traveled down to her lower back, pulling her closer. She smiled, taking his hand and guiding him to the table.

“I put out some candles, plates, and I cooked your favorite,” she said softly, eyes flicking nervously over the setup.

Jack grinned as he removed his mask, setting it on the side table. "Yeah? You went out and harvested some kidneys for me?" he teased, taking a seat and watching her every move.

(Y/N) chuckled, a grin tugging at her lips. "How about you go first with your gift? Mine’s almost ready," she said, her voice soft with excitement.

Jack shifted in his seat, pulling out a small photo album and sliding it across the table. "It's stupid, but Jane and Nina said girls love this kind of stuff," he mumbled, looking sheepish.

(Y/N) opened the album and immediately smiled. Page after page of memories—grainy snapshots of their time together. The time they went camping and pushed Jack out onto the lake on an air mattress, her trying on his mask and posing for sexy photos. Each image was a piece of their strange but beautiful life together.

“Thank you,” she whispered, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. Jack’s eager grin remained as his attention shifted to the delicious smell wafting from the oven. The scent was rich, meaty, and unlike anything he’d experienced before.

"I’m not the best cook, but I followed a recipe," (Y/N) said nervously as she placed the plate before him, carefully presenting her creation.

Jack leaned in, sniffing the dish. It was kidney, no doubt. His gaze softened, and he reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. “It means a lot that you went out, got it yourself, and even prepared it,” he murmured, kissing her hand softly.

(Y/N) smiled, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “Just eat it,” she urged, her breath hot against his skin.

Jack cut into the kidney, taking a slow, deliberate bite. The taste was rich, tender, the red wine sauce enhancing the savory flavors. "This is amazing," he mumbled, licking his lips. “So fresh, too.”

As he ate, his hand wandered to her waist, tracing along her stomach. (Y/N) flinched slightly as his fingers brushed over something unusual. Stitches.

Jack’s brow furrowed in confusion. He tugged up her shirt, revealing a series of carefully sewn stitches across her abdomen. His heart raced as he realized what he was seeing.

“Sweetheart, what happened?” he asked, his voice thick with concern as his fingers traced the rough stitching. It was exactly where one of her kidneys should have been.

(Y/N)’s gaze met his, a soft smile on her lips despite the pain in her eyes. "You always said you wanted to taste me. Happy anniversary."

Jack's heart pounded in his chest, the gravity of her gesture sinking in. She had given him a piece of herself—literally. For him, for their twisted love. His hand trembled as he pressed a soft kiss to the tender skin of her abdomen, right above the wound.

"Happy anniversary," he whispered, voice thick with emotion, knowing no gift could ever compare to what she had just given him

[honeypieq]

talking??🙂

[hairscare]

art straight from the freezing cold

[idiotsama]

Jeffjack Matching Pfps because I can

[brain-r0tten]

a break from SPTO to draw an art trade with @inksheeep :3 (It's design)

I will get into my Creepypasta phase properly again, someday...

[carnivoreteeth]

Some of my EJ design/headcanons

Took inspiration from a few other artists. I hope they don’t mind. I was to shy to ask 😔

The notes are:

Kills only for survival

Animal like instincts

Fully blind

Relies heavily on other senses

Can talk: selectively mute

Doesn’t trust most of the other pastas

Friendly when not hungry (as friendly as a demon can be at least)

He’s shy

Huge! Like 6’6, but on the scrawny side 

Much like a snake he probably doesn’t have to eat as often as others.

[deadmans-corpse]

Crp art + Crp ocs ⛓️🖤

[jeckole4lyfe]

Ngl I love the canon reboot of all the creepy pastas, but I kind of miss the silly, fun (albeit shitty) fanon versions of the characters.

Like slender a father figure and all of the pastas and proxies living together. I know in fanon it just ant like that but I kinda miss the silliness of it and how cute it was.

Will always have a special place in my heart.

[cotton-3]

Hoodie plus a tiny EJ in the corner. :3

Btw I know Hoodie and Masky are Marble hornets characters and not Creepypasta exactly. In this world they are proxies so you will see me calling them proxies.

[tipsynight0]

Muddied paths

pairing - jeff x female reader ft smile

Word count - 600

Synopsis - jeff and (y/n) take smile for a bath

Authors note - ah thank you for all the love on my writing <3 I was literally inspired to write this for 2 reasons the first being I had to give my bull dog a bath today, and I always walk by this water fall at work. Enjoy <33

Slick mud clung to the ground as Jeff’s and (Y/N)’s ratty sneakers sank into the earth, following the familiar path through the woods. The storm had only passed an hour earlier, leaving behind a crisp chill in the air, and Smile, their hellhound, had howled relentlessly until they caved to his demand for a walk. It was more than just for the dog, though—Jeff needed these moments, a break from the chaos that defined his life, even if he’d never admit it.

Jeff’s hand wrapped around (Y/N)’s, their fingers hidden inside the sleeve of his sweater. The steady sound of their steps and the distant rumble of the waterfall approaching brought a rare peace to him, a fragile kind that barely lasted, but he clung to it nonetheless. The air was heavy with the dampness of rain, the smell of wet earth filling their lungs.

Lost in thought, Jeff stared down at his muddied sneakers, grateful for the quiet. This path, these mundane moments, were their escape. Smile sprinted ahead, splashing into the shallow, muddy water beneath the waterfall. A heavy sigh escaped Jeff's lips as he locked eyes with (Y/N), who gave him a knowing smile.

“He’s going to need a bath,” Jeff grumbled, watching the dog shake droplets everywhere.

(Y/N) chuckled, her laugh cutting through the quiet like sunlight after a storm. “Yeah, and that’s all on you.”

