(Yandere Eyeless jack x immortal reader oneshot)
𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: He finds you lost in a forest. You create a new type of hunger in him. A craving. He takes you and makes you his.
Warnings: Toxic relationship, blood, kidnapping, murder, stockholm syndrome, slightly suggestive towards the end, slight explanation of.
You always thought you were normal. A normal human who'd die a normal or tragic death. Youd see the afterlife. Maybe reunite with the people and animals you've lost throughout your years of living. Now you know that will never happen.
Youll never see anyone in fact ever again in fact. Not with 𝘩𝘪𝘮 keeping you 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. You haven't seen the light of day in over a year. You don't even remember where this started fully. You just remember him, so loving and caring at first.
Your first meeting was truly... Something...
Your "friends" had forgotten you on a camping trip. You stumble through the forest, lost and confused. Examining your surroundings, attempting to figure out where you were and how to get back to the main road. A loud snap echoes through the quiet, dark forest. You weren't moving... So you know damn well that wasn't you.
You look around, attempting to find where the sound was coming from. Suddenly the forest goes eerily quiet. You know exactly what this means. You immediately speed up your steps, attempting to find an area with Lively animals moving around.
"Wait." You freeze. A man's voice appears from behind you. You turn around and see him standing creepily in the shadows.
"Hello...? Are you lost too sir?" You ask him, anxiety lacing every word that escapes your mouth.
"No. You are? I can help you." He voice sounds so odd... You attempt to push away that thought. Happy to finally find someone in this creepy forest. Even if you can't see his face as of right now.
"Yes please! Could you just lead me out the forest please?"
"Not now. Theres bears. A lot. We can go back to my cabin for the night. It's safer there." Huh... That must be why all the animals went quiet. You don't remember there being bears in this forest though. At least not a lot. You brush it off, happy to have sanctuary for the cold night.
"Id appreciate that sir! Thank you so much!" You thank him happily. He turns around and waves his hand for you to follow after him. You follow his footsteps. Stepping over large tree roots and onto small piles of leaves. The satisfying crunch spinning through your head and relaxing your nerves.
Minutes later, you reach a small, dark, run down cabin. You didn't expect it to be extravagant considering its in the middle of the forest. You rather like the way it looks, it seems homey. He unlocks the door and steps in, still concealing his face. You don't realize or think anything of it.
You step in and begin to take in your surroundings. To your left sits a fireplace with piles of logs set neatly beside it. To your right is a four seater couch with a tv to the side of it, mounted on a wall.
"Your home is very nice si-" you turn around as you speak. You stop speaking after seeing he's basically breathing down your neck. His chest is in front of your face as you hear small sniffing noises from above you. You slowly look up. A dark blue mask stares back at you, black goo dripping from the eyes. A black abyss where's his eyes should be feels like it's staring into your soul.
"You smell odd. Good. Delicious." Fear fills your heart as you slowly back up. The black abyss of his "eyes" continue staring at you as you move. Your hand reaches behind you. Wrapping around the door knob.
He rushes forward. Slamming your head against the door. Everything goes black.
You force your eyes open. They keep trying to shut. Attempting to throw you back into the endless abyss called sleep. You begin to look around. A full white room surrounds you, stairs leading up to your left.
Cabinets and drawers with surgical tools. You try to move but your body feels heavy and weak. Weighing you down onto the cold metal under you. Heavy footsteps come down the stairs. It's him.
He stops in front of you and leans down, burying his face into your neck and breathing in deeply. His hand lands onto your naked waist.
"You smell... So good... So much better than anyone else I've ever smelled. I can't wait to taste you." He reaches to his left, picking up a wet rag. Then to his right, picking up a sharp scalpel.
"Please... Please don't hurt me..." Tears prick at your eyes.
"I don't wanna die yet. Please don't... " he stares at you.
"Don't worry... Your death will be painless." He places the wet rag over your face. You sobs, accidentally breathing in what is soaked on the rag. Your vision begins to go in and out. As your vision finally goes, your consciousness slipping back into the dark abyss. You feel the cold sharp pain of the scalpel slicing through your skin, warm blood dripping down.
You shoot your eyes open. Frantically searching around. They lock onto the man standing in the corner, setting what looks to be organs into bags. Those... Those are your fucking organs... But how. You should be dead if they're over there. You aren't even in pain.
You try to move your body again, being able to lift it slightly before it gives way and slams back down onto the cold metal. He whips around. Staring at you before tilting his head. He slowly creeps towards you. Running his eyes over the frame of your naked body.
"How strange... Youre alive... And healed at that. I never stitched you closed." He traces his fingers over your body. Not in a sexual manner, just- Examining...
"No scars either... I know I cut you open. I even took out your heart. It smelled more appetizing than other humans. I don't usually consume other humans organs." His voice comes out soft.
"I knew something was different about you... Youll be staying for a while human. So call me Jack." Tears well up in your eyes once more. Spilling down your face as soft sobs wreck out of your still body.
"Ohhh don't cry. Youll be safe here."
So this is where you are now. A year later. Laying in his bed staring at a ceiling. Going down memory lane of when you first met him. He steps in the room, taking off his mask and setting it to the side.
"Hello my love." You look over to him, staring at his face. Hes quite handsome. Even without eyes.
"Hello jack. How was your day?"
"Okay, could have been better here. I think I'll stay in tomorrow." He hums and lays next to you. Burying his face into your neck.
"Ya. Id like that. Ive missed you a lot jack. It's boring without you here." You wrap your arms around him and squeeze him tight. He wraps his arms around your waist, breathing in your scent deeply. Enjoying the way you smell.
"I'm hungry." You stiffen. Already feeling dread for what is about to happen.
"I'll be gentle baby. I promise." Slicing into your skin and ripping out your kidney isn't very gentle. But if its for him... Then it's worth it. In a way it is... He sits up, the abyss of where his eyes should be, "staring" down at you. He pulls you into a kiss. It slowly becomes more passionate as his pointed tongues slither into your mouth. Exploring every crevice he can reach.
A sharp pain pain drags across your skin as he continues kissing you. Pained moans escape your mouth as tears fill your eyes. His hand reaches into your body, dragging your kidney out past your now blood filled torso. You bury your face in his shoulder, sobs of pain erupting from your body. He shushes you comfortingly.
"Everythings okay baby. Just give it a bit. The pain will go away." Hes right. The cut heals over in a matter of minutes. Your body slowly repairing itself and growing back your missing organ.
"You did so good baby." He kisses from your cheek down to your neck. Leaving small bite marks in the shape of a heart. You close your eyes. Leaning your head back against the pillow. This won't be the last time this happens. Nor was it the first. But it's for 𝘩𝘪𝘮. So you guess it's worth it.