Jeff snorted but didn’t argue. Instead, he pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to the shell of her ear, before letting his lips graze her skin with a teasing nip. (Y/N) shivered, her grip tightening on his sweater as she turned to face him, eyes questioning. “What was that for?”

Jeff only shrugged, his lips curling slightly as Smile trotted back, victorious, a dead squirrel dangling from his jaws.

Back home, Jeff had managed to hoist Smile over his shoulder, despite the mud and the hound's squirming attempts to escape. By the time they got inside, he was covered in scratches, his sweater smeared with dirt and dog hair. (Y/N) stood waiting in the bathroom, armed with a towel and a sedative just in case. The clawfoot tub was already filled with warm water and bubbles, the soothing scent of lavender filling the room, though it did little to calm the wild energy bouncing off Smile.

"Come on, Smile. Let me wash you, and you’ll get a damn treat," Jeff muttered, his patience fraying as he lathered the dog with shampoo. Smile, unamused, growled and tried to nip at Jeff’s hands, but Jeff wasn't having it.

(Y/N) knelt beside them, her fingers combing through Smile’s wet fur, and whispered soothing words. “Good boy,” she murmured softly, earning a grumble from Jeff as he struggled to keep the dog still. But seeing her smile at the mess made the effort worth it.

Once they’d finally finished, Smile bolted out of the bathroom, leaving behind puddles and wet fur in his wake. Jeff leaned back against the counter, his chest bare and streaked with scratches. He smelled of wet dog and exhaustion, while (Y/N), drenched in fur and suds, stifled a laugh.

"I think you need a shower," (Y/N) teased, her eyes gleaming as she took in the mess he’d become.

Jeff’s lips twitched into a smirk as he tugged lightly on her tank top, pulling her closer. His voice dropped, low and easy. “I think you need to join me.”

[freezingmcxn]

i feel so annoying asking this but could you rewrite the ask about jack toby and jeff finding someone who is dying in the forest? that was such a cool concept and i’d love for you to go into more detail because it would say a lot about the character and stuffs :3

also i’m so sorry if this is annoying or rude to ask!! im not even the person who sent in the ask but it just sounded so cool

FINDING A PERSON DYING IN THE FORESTS (CRP AU)

I wanted to rewrite it correctly cause I felt so bad but YEAH HERE IT IS

Tw: mentions of dying, sadism, solipsism, Jeff is actually insane.

JEFF

The extent of your suffering determines how Jeff responds.

If you’re barely clinging to life, he’ll simply watch and stare intently as he crouches to your level, grinning as he revels in your pain like a monster.

The moment your eyes dim and the life drains from you fills him with twisted delight, he might stroke your face or hair gently or place his head on your chest and feel you stiffen, hear your inner silence .

While you might expect him to deliver a final blow to a dying person, Jeff prefers to continue the torment as long as possible.

For him, killing quickly would rob him of the satisfaction he craves and searches for in victims.

Suffering.

He thrives on your suffering because it makes him feel superior.

His solipsism drives this need, he believes that by watching you die slowly, he holds the power to claim your soul and send it to whatever version of heaven he has in his head.

TOBY

Toby won’t get help for you, it’s far too risky for him.

But, he won’t turn a blind eye to your suffering. He’ll sit beside you, listening to your ragged breaths and quiet moans, offering hollow reassurances.

He’ll crack jokes, try to distract you with meaningless conversation, but he won’t actually lift a finger to save you.

You might not respond, too focused on the agony consuming you, and Toby won’t push.

Deep down, he knows it’s pointless.

In his mind, this place, the one where you’re trapped in pain, is where you belong… not in a sadistic way, more so in a way where he knows the world is cruel, you are nearing peace, he shouldn’t interfere.

When he finally hears your breathing stop, he’ll stand up, brush himself off, and walk away.

Part of him wishes he could do more, but in the end, Toby cares about himself far too much to act on these wishes.

(Y’all hate how I write him but I can’t help it)

JACK

He quietly panics when he comes across this, his eyes lock on your chest as it falls and struggles to rise again.

He uses his knowledge of first aid, desperately wrapping wounds, giving CPR if needed.

The isolation of the forest weighs on him, help might come too late.

Still, he lifts you with all his strength and carrying you as close to the outskirts as possible.

Each time you whimper or gasp in pain, he murmurs soft reassurances, trying to keep you calm even as he feels your body getting heavier.

When he finally reaches the edge of the woods, he sets you down carefully and watches from a distance as people rush to call 911.

Swallowing hard, he counts the seconds until the ambulance arrives, his eyes fixed on the flashing lights.

Only when you’re safely inside the ambulance does he let out a sigh, but the knot in his stomach remains, lingering through the night, the day and probably the next week.

Hopefully this was interesting, thanks for the ask :))

[creepycharley]

you already know ticci toby smells like ten cans of bounce that ass but yk what? id still do it.

[durmaan]

guess what (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

I REMEMBERED ABOUT MY CREEPYPASTA PHASE FROM 2017

i really DONT LIKE fanon jeff n fanon ben, so.. tbh, fanon eyeless jack is shit too

i tried to draw ben low-poly because in the original he looks funny (scrimble scrankly mipy pookie— /j)

and jeff.. he js doesnt look like he's face was LITERALLY BURNED. It was my duty to draw him normally, грубо говоря. Andd.. @hheisa gave me the courage to make my own version of Jeff (in short, I was inspired by them (I DONT KNOW THE PRONOUNS, SORRY))

About eyeless jack.. its js my headcanon :pp

i want to draw more creepys, but im not sure that my opinion is better than fanon...🌧️